Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18

The howling wind stopped at this moment, and Harry's figure also appeared when the sand and dust fell. The invisibility cloak is suitable for use without knowing it. Although Voldemort's vision was blocked at that time, there are only so many things that can make wizards disappear A few, for Voldemort, this is not difficult to guess.

"You're even more stupid than I thought, and you'll be safe with that cloak on?"

"I'm tired of playing, Potter."

"Hand over the Philosopher's Stone, surrender and brand my emblem under my feet, maybe I can spare your life."

Some demon centurions who got in the way were trapped in a sphere made of sticky mud by Voldemort. He used clear water like a spring to attract water, and mixed it with the soil under the floor to create a pure natural mud trap without magic power. The passive ability of the demons to absorb magic power is useless against such non-magical traps. In the long millennium war, the wizards who have always been the dominant side have studied the demons in depth. Voldemort knows a lot about this little trick.

Harry gritted his teeth silently, and squinted his eyes slightly without saying a word. After chewing the Philosopher's Stone, the changes in his body were almost earth-shaking. There was a magical ability swimming in his body, Then it melted into every corner of his body along the veins of magic, but to Harry's surprise, he didn't seem to feel any special changes.

His strength has not been strengthened, and what he feels is that the beating of the magic heart has become much slower than before. The magic heart that beats almost once every fifteen seconds makes the flow of magic in his body almost return to the normal level. If you still use ebony to cast spells now, the spell increase of ebony will probably increase by 1.6 times to 2.2 times the mana consumption, which is not much different from the previous 1.5 to 2.0.

There might be other changes, but in such a short time, Harry didn't have time to search carefully.

"You want the Philosopher's Stone, right?"

After hearing Voldemort's words, Harry slowly raised his head.

"I'm very sorry, the Philosopher's Stone is gone."

"Who made it impossible for me to call for help? When I can only rely on myself, even if I don't want to, I have to make a choice."

"I originally wanted to use the power of the Sorcerer's Stone to become a unique super Animagus, but unfortunately, I can't do it now."

"Here is the Philosopher's Stone you want."

Harry patted his stomach and gave a friendly smile.

"It tastes a bit harsh to eat, and the taste is pretty bad, but it's much better than potions, and it's something people can swallow."

"The only regret is that the forty-nine functions of the Philosopher's Stone written by Nicolas May are not so accurate. I overestimated the strengthening of my body by the Philosopher's Stone, and I didn't seem to be able to get the power I expected. "

The pure black human form reunited again, overflowing from Harry's body by the previously restrained chaotic dark power. This pure chaotic evil came after Harry kept hypnotizing himself and denying the real existence of this world. The fourth natural disaster, a product born of this will.

What it constitutes is a crazy spiritual will that transcends the limits of the ethical order of good and evil. It is a special kind of magic power that is born after being 'polluted' and 'soaked' with natural magic power. In essence, this power is not the same as the magic power in a wizard's body. It doesn't make any difference.

But this power is not lasting. When he hypnotized himself for the second time, Harry knew that he could not lie to himself for the third time. This world is real, and it is real for him, not The virtual world of the game is a real world with flesh and blood, and he has lived in it for nearly twelve years.

This chaotic evil is rootless water, and Harry, who can no longer deceive himself, can no longer channel the madness and unscrupulousness that belongs to the fourth natural disaster.

"Just treat it as the last struggle."

"How can such a little blood be called a river of blood? Right!"

Looking at the red liquid accumulated in the potholes on the ground, Harry curled his lips and smiled, but even if the eleven ten-headed demons drained their blood, they still couldn't completely soak the ground here.

"Either with your blood or mine."

"At least dye this place red, and let Professor Grindelwald witness the final, bloody river!"

"Shenfeng Wuying!"

The dark and evil figure jumped on Harry in an instant, as if wearing a layer of pitch-black armor. Harry, wrapped in dark magic, looked more like the Dark Lord than Voldemort opposite him, accompanied by the explosion of magic power. With a loud roar, the dark blade flew out from the ebony black muzzle, like the sickle of death, the dark blade cut through the air and dust.

Under the blessing of ebony wood, the sharp and unparalleled magic ignored the thin silver shield Voldemort made to save magic power. Voldemort did not guess the power of ebony wood, and a look of astonishment appeared on his face. Under the gaze of confidence, the black blade seemed to span the space, and when he wanted to avoid it, there was not enough time to allow him to complete everything.

The shattered black mist showed Voldemort's distress at this time, and the dark blade passing through his body seemed to have caused no harm to the scattered mist, but a miserable howl could not be faked.

Voldemort at this moment is an incorporeal body composed of a mass of dark magic power. He constructed his temporary body with black magic. His current form is almost the same as the dementor in the previous room.

It goes without saying that one-fifth of the black mist dissipated in an instant, but the screams and pain caused Harry to feel an unknown fire at this moment.

"Where's the blood! Where's your blood!"

What Grindelwald wanted to witness was the scene of blood flowing into a river. Voldemort, who is a phantom and does not have flesh and blood, naturally cannot contribute anything. If the final result of the prophecy is that his own blood is covered on the ground, then death will become Own end?

"Since there can only be one of us alive."

Remembering Trelawney's prophecy, Harry stretched out his right hand, "White ivory is coming."

He held his black and white guns.

"Since the two prophecies point to you and me, if I kill you first and finish the first prophecy, then the second prophecy will not exist without you, right?"

"Professor Grindelwald, is this a bug in my destiny?"

The black blade covered the space in front of him in an instant, and the white ivory wantonly vented the seemingly infinite darkness. In front of the pitch-black blade screen, a pair of scarlet eyes flashed viciously.

"Get rid of him!"

The mud cage shattered at this moment, and the demon centurion, who was used as a shield by Voldemort, once again embraced freedom, and this fearless giant walked forward against the rain of dark blades. The magic that could not kill it was it The nourishment for growth, the demons from the abyss feed on magic power, and in front of it, a sumptuous meal is being delivered to your door.

Scarlet blood splattered—a strange sweetness filled the air.

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Well, there is still one chapter left, so I can only make it up tomorrow. The ending that I thought about before felt a bit inappropriate after writing it, so I deleted it and redesigned it. More, but sorry now, I have to go to bed at 3:40, and I have to go to work tomorrow.