The card draw starts in Azkaban

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"I won't let you go, Dowey Jones."

Voldemort looked at Dowey Jones fiercely and issued the most vicious curse. Unfortunately, his curse could not kill anyone.

He doesn't have the ability to kill anyone anymore.

Because at this moment, the former Dark Lord was as withered as a withered grass, and would disappear if the wind blew.

The Pharaoh's curse is so powerful that it can kill both Dumbledore and Voldemort.

At least now, he is completely unable to fight against Dowey Jones.

Dowey Jones easily broke his arm.

Soft feeling.

"We have been fighting to the death for a long time, my friend."

Du Wei said hesitantly.

Suddenly, he didn't know what expression, face, attitude, or formal logic he should use to face Voldemort like this.

He did not hold the pipe in his mouth. That was not his action. Just like his tired look, it was not something that belonged to him.

The pipe is Scrimgeour's signature move, the signature move he set for Scrimgeour.

A tough guy who has some flaws due to the war, but is closer to the tough guy of an ordinary wizard.

In the midst of all the glory and greatness, there are some small tempers.

People will like such fighting heroes.

He is sure.

Especially when he puts some effort into promoting him.

Lu Ping's characteristic is that he is a gentle professor. He can be gentle with his students, his old friends, and his former enemies, and he can convey his emotions to everyone he meets.

However, these things have nothing to do with him, Dowey Jones.

What does it matter?

He is not Lupin, nor Scrimgeour, he is a clown, he is a shadow.

He is like a clown, he can't even have a personality, he can't have oral habits, he can't have emotions, he can't like, he can't hate, he can't have a lover, he can't enjoy the sun.

He is a monster, a disgusting, disgusting monster born from a corpse!

He can't even show his own face!

Touching his face with his fingers, Du Wei's calm face suddenly looked like boiling lava!

Like an erupting volcano!

What a face it is!

The pads of his fingers touched his face, and uncontrollable violence emerged from his heart!

His face is so smooth and tender, because he has never seen any sun, his face is like a corpse that has been dead for a long time, pale and beautiful.

At this moment, he had the urge to take a razor blade and slash his face severely.

Or completely peel off this face!

It's useless anyway, so why keep this face?

What is the use of his remaining face?

The emotions surged so fast that even Du Wei didn't react. He was hysterical. Although he knew this was wrong, he still screamed hysterically, swung his hands down hard, and hit the ground hard with his fist and hammer.

Blow out blood and break finger bones!

He was hysterical as if he wanted to bleed his vocal cords, as if he wanted to kneel on the ground and smash his knees!

He knocked his head heavily on the ground, blood dripping from his head.

But soon, he held his diary firmly.

The dagger was inserted into the diary.

Dowey Jones was crying, but he kept his mouth shut!

"Enough!"

He said to himself.

"Enough!"

He whispered again.

Turned over and fell to the ground.

"Bella told me so too."

Dowey Jones interrupted abruptly.

He raised his head, crying until his eyes seemed to be filled with blood. Looking at the dying Voldemort, Duwei said: "She told me this when I was most helpless.

I remember clearly that we were on the boat and she was right behind me.

The weather that day was not bad, it could even be said to be pretty good. The sun was setting, the stormy sea had just passed, and even the air had a fresh smell after thunder and lightning.

But I'm scared.

Because they told me they were sending me to Azkaban.

I said I was innocent.

No one believes it.

The Aurors didn't believe it, the Strikers didn't believe it, and the Death Eaters didn't believe it either.

Especially Bella, Bella was very angry.

She told me that the master did not have such cowardly subordinates, and that if she still had a wand, she would torture me.

At that time, I was very scared and I was desperate, so now that I have met you and Bella's owner, I am also very scared and desperate.

I am so afraid that you will torture me, and I am also afraid that you will continue to send me back to Azkaban."

Du Wei said in despair, waved his wand, pointed it at Voldemort, and screamed with a hoarse voice: "So, I want you to die, I want you to die! I want you to die!!!"

!

Voldemort, why don’t you want to die!”

The transformation spell prefixed by the tenth-level professor and the powerful transsexual ability were forcibly suppressed on Voldemort. Dowey Jones tried his best to deal with a dying Dark Lord who didn't even have the ability to resist!

"I'm a coward! So you die! I beg you, I really beg you! I'm on my knees for you, so you die!"

What he said was very funny, but here he was, saying it so funny, and matching his tone and actions, no one thought it was funny.

There was only a kind of crazy terror that emerged from the entire sealed space and was transmitted to everyone present.

Even the dark wizard, the goblin master, and the bound Scrimgeour next to him all shut their mouths at this moment of choice!

Voldemort also shouted!

He is using his life to fight against Du Wei's magic!

Dewey Jones did not open his eyes, but he also knew that Voldemort was not dead.

He had known for a long time that things would not be that simple.

Wizards, magical animals, and dead objects without any magic power all have different difficulties in transforming them. Mad-Eye Moody can turn a third-year student into a stoat, but it is absolutely impossible for him to turn Professor McGonagall into a ferret.

Become a skunk.

Because Professor McGonagall is a powerful witch.

In the same way, even if Voldemort is tortured to the point of death and has no strength to resist, the strength of the tenth-level Zika has reached a certain peak, but it cannot transform the dying Dark Lord at once!

Not even Dowey Jones, not even Dumbledore!

Under the curse, Voldemort's body finally began to change.

But this change is too slow.

His body began to twist and deform, and it seemed that Dowey Jones's spell was not completely ineffective, but under the powerful magic power, such changes were not particularly obvious.

Du Wei was still screaming, as if he was crazy, as if he was starving of oxygen.

Logically speaking, Voldemort has no power at all.

But Voldemort was also screaming heartbreakingly. The scene sounded ridiculous, but it looked extremely tragic!

The dying Dark Lord and the coward who killed him!

The fragmented souls being killed step by step.

Voldemort's fragmented soul, from the very beginning, was force-fed by Dowey Jones the potion he used to protect his Horcrux. Later, this fragmented Voldemort was taken care of so much that there was no possibility of recovering his strength. In such a situation

Under the circumstances, Dowey Jones really couldn't imagine how he could still have the strength to resist his own spell!

The scene became deadlocked, and Du Wei didn't know how his spell worked, nor did he know how Voldemort fought against it.

The dark wizards knelt on the ground and kept praying.

To them, everything in front of them was like two evil dragons fighting for territory.

No matter which evil dragon it is, it is not something they can deal with.

All they could do was kneel on the ground to show their surrender.

And pray.

I pray that if one of these two evil dragons survives, they will be left with a way to survive.

Voldemort's eyes turned red and turned into blood. Du Wei also noticed that Voldemort himself felt that a piece of his soul was about to be shattered. Under the fierce shadow, he did not come over because he noticed that Du Wei was running rampant.

magic!

A fleeting opportunity!

Eliminate vitality!

Du Wei's magic finally had an effect.

He watched as the fragments of Voldemort gradually began to twist and twist like lubricated wax, and finally turned into a ribbon!

He turned the dead alchemical body of Voldemort into a ribbon.

But before that, Voldemort was dead.

It wasn't Duwei who killed Voldemort.

It was Voldemort who killed himself.

His curse can even be removed by himself.

To be fair.

Tom Riddle's attainments in potions and spells can indeed be called a master.

The fragments of Voldemort turned into ribbons dancing in the air.

The value of the Gunter family fell alone, spun around, and was finally stepped on by Du Wei.

He was panting laboriously and looked like he was about to lose strength. However, the dark wizards and goblins around him did not dare to move.

Duwei picked up the ring with his wand and placed it on top of his diary.

A little black mist appeared on the diary, as if someone had used the black mist to conjure a hand and string it on his finger.

"Do robots also dream about bionic sheep in their dreams?"

Dowey Jones asked his notebook softly.

The notebook didn't answer him.

"Next time, don't try to empathize with me."

He gently touched his Horcrux with his fingers, and the ribbon transformed by Voldemort also floated to Du Wei's side.

Du Wei's sweaty hands grabbed the ribbon.

He wanted to tie a knot on his wrist himself.

Unfortunately, we don’t have that technology.

So he had no choice but to raise the ribbon with his hand and signal the dark wizards to help him.

"Here comes a clever witch."

Dewey Jones said, "Tie it around my left wrist, yeah, yeah, bow, yeah, it looks better."

He tilted his head back and his Adam's apple moved up and down. He swallowed and said, "Put it on mine."

"I want to see him anytime."

"Tell me to see my cowardice and patheticness at any time."

His voice became lower and lower, and he seemed to be asleep.

Finally, he stopped talking, and the entire enclosed space returned to calm again.