dmims Chapter 115 Voldemort is dead
Chapter 115 Voldemort is dead
Chapter 115 Voldemort is dead
weak?
The professors looked at Irving, who was sitting there deep in thought, and for a moment they didn't know what to say.
"Perhaps because he was just resurrected, his strength is indeed a bit weak—" Owen clapped his hands and said, "But I have finally found the other two Horcruxes, one is on a giant snake, and the other—is on Harry."
The old wizard was stunned. How could a human be a Horcrux?
Just then, Owen spoke up again: "The fragment of Harry's soul is easy to deal with, but that big snake is very slippery and has been following Voldemort around. It might not be so easy to deal with it. Let's deal with Harry's fragment first."
Okay—is it resolved?
The old wizard grabbed Owen's arm: "My dear, how are you going to deal with—the soul inside Harry?"
Owen glanced at him and said, "Professor Snape didn't tell you that I've developed a Soul Potion? After drinking it, it can make a person's soul leave their body for a short time. If Harry drinks it and what comes out is Voldemort's soul, we'll seal it in another container. If what comes out is Harry's, it's even simpler. Just cast a Killing Curse, and the soul will be gone, but the body will be intact. Once Harry's soul returns to his body, there will be no problem."
This news stunned the over-100-year-old wizard, who instinctively asked, "What if they both came out together?"
"Then let's seal Voldemort back, and then send him back at some point?"
"Alright, I'm too old, my thinking can't keep up anymore, but Severus, this potion—"
Snape replied with a cold laugh, "When Owen developed this potion, I looked for you, but you weren't at Hogwarts, and as time went by, I forgot about it."
All right----
The old wizard felt he would have to retire a little earlier than usual, as many things were now beyond his comprehension.
Moreover, judging from Irving's plan, it is indeed better than his own, and it doesn't even require too many sacrifices. At least those who have died so far are all Death Eaters.
"Dumbledore, is Karkaroff still alive? I'd like to use Legilimency on him, is that alright?"
Owen didn't need to report to the Ministry of Magic, because if he did, it would certainly be approved. The Ministry of Magic had already received news of Voldemort's resurrection, and Minister Fudge, far from being afraid, directly announced the news and issued the following public notice:
1: Voldemort has been resurrected, so the British Ministry of Magic has declared a state of war;
2: Once it is confirmed that the other party is a Death Eater, it will not be illegal to use Unforgivable to kill or capture them (only effective against Death Eaters).
3: All Aurors will be mobilized to apprehend any dark wizards or Death Eaters appearing in the country.
4: We urge the public that those who are able should report to the Ministry of Magic to become temporary Aurors, while others should stay hidden and not go out alone.
5: This war will completely eliminate Voldemort, the Dark Lord, so that no one will suffer any more persecution. Once the five-point announcement was issued, the fear was suppressed before it could even rise. Why are the Death Eaters and Voldemort so frightening?
That's because they can use the Unforgivable Charm without restraint, while the common people who use it without the Ministry of Magic's permission will be held accountable even if they win the war.
Now I'm not afraid anymore. As long as they're Death Eaters, I'll just fight them!
A green light illuminated the dormitory, and Harry felt quite surreal as he watched his body lying stiffly on the bed.
Ten minutes later, Harry's soul uncontrollably flew back into his body, and he opened his eyes. The first thing he did was lift his hair and examine the scar on his forehead.
Irving laughed and said, "It won't hurt anymore. Okay, you can rest now."
Karkaroff was sent to the Ministry of Magic, even though he had become an idiot. He was a Death Eater, and Azkaban still had to go.
It's a pity that Owen didn't find any possible location for Voldemort from him. If he had—
A gray owl suddenly landed beside him. Owen curiously opened the letter, took a look, and laughed!
Good heavens, Voldemort and his henchmen didn't run off to anywhere else, but instead went to Malfoy's place, where Malfoy arranged for them to stay in a remote farm. This letter was written by Malfoy himself, and he even wrote the address clearly.
Irving didn't linger. He got dressed and set off that very night. In just half an hour, he arrived outside the farm. He then put a few drops of soul-developing fluid into his eyes, and sure enough, there were two marks there!
With a wave of his hand, mounds of earth, no more than forty centimeters high, rose from the ground, spaced at regular intervals, enclosing the farm. They were covered with anti-apocalyptic spells.
After doing all this, Owen took out his large wand, and a large green sphere rose directly above the farm, while the rest of the farm was filled with blue Fiendfire.
Rushing in, then waving your wand to kill them instantly?
Irving wasn't that stupid. Once he confirmed the other party was inside, he could just burn everything down after sealing off the space. After all, Malaysia wouldn't miss out on a small farm like this; the loss wouldn't be a big deal.
Cries and screams erupted instantly, and Voldemort, who had flown into the sky, was engulfed by a green light the moment he saw the large green sphere; he didn't even have time to fight back.
"Trying to run away?"
Irving vanished from his spot and reappeared at the back of the farm, where he stood on a giant snake. A green light appeared and then disappeared into the snake's body, and a soul imprint vanished.
But another one—
Owen rubbed his face: "This Voldemort is really hard to kill. He's still alive?"
He walked in with his hands behind his back, the blue flames in front of him making way for him, while Voldemort, who was not quite dead yet, just watched helplessly as Owen walked up to him.
"You're much weaker than I thought. I never expected that. I grew up listening to the legends of the Dark Lord. Now it seems you're just an ordinary wizard. No, you're even uglier than ordinary wizards. You don't have a nose."
Voldemort's eyes widened instantly!
He had considered what Owen might say to him, but he hadn't expected Owen to categorize him as an ordinary person. This enraged Voldemort, who then swung his wand with all his might: "Avada Kedavra!"
A bolt of green lightning struck Owen squarely in the chest, instantly piercing through the fifteen layers of armor he had been maintaining. Even though the spell had succeeded and hit its target, Owen merely dusted himself off and looked at Voldemort, saying, "Finally giving up?"
Irving casually picked up a piece of wood, turned it into a large machete, raised it high, and brought it down heavily!
Of course, he didn't forget to cast a dozen or so Killing Curses—to ensure Voldemort was truly dead.
He returned to the Ministry of Magic with Voldemort's head. Fudge saw the head and was so terrified that he sat trembling in his chair. After a long while, he suddenly broke into a look of wild joy: "Owen, can we announce it now?"
"Not yet, too fast. It needs to be at least half a month later for your prestige to be maximized."
Owen put the severed head away and placed it on the table. "Minister Fudge, I'll head back to school now. That's settled. In just half a month, you'll become the greatest Minister of Magic in history."
Fudge didn't hear Owen's words at all; he was just staring at the severed head, overwhelmed by immense ecstasy.
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