Chapter 622: Fulfillment of the Prophecy

"Ludwig...I miss you so much."

Nina's call consumed what little soul she had left, and a thin white mist spewed out from the hollow eye sockets, turning into a phantom of sorrow, which merged with the lost mist that escaped from the ring, bringing With blood, tears and longing, they squeezed into the imperceptible cracks in the air, and fell straight into the abyss that the living cannot approach.

Witnessing all this, Moody had a splitting headache, images of illusion and reality flickered back and forth between his one eye and magic eye respectively, washing his already weak soul and spirit, but Nelson stayed behind after installing the magic eye. Whispers rang in my ears again:

"Alastor, these eyes are from Borgin Bock. Ten years ago, it was he who used the Imperius Curse to control your parents. They were chasing a murder in the alley at that time. Such murders have continued. For nearly a hundred years," the truth that has been kept secret by those in the know for so many years was released by him in this way. Moody asked about the details at that time, but Nelson just pointed to the sky and continued, "Under the sun, there is nothing that can be hidden. Ghost, your parents lost themselves under the despicable sneak attack, killed each other under your own eyes, and both died. Even after death, the Wizengamot just labeled them a traitor. Even the last trace of innocence will be seized."

The magic eyes that hadn't been adapted by Moody turned wildly in the eye sockets, almost trying to break free and jump out.

"Alastor, Borgin Burk is good at the Imperius Curse and Infernal Magic. His magic eye is his most proud Horcrux. His soul, his memory, his magic, and his power are all Relying on it, even if Tom has killed him, he might be resurrected by taking over your identity with this eye," Nelson said in a deep voice, "He has destroyed your family, you must take everything back from him !"

Thinking of this, Moody felt his head hurt even more, as if a restless snake was running wildly in his brain, and the pain piercing his bones made his eyes go black. Kneeling on the empty ground, Di Ban picked up the blue eyeball that had been pierced by the wand, and stuffed it into his eye socket with a heartless heart.

The shattered demonic eye uttered a near-death wail, and the sound hung on the tail of the resurrection stone mist, and smuggled to the direction of death.

"Pythia, now it's my turn to humiliate your futility. Time has passed, and who remembers your achievements and sacrifices? Maybe people in the world have already forgotten your name, and maybe someone who is qualified to guard your tomb I am the only one left, the premise is...there is still an inscription commemorating you in this world."

A shriveled, bare foot that seemed to have only a layer of rotting skin hanging on its bones protruded from under the curtain. It stepped heavily on the ground made up of compacted lost fog, leaving deep footprints with every step, and every footprint It was filled with a strong sense of relief, each of its toes was firmly dug into the ground, plowing out ferocious furrows on the ground.

The remnant soul of the mayfly rushed into the curtain from the top of his head, and at the same time it raised a strong wind, it also lifted a corner of the curtain, and the pair of dead feet were squeezed out through the passage opened by their huge number!

A strong suction came from inside the door, and it rolled up and swallowed the ghosts gathered in front of the door. There was some anger in the wind, but this dull black stone door remained silent as always. It instinctively To capture the villains who broke the rules, they had to devote more effort to extradite this huge group of dead souls.

In this evil wind sweeping through the misty illusion, only two solitary figures are resisting with difficulty - the person who walked out of the door, and Ludwig who was pulled by the power of the resurrection stone and interrupted his journey to death Greg Kant.

Ludwig only felt that his soul seemed to be pulled into a slender noodle. On one side was the halfway door, and on the other side were the hands that grabbed him at some point. He turned his head and looked back , There is nothing behind him. Those who choose to continue to die have no right to turn back. Like most repentant wandering souls, he can't see anything behind him clearly.

When he closed his eyes, Nina's bright smiling face came to mind. She was dressed in a fancy dress. It was after he had promised her to invite Professor Dumbledore from Hogwarts to solve the dark wizard in Prussia. The luxurious wedding dress at the wedding, he ordered such a wedding dress without telling Nina in a small tailor shop in Berlin, which turned into a ready-made clothing store - he couldn't help but close his eyes, wanting to see Nina put on the wedding dress. The appearance of the moon - Xinghan seems to be draped on the veil by her, the clear blue waves of the Rhine River are the lace on her veil skirt, those free fishes have turned into lovely beads, following the running in Jidi Under the hem of the skirt flickered, revealing a pair of sparkling, star-like crystal shoes, a pair of flower-like beautiful, his favorite eyes reflected his happy face, the two loving hands just clasped together, engraved with the oath Proverbs' matchmaking is shining brightly under the interlaced eyes of the two.

The sudden happiness almost stunned him, he thought of the long journey in this land of death, he thought of everything he had witnessed sitting on the "Hogwarts Express", he thought of his determination to go to death generously, But this determination disappeared after seeing Nina's smiling face. He missed the pair of eyes that took away all his love more than ever. He firmly held Nina's hand, and walked firmly in the direction he had come.

Although the memory has become blurred with the fading of the soul, he can still think of the love of his life. The man's footsteps are weak but firm, and in the center of the milky white outline, a mass of bright red thumping and throbbing re-lights on the chest.

"I want to go back...Nina," Ludwig's memory of the language is fragmented, and the love words he thought were complete may be just a meaningless raving to others, "I really want to take another look, your eyes."

"Snapped!"

Ludwig no longer had the strength to look back, but he could feel someone pushing him from behind, and he felt extremely happy. Did his true feelings for Nina move the heavens? The heart in his chest was beating more and more powerfully, and the magical power from nowhere flowed along the arteries to his whole body. He felt that his whole body was full of power. The Resurrection Stone is worthy of being the most mysterious Deathly Hallows. With the magic power of dragging the soul into reality, with the help of various forces, Ludwig broke free from the veil step by step.

He didn't notice that the hands that pushed him pressed against his back, hid in his shadow, and slipped out.

When Ludwig heard the sound of footsteps behind him, he turned his head suddenly, but what came to him was a pair of selective eyes, his eyes went dark, and his excited soul finally felt the exhaustion brought by the struggle against death , fell limply to the ground.

A skinny monster like a mummy appeared behind him. It was completely naked, its wrinkled skin was as dry and old as bark, and there was no hair on its whole body.

It sensed that black magic, which is more dense and frequent than any other time in history, was brewing in another world separated by yin and yang. It opened its arms, which were somewhat out of proportion, to welcome the howling wind in the blurred illusion.

The storm set off the mountains and fields that have been shaped for thousands of years, making the whole world as if immersed in a blizzard. When the white ground under the feet was peeled off bit by bit, layer by layer, it was buried underground, even after thousands of years. The dissolving evil magic power revealed its true body, and every lifted up land or under the mountain was brewing with rich black, as if the pure white lost fog was just a disguise for the cruel truth of this world.

"It's so beautiful... so beautiful!"

He raised his head, narrowed his eyes and looked at the mayflies that were still pouring in behind the door, his shriveled pupils couldn't hide his astonishment, "How many people have been killed? Is this the massacre of the whole world? Why are the human souls now So weak?"

He didn't delve into it, but opened his arms even more forcefully, embracing the black that could see the light of day. Right now, he has more important things to do.

"Evil is a truth that cannot be dispelled by time. When the human heart is born, when good and evil are not yet clear, evil is born first," the ancient Greek words that have not been used for a long time spit out from his mouth, repeating the number Thousands of years ago, the sentence he said in the last conversation before parting with the longing person, "I discovered the evil in this world, and shared its powerful magic power with those who longed for power. They borrowed my power, It will also be my nourishment, which is a gift and a curse, and everything has a price, doesn't it?"

In the wilderness around the stone gate, the white has been completely swept up by the strong wind, leaving only the deep underground, rock-solid black, and the pitch-black stone gate stands in the middle of the black earth, almost blending with them.

Under his embrace, these servants who originally belonged to him stood up excitedly, were sucked into the strong wind, gathered at one point, and rushed towards his dry eyes violently.

His old and dull body became plump little by little, but the massive magic power could only make him a little bit stronger. He kept muttering "Not enough, not enough!", while constantly calling for his lost power to subsidize the skin of his ribs. It became smooth and bright, full of muscles like ancient Greek sculptures, his naked body was like the most alluring poison in the world, and every angle showed the deadliest perfection.

The long black hair grows from the scalp, and no longer extends when it grows to the vest. The ends are dark green like poison. A pair of black hole-like eyes watch everything in the misty illusion, exuding a breathtaking attraction.

In just an instant, the white in the illusion became the main color again, the black disappeared little by little, even the shadows at the corners were not let go, his aura also changed from strong to restrained, looking around, white The wilderness of the country seemed to have experienced a tragic earthquake, rolling inch by inch, and the scene of disaster spread to every corner of the world. Except for the self-repairing railroad tracks in the ruins, only a city lined with skyscrapers in the distance is still standing firm. As he looked at the city, his expression changed for the first time.

"In a small town called Auschwitz, a grand death like no other in history is brewing in time."

The last ray of black galloped from a distance, wrapped around his body, and turned into a simple green robe. He stroked the fabric of the robe and softly recited the last prophecy left by Pythia.

And in the present world where his position coincides with his, Grindelwald is standing in front of Dumbledore, staring at the yellowed parchment in his hand, reading out the second half of the prophecy in Nelson's drawer, which he saw in Auschwitz After Hai Erbo, Nelson carefully hid this ancient prophecy in a drawer.

"The visitors of death are unprecedentedly large, the door of death is open like never before, and the unprecedented terrifying evil spirits will take this opportunity to return from death."

The man in front of the black door took a step forward, but found that his wrist was strangled. He turned around and found a string of silver metal objects that were like handcuffs, locking him on the black door. He gently pulled Pulling his arm, he asked suspiciously, "What is this?"

"But it's not important." When he realized that the endless chain would not affect his actions, he lowered its priority a little bit, laughing and dancing wildly, "that scene I was looking forward to, the barbaric, Horrible, wonderful carnage still happened, hahaha!"

Distorted screams resounded through the illusion, and the handsome and crazy man just took a step forward and appeared in front of Nelson's city. His laughter caused waves, and the howling wind swept the streets.

With his fingertips across his chest, he inserted two fingers into the chest cavity without changing his expression, twisted gently, and pulled out a bloody rib.

"This is my magic wand, its name is: Avada."

The young man raised the wand in front of him, staring at the short stick made of white bones with fascinated eyes. He stuck out his blackened tongue, and the tip of his tongue slipped gently across the wand, being scratched dripping with blood by the bone spurs on the wand. , but he didn't care about the pain, instead he greedily sucked the rust taste on the tip of his tongue.

"You lost, Nelson Wertning Williams... You failed to prevent that disaster from happening. It and my return have long been inevitable."

Greedy eyes flicked across every corner of the city, he longed for the unique power of the young man who drove him to death, and mastered the fog of death, but his heart had long since lost the fear and vigilance of many years ago, and now he is The creature returning from the other side of the door, he is no longer a humble wandering soul without entity and magic power. The magic power stronger than before is enough to destroy all rebels who stand in the way of his ambition. He is not the return of the dead, But the return of the king!

"Pythia, do you think that time will kill my fighting spirit? For the eternal me, a thousand years is just a snap of my fingers."

He raised his wand supported by white bones, pointed at the city in front of him, and said softly, "Remember the name you are about to look up to, I am... despicable Haierbo!"

He roared loudly, and a black light beam that shattered everything poured out from the tip of the staff, cutting in from the lower left corner of the city, and slashing diagonally upward.

"destroy!"