The draw starts from Azkaban

Chapter 258 Transfiguration and Empathy That Shouldn't Be
"I won't let you go, Duvi Jones."

Voldemort looked at Duvi Jones fiercely, and issued the most vicious curse, but unfortunately, his curse could not kill people.

He is also incapable of killing any more.

Because at this moment, the former Dark Lord, his whole body is withered like a piece of dry grass, and he will disappear when the wind blows.

Pharaoh's curse, the effect is too strong, it can kill Dumbledore's curse, and it can also kill Voldemort.

At least for now, he is completely powerless to fight Duwei Jones.

Dewey Jones broke his arm with ease.

Crunchy feeling.

"We've been dying forever, my friend."

Du Wei said hesitantly.

Suddenly, he didn't know what expression, face, attitude, and formal logic he should use to face such Voldemort.

He didn't pick up his pipe, and that wasn't his gesture, as was his tired look, and that wasn't his thing.

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

A tough guy, because of the war, has some flaws, but is closer to the tough guy of ordinary wizards.

Between Zhengguang Wei'an, there are some petty tempers.

People love a fighting hero like that.

He is sure.

Especially when he puts some thought into promoting him.

A gentle professor is Lupine's characteristic. He can gently shake hands with his students, old friends, and former enemies, and convey his emotions to everyone he has met.

But none of these things had anything to do with him, Duvi Jones.

What does it matter?

He's not Lupine, he's not Scrimgeour, he's a clown, he's a shadow.

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

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 magma!

Like an erupting volcano!
What a face it is!
His fingertips caressed his face, and unstoppable violence emerged from his heart!

How smooth and tender his face was, because he had never seen the sun, his face was pale and beautiful like a corpse that had been dead for a long time.

At this moment, he had an urge to slash his face with a blade.

Or completely strip off this face!

It's useless anyway, so why keep this face?
What is the use of this face he left behind?

The emotional upsurge was so fast that even Du Wei didn't have time to react, he was hysterical, even though he knew it was wrong, but he screamed hysterically, swung his hands down vigorously, and hit the ground heavily with his fists and hammers, Smash blood and break finger bones!
As if he wanted to bleed his vocal cords, he was hysterical, as if he was going to kneel on the ground and shatter his knees!

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

But soon, he held his diary firmly.

The dagger was inserted into the diary.

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

"enough!"

he said to himself.

"enough!"

He murmured again.

Turned over and fell to the ground.

"Bella once told me that too."

Duvi Jones interrupted abruptly.

He looked up, his eyes were bloodshot from crying, and looking at Voldemort who was about to die, Du Wei said, "She told me that when I was most helpless.

I remember very clearly that she was right behind me in the boat.

The weather that day wasn't bad, it could even be said to be pretty good. The sun was setting and the storm had just passed, and even the air carried a fresh smell after thunder and lightning.

But I'm scared.

Because they told me they were going to send me to Azkaban.

I say I am innocent.

Nobody believed it.

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

Especially Bella, Bella is very angry.

She told me that my master has no such cowardly servants, and that if she had a wand, she would torture me.

At that time, I was very scared, and I was also very desperate, so now, I saw you, I saw Bella's master, I was also very scared, and I was also very desperate.

I'm so afraid you're torturing me, and I'm afraid you'll keep sending me back to Azkaban. "

Speaking of despair, Du Wei waved his wand, pointed it at Voldemort, and screamed in 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 Curse with the prefix of the tenth-level professor, the powerful transformation ability was forcibly suppressed on Voldemort's body, Duvi 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 kneel down for you, so you die!"

What he said was funny, but here he was, and he said it so funny, matched with his tone and movements, no one thought it was funny.

There was only a kind of crazy terror that emerged from the entire confined space and passed on to everyone present.

Even the dark wizard, the goblin master, and the bound Scrimgeour chose to keep their mouths shut at this moment!

Voldemort also uttered a cry!
He is using his life to fight against Du Wei's magic!
Duvi Jones did not open his eyes, but he also knew that Voldemort was not dead.

He knew a long time ago that things would not be so simple.

A wizard, a magical animal, a dead thing without any magical power, the difficulty of transforming them is not the same. Mad-Eye Moody can turn a third-year student into a ferret, but it is absolutely impossible for him to transform Professor McGonagall into a ferret. Become a skunk.

Because Professor McGonagall is a powerful witch.

In the same way, even if Voldemort, who is tortured to death and has no strength to resist, or the tenth-level purple card, has reached a certain peak strength, he cannot transform the dying Dark Lord at once!

Not even Duvi Jones, not even Dumbledore!
Under the spell, Voldemort's body finally began to change.

But this change is too slow.

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

Du Wei was still screaming, as if he was going crazy, as if he was about to lack oxygen.

It stands to reason that Voldemort is completely powerless.

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

The dying Dark Lord and the cowards who killed him!

Fragmented souls that were killed step by step.

Voldemort's fragmented soul, he was forcibly poured by Duvi Jones to protect his own Horcrux potion from the very beginning. Later, this fragmented Voldemort was taken care of even without the possibility of recovering power. Under the circumstances, Duwei Jones really couldn't imagine how he could still have the strength to resist his own spell!
The scene became stalemate, and Du Wei didn't know how his spell worked, and he didn't know how Voldemort fought against it.

Those black wizards knelt on the ground, praying constantly.

For them, everything in front of them is like two evil dragons fighting for territory.

No matter which dragon it is, it is not something they can handle.

All they can do is kneel on the ground and show their submission.

And pray.

I pray that after one of these two evil dragons survives, they will be left with a way out.

Voldemort's eyes became red and bloody, and Du Wei also noticed that Voldemort's real body felt that a piece of his soul was about to be shattered. Under the intense magic power, he didn't come over because he sensed the magic of Du Wei's rampage. !
Fleeting opportunity!

Vitality eliminated!

Du Wei's magic finally had an effect.

He looked at the shards of Voldemort, like lubricating wax, gradually began to twist, twist, and finally, finally turned into a ribbon!
He turned the dead body of Voldemort into a ribbon.

But before that, Voldemort was dead.

It wasn't Du Wei who killed Voldemort.

It was Voldemort, who killed himself.

His curse can kill even himself.

In all fairness.

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

Fragments of Voldemort, turned into ribbons flying in the air.

The ring of the Gaunt family fell down alone, turned around, and was finally stepped on by Du Wei.

He was panting with difficulty, and seemed to be about to lose his strength. However, none of the dark wizards and goblins around him dared to move.

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

A little bit of black mist appeared on the diary, as if someone used the black mist to create a hand and strung it on his fingers.

"Will a robot also dream of a bionic sheep in a dream?"

Duvi 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 that Voldemort transformed into also floated to Du Wei's side.

Du Weihan's hand grasped the ribbon with relish.

He wanted to tie a knot around his wrist himself.

Unfortunately, there is no such technology.

So he had no choice but to raise the ribbon with his hand, signaling to the dark wizards to help.

"Here comes an ingenious witch."

Duvi Jones said, "Tie it on my left wrist, yes, yes, a bow, yes, it looks better."

He tilted his head back, his Adam's apple moved up and down, swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said, "Put it in front of my eyes."

"I want to see him all the time."

"Call me to see my cowardice and pathetic at any time."

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

In the end, he stopped talking, and the entire confined space became calm again.

(End of this chapter)