The Death Knell

I don’t know how long it will be before dawn, but the dense rain strands occupy almost every inch of the sky. These bright silver threads stitch the sky and the earth together, and the distant horizon is almost completely invisible.

Voldemort held his wand tightly, and all his followers were gone except for Pettigrew who turned into a mouse and ran away.

They were either killed by the angry Dark Lord who kept leaking air, or were dragged into the darkness by the undead and their whereabouts are unknown, but the current situation is that Voldemort has become a loner.

The rain diluted the blood stains on the ground, and a trickle of water flowed from the stone steps of the luxurious mausoleum along the gaps into the grass. The soil under the grass seemed to become darker.

Voldemort leaned exhausted against the pillars of the tomb porch nearby, panting constantly. However, when he breathed in from the top and came out from the bottom, his face was even paler than before.

The cramping pain in his abdomen came like a tide, and the cold surrounding environment amplified this feeling. The cold seemed to penetrate his new body from the pores, then spread everywhere, and finally penetrated into his intestines and stomach.

"puff!"

"Pfft!"

"Bah~~bah!"

Similar sounds sounded one after another, the movement behind him was like setting off firecrackers, and the black robe was as automatic as the ebb and flow of the tide.

But the absence of his men also brought another benefit, that is, Voldemort could finally unleash himself unscrupulously. There was an intoxicated look on his face at this time, and he was relaxing completely.

In fact, no, he just had a stomachache that made him feel unconscious, and there was really water bursting out of the gas just now...

He didn't dare to speak loudly or move, otherwise he doubted whether his intestines would escape. This was something that almost didn't require thinking, but the biological instinct told him so.

"Voldemort!"

The panting Dark Lord heard someone calling his name. He turned his head with difficulty and saw a humanoid luminous body walking towards him.

It was so dazzling, as if that was the only source of light in the darkness. Everything in the surrounding cemetery was enveloped in the colorful light, becoming hazy and blurry. Even the rain was like a gauze, showing a vague light. of psychedelic light.

What kind of creature is it? Angel?

As a half-Muggle, although he hated everything about Muggles, he was somewhat exposed to the Muggles' belief in the ridiculous God during his time in the orphanage.

Like Santa Claus, it's all fake, everyone is lying to him, and he hates the world.

Voldemort's mind went blank. His tolerance for pain was actually not very strong, and his willpower was extremely weak due to splitting Horcruxes many times. How can a person with a soul full of holes have any willpower?

But he also roughly guessed that the other party definitely didn't come to take him to some Muggle paradise, but wanted him to die.

He shook his body and stood up holding on to the stone pillar beside him. On a heavy rainy night, there was a layer of slippery moisture on the stone, which made him stagger.

"I don't know you, but you are the one who came to take my life, right?" Voldemort couldn't look directly at the figure. His eyes couldn't bear such brilliance, but he still used one hand to block his eyes while using the other hand. He raised his wand: "I didn't expect that I would die in such a ghost place, but I will come back one day!"

"You can't come back." The other party answered him in a pleasant voice. It was the voice of a young girl, and there were even traces of voice changes during puberty: "I have destroyed all your Horcruxes, and this time I say goodbye forever. "

Voldemort's hands trembled and he tightly clamped something inside his body. He could not allow himself to have diarrhea while talking to the enemy!

But he failed. Along with the sound of the mixture of air and water flowing like when the water in the bathtub reached the end, his feet suddenly became wet.

He could see that the blurry white shadow seemed to have taken a few steps back, and its hazy face was full of disgust, which made Voldemort even more angry.

"Ava..."

"boom!"

A sound comparable to thunder sounded at a close distance, and Voldemort felt a sudden weight on his abdomen. He rose into the air uncontrollably and fell down on the stone steps.

A large amount of blood flowed everywhere along with the internal organ fragments, and he was defeated before he could understand what was happening.

"Ahem...what kind of magic is this?"

The diarrhea problem was solved, but Voldemort had no chance to use the Restoration Curse. Just as he fell, the opponent had already used a combination of the Disarming Curse and the Flying Curse to instantly take away his weapon.

He could see the bright light approaching, the sound of mechanical loading and bullet casings bouncing on the stone slab, and of course he got an answer.

"AA12 automatic shotgun, good night."

As the firelight flashed, Voldemort turned into a headless corpse, with red and white splashing across a large area.

............................

"The battle is a bit short. Are you sure this is the best victim in the world? Why are you so impatient?"

Ambush was ringside interviewing the special commentator, also known as Deathstroke.

Hermione's performance was pretty good, but the victim didn't live up to expectations. According to the Ambush Bug's understanding, the kind of victim who should be able to grow back his head after it was knocked off and continue fighting is considered qualified.

For example, why is Doomsday unable to die, or is he resurrected back and forth like Darkseid?

"I have been planning for several years, and I have killed several victims' lives to achieve today's results. I will give you the material to make a documentary later... Besides, if my apprentice is like this kind of thing, The pestering is endless, where should I put my face?"

Su Ming answered the question indifferently to the camera. Of course he knew that Voldemort would be nothing if placed in DC or Faerun. There were plenty of people in the 'Gotham Talent Market' and 'Waterdeep Nightclub' who could cure him.

But as a disciple's opponent, Nose is already a good opponent. Even if Damian is replaced, he may not be as good as Hermione. Only peers of the same age have the value of comparison.

The ambush bug smiled and nodded. He let the camera drone give him a close-up again, made some nonsense, and went to interview the lich again.

Su Ming walked towards Hermione who was in the field. She seemed to be staring at Voldemort's body in a daze, and she had been soaked in the rain.

"What are you thinking about?"

"I wonder if I'm really stronger than Voldemort?"

Hermione was not struggling with the murder, but she had an unreal feeling that Voldemort died so easily.

Doesn’t everyone in the British wizarding world say that Voldemort is such a terrifying enemy? Why is it like this? It's about the same level as a troll, it's dead in two shots.

Su Ming touched her head and handed her a piece of chocolate frog:

"We have only targeted his weaknesses for several years. Today, we have gathered the strong ones to lay a trap. It is natural to defeat him. If you really let him compete with you in magic shooting at his peak, he will probably beat you. For a long time, even Grindelwald may not be his opponent."

Hermione was still feeling emotional at first, but a basin of cold water turned her back into dead fish eyes:

"Okay, you don't know how to praise me, just say such realistic words..."

"Isn't the fact right in front of you? He's dead and you're alive, why do I need to say anything more?" Su Ming smiled and pressed her head, taking her away from the body. Naturally, lichs came to recover the experimental materials: "I can't always be with you. Many times in the future, you will have to use your own eyes to distinguish the facts and their deeper meanings."

The little girl was a little silent, and she pursed her lips: "Are you leaving? Although I had a vague guess that you might not be from this world, and it was only confirmed today, I never thought we would be separated so soon, and I can't bear to leave you. "

The atmosphere was a bit sad, and the heavy rain made the separation even more desolate. Recalling the kindness of the professor, Hermione felt like she was going to cry.

However......

"What are you thinking about? Graduating from Hogwarts is just equivalent to graduating from junior high school. I will also arrange for you to go to high school, university, master's degree and doctorate."

The professor rubbed her head and showed a dark smile:

"Besides, all walks of life have rules. Our mage profession is about 'three years of apprenticeship, ten thousand years of service.' You don’t get a penny for the work, but food, clothing, housing and transportation are all included. The education plan lasts for a total of thirteen years. If you round it off, the service time will be converted into 40 thousand years for you..."

"I step on it!"

Hermione stepped on the professor's shoe before he finished speaking, then ran outside the range of the maze and started to apparate back to the maze.

How can anyone live ten thousand years? I talk nonsense all day long...but it's nice to not have to be separated. Let's go back to find Hannah and the others for a supper to celebrate.