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"Then I'll pry open your mouth and make you speak every single word!"
After that voice, steeped in cruelty and madness, echoed, the trigger of the white ivory wand was pulled with great force!
"Avada Kedavra!"
In an instant, an indescribable dark power surged into the pristine white wand, causing countless fine black patterns to spread across its surface like blood vessels. The once-etched ivory now carried a deeper air of mystery. The spell shot forth from the wand, significantly transformed.
Avada Kedavra summoned an invisible blade, revealing its outline only upon contact with a target, as the wound manifested. This powerful magic, invented by Snape, was a deadly black magic spell that combined silence, invisibility, and lack of shadow with capabilities like magical penetration, severe bleeding, and sharp cutting.
Like the explosion and blinding spells, although classified as dark magic, their effects on wizards were minimal, allowing them to be used casually like typical spells. However, this type of spell, possessing the essence of dark magic, could endure profound enhancements from negative emotions. In times of war, such spells would become the dominant choice for offensive magic in the future.
With the injection of pure chaotic dark energy, the invisible blade took on a pitch-black boundary. Its curved edge, like a sickle, swiftly formed in the air, its twisted darkness boasting a flying speed surpassing that of ordinary spells, as if it had sliced through space itself. The rapidly flying dark blade left behind a shimmering, rippling trajectory.
Twelve shots per second!
The etched ivory wand had doubled its firing rate. In the blink of an eye, a torrent of dark blades overwhelmed the nearby figure of Voldemort.
Harry's ruthless and decisive ambush made Voldemort's crimson eyes narrow. Although caught off guard by Harry's initial attack, he was not completely unprepared.
At this moment, Harry's greatest vulnerability was that he had to shout the name of his spell. Reality is not like a heated comic; announcing to the enemy the spell he was using was an undeniably foolish act.
Voldemort did not know the counter-spell to Avada Kedavra, but a solution appeared in his mind in an instant. Harry faced a powerful dark wizard, seasoned by countless battles and brimming with combat experience.
In the blink of an eye, a silver shield solidified in midair. Not wielding a wand did not significantly impede Voldemort's casting ability. While a wand is indeed an extension of a wizard's hand, the ability to cast spells without one is a skill possessed by every formidable wizard. In the distant land of Africa, wizards there held an extra affinity for wandless magic.
The dark blade sliced into the silver shield. This protective barrier, far exceeding the usual armor, showcased an astonishing defensive capability. The first dark blade that touched the shield failed to completely penetrate the thin silver barrier, while the subsequent blade finally cut through the shield's defenses.
In that brief moment, seven smaller silver shields appeared around Voldemort.
A menacing intent flickered across his face as he raised a finger, filled with hatred for Harry.
"Avada Kedavra!"
The blinding green light illuminated the dim underground chamber, the beam of killing light not merely a fleeting dot but rather like a laser beam. Voldemort's understanding of the Killing Curse set it apart from that of ordinary wizards.
"Who could be hit by such a slow thing?!"
Although the advanced version of *Avada Kedavra* boasted a more powerful instant-death effect than the original, this enhanced curse could even penetrate the strong magical defenses of many magical creatures, achieving the spell's promise of immediate death.
Yet, despite the increased potency of the Killing Curse, to Harry, it remained visible, even appearing sluggish in flight.
With the Enhanced Reflex charm amplifying his senses, Harry's reflexes and dynamic vision reached superhuman limits. The moment Voldemort raised his hand, he was already in motion, the deadly green light brushing past him as the barrage of *Avada Kedavra* continued to pour forth.
The once intact chamber was shattered into pieces as dark blades cleaved through it. While the white ivory wand now had an incredibly high firing rate, it had lost much of its spell's accuracy, especially during rapid-fire sequences. At this point, Harry could only achieve small-area coverage without losing sight of the target.
"You're quite concerned about the magic circle beneath your feet, aren't you?"
Compared to the shattered cutting marks elsewhere, the magic circle continuously delivering black steam to Voldemort remained completely undamaged. The silver shields fluttered around, intercepting all the spells that could have affected the area.
"Since you're already half-dead! I'll send you to meet your damn beloved Satan!"
"Concussive Blast!"
What should have been a red spell had also turned pitch black. As the attacker, Harry held an absolute advantage at this moment; he could strike wherever he pleased, while Voldemort had no choice but to endure!
"You're nothing but a madman!!!"
Using a wide-area explosive spell in such a confined space was practically suicide. Voldemort couldn't tell if Harry's mind had been shattered by dark forces or if Hogwarts' education system had worsened compared to decades ago!
The dozens of powerful explosive spells fired from the wand could easily reduce this place to ruins! Even the castle above could sense the subtle tremors emanating from underground.
No one wanted to start a war with Hogwarts more than Voldemort, at least not right now!
If Grindelwald were to show up, Voldemort knew he wouldn't stand a chance against a dark wizard master of legendary status.
"Is there anyone in the world crazier than you, Voldemort?!"
The torrent of powerful explosive spells was extinguished one by one by Voldemort's counter-spells. His astounding magical control saved the poor basement, but in his passive defense, he still overlooked something. After unleashing a barrage of explosive spells, Harry aimed his wand at the ground and said in a low voice, "Collapse!"
The solid floor shook instantly, reverberating from the spell's impact. The shockwaves radiated outward from the spell's point of contact.
A dazzling silver sword solidified in midair, its horizontal slash carving a long gash into the floor. The ground tremors came to an abrupt halt before the cut, and the magic circle emanating dark mist was indeed very important to Voldemort.
He had managed to guard against this premeditated ambush, but not completely.
The trembling waves crossed the defense just before the gash appeared; although only a fraction of the force got through, it still caused damage to the magic circle.
The previously stable rising black steam now began to waver, as the unstable magic circle could no longer supply energy to Voldemort as before.
"Congratulations on your achievement."
As the magic circle was destroyed, Voldemort spoke coldly.
"Since you're so eager to taste death, I'll oblige you."
His extraction of dark energy abruptly ceased, and he regarded Harry as if looking at a corpse that had already perished.
"In fact, if you were here, I could also choose to forgo the Philosopher's Stone."
The dark power surging from within him intertwined with the rising black steam, and the blood-smeared magic circle on the ground erupted with a chilling crimson glow.
"Face the abyss."
Voldemort's voice grew distorted, and at the moment the black-red light erupted, he transformed into a mass of black smoke, retreating far away, as if he had become an audience member watching a trapped beast.
(End of Chapter)