Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

Although I don't want to admit it, this is the fact - if there is really a one-on-one confrontation, then facing Voldemort in his heyday, Charlie Black is no match for him...

Of course, the gap between the two of them is not as huge as ordinary people.

After all, they both surpass the average wizard. In terms of spell-casting technology and proficiency, they are definitely on par... At most, Voldemort's Avada Kedavra is a bit stronger, and Charlie's Transformation Spell is even better.

difference.

And what really allowed Voldemort to overpower Charlie was actually the experience of the two...

After all, as a genius, everything can be understood through understanding. But this alone, no matter who you are, can only be enriched by the accumulation of life.

Facing Voldemort, who has lived for decades longer, such a comparison is undoubtedly unfair to Charlie, but there is no way, because battle has always been synonymous with blood and cruelty, and there is no fairness here.

sex.

"Jiejiejiejie..."

Finally, time passed by little by little, and all the mist surrounding "Qi Luo" was reabsorbed by him and filled up in his body.

As a result, Mo Hu's figure became completely clear before Charlie's eyes.

In the distance, I could see his limbs twisting, with a faint unnatural rhythm from time to time.

His face was terrifying, and something unknown whether it was muscles or tendons was squirming under his face, making his stiff expression appear even more ferocious.

"Hahahahahaha——"

He smiled brightly, revealing two rows of white teeth, frantically releasing emotions that had been suppressed for an unknown amount of time.

"Charlie..."

After a long time, Voldemort, who had finished venting, turned his attention to the look on Charlie Black's face.

He raised his chin reservedly and slowly, half-squinting his eyes, and a somewhat hypocritical look of nostalgia appeared on his face.

It seems that at this moment, the two parties in the original cat-and-mouse game have reversed their roles.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk... Look at you, even after so many years, you are still the same as before... I think this is probably our first official meeting in ten years, right?"

After saying that, Voldemort lowered his head and looked at his body to himself.

"Sorry... there is no more decent way, so I can only meet you with this ugly body for the time being. I hope you don't mind."

Facing the seemingly polite Voldemort, Charlie had no desire to play house with him.

Now, the only question he is concerned about is how much strength Voldemort can regain after using this inexplicable magic...

As a result, the corners of Charlie's mouth were only slightly raised in a nonchalant manner, and then he mocked mercilessly.

"In my opinion, you look much better now than you did before...at least I won't spit it out after seeing it."

After listening to Charlie's words, Voldemort, who had just recovered and wanted to say a few more words, suddenly turned dark.

In his half-closed eyes, uncontrollable murderous intent suddenly emerged. He restrained his expression and said nothing else.

Instead, he waved the magic wand first and began his first contest with Charlie Black after twelve years.

"boom!

!”

The green light bloomed suddenly, without any so-called forward movement. Even a powerful spell like Avada Kedavra was placed in Voldemort's hand, and it was easy to do it.

And no matter from any angle, it had instantly killed the attack released by Quirrell not long ago.

Charlie's expression remained normal, and at the same time as Voldemort made his move, his arms suddenly rose upwards.

“Boom!

!”

The ground cracked, and a huge stone wall rose directly from the ground, straddling the middle of Charlie and Voldemort, taking the attack for him.

The brief exchange of spells seemed like a simple test between the two parties, or like a clarion call for war, and the war was about to break out.

"boom!

!

!”

The stone wall that just appeared was shattered into powder in just a second, and bursts of black smoke began to condense around Voldemort, driving his body straight into the sky, roaring towards Charlie's position.

All around, the big trees seemed to have been given souls, and their mammoth roots rooted in the ground broke out of the ground. They grew wildly outwards, intermingled with each other, and entangled themselves around Voldemort, forming a

Another endless cage, trying to intercept his movements.

But it is of no use. Even if he is not familiar with the body he is using now, Voldemort is still Voldemort.

The continuous flickering and moving made him shuttle among the roots and vines like a leisurely stroll in a courtyard. No matter how fast the branches spread, they could only slow him down one step, and he watched helplessly as the distance between him and Charlie was narrowed.

It was getting closer and closer, and there was even time left for him to utter a few taunts.

“Hahahahaha!

!It seems like you haven’t made much progress in the past ten years!

Is this still the case!? Is it just transfiguration? What a pathetic child..."

However, just when he was about to crash into Charlie and directly strangle him with a spiritual attack, a roaring black line of fire suddenly covered Charlie's surroundings and burned instantly, keeping him out.

.

"What's this?"

Obviously, Voldemort was caught off guard and was surprised by Charlie's move.

The action of swooping forward was forced to be blocked by the strange flames, and it suddenly stopped in mid-air.

"It seems that you haven't made any progress in the past ten years as I thought. Is this your new trick? I wonder if it will make me happy..."

As he said this, he showed no mercy in his hands. He flicked the wand lightly in the air, and a crescent-shaped arc of light ripped through the air and shot towards the black flames.

"Be careful that you don't get yourself into trouble..."

In the sea of ​​fire, Charlie looked up at Voldemort in mid-air, replied coldly, and then pointed the wand directly at his position.

"Die again!

!

!”

The surging flames seemed to have received an order. The tongues of flames that had been scattering around to devour the surrounding trees for fuel suddenly converged together. Under Charlie's control, they turned into a burning, lifelike huge lion, shooting toward the dark green streak.

The arcs of light collided and flew away.

The next second, the arc of light shattered, but the lion was still strong and unabated. Instead, it expanded twice with the support of the surrounding trees, and it opened its teeth and claws to swallow Voldemort in one bite.

"Uh-huh!

!”

Voldemort's expression remained unchanged, and the windless cloak on his body automatically swung up, with some strange power, drawing a sharp trajectory in mid-air, directly cutting off half of the lion's head.

However, fire has no definite form. The moment its head was cut off, the lion's body disintegrated, and in the blink of an eye it turned into chains, attacking Voldemort's neck, wrists, torso and other important parts...

Although Charlie knew that the only thing that really belonged to Voldemort in that body at this moment was his soul, and even if he burned it away, he would not be able to cause any serious harm to him.

But according to the original plan, all Charlie needed was to inflict severe injuries and then let him escape in disgrace. There was no need to consider the difficult problem of how to keep him...

After all, apart from his ruthless black magic, Voldemort is most famous for his indestructible life, which is like a little Qiang.

………………………………

While the two were fighting fiercely, outside the Forbidden Forest, Harry's brain suddenly froze as he was running forward...

The scar on his forehead began to react, sending burning pain throughout his body.

He was also caught off guard and fell to the ground with a "thud".

With his eyes closed tightly subconsciously, Harry used all his strength to press against the scar that was constantly releasing pain, and even his body could not help but tremble slightly from the stimulation.

In front of his eyes, unwarranted images began to flash wildly.

The blazing black flames... the ugly, growing and squirming trees... and in the center of the flames, the familiar figure of Mohu...

“Ahhhhh!

"

The things that were constantly forced to pour into it made his brain hurt so much. Finally, it shut down quickly, and with a cry, he fainted.

………

"Harry!

Harry! What’s wrong with you!?”

Shortly after Harry passed out, Ron and Hermione, who were closely chasing behind Harry, caught up.

The two of them saw Harry lying in front of him at a glance. In a hurry, they ran a little faster and hurriedly came to his side, shouting urgently while lifting the other person up.

"Hermione!

Look, look what happened to Harry!?"

The helpless Ron held Harry's weak head and helped him up. However, he was very talented and had no experience in dealing with this kind of situation. He could only subconsciously look at Hermione beside him and regard her as his own.

the backbone of.

"I...I don't know...Has Harry been attacked!?"

However, Hermione's reaction was not much better than Ron's... After all, she was just an eleven-year-old girl. She had only lived in the Muggle world before and had never seen any unexpected situations. Naturally,

I was also panicked and didn't know what to do.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for Draco, who was chasing the three of them, to hurry up. After the two briefly explained the situation to him, he did not hesitate and quickly checked Harry's breathing.

and whether he suffered any injuries.

After turning over and over to confirm, Draco breathed a sigh of relief.

"No injuries, breathing is stable... I probably just fainted."

"Then... what should we do?" The uneasy look on Ron's face did not disappear with Draco's words. Instead, he continued to look inside and became more intense.

"Are we still going inside?"

“…”

Draco pursed his lips, looked deeper into the Forbidden Forest, and then looked at Harry who was unconscious. After a long time, he stood up firmly and answered.

"You guys take care of Harry here first...I'll go take a look inside."

"Draco...are you sure?"

Hermione frowned slightly, apparently not very satisfied with his decision to take risks alone.

After a moment, she hesitated and said

"Otherwise, I..."

But before he finished speaking, he was decisively interrupted by Draco.

He shook his head firmly and refused.

"If I am alone, I am confident that I can come out, but bringing one more person with me will only be a burden... Just stay safe. Don't worry, I will be fine."

After that, he turned around and continued to move forward without looking back...

………………………………

Since their location is surrounded by trees, it is a unique home environment for Fire Shield!

At the beginning, Charlie did not cast the magic about fire at the first time because he was worried about the uncontrollable consequences.

But now facing Voldemort who is almost at his peak, in order to prevent any problems from arising, Charlie does not dare to make a big deal.

Suddenly, the originally quiet and deep woods were pulled into a line of fire that stretched for thousands of meters, and turned into a raging sea of ​​fire.

"Damn it!

!”

In mid-air, the situation had completely reversed. Voldemort continued to dodge the madly advancing wisps of flames in embarrassment, and finally broke through the defense.

He was not as calm as he was at the beginning. He gave up his image and yelled at Charlie.

"You despicable! Shameless! Hypocritical bastard!

I will definitely kill you!

I will definitely kill you!

!”

"You'd better take care of yourself now!

!

"

A drop of sweat flowed down from Charlie's forehead, whether it was due to the scorching temperature or the energy loss of controlling the huge flames.

His eyes were always fixed on Voldemort's figure, his hands moving with his eyes.

No matter how fast he is, as long as he is still in this fire field, there will be no chance of counterattack. Because every inch of soil invaded by the flames will be taken over by Charlie in an instant and become an extension of his spirit.

, wave like an arm!

Obviously, Voldemort was also aware of this problem.

No matter how unwilling he felt in his heart, no matter how angry he felt when he saw the figure in the sea of ​​fire, he still made the right choice after all...

Keeping the green hills, you are not afraid of running out of firewood. Anyway, you have gained enough vitality from Quirrell's body. Although you cannot reshape your body, it is much better than the previous situation... If you give up now.

, then he still has something to earn. If he really wants to stay and fight Charlie, the outcome will be conceivable.

Although he did not believe that Charlie, who supported such a huge amount of magic, could persist for too long, he also knew that this body was only forcibly controlled by him due to the effect of the spell, and he would never be able to hold on until the flames went out.

…

Thinking of this, he decisively gave up Quirrell's body and turned into a faint ghost, rushing out of it with dark green mist.

He shouted to Charlie, who was staring at him on the ground, "I'll let you go this time!"

Don't think you can have such good luck every time! Charlie Black!

Next time! I will definitely kill you next time!

!

"