The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts Chapter 118

Flames suddenly erupted from Tom's body, and before the others could react, the flames covered his whole body, turning Tom into a burning man. Before Peggy and the others could react, Tom suddenly opened his eyes.

Tom passed away in the flames of the phoenix.

"Phoenix?" Voldemort looked over in astonishment. He felt a strange and familiar feeling in the little boy, as if he was facing Phoenix Fox.

The flame on Tom's body flowed like a liquid, flowing to his left arm, forming a huge flame wing, and his right eye also turned into a snake's eye. He looked at Peggy, who almost sent himself into reincarnation, and stared into her eyes. Under the influence of the mind, Peggy froze directly, and was caught off guard by Tom's eyes to see his heart.

Tom showed a surprised expression, and the strength in his hand was slightly restrained, but he slapped Peggy against the wall with his flame wings. He originally planned to shoot her directly out of the window. The Ravenclaw lounge was in the castle tower, dozens of meters above the ground, and there was no reason to survive if it fell.

But after seeing her heart, Tom felt a little shaken, so he just patted her on the wall. But this time it wasn't clear, even from a long distance, Tom could hear the sound of bones shattering. That slap probably broke Peggy's arms and several ribs. After hitting the wall, the spine also made a crisp sound.

This slap knocked out Peggy's soul. One of her split-in-two souls came out through her body and flew towards [Senior Sister] like a shooting star, while the other remained in her body and was silent with her body.

After slapping Peggy, Tom turned to Voldemort and Riddle.

"It's time to clear everything up..." Tom raised his arm, and the deadness he brought out of the blurred vision at the moment combined with the monstrous anger generated by Peggy's memory just now, making the magic he used next. The power is even higher.

"Flame bodyguard!" This time, it was no longer the small flame of the barbecue sausage, but the blue magic flame! Tom was furious, and the different-colored pupils added a sense of evil to him. The blue magic flame at the tip of the wand hovered beside him. Tom turned lightly on the spot, and the blue magic flame was painted beside him. a circle.

The flames swelled outwards rapidly, [Senior] opened her eyes, leaped out of the window of the Ravenclaw common room with a stride, rolled over when she landed, and made a muffled sound of a heavy object falling to the ground. However, she showed no signs of injury, so she quickened her pace, ran across the lawn in the blink of an eye, and disappeared into the forbidden forest.

Riddle followed suit and tried to escape from the window closer to him, but he jumped halfway, and the head of a huge magic dog protruded from the magic flame, biting the corner of his clothes, dragged him back. Immediately afterwards, the second devil dog also appeared. It stretched out its head and shrouded and wrapped him in one bite.

Riddle let out a shrill scream, and the ink as thick as blood gushed out from his body, but it was instantly evaporated into black gas in the magic flame, which became the fuel of the magic flame, and blue gradually appeared on his face. Colored light spots, that are dotted flames.

He twisted and struggled, waving his arms incessantly, and screaming in his mouth. Immediately afterwards, a flame burst out from Riddle's body from the inside out. In the flame, his body gradually became transparent. At this time, he was like a water bottle full of holes. Soon, he disappeared, and a charred diary fell to the ground with a clatter, and a small flame was slowly burning on it.

Voldemort tried to escape through the door, but the door's lock, like a jam, failed, locking him in the lounge.

"All spells are over!" He waved his wand in his backhand, trying to extinguish the magical flame, but he was a little powerless. His spell could push the Demon Flame Hound back from the flames, but it couldn't eliminate it. they. As the fire intensified, he gradually fell into a desperate situation.

Like a conductor, Tom waved his wand gracefully, letting the flames dance with his wand.

The flames devoured everything in the lounge and grew rapidly. Voldemort was forced to the corner by the flames. His curse was like a mud ox into the sea, ruthlessly swallowed by Tom's magic flame.

Voldemort reluctantly tried to use the Freezing Charm, but the frost turned into air after only a few seconds.

"Are you shivering because of fear? It can't be because of the weather, it's still warm here, turn to ashes—" Tom said to Voldemort after he had cornered him, before launching his final offensive. such a sentence.

Then, like a tsunami, the flames covered Voldemort and drowned him. Voldemort's remnant was struggling in the flames. He stretched out a flame-covered arm and left his last words:

"I am V-Earth-"

He disappeared, and the crown fell to the ground with a "bang" in black smoke. Tom also slumped on the ground. The spell was too draining and drained his magic power. Now, he has lost control of the spell.

With a thud outside the window, a large golden-red bird flew in—the Phoenix Fox. The light blue flame can't hurt it, and it even automatically splits a passage after encountering a phoenix. After flying into the lounge, it grabbed and fell to the corner. Peggy, who had already climbed on the flames, flew to Tom's side and asked him to grab his tail. After Tom grabbed the tail, it flew with the two of them. Out of fire.

Before leaving, Tom took the remains of the two Horcruxes in his hands.

The door of the lounge also opened with a bullet, and the flames spread into the corridor like sea water pouring into a ship, and quickly expanded along the corridor. But a figure stood in front of the surging flames, tall and thin, with a beard and hair of silvery white, long enough to be tucked into a belt. He was wearing a purple robe that covered the ground, and behind half-moon-shaped glasses were a pair of bright blue eyes.

Here comes Albus Dumbledore.

"Finite!" He took out his elder wand and stuck it on the ground. A golden barrier rose in response, blocking the rushing flames like a dam. The magical beast that grew in the flame slammed into the barrier, not only did not smash the barrier, but instead caused a series of drastic changes.

The barrier summoned by Dumbledore fluctuated after the collision, and the barrier that was like a protective shield turned into a golden flame, and a golden phoenix was born in the flame. As soon as the phoenix appeared, he immediately tore with the demon dog. one

After confrontation, Dumbledore's spell was obviously of much higher quality, and his phoenix knocked the demon dog born in the flames back to its original shape almost at a glance. The flames that the barrier turned into also swept up, blending with the blue flames, forming a beautiful fireball of gold and blue.

Gold gradually gained the upper hand. Although blue magic flames continued to pour out of the lounge, the golden flames still wrapped all the magic flames and indented into the ground.

The blue demonic fire that was still aggressive just now has completely disappeared from this world. Only the smoke and heat lingering in the corridors and lounges could prove its existence.

Dumbledore looked at the completely burned lounge and the half-burned corridor, covered his forehead and sighed.

The scene just now stirred the memory deep in Dumbledore's mind.

"Young people these days are getting more and more lively..." Dumbledore sighed. He thought playfully that if things continued like this, the first-year freshmen twenty years from now would probably throw Killing Curses at each other when they fought.

Dumbledore decided to go to the school hospital in a while and have a good chat with the "culprit" of the incident. But before that, he still has something to do—

He pulled out his wand, cast the Restoration Charm and the Cleansing Charm, repaired the places damaged by the fire just now, and erased all traces in the corridor and lounge as much as possible.

"Professor Dumbledore!" As Dumbledore tried to remove the smoke and flames from the walls of the lounge, an exclamation came from behind him. Dumbledore sighed silently, and turned his head to look at Professor Flitwick, who ran in three steps and two steps.

"Merlin, what's going on here?" he shouted bitterly. "How did the Ravenclaw common room look like this!"

Earlier today, Professor Flitwick was commissioned by Professor Snape to go to the lounge of Slytherin House to inspect students' personal belongings. He had no problem with this, but when he completed the search and went to the Ravenclaw Tower, he felt something wrong: Why is there such a strong smell of smoke in this corridor?

The higher the floor, the stronger the smell of smoke, and the stronger the anxiety in his heart.

When he walked to the corridor where the tower was located, he felt his blood pressure soaring: although it had been repaired as best as possible, there were still obvious traces of fire in the corridor.

After seeing the scene in the common room, Flitwick was even more dumbfounded. The head of the Ravenclaw House was bleeding: in the entire Ravenclaw common room, only the statue of Ravenclaw himself was not burned, and all other decorations had become charred.

"Felius, I will find a way to restore this place to its original state. As for what happened here, I need a little time to find out." Dumbledore persuaded gently.

Professor Flitwick looked around, and all his thoughts finally turned into a long sigh, "Albus, is that the black magic diary the devil?"

The fierce fighting in Ravenclaw Towers did not affect the normal operation of the dueling club in the Great Hall.

Snape had already rearranged his clothes and restored the stage that had just been messed up. Next, he and "Lockhart" divided the students into two groups and asked them to practice spells against each other.

Halfway through, Professor Lockhart seemed a little thirsty. He took out a water bottle from his arms, and when he raised the water bottle to his mouth—

"Flying kettle!" Snape snatched his kettle with a flying charm. He glanced into the pot, and immediately showed the look as expected.

"Please explain, Mr. Mystery, why do you carry a pot of Potion Potion with you?" Snape said, drawing his wand and pointing at the tip of Lockhart's nose. "Don't act rashly! Raise your hand!"

The little wizards in the audience heard the professors arguing, and they stopped to look at them one after another, waiting for the word "Fufang Decoction" to come out, the audience exclaimed. Although the potion of compound decoction is a high-level potion, it is not unfamiliar to young wizards: Snape mentioned it several times in his potions class, and it is often involved in the magic world. News of a potion.

A black rope emerged from the tip of Snape's wand, tying Lockhart firmly in front of him.

"Who the **** are you?" His eyes gradually became unkind.

"There are multiple comminuted fractures all over the body, some bone fragments even pierced the internal organs, and the skin on the body also has extensive burns..." Madam Pomfrey was carefully examining Peggy's body, "The state of the soul is also very bad... …”

Fox suddenly flew into the school hospital just now, which startled her, but Madam Pomfrey, a professional medical staff, responded quickly and placed the two wounded properly.

Tom has changed back to Lockhart. Madam Pomfrey just glanced at him and found that he was fine, but his hands were burnt and his energy was a little overdrawn. Madam Pomfrey had plenty of experience in dealing with exhaustion. She stuffed Tom a bottle of potion, and then let it go.

Peggy on the side needs more treatment.

While Madam Pomfrey was disposing of the bone fragments that Peggy had gutted, Professor Dumbledore came downstairs.

"Headmaster Dumbledore..." Madam Pomfrey wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Professor Lockhart next to her.

He handed Dumbledore the half-burned notebook and the crown that was almost torn to pieces.

The moment Dumbledore saw these two things, his expression became serious. He took the remains of the two Horcruxes from Tom's hands and stared intently at the charred pages and crown fragments.

"That's amazing," he said softly. "He's probably the best student Hogwarts has ever seen--" His eyes fell on Tom's face through the half-moon glasses~www.mtlnovel.com~." --till this moment."

But Tom wasn't finished, he put his wand against his temple and drew out a silvery white memory. As soon as he raised his hand, Dumbledore knew what he was going to do, he made a glass bottle out of thin air and put the memory in the bottle.

"This is a memory I got from Miss Grossman. I think you should take a look first." Tom showed a tired look.

"Okay, then you rest first." Dumbledore nodded, he was about to turn to leave, but was pulled by Tom.

"We need to talk, let's go to your office." Tom sat up from the bed and followed Dumbledore.

"Of course, I still have time to chat with you, an old and confused old man." Dumbledore smiled kindly, took out his wand, and healed the wound on Tom's hand.

The two returned to the principal's office together.

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