The years of welding at Hogwarts

But this tiny amount of antidote is just a drop in the bucket compared to the huge rain cloud that covered the whole of London.

Noah's brow furrowed heavily.

"Gwen, the Philosopher's Stone!"

Gwen's voice soon came over the comms channel, "What?"

"Use the Philosopher's Stone to synthesize the antidote. If Peter can do it, we can do it too!"

Chapter 234 Gaia, Aguru: Full marks!

When the huge beam of light that shot straight into the sky as if to pierce the sky disappeared, Voldemort did not show any emotion of the failure of his plan.

Even though he looked a little disheveled now, with wounds of varying sizes all over his body caused by Fawkes wielding the sword of Gryffindor, he looked calm, as if everything was going according to his plan.

After barely forcing back Fawkes who was attacking with sword and shield once again, Voldemort abnormally did not take the next step in response, but looked up at the sky.

There was a subtle curve at the corner of his mouth.

Such a strange scene made Noah frown slightly, as if he had noticed something. He raised the magic wand in his hand and pointed it at the sky.

The thick clouds were driven away by the weather spell, revealing the...

When Noah saw the object hidden by the dark and dense cumulonimbus clouds, his pupils suddenly shrank.

"Fox! Stop him!"

Noah didn't need to say anything. Before his voice could travel over a distance of thousands of meters, Fox's figure had already disappeared in a ball of golden-red phoenix flames.

That is the unique space teleportation ability of the Phoenix clan.

However, the strange speed that Voldemort burst out at this moment was even faster than the Phoenix's space teleportation.

Before Fox's figure stepped out of the space shift, Voldemort suddenly turned into a blood-red lightning and crossed a distance of several kilometers and arrived at Fox's teleportation landing point.

When Fox stepped out of the golden flames burning in the void, he was greeted by a thick tail wrapped in white air waves.

Only a vague shadow could be seen in her field of vision, and Fox only had time to use the vibranium shield in her hand to protect her body. The overwhelming force swept over her like a tsunami.

Voldemort's hasty move only caused Fawkes to move dozens of meters in the air, without causing any substantial damage, but he had achieved his goal...

When the clouds in the sky were dispersed, what appeared was a human body.

It was a boy of about sixteen or seventeen years old, naked, floating quietly in the air, his eyes closed and without any consciousness.

A diary with a tattered cover was floating above the boy's head, emitting an ominous black light, completely enveloping him.

A pale green lightning spanning a distance of thousands of meters struck Voldemort's body, and the Avada Kedavra curse completely destroyed Voldemort's vitality in an instant.

That was Noah's full-force attack after he realized that things were developing beyond his expectations.

But are things really that smooth?

When Voldemort was killed by the Killing Curse, his heavy body should have fallen helplessly to the ground hundreds of meters below under the influence of gravity.

But Noah's killing curse seemed to have no effect at all.

At the moment when the Killing Curse hit Voldemort, some ultimate darkness was released from deep within his body, like a black hole from which not even light could escape, and completely absorbed Noah's Killing Curse.

That ball of darkness was like a living black hole. In the blink of an eye, it absorbed Voldemort's already scarred and broken body, and then quickly climbed onto the boy floating in the air.

Just like a symbiote called "Venom", the large mass of dark and sticky substance quickly dissolved into the boy's body surface.

No, to be more precise, it penetrated into the boy's body.

The Lizardman crisis sweeping across London was just a trick used by Voldemort to deceive the public from beginning to end.

On the premise of having a large amount of raw materials as the production basis, the synthesis of lizard serum and the maintenance of weather spells are

It does not require such a huge amount of energy to support it.

But if you want to use the Philosopher's Stone to create a perfect body, that's another matter.

This is Voldemort's true intention.

No matter how he repairs the broken body he is using now, it can never be restored to its perfect state, just like an object that has been broken can never be restored to its state at the molecular level no matter how it is pieced together.

Instead of patching up a broken body, why not create a new, perfect body from scratch?

Anyway, Voldemort is just a wandering soul now. The body that ordinary people rely on to survive is just a consumable that can be thrown away when broken to him.

A strong heartbeat suddenly came from the boy's body.

When the last trace of dark matter disappeared from the boy's body and turned into a pitch-black robe that wrapped him, a pair of scarlet eyes suddenly opened.

The extremely brutal pressure turned into a strong gust of wind that swept in all directions, and the powerful magic almost froze the surrounding space.

Even though they were several kilometers away, some Aurors around Noah who were not determined enough instantly collapsed to the ground trembling, gasping for breath in an extremely embarrassed manner.

Only a few elite Aurors were able to stand, but their hands holding their wands were shaking slightly.

"That is……"

Even someone as strong-willed as Alastor Moody couldn't help but swallow thickly.

Although he felt that the direction of events was a little beyond his control, Noah's tone was still very relaxed when he answered, "Voldemort."

The clouds in the sky were broken by the violent air waves, creating a hole with a diameter of hundreds of meters. The afternoon sun poured down from the hole in the clouds, covering Voldemort and making him covered with a layer of colorful halo.

If you didn't know him, you would think he was a god who brought hope to the world.

But in reality, he is just a villain who brings suffering and disaster to the world.

And he's a low-brow villain.

No matter how hard Voldemort tried, his fragmented soul could never be repaired and restored to its original state as a complete whole.

That is a flaw that Voldemort can never make up for, unless he can obtain the Soul Gem, which specializes in soul aspects among the six Infinity Stones.

But is that such an easy thing to do?

Even in Kamar-Taj, where the study of the soul has reached a very advanced level and practitioners can even control their souls' movements out of their bodies at will, it is still a huge problem to repair a broken soul.

Otherwise, the study of the soul would not have become an insurmountable mountain in the field of magic.

Besides, it is a question whether the six Infinity Stones exist in this world.

Noah stared intently at the diary floating in the sky just above Voldemort.

If he guessed correctly, that tattered diary should be the one he traveled all the way to Malfoy Manor to ask for some time ago, but Lucius told him that it had been stolen by a mysterious dark wizard.

At the same time, there is a diary that is one of Voldemort's seven Horcruxes.

Pulled by some unknown force, wisps of black mist struggled to emerge from the surface of the diary, vaguely distorted into the shape of a human face.

That should be the soul fragment of Tom Riddle when he was the president of the Hogwarts Student Union, which was kept in the diary.

Relying solely on the insignificant power contained in the soul fragment, without any external magical support, Tom Riddle's soul fragment could not withstand the tearing of Voldemort's body.

The soul fragments that were roughly extracted were like a ball of plasticine in Voldemort's hands, and he arbitrarily kneaded it into a ball of black mist that was difficult to see clearly.

Just like eating candy beans, the young man floating in the sky threw the black mist in his hand into his mouth.

Looking at Voldemort's actions, Noah just raised his eyebrows with interest and watched the show quietly without any intention of stopping it.

Such a simple and crude devouring and fusion alone cannot truly fill the defects in Voldemort's soul.

On the contrary, Voldemort's behavior was completely digging a big hole for himself and courting death.

Noah didn't know what he was thinking. He used murder to split his soul, and the soul fragments that were split out were used to make Horcruxes, but there was no master-slave order.

Perhaps this soul that has been wandering outside will have a certain degree of control over other soul fragments because of its increased knowledge and the ability to control magic power due to its complete body.

but……

Once Voldemort does what he is doing now, and absorbs the soul fragments that have been separated and sealed in the Horcruxes back into the body, things will become serious.

With Voldemort's arrogant character deeply rooted in his bones.

Even if each soul fragment can be said to be himself, will the soul fragments allow each other to swallow themselves up like this?

We are all Dark Lords. Why should you devour me instead of me devouring you and becoming one?

Before, you had a complete body and could use magic at will, but I could only stay in a tattered diary and rely on limited soul power to influence the outside world.

But now everyone is in the same body, and the soul fragments from the same origin have the same right to control the body, so it is not up to you to decide who swallows up whom.

It was as if confirming Noah's guess.

The next second, Voldemort was floating in the sky with his back to the sun, looking divine. Before he could announce his return to the world in a high-profile manner, serious problems occurred in his body.

He covered his head with his hands in pain, "How dare you! You are just a tiny fragment split from my soul!"

This was clearly the fragment of young Tom Riddle in his body beginning a battle for control of the body.

The curve of Noah's mouth became more obvious.

Splitting the soul by murder rather than by other methods that can act directly on the soul and more accurately cut it.

This kind of splitting method is quite uncontrollable. The size of the separated soul fragments is completely beyond Voldemort's control. He can only try his best to get them to roughly equal weights.

This also makes the soul of the youth the most special one among Voldemort's many soul fragments -

It still retains most of Voldemort's humanity and all complete memories from birth to youth. Its IQ has not been replaced by a mind full of killing, killing, killing, and it is able to think independently.

After all, it was almost half the size of Voldemort's entire soul.

As for the remaining half of the soul, let's call it the "main soul". Although it was larger than the one in the diary at the beginning, it became the main soul that remained in the outside world.

But later, after it experienced many splits, only a tiny bit was left.

Just relying on that pitiful bit of soul power, if he hadn't traveled abroad for many years which greatly increased his knowledge, and maintained the residual soul state for many years which also honed his soul strength.

How could the current Voldemort be a match for his former youthful self?

The battle at the soul level does not require any fancy combat experience as support. The two sides are competing with the two most basic qualities:

Power and strength.

Looking at Voldemort in the sky with his hands on his head and his eyes sometimes clear and sometimes crazy, Noah would not just stand there and watch the show until his two souls fought to a conclusion.

If they didn't take advantage of this perfect opportunity to destroy his newly created body, they would be in big trouble when he recovered from his schizophrenia.

With his legs slightly bent, his body rose into the air like a cannonball under the push of the reaction force.

Fawkes, who was knocked flying far away, also stabilized his body, changed direction, and once again held the sword of Gryffindor to attack Voldemort who was still fighting with himself.

Faced with the sudden and unethical attack by a man and a bird, the two souls fighting each other in Voldemort's body also felt the threat of death.

With foreign enemies at hand, the issue of control can be put aside for the time being.

They spent a lot of effort and burned countless brain cells to design this perfect body after they tricked the Philosopher's Stone from Dumbledore.

They don't want to return to the state of wandering souls with destroyed bodies and only be able to parasitize on weak animals such as rats, lizards, and poisonous snakes.

The soul of his youth chose to stop and let the main soul, which had been traveling outside for more than 50 years longer than him, deal with the attacks of Noah and Fox.

However, Voldemort's attention was completely focused on the two people who were attacking him fiercely from below, and he did not notice that a huge shadow had blocked the sunlight from behind him at some point.

The tip of the wand in his hand had just begun to emit the light of a spell when Voldemort turned his head in surprise, but he only caught a glimpse of a shadow in his field of vision.

The tremendous impact force swallowed his entire body like a fierce wave roaring against the reef.

An extremely terrifying explosion sounded above the clouds, and Voldemort's body disappeared in the air in an instant, like a cannonball fired at high speed from an electromagnetic cannon.

With his back against the ground, spider-web-like debris radiated in all directions from the point where Voldemort landed, and the asphalt road beneath him had turned to powder.

The air seemed to still linger with the buzzing sound after the sonic boom. A huge figure turned into an afterimage under the influence of gravity and quickly approached Voldemort, who was still embedded in the ground with a confused look on his face.

Noah's voice was full of joking. "You rode the Thestral for hundreds of kilometers from Hogwarts to get here. It must have been hard work, Hagrid."

Like a meteorite falling from the sky, Hagrid fell from a height of hundreds of meters without any shock absorption measures.

He was still a little dazed by the punch that came from the sky, and he didn't know where the wand in his hand was sent flying by the punch.

So Voldemort was faced with a huge object weighing more than a ton falling rapidly from the sky.

When faced with an object, he could only barely raise his arms and cross them in front of him, trying to resist with his pitiful physical strength.

The huge tonnage, under the influence of gravity acceleration, causes the kinetic energy to accumulate to a quite terrifying level.

The ground suddenly sank with a wail, and countless pieces of gravel and dust rushed into the sky with tremendous force.

If a certain earth-rebellious son was present at the scene, he would definitely give Hagrid a full score for this perfect landing!

Chapter 235 Heartfelt words

The smoke and dust caused by the strong impact floated in the air for a long time before completely dissipating, revealing the figures of Voldemort and Hagrid on the street.