Chapter 678 The Final Bet

"What about Gnar?"

Adele walked in the door disobediently, but looked around the battlefield for a week, and asked curiously, under the gaze of the basilisk, the tragic scene that was active here not long ago has disappeared, and the entire battlefield is quiet, only the distant The only remaining soldier here is using a desperate act of madness to stop Hai Erbo's advance.

"He's off to do more important things." Professor Slughorn squatted in front of her, touched the girl's soft blond hair, and said softly, "Go back quickly, Nelson doesn't want you to appear in this kind of place."

Adele nodded, turned and left without delay.

"She is still too young to know what this scene of ruined walls represents."

Flitwick's sharp voice sounded from behind Slughorn, and he hopped up to Slughorn's side, hugging the Sorting Hat tightly, and said while looking at the place where Adele disappeared.

"She knows," Professor Slughorn shook his head and sighed, "I was the one who enrolled her in the first place, and I went to Boston with Albus. It's hard to imagine that I saw you there What happened...Miss Wertling, like Nelson who adopted her, is a strong witch, maybe when we also fall, a child like her will stand up immediately to protect her homeland."

After all, he straightened up, waved his wand, and pointed at the empty battlefield. Behind him, a professor who was in office or had already left came out, and the magic power to maintain the portal had been suppressed by the basilisk because of the wizards who maintained it. It was hit hard, and it closed the moment the last professor—the old Professor Mellors with a trembling left hand—went out.

"Albus is not here. Now I am the temporary principal. I will lead you to charge. We must delay him. We cannot allow students who have not yet left the school to be threatened by danger. I have already asked for help from various magic schools around the world. We cannot fall until they arrive!"

"It's very emotional," Royna smiled, "You have the feeling of Gryffindor back then."

Hearing her voice, almost all the professors froze for a moment. They still don't know how to face this living fossil who founded Hogwarts.

"You are talking nonsense. You are indeed a phantom condensed by Royna's memory. It has not inherited her wisdom at all, and it doesn't even have the most basic judgment." The red cloth covering the picture frame was blown away by the wind, and the old Slytherin appeared Beside Royna, "This is obviously the most standard Slytherin!"

"hehe."

Roy just covered his mouth and smiled.

"S... Professor Slytherin."

"Get the hell out of here." Slytherin gave Slughorn a sideways glance, his palm brushed across the frame, and the flowing oil paint condensed into a plain wand. "What do you mean hold him? What do you mean you are now?" Principal?"

"oh."

Slughorn shrank his neck like a giant quail.

"What has Hogwarts been made of by you? You know how to ride a broom every day...Follow me, let's defeat him!"

Salazar Slytherin snatched the Sorting Hat from Flitwick's hand, and he put his hand into the hat. The Sorting Hat woke up and saw Slytherin's face, and exclaimed.

"Zheng!"

A golden sword inlaid with rubies was pulled out of the Sorting Hat. Slytherin paused and said, "It's a pity that I was not born in the same era as him... Royna, hold the golden cup and let the despicable Haierpo see it." Now, what is the anger of the Big Four!"

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"Do you know what you're doing, Karkaroff?"

Haierbo smiled miserably, his muscles relaxed, and he lay back on the deck chair, watching helplessly that the army of dementors he had finally summoned was torn apart by the soldiers who washed ashore from the sea. He breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had been appointed , asked in a low voice, "Do you know what this means to you? Do you know what it cost you to do all this?"

He raised his hand and waved downward, the almost completely shattered dark cloud condensed into a final burst of thunder, sending the monsters in the cloud to the ground. He understood that this ridiculously weak resistance was not enough to help him turn the tide of the battle, on the contrary it would It makes him look like he can't afford to lose and becomes more ridiculous, but he is not someone who is willing to stand still.

"Of course I know that as part of the ceremony, you have to wait for it to complete."

Haierbo shook his head and said, "In contrast, since you choose to become its other half, you will also be locked here. Our life and death are connected."

"So?" Tom asked rhetorically, "So does this help you survive?"

"Why not? Tell me, Karkaroff, what is the meaning of your existence? Why can you accompany Hermes across time and space to encircle me?"

"Because he needs me," said Tom without thinking, "because we're the only ones who can stop you."

"Is that true?" Haierbo chuckled, "Do you think he will let you be dragged into the water by me, and choose to abandon his most important companion for your so-called righteousness?"

"..."

"From another angle, Karkaroff, if I use his life as a threat, will you follow the original plan and send me the final blow at the last moment of the ceremony, and destroy your friend by the way?"

"..."

"You won't, even if your plan is so coincidental and almost perfect, it will always be found by me, an immoral person."

"We'll wait and see." Tom gritted his teeth and said softly, "How can you threaten me with him now?"

"But you are within my reach," Haierbo waved his hand, "Haha, let's not talk about this kind of sad topic anymore, I have always been curious about one thing, we obviously have no direct enmity, I have never provoked you You guys, does what I did in Greece matter to you?"

"We have a future where we have to fight tit for tat."

Tom put away the banter on his face, put his hands on the back of Haierbo's chair, raised his head, and watched as the hastily built defense line was pierced like paper, and the wizards in battle armor roared and rushed forward. Although there are not many people, but accompanied by their patron saints, they showed the momentum of thousands of horses and horses. Tom smiled and said softly: "You will stand on the opposite side of us, so we have to be each other's stepping stones." , This is fate, Haierbo, the way this world works, we are stronger, so we step on you."

"It turns out that my life will not end here, and my pursuit of eternal life is correct."

Tom's attitude didn't make the hard-hearted Hai Erbo feel the slightest turmoil. On the contrary, it was the less important passages in his words that caught Hai Erbo's attention. He stared at the vigorously beating heart on the balance. The foregone conclusion of the current fiasco forms a ludicrous contrast.

"I really lived two thousand years later..."

"Does such a humble life really have meaning? Locked up in the dark place of death, waiting for a chance to be resurrected, begging for anyone who might help you, your dignity is like shit as well as being trampled upon.”

"Life is my dignity, and the living have infinite dignity to the dead," Haierpo took a deep look at Tom, and gripped his wand tightly, "You will see, Karkaroff, you will understand that you were wrong How outrageous, you will understand that your arrogance has even ruined your future hope, you-"

"Then let's wait and see," Tom interrupted him, and said softly, "I'm a little curious, do you still remember why you took this path in the first place?"

"I……"

The "bet" that was exchanged for the lives of all the living beings in the city was standing quietly among the three of them. On one side was Haierbo who was struggling, on the other was Tom with a stern expression, and on the other was Kent Tanka who had lost all five senses. Her beautiful figure, a pair of eyes that are more beautiful than any other pair of eyes opened in the chaotic blackness, but it was such a beautiful flower that grew out of the horrific sin.

The dementors that Hai Erbo summoned with his last strength did not die in vain. Although they only delayed for a few minutes, it was enough for him and Tom to finish the conversation, and it was also enough time for the last magic to finish its final act. Rituals.

In Tom's eyes, Nelson was already very close, so close that he almost tore a paper dementor and rushed into the city. He could even see the sweat beads on Nelson's forehead and his anxious eyes, but Tom was already His voice was no longer heard.

The black shadow of the female silhouette looked at the body that he was about to merge into, and there was a flash of wisdom in the ignorant eyes, but it was this look that made Tom feel a kind of coldness like falling into an ice cave. It was not friendly, nor even friendly. Malevolent, it can't be described by any emotion that humans can understand, nor can it be understood by Tom's intelligence.

Magic is the embodiment of emotion, and emotion is the activity of the human heart. The human heart is influenced by the ethnic group, and has been condensed into a unique shape of the ethnic group during thousands of years of existence. Human rules set boundaries.

He excavated the animal nature beneath human nature, allowed cannibalism, and allowed the primitive instinctive desires to occupy the brains of the city residents, and then collapsed its structure, allowing deeper things hidden under the animal nature to surface.

the opposite of man.

what is that? Tom couldn't describe or describe it in his own words, it couldn't be summed up by any known words, not even a little prying, this kind of thing has gone beyond the scope of this world, it is separated from the constant deconstruction The concept of passiveness is like the opposite of life is death, and people's understanding of death only stays at the moment when life ends, and everything after that is nothingness to them.

And what Haierbo did after being defeated by Nelson was to master this known opposite.

His laughter was mixed with joy, sorrow and joy. In a trance, Tom seemed to see a slave boy who escaped from the oak barrel in the cabin.

The black shadow bent down, picked up the "thumping" beating heart on the balance, and filled it in the void that was missing from the heart.

The magic power was coherent at this moment, and there was a slight distortion in the air. In the next second, the door of the illusion was completely opened with the heart as the center, and white mist and black mud quickly emerged on the ground, which was difficult to match with the naked eye. The speed grows wildly, spreading in all directions.

"Let the two parallel worlds coincide..."

Tom remembered the prophecy that Nelson jokingly said in the newly rebuilt Department of Mysteries. He didn't expect that it didn't point to the future that Grindelwald and Dumbledore might lead to, but what it described was the future of the two The past that has long been forgotten by history thousands of years ago!

"Your description is quite appropriate."

Haierbo clapped his hands and laughed, watching the black shadow he had exhausted his efforts to create took a step forward, opened his arms, and embraced Kent Tanka in his arms.

"This is my favorite work, Karkaroff... No, Tom Riddle! Even if all my servants die, it won't make me feel a little bit distressed, because none of them can help me defeat He The defective products of Hermes, they are still living creatures, even if they are all offered up, in exchange for this treasure, it is still a sure-fire deal."

Tom's eyes widened. The black shadow was slowly overlapping with Kent Tanka, and her dull eyes also lit up again. In the process of filling the incompleteness with death, Hai Erbo, the real owner of the heart, also began to become stronger. , The rolling mist of confusion diffused in the sky, and the black magic power that assumed the responsibility of "the abyss" in the misty illusion of this era also completely covered the earth in an instant.

Haierbo is building his kingdom of God on earth.

Tom quickly understood why when he entered the illusion with Nelson in modern times, there was only white fog left, like a piece of duckweed without roots.

He also quickly understood that the so-called dark magic powers hidden by Haierbo in the twilight illusion were not buried by him, but they were already there. In this blend of life and death, as the initiator of the ceremony, Haierbo He thoroughly connected the black magic he created with the black that represents death in the illusion, and put his own brand on the wonders of nature.

This is also the moment when his status as the ancestor of the dark arts is truly confirmed, not when he invented those messy spells.

The black that soaked the earth faded quickly, and retracted under their feet in an instant, condensing into a swamp like a shadow, leaving only the pure white lost fog still filling the sky, Tom's heart almost stopped beating, in the storm He knows better than anyone else what kind of powerful magic power will be born next.

"It is too late to beg for mercy now, I will miss you, my loyal Karkaroff."

Haierbo stood up, he no longer needed to sit there, inspecting his spoils, he walked slowly towards Kent Tanka, which blended with the darkness, with his hands behind his back.

Nelson broke through the last line of defense and appeared in front of Hai Erbo. The giant's iron fist emerged behind him, and the lost fog floating in the air was also inspired by him, brewing a stormy wind.

Without hesitation, he let the magic flow into the spinning Ouroboros in his eyes, and said a spell to his heart.

"Cruciate!"

The pain equal to his immediately caused Haierbo's body to convulse, and the giant's iron fist fell, only one step away, Haierbo could get the power he dreamed of.

He endured the pain and stretched out his hand to Kent Tanka.

But just as he was about to touch the girl, her eyes opened.

It was still the pair of broken eyes, but what they cast belonged to Tom.

"Our bet," Tom grinned, and laughed at Hai Erbo and Nelson, Kent Tanka's mouth spoke with his tone, "it's not over yet!"