How to break into a ring

Boggart died unjustly, but in the end it did conjure Melkor's psychological shadow—the spider Angorian.

Melkor has a lot of black history, and coaxing Angorian to follow him to sack Aman Island is one of them.

The spider, which is also a god but has fallen into evil, is very greedy and can never have enough to eat. After swallowing the Two Sacred Trees, the source of all radiance in Arda, it also set its sights on the spoils that Melkor robbed.

The two powerful demon gods directly pinched each other on the way to retreat and escape.

The power of the spider expanded infinitely, and it vomited out a cobweb that covered the entire valley, tightly entangled with Melkor.

The moment Fay saw the spider conjured by the Boggart, he felt the pain of being strangled.When the Balrog knocked the Boggart out, the memory and the reality coincided - many years ago, a group of Balrogs wielded terrifying flame whips more than ten meters long, smashed the spider webs, and exposed Angorian to the scorching heat. Under the flames, the spider screamed and left Melko and fled.

Sure enough, he was a loyal subordinate, much better than Sauron, the guy who couldn't see anyone at the critical moment.

Before Fay could finish thinking, he saw a black-robed wizard with no nose, slender red eyes, and pale complexion appeared in the hole in the wall where the Boggart disappeared.

This look is so representative~ Fay's thinking is still stuck on the big spider that wants to eat him, so he doesn't understand why the Boggart has such an unreliable transformation. Could it be that this kind of magical creature has nothing to do with it? So, I can only choose a character that everyone in the wizarding world will be afraid of to make a grand debut?

Suddenly, Voldemort raised his wand and was about to say something in a sarcastic tone.

Balrog's flaming whip was still in his hand, so of course he would not be polite, he raised his hand and swung it out fiercely.

"hiss!"

A boa constrictor thicker than a bucket broke through the wall and stood in front of Voldemort. Its head was lifted high, and the bright red snake letter was spit out. The open upper jaw was even higher than the top of the head. Dark green venom seeping out slowly.

[Nagini! ] Voldemort did not expect that his pet would rush out first.

The boa constrictor screamed in pain, and a scar with deep bones appeared on the left side of the body, the scales split, and the flesh and blood were all charred and turned into strands of ashes.

The most powerful of the Balrog's whip is not the physical damage it brings, but the terrifying effect of tearing the soul.

The boa constrictor rolled all over the ground in pain, continuously spitting out black and red dirty blood, screaming that one wall of the shack collapsed, and the roof also tilted half.

A gray mist erratically emerged from the python's forehead.

[Damn... this is impossible! 】Voldemort, who saw his soul fragments detached from Nagini with his own eyes, was shocked and angry. His reaction speed was not slow, but the few restraining spells he cast were all dispelled by the remaining power of the flame whip in the air. .

The wizard's spell is a form of magic power condensing. Faye turned the attack spell into a ball of light, Sauron directly swallowed the spell, and the Balrog used a whip to disperse the spell, all of which change or defeat the magic power.

It's just that this way of expression is really refreshing the three views of wizards.

The piece of soul was also dizzy by the dark force. This is Voldemort's last split soul. It is the weakest, even if it is separated from the Horcrux carrier, it cannot be condensed.I don't know if it was out of blind confidence in the main soul or conceit, it instinctively drifted towards the most powerful aura present.

Fay opened his hand and twitched it like he was fishing for marshmallows.

Very good, one out of seven Dark Lords in hand.

——By the way, the one in front of me is not a Boggart, but the real Voldemort.Fay wondered, did Voldemort still want to sneak in late at night, kill himself, and frighten the Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry of Magic?

Voldemort, who hastily threw three Restoring Curses at Nagini, a rune snake, a powerful magical creature who ruled the Death Eaters in Voldemort's time During the period, it always had a lot of potions to drink, even if it was hit by the Cutting Curse, it would be bounced back by the scales.

What is that black monster with the burning whip in his hand?

Voldemort was sure that in all the rare books and tomes of the Dark Arts that he had read, there was no record of similar magical items, not even similar spells.

The snake had been with him for many years, far more than any Death Eater.

The pet was seriously injured and dying, and part of his soul was robbed by others, even the Dark Lord couldn't bear it.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The green light of death illuminates the entire Shrieking Shack.

But that's all, it's like lighting a Christmas light in the room that glows green for a short time, and after that, nothing changes in the room.Fay was still sitting on the chair, and the Balrog was dangling with one foot on the rock cake.

"..."

Hearing the description of the Death Eaters, and seeing that the Killing Curse is ineffective are two different concepts. In his fright and anger, the only thing Voldemort can be sure of is that it is not that Bella and the others are stupid and incompetent, but that the two in front of him may not even be wizards. A guy with powerful abilities beyond the judgment of normal wizards.

"This is not a friendly visit."

The voice containing dark magic power speaks difficult and difficult language, the evil power seems to cause the trembling of the soul, making the timid fearful, and the wizard immersed in black magic is fascinated.

When Fay saw that the red in Voldemort's pupils was even more dazzling, he suddenly realized that he was speaking the Dark Language of Mordor.

He hastened to stop the Balrog from whipping again, screaming that the hut would not stand another toss.

Fay dispelled the black flames that were constantly tearing Nagini's wounds, then shook the gray mist in his hand, changed to English, and said in the tone that used to coax the spider Angorian back then: "Why don't we have a good talk? I promise This thing is useless in my hands, but we can make a deal."

【What makes you think that the Dark Lord will listen to your opinion? ] Voldemort had a grim expression.

Fay leaned on the chair and spread his hands helplessly: "If you think hissing words are more convincing, I hope you can go home and communicate with your pets slowly. It has a deterrent effect, I can change the language in every next sentence, you think blood and strength determine everything, so you want to show yourself different?"

"To the bone!"

The red light was bright, and the Balrog waved the whip with his fingers, and the room became dark again.

"...Can you change the spell light to white or yellow? The red, green and green ones don't look like fluorescent lights." Fay suggested sincerely.

"You managed to piss me off." There was still a hiss in his tone, and Voldemort was very vigilant. Although he said this, he didn't take a step closer to Fay.

He was quickly thinking about what could cause this effect. The explanation of alchemy items is obviously a bit weak. It may be a defensive magic circle lost in the Middle Ages. Many wizards have studied the remnants of ancient runes. A small by-product is quite enough No, the Time-Turner is one of them.

Very good, it is of great value, Voldemort thought with a sneer, no wonder Dumbledore turned a blind eye to wizards using such evil power, the Dark Lord felt that he knew the white wizard's vigilance better than anyone else.

"You think you have what the great Dark Lord needs?"

Voldemort gave a very direct hint. He arrogantly waited for the other party to know his interest. The werewolf leader Fenrir and the giant were tough at first and only agreed to make an alliance with him. How, isn't it also at the mercy of the Dark Lord?

Fay played his cards very unreasonably: "The chip? Isn't it the one in my hand?"

"..."

Speaking of hijacking part of the other party's soul, and then threatening the other party, this experience is quite novel.

Fay, of course, would not give Voldemort a chance to "save himself", so he conveniently stuffed the soul piece into the nearest thing.

Uh, rock cakes!

Voldemort didn't recognize what it was, and he suppressed his fury: "It seems that you are ready to take the step towards death."

The destruction of a Horcrux has little effect on the main soul, but it is very dangerous and troublesome if a piece of soul falls into the hands of a wizard who may be proficient in mysterious runes, alchemy, and black magic of sacrifice.

"What's important to you may not be to me."

Fay had no intention of taking Harry Potter's place in destroying Voldemort's Horcruxes.

What he thinks now is to quickly drive away this guy who looks very worthy of the attributes of the dark camp. Melko, who always fails, will never stand on the side of those who are doomed to fail. Fay doesn't want to use himself to test the entrapment value of fate.

Arrogant and rude, forget it, be tolerant of people who only have two years left...

Of course, if you have the conditions, you can cheat if you can.

"I only care about the benefits, and what I can get?" Fay carried the piece of rock cake and put it on the armchair, and found that the hardness of this thing was really good. He deliberately pretended to be understated, and waved Said, "War of wizards, I'm not interested, as long as it satisfies me, I can consider any of your conditions."

Well, this is the same as the promise to deceive Angorian back then, it's all casual talk.

——Satisfaction or dissatisfaction is of course up to the Lord of Darkness, and Melkor has always played tricks.

"You do have such value, first prove what you said." Voldemort said with a sneer, "Hogwarts is not far from here, you can also choose Hogsmeade, let the screams and flames fill the moonlight of the night , is a good idea.”

"I'm 'satisfied,' the wizard who calls himself the Dark Lord."

Fay stood up and pressed the piece of rock cake, the sharp pain of the soul made the soul piece make a strange howling sound.

Voldemort's complexion also became very bad. He gritted his teeth, but quickly restrained his anger, as if nothing had happened: "I will give you a chance to make a condition."

"Fix my house."

"..." The Dark Lord almost thought he was hallucinating.

"Decorate it again." Fay pointed at the collapsed wall seriously: "I will not use your wizard's Restoration Curse to take your pet out, restore my roof to its original state, and let me have a comfortable house. house, I will return this piece of soul to you."

"..."

It is conceivable that the Dark Lord went completely berserk and took the dying Nagini with him to Apparate.

Voldemort had restrained himself by not throwing a Rupture spell at the roof, and as soon as he returned to Malfoy Manor, he summoned a house-elf with a deadpan expression and threw it at Hogsmeade.

After seeing that the Screaming Shack was completely new, all the furniture was replaced, and thick and soft carpets were laid, a set of silver tableware, candlesticks carved with roses and snakes, and a sumptuous supper.Satisfied, Fay handed over the rock cake made with a piece of Hagrid and filled by himself to the trembling house-elf.

Now this house is called comfortable, look at the four-poster bed, it is simply the difference between the sky and the earth from what Hogwarts provides.

It was a really good night.

Except the Balrog across the table accidentally melted his knife and fork while eating his steak.

Fay told himself that he had to be patient, although after a meal, he imagined the silver-haired Anata sitting opposite him at least four times, the chocolate-skinned Gosor who was wrapped like a mummy three times, and even the lily-of-the-valley bulb appeared. once!

But every time Fay looked up after returning from a distraction, all he saw was the Balrog with a black head and horns...

He felt that he was beginning to agree with Melkor's scumbag ideas.

In a place like Angband, it’s okay if everyone is too ugly to look at, but Sauron pops up from time to time to compare. Melkor can’t create perfect things, but Melkor’s aesthetics are normal.

Dangling under the nose for thousands of years... How could Melkor not be able to hold back?