Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

However, he eventually learned a secret anecdote, and the supreme and invincible Elder Wand made his heart itch.

The manuscript left by Gregorovitch allowed him to know the origin and whereabouts of the legendary invincible wand.

Since it is invincible, even if it has the restraint of a magic wand, it must be at the top of all materials. To restrain it, it must restrain other magic wands.

Otherwise, what is invincible?

And now, he got his wish, the wand is in hand, and the biggest mortal enemy is dead.

Voldemort snorted coldly at this time, and a chill from the bottom of his heart made everyone present tremble unconsciously.

His hideous face looked around.

"Found you." He whispered like a snake neighing.

Trelawney, hiding behind the crowd, was locked by Voldemort.

He thinks his luck is really good.

The luck of the savior should be exhausted.

It's his time to run.

Now, he can also hear the complete prophecy, and then deal with Harry Potter, and the entire wizarding world will no longer be able to threaten his existence.

"Come, tell me the full prophecy, the damn prophecy that once cost me everything."

Voldemort induced to speak.

Trelawney's eyes suddenly lost their lustre, like a puppet to be manipulated.

She began to open her mouth, speaking in a tone that was absolutely emotionless.

It echoed in the large, empty room.

"A man with the power to conquer the Dark Lord approached and was born in a family that had defeated the Dark Lord three times... Born at the end of the seventh month, the Dark Lord marked him as a rival, but he had something that the Dark Lord did not understand energies...one must die at the hands of the other, because neither can live, only one survives...the one with the energy to conquer the Dark Lord will be born at the end of the seventh month...""

The magic of Voldemort's Legilimency easily penetrated Trelawney's thick lenses, and she numbly began to obey.

In a trance, neither Flitwick nor Professor McGonagall blocked Voldemort's magic.

Their current thinking is also in a state of extreme confusion.

Even if they came, it didn't work, they couldn't intervene, and Voldemort's sneak attack on Dumbledore was like an antelope hanging on its horns, and there was no trace.

"It doesn't seem to have any content." Voldemort laughed arbitrarily.

Then squeezed the Elder Wand in his hand.

This is power, this is authority, this is supreme pleasure and satisfaction.

"You are despicable and shameless, the only person you feared is dead, are you proud?"

Trelawney's empty eyes suddenly recovered at this time, and she snapped.

Voldemort seems to have been stabbed in the foot. As usual, if he encounters such a person who dares to offend him, if he is lucky, he may die immediately, otherwise, he will die in endless torture.

But today, he didn't do that.

For some reason, he wanted to keep listening.

"What's the matter, noble person, ugly death, the despicable me in your mouth, is now getting good, enjoying the fruits of victory." He laughed in a snake-like voice and said proudly.

"Ugly is disgusting." Trelawney said disdainfully, and then her expression fell into a frenzy.

Voldemort frowned. At this time, the woman told him all the prophecies at that time, but he was not satisfied.

"Then I'll tell you something." Tenelone's voice suddenly fell into a terrifying void again, her eyes focused on the nothingness ahead, as if Dumbledore's ghost was in front of her, talking to her. She was talking.

It is not the kind of walking dead that is manipulated, but the emotions have reached an extreme mutation.

"That prophecy is void."

"Harry Potter, I won't have any contact with you anymore. You're right. He's just a lucky kid, not a savior."

"Your so-called career will reach its peak."

Every time Trelawney said a word, the faces of the people present became ugly and pale.

Sirius even had his wand upright and pointed at Trelawney, who was speaking like a Death Eater.

"Dumbledore is dead, and no one can beat you." Trelawney screamed loudly, falling into a state of madness, but it made Voldemort feel more and more uneasy.

His intuition tells him that this woman can't be allowed to go on.

"Except for yourself." The middle-aged woman finally spit out such a sentence.

"Ridiculous!" This old woman who had once destroyed his dominance had successfully angered him at this time.

"Avada!" He raised his wand decisively, and a spooky green light shot from the elder wand he had captured and shot straight at Trelawney.

This woman has no use value until now.

To save her life is just to make people angry

Voldemort felt a more surging power from his wand, a more powerful, violent, mysterious power than his yew wand.

That road symbolizes the magic spell, and its own display is so handy

Trelawney closed her eyes again, lost consciousness, unable to resist.

Of course, he was powerless to resist.

Many wizards are so vulnerable to the Unforgivable Curse that if they are not careful, they will die.

At this moment, the dazzling crystal chandelier on the top of the ceiling suddenly fell, and the dense crystal blocks suddenly gathered together to form a gleaming square shield, with sharp edges and corners, rather like a ferocious weapon.

Suddenly blocking Trelawney in front of her, she made a muffled sound, bounced the curse symbolizing death, and hit the golden fountain beside it. Everyone's vision was foggy.

"Who interfered with my duel?" Grindelwald asked gloomily.

"It looks like you, you broke a fair duel, Voldemort." Grindelwald's figure suddenly appeared in front of Voldemort.

"With a pedantic sense of integrity, I never imagined that Grindelwald, the former Demon King, who dominated the European continent a few decades ago, would stick to such rules and regulations."

"It's better to say, should you thank me? I solved the hateful opponent who imprisoned you for decades?"

"Then this wand should be my trophy, or in other words, it should be returned to its original owner." Grindelwald said coldly.

"Supreme wand, of course, only capable people are qualified to have it." Voldemort said disdainfully, at the same time with Grindelwald and the snake.

He doesn't want to fight with Grindelwald now, and he needs a certain amount of time to get used to the new wand.

Powerful, not necessarily suitable, at least temporarily.

"Our goals are similar, why can't we join forces?" Voldemort lobbied.

"Put away your ridiculous tricks of bewitching." The wand in Grindelwald's hand was constantly waving, dazzling, dim, obscure, swift, chaotic rays of light symbolizing the magic spell one after another from the tip of the wand shoot.

Then he was resisted by Voldemort, and disappeared in an instant.

But Voldemort was stunned to find that the wand in his hand began to vibrate disobediently again, resisting his orders.

This was the second time Voldemort had encountered the wand resisting his orders.

For the first time, it can also be said to be the so-called magic wand, because the magic wand is afraid and dare not fight the opponent.

But now, what he is holding in his hand is the invincible Elder Wand. If he wants to say restraint, it should also be restrained by other wands. Why is this happening now.

"You are lucky today." Voldemort said coldly, he was not ready to fight today.

After only a few seconds of hesitation, Voldemort waved his wand lightly, and the whole world immediately became hot, and the room suddenly became a sea of ​​fiery flames, and then the whole figure of the man gradually disappeared into the void and disappeared in the flickering flames.