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Chapter 79: Is My Hand Poisonous?
Chapter 79: Is My Hand Poisonous?
Since ordinary means failed to kill Voldemort, Ivan decided to try Fiendfyre!
He was convinced that the flames, which were said to burn everything and never extinguish, would be able to destroy this body.
"No!" Voldemort clearly sensed this and screamed at the top of his lungs. If he were to be pushed into the Fiendfyre, it would be the end.
The body, drained of its life force, could no longer squeeze out any potential. In desperation, Voldemort had to sacrifice his left arm to regain some self-preservation power.
As his left arm exploded, the flesh was consumed by magic, and more black mist emerged from Voldemort's body, corroding the Shadow of the Unicorn formed by magic.
This was a battle of magic and time. Although Ivan's magic had nearly doubled after the Fusion Ritual, that was only in comparison to Young Wizards. His magic was already nearly depleted after several large-scale expenditures.
Voldemort was in a similar state, with a hole in his chest, several broken ribs, and the need to sacrifice an arm to maintain the black mist. It was fortunate that he was using Quirrell's body, which he didn't care about. However, he was still being continuously pushed towards the Fiendfyre-burning wall by the Unicorn, and death was just a matter of time.
Under such a stalemate, it was Ivan who couldn't hold on any longer. The repeated depletion of his magic made his mind foggy, and his body cells were sending him warning signals. If not for the high-speed operation mode of the experience card, he would have fainted long ago.
Struggling to maintain for a while, the white light of the Unicorn gradually dissipated. He could only use his last bit of strength to knock Voldemort over, causing him to collide with the Mirror of Erised, dropping his wand in the process.
However, Voldemort laughed, clearly seeing the red eyes of the Shadow of the Unicorn filled with unwillingness before it disappeared.
"Ha ha ha, I still win!"
Voldemort used his remaining hand to stand up, picked up the wand, and the two faces on his withered body split into a grin, his eerie laughter echoing in the spacious room.
But as he laughed, Voldemort stopped, noticing that Ivan's face showed no signs of despair or disappointment.
"Harry, stop pretending to be dead, get up and smear his face!" Ivan suddenly shouted at Harry, who was lying nearby, eyes closed, looking like a corpse.
During the stalemate, when Ivan's magic was about to run out, he sharply sensed that Harry's body had moved. So he decided to change his strategy of competing in magic consumption.
Ivan knew that the black mist might kill him, but it would never kill Harry!
In Voldemort's disbelief, the supposedly dead Harry Potter suddenly jumped up and lunged at him!
In fact, Harry wasn't pretending to be dead. He was completely paralyzed earlier.
After inhaling a large amount of black mist, Harry thought he was done for and had briefly lost consciousness. However, some force within him protected him, continuously resisting the black mist.
When Voldemort recalled all the black mist to focus on Ivan, that protective force gradually restored his consciousness and mobility, though his body was still somewhat numb, and he could barely open his eyes.
Harry knew the battle had reached its most critical moment, so he ignored his weakness and forced himself to stand up, following Ivan's instructions to press his hands on Voldemort's bizarre snake face!
The withered snake face felt like a rag, with some wet, slimy yellow liquid on it.
A sizzling sound spread from where Harry's hands touched, and Voldemort let out a painful howl. The skin on his face peeled off as if burned by a branding iron. He kicked Harry to the ground but couldn't stop his body from collapsing.
Harry sat on the ground, dazedly watching Voldemort's pitiful state and staring at his own hands in disbelief. He had only touched him twice.
Is my hand poisonous?
Harry thought, unsure whether to be happy or depressed.
"Reducio!" Ivan gathered his last bit of magic, aiming his wand at Voldemort's disintegrating body.
Sorry, this kill is mine!
As Voldemort's body exploded into powder, Ivan listened to the System notification in his mind and fell to the ground, completely drained of energy.
Voldemort's black soul roared as it rushed out of the disintegrated body, heading towards Ivan.
But before it could touch him, the ethereal soul abruptly changed direction and rushed out of the room.
A moment later, a blue phoenix flew in through the doorway, its body glowing with a calming blue light, circling and wandering through the room.
Seeing the phoenix, Ivan's heart finally relaxed, though he couldn't help but curse in his mind.
Dumbledore, you really showed up just in time, huh?
After a bout of mental cursing, the fatigue and exhaustion washed over him, and Ivan finally fell into a deep sleep.
Just as Ivan lost consciousness, Dumbledore's voice echoed from the doorway.
"Avada Kedavra!"
The black flames blocking the entrance gradually extinguished, and this mysterious power spread into the spacious room.
The Fiendfyre, known for its eternal burning, was also extinguished under this power.
"Professor! Hurry! Ivan and Harry are inside!" Hermione couldn't wait and rushed in as soon as the black flames died down.
Of course, the young witch didn't forget to pull Dumbledore by the sleeve, dragging him in, while Ron panted and followed behind.
As the three entered the spacious room, they immediately saw the ruined scene.
Twelve of the cylindrical supports were mostly broken, large pieces of rubble scattered on the ground, and the walls were scorched and pitted from the Fiendfyre, with strong, foul-smelling odors everywhere.
Even Dumbledore, who had already seen the scene through the perspective of his Patronus, was still somewhat stunned by the sight.
(End of Chapter)
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