chsdbacks Chapter 79 I only needed 3 strikes to make Voldemort's eyes widen in disbelief! [4K Long Chapte
Chapter 79 I only needed 3 strikes to make Voldemort's eyes widen in disbelief! [4K Long Chapte
Chapter 79 I only needed three strikes to make Voldemort's eyes widen in disbelief! [4K Long Chapter]
"Perhaps it's because I didn't tell you the truth. Let's keep going, Kane," Voldemort said, continuing to lead Kane forward.
Voldemort looked at the flames that should have been created by Snape, then at Kane behind him: "Please."
Kane raised his hands in a French military salute: "God help me, ever since I made a frog leg sandwich out of scabies medicine in the first class, Professor Snape has wanted to stuff me into a cauldron every time he sees me, so I really can't change this one."
Voldemort listened to Kane's vehement accusations, then awkwardly pursed his lips. It seemed to be true; Kane's abstract understanding of potions perfectly balanced his strengths in the dark magic field, achieving a relative equilibrium.
Suddenly relieved, Voldemort felt that Kane's talent wasn't so appealing after all... Well, you can't be so absolute, overall it's still more appealing than unappealing.
After looking at the question for a while, Voldemort decisively rejected Kane's insider answer and insisted on recalculating it himself. He then discovered that the answer was exactly the same as the one Kane had pointed out.
Embarrassed, Kane drank the fire-retardant potion and walked through the flames.
Until the last secret room, the Maxwell Door, which at first glance looked like it was made of junk, appeared in the center of the room, while the Mirror of Erised, which was originally prepared by Dumbledore in the corner, was moved to the corner by Kane, with his backside facing the two of them.
"Seriously, Kane, this... door, I don't even need to ask to know whose handiwork it is... Maybe you're the only one in the entire Hogwarts who would like this kind of rubbish patchwork style, as disgusting as your hat," Voldemort said with restraint.
"Didn't you enjoy wearing the feathered hat I gave you before?" Kane rolled his eyes and said.
"That's Quirrell's happiness! Sure enough, your expression didn't change at all. You knew it was me all along." Voldemort said, looking at Kane's still calm expression, and sighed with an expression of "I knew it."
"It's better than your headscarf, isn't it?"
Voldemort nodded. "Hmm, you're right about that. So now, Kane, tell me, where did you put the Philosopher's Stone?"
Kane pointed to the lever in the corner of Maxwell's Gate: "Just pull the lever behind the door."
Voldemort looked at Kane with a disappointed expression: "Kane, I valued you so much, yet you humiliated me with a mocking attitude towards my idiocy. Is that right?"
"So?" Kane raised an eyebrow. He definitely couldn't pull the lever himself. Voldemort needed his talent too, and Voldemort couldn't either, because he was a coward.
Then there's only one correct option.
Sure enough, as the loud crashing sound came from outside the secret room, Harry finally tumbled in, stumbling and crawling.
"Why are you in such a mess?" Kane asked instinctively.
"Uh, because there wasn't enough of the last potion. It won't burn, but it really hurts!" Harry stood up, wincing, and saw Professor Quirrell's face showing an expression that said, "I knew it."
"Professor Quirrell, stop! Dumbledore is right outside!" Harry decided to go all the way with the borrowed power, after all, he couldn't really let himself and Kane, two young wizards, have a real fight with Professor Quirrell.
"Hmm, you and your good friend Kane both like to say things that will never happen." Voldemort said as if Kane and Harry didn't exist, taking out his wand and beginning to write runes in the air.
Each rune written would float onto Kane's body, like chains or tattoos, flowing through his body.
"Oh, that's pretty amazing." Kane exclaimed as he watched Voldemort deflect the spell Harry released from behind him without even raising his head or flicking his wand.
"Harry, you know perfectly well that it's all in vain." Voldemort had no idea how many spells Harry had cast to tickle him from behind; he had simply used one sentence to control Harry.
"If you don't want your best friend to die a horrible death right now, Harry, go pull that lever over there."
Harry roared, "Stealing the Philosopher's Stone wasn't enough for you? You dare to kill someone?"
These wise words silenced both Voldemort and Kane. In the end, Voldemort put down his wand, which he was drawing runes with, and began to remove the turban from his head.
Soon, that pale, noseless face came into Harry's view.
Kane remained completely bewildered, curiously observing Quirrell's suddenly stunned face.
"Hiss..." To be honest, he was also a little interested in watching.
Voldemort quickly granted his wish. As Voldemort's neck turned 180 degrees like an owl, Voldemort's face was completely exposed to him.
"...I still prefer Professor Quirrell's face, to be honest, why don't you switch back?" Kane said somewhat awkwardly.
Voldemort ignored Kane's perfectly reasonable but somewhat offensive request and instead looked at Harry.
"Now, dear Harry, the greatest Dark Lord in history, who has slaughtered over three hundred people in the wizarding world, requests that you pull the lever over there, or I will kill your friend."
As Voldemort spoke, he placed his wand near Kane's neck, the tip of which began to shimmer with a faint green light.
"Go now!"
Harry swallowed hard, though most people called him the hero who defeated Voldemort, the boy who survived.
But when the real Dark Lord appeared before him, he really didn't know what to do.
After all, no one would ask an eleven-year-old to take on a terrorist one-on-one; no one would be that insane.
"Harry, didn't you hear me?" Voldemort's wand tip suddenly crackled with a ghastly green arc of electricity. To be honest, although he had ways to avoid death, no one would like this feeling.
Especially now that Death is lurking in some unknown corner, watching him, it's not impossible that Voldemort's wand might suddenly go off at any moment.
No, it's not that it's impossible, it's very likely, even inevitable!
Kane stared at Voldemort's wand tip, which had suddenly turned a ghastly green, and took a large step back. With a roaring sound, the ghastly green beam struck the floor, igniting a burst of green flames.
The four people in the Chamber of Secrets were all terrified. Voldemort was the first to react and naturally accepted the situation. After all, he was now using Quirrell's wand, and it was understandable that his control was unstable. He even used this accident to continue threatening Harry.
"Look, Harry, if you don't..."
Voldemort was speaking when he suddenly felt something cold pierce his body. Looking down, he saw that Kane had somehow plunged his dagger-shaped wand into his ribcage.
Moreover, the exposed crystal on top has already begun to emit light.
boom!
With a burst of magical energy, Voldemort violently flung Kane and his wand away, preventing the tragedy of some unknown curse erupting within him.
"Kane, I admit, I underestimated you," Voldemort said, as if sighing, after sending Kane and Harry flying far away.
"You are much more decisive than I thought. I didn't have the resolve to kill at eleven. Although I was wrong in judging your relationship with Dumbledore before, I was surprisingly accurate in knowing that you are a born bad seed."
As Voldemort spoke these words, the wound on his chest healed instantly, leaving not a single scar.
"How about it, Kane?" Voldemort asked, as if showing off his body to Kane, his arms outstretched, showing no fear that Kane might suddenly attack him.
And in fact, that's exactly what Kane did.
As the marble floor of the secret chamber abruptly turned into a blackish-gray swamp, one purple tentacle after another surged out and lashed at Voldemort's armor.
Unfortunately, this pure physical damage did not do much harm to Voldemort.
Harry was filled with despair at the sight, but Voldemort was a different story. He felt a strange sense of pleasure as he looked into Harry's despairing eyes.
"Is that all you've got, Kane? Is this your weak and ineffective approach? Well, I'll have to lower my opinion of you then," Voldemort said with elegance and composure.
Voldemort could have continued to be so elegant and composed.
Until Kane slashed a shadow blade across him, Voldemort naturally assumed it was just another child's play spell, and without even dodging, he took the hit as if it were one of those tentacles.
Then there was a loud bang.
Thanks to Voldemort's highly protective armor, he was struck by the Shadow Blade but did not shatter; instead, he was embedded in the wall.
Harry's mouth dropped open at the sight. He looked at Kane in shock. "I know you're amazing, but is this level of amazing a bit too much?"
Voldemort had a similar mentality.
This is no longer the combat power level of an ordinary junior wizard, is it?
Voldemort's eyes widened as he watched the second shadow blade strike, followed by a crisp sound.
His own armor was cracked.
The third blow came when his armor shattered completely, exposing his physical body to the approaching Kane.
Kane raised his wand, but this time it wasn't a sudden, flying shadow blade. Instead, the wand began to transform, and abstract shadows gathered in his hand, forming a jet-black blade, which he was about to slash at Voldemort.
stop!
If Voldemort had said this without evidence, Kane would have definitely killed him. But now Voldemort has something in his hands. He has somehow managed to control Harry with the Summoning Charm, and the Killing Curse can be released whenever he wants.
"Kane, you are too good. I never thought you could do this with just three spells."
"You're very capable, but now, Kane, you have to listen to me." Voldemort looked at Kane with a twisted smile: "Perhaps I shouldn't be so perfectionistic. I may not be able to have both the Philosopher's Stone and you, so I'll take the Philosopher's Stone. Now, Kane, pull the lever."
Kane pursed his lips into a thin line: "Of course."
After saying that, he put his wand in his pocket, walked toward Maxwell's Gate, and pulled the lever without the slightest hesitation.
With a deafening roar, Maxwell's Gate opened, and as vortexes resembling child's scribbles appeared in the junk-like door frame, shadowy tentacles surged out, lunging straight at Voldemort.
"Goodbye Voldemort, go play house with Piglet in the Eternal Realm." Kane said, summoning a toad that used its tongue to stick the piglet back from Voldemort's hand, then waved his hand.
Sayonara.
After Kane finished speaking, he took out his hammer, waiting for Voldemort to be completely banished before smashing Maxwell's Gate with it.
However, an unexpected situation occurred.
With a loud shout from Voldemort, his body, or rather Quirrell's body, exploded with a bang!
"Old Maxwell? What's going on here?" Kane called out to Maxwell in shock.
"His soul still has an anchor point in this world, I can't pull it in," Maxwell quickly explained.
"Anchor point? Does that mean he's still in the real world?" Kane asked hastily.
"Obviously."
"And what about Quirrell?" Kane then asked.
"Dead. Utterly dead, because this... Voldemort's soul and Quirrell's soul and body reached a very high degree of fusion, so when I tried to pull him into the realm of eternity, because his soul had an anchor point in the real world, there was a struggle process. In the end, Quirrell's body couldn't withstand this struggle and... exploded in the real world," Maxwell explained.
"...I think I understand. Quirrell is dead, and Tom is nowhere to be found. So this door is useless now." Kane said, taking the hammer and walking forward.
"Wait a minute, I have a gift for you," Maxwell interrupted.
"What gift?" Kane asked, and a bone with eyes, thrown from the Maxwell Gate, struck Kane on the head with a thud, thus answering the question.
The moment Kane picked up the bone, a four-legged pumpkin hopped out of Maxwell's Gate and pounced on Kane.
boom!
With another loud boom, the entire Maxwell Gate suddenly burst into flames of black fire, and then exploded with a bang.
Kane was fine; using Shadow Armor only made him stagger back two steps. Harry, however, just like Voldemort had been, was slammed against the wall of the Chamber of Secrets—a truly miserable sight.
"Ah, all of this has finally settled down, Kane." Dumbledore appeared in the Chamber of Secrets at some point and stood behind Kane, using the torch to reshape the fragments of Maxwell's Gate on the ground.
"Is it over?" Kane frowned. He remembered Maxwell saying that Voldemort had another anchor point in this world.
"Well, that's enough for now. Let's go, Kane. We need to talk." Dumbledore said, picking up Harry from the corner and placing him on his shoulder. He then reached out to Kane with his other hand. With a loud bang, the three of them twisted for a moment and disappeared.
Chester, who looks like a pumpkin with four legs: ? ? ?
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