Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 408: Voldemort Appears

Finally, Mike came to the source of the sound.

With the faint blue light coming from the surrounding 'fish tank', Mike could vaguely see two werewolves, one big and one small, fighting each other in the darkness.

Due to the perspective problem, the first thing that caught Mike's eyes was the giant werewolf - Fenrir.

It now looks almost the same as what Mike saw before, but its right eye has been tightly closed, and even blood and tears are constantly dripping from it, as if it is injured.

This injury also made it even more violent. Judging from its ferocious expression, it seemed that it had lost all its sanity!

As for the little werewolf, it was obviously no match for Fenrir due to the huge difference in size.

Fenrir bit it on the back of the neck and pressed it under him. Its fur was in a mess and the hair in many places had been completely torn apart, revealing the scarlet wounds inside. Blood was constantly spurting out of it, dyeing the surrounding fur red.

And this is not the most tragic thing. From Mike's perspective, the most serious injury on the little werewolf is its right front paw.

It couldn't even be described as an injury, because at this moment its entire right front paw had completely disappeared. Under the faint blue light around it, Mike could only see a piece of blood and the vague shadows of white bones in it!

Mike took a deep breath. He had already recognized the identity of the little werewolf in front of him - Lupin.

Although he didn't know why Lupin could turn into a werewolf today when it was not a full moon night, but seeing Lupin's miserable appearance, Mike couldn't help but take action!
"Dig out your guts!"

As Mike chanted a spell at an extremely suppressed volume, a gray light shot out from the tip of his staff and hit Fenrir, who was still biting Lupin.

After reciting the spell, Mike hurriedly took ten steps back as if he was avoiding something.

It turned out that his action was correct, because a few seconds later, a large ball of pink, steaming intestines suddenly appeared where Mike had been standing!
Seeing this, the muscles on Mike's face couldn't help but twitch.

Judging from the number and length of these intestines, if I hadn't dodged them just now, I would probably have been completely buried by them now!
This is the disadvantage of the Intestine-Rippling Curse. If the operation is not careful, the intestines are likely to appear directly on top of the caster's head. The intestines of mammals are extremely long. The human intestine alone is four to five times the height of a human. Therefore, it is extremely important to move to another location quickly after casting the spell!

(Don't ask Mike how he knew that!)

Just when Mike was feeling lucky for having moved his position in time, a deafening wail suddenly came from not far away. The volume was so loud that Mike couldn't help but cover his ears.

Hearing the sound and looking, Mike saw that the two werewolves that were fighting each other had now separated.

The small werewolf that Lupin transformed into had already lost consciousness and was now lying on the ground, his life or death unknown, while Fenrir was crawling towards the pile of intestines next to Mike while wailing.

Perhaps due to the severe pain, Fenrir's crawling posture looked very strange at the moment.

His waist was raised high, and his four claws kept tearing the ground, leaving scratches on the stone floor.

His eyes were now completely filled with bloodshot, and even the eye that had been closed from the beginning opened. However, there was no bloodshot eyeball like the left eye, only darkness and dirty blood that was still gushing out.

When are wild animals most dangerous?

The answer is a wounded and dying beast!

Knowing this well, Mike instinctively took a few steps back again, putting some distance between himself and the pile of intestines and Fenrir.

At the same time, he raised his wand, ready to give Fenrir a fatal blow when he exhausted his last bit of strength.

At this time, Fenrir finally reached the location of the pile of intestines after a crawl that was enough to be described as tragic. However, what he did next made Mike, a man who had seen countless things, couldn't help but widen his eyes.

He actually opened the wound on his stomach that was torn open by Moody's Shadowless Curse, and began to stuff the intestines that were still emitting heat on the ground into his stomach!
This action undoubtedly brought him unimaginable pain, but he did not stop. He continued to waile while stuffing his already messy intestines into his stomach!

Mike took a deep breath and he had to admit, he was shocked.

He even felt his stomach twitching constantly, and a feeling called nausea was forcing the contents inside to surge upward.

In order to prevent himself from vomiting, and also to end the horrific scene completely, Mike frowned, raised his wand, and pointed it at Fenrir!

"The flames are blazing!"

A ball of deep purple flame burst out from the tip of the blackthorn wand.

Mike couldn't bear it anymore. In order to make the scene before his eyes disappear forever, Mike didn't even use the Killing Curse which consumed less magic power, but directly used the Fire Curse!

"Let the fire purify everything."

Murmuring softly, Mike closed his eyes, and the last scene he saw was Fenrir with his one blood-red eye, looking at him with resentment!

However, just as Mike closed his eyes, something strange happened!

"Boom!"

There was a loud noise, and Mike instinctively opened his eyes, and saw a black wind suddenly blowing in the huge brain hall, and the dark purple fireball he ejected exploded directly in the tornado composed of this black fog!

The black fog tornado instantly turned into a fire tornado, but it was only for a moment!

The black fog seemed to possess some kind of magic. Mike's flame did not last even for a moment under its erosion and was completely extinguished in the blink of an eye!
Mike stared at this amazing scene. After seeing his flames completely disappear, he finally lowered his head. While looking at the black mist tornado that was still spinning at high speed, he whispered in a trembling voice:
"Brain Hall, I need backup!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the black mist tornado began to transform in front of Mike!

It was seen twisting and expanding in mid-air, and finally turned into three black-robed men that Mike was very familiar with!

The two people standing a little behind were the ones Mike had just met, they were Bellatrix and Lucius, and the one leading the group was actually Voldemort!
Compared to the last time they met, Voldemort looked much better now.

His skin was no longer wrinkled like that of a newborn baby, and his skinny hands had become more fleshy.

But the biggest change is the pair of vertical pupils!
It becomes more cruel and terrifying!

Mike's pupils suddenly contracted, and he instinctively jumped back several meters. Voldemort didn't seem to care about Mike's behavior. He licked his lips with his scarlet tongue, and then looked at Fenrir who was also stunned.

Fenrir, who was stared at by the pair of snake eyes, shuddered violently, and then began to wail like a wounded puppy!

While wailing, he continued to crawl towards Voldemort, not even caring about his own intestines!

Finally, after crawling for a while, he arrived at Voldemort's feet.

Fenrir, the giant werewolf over three meters tall, was crawling at Voldemort's feet like a puppy complaining to its owner, rubbing his head gently against Voldemort's calf.

A strange smile spread across Voldemort's face. Under Mike's gaze, Voldemort slowly stretched out his hand and gently stroked Fenrir's head as if he was comforting a puppy.

"Ouch!"

Looking at the giant wolf whimpering as if it was acting coquettishly, Mike couldn't help but feel a chill.

"Come on," Voldemort stretched out his hand in front of Fenrir, "give me the thing."

Hearing this, a hideous smile appeared on Fenrir's weak face. He opened his bloody mouth, and his scarlet tongue rolled in his mouth, and a crystal ball covered with mucus fell into Voldemort's hands.

Voldemort laughed after getting the crystal ball, and Bellatrix and Lucius beside him also laughed when they saw it.

Bellatrix laughed so exaggeratedly that she could hardly stand, but Lucius next to her laughed uglier than crying, and it seemed that he was very uncomfortable with this situation.

Suddenly, Voldemort's laughter stopped abruptly. This sudden change almost made Bellatrix and Lucius unable to brake.

"Mike Townley!"

A bone-chilling voice, like the whispers of an unknown entity in the Netherworld, slowly emerged from Voldemort's mouth.

Mike raised his head slightly and looked at the most powerful dark wizard in the world with an expressionless face.

At this moment, Voldemort's face was filled with endless malice, and his pair of golden vertical pupils were fixed on Mike, as if he would attack him like a poisonous snake in the next second.

“We meet again,” Voldemort whispered. “It’s been a long time. Hmm… I remember the last time we met was about a year ago. At that time, you killed my most loyal servant right in front of me!”

Voldemort suddenly roared nervously. Mike still had no expression on his face, but his right hand was tightly holding the blackthorn wand. He knew very well that he was no match for Voldemort in a victorious state. All he could do now was to delay time and wait for support.

So he slowly opened his mouth and said:

"Oh? Who is that person you are talking about? Why don't I remember him at all?"

Mike had expected that Voldemort would retort angrily when hearing him say this.

However, he obviously misjudged Voldemort's reaction. He saw Voldemort shaking his head, as if he didn't hear what Mike said at all, and turned his head to check the gray crystal ball.

After a while, a sentence that was so cold and almost without any emotion came slowly from his mouth.

"Catch him, I will kill him myself at little Barty's grave."

"Yes, Master!"*2
Lucius and Bellatrix knelt down on one knee to show their obedience, but Bellatrix seemed to be a little dissatisfied with Voldemort's previous statement that Barty the Younger was his most loyal servant, and then added:

"I, Bellatrix, your most loyal servant will definitely carry out your orders!"

Unfortunately, her act of loyalty did not receive the due response. At this moment, Voldemort was completely immersed in the study of the prophecy and waved his hand without even turning his head.

But Bellatrix was shaking with excitement as if she had received some kind of blessing, which made Mike once again confirm a fact - Bellatrix was indeed a complete lunatic!

"McTownley!" The trembling Bellatrix waved his wand excitedly, "Feel the fear!"

With this roar, Bellatrix and Lucius attacked Mike together.

In order to capture Mike alive, the spells they both cast were all controlling, enhanced petrifying and sleeping spells, but to be honest, in Mike's opinion, their spells were too weak, especially Bellatrix's. Perhaps the years of torture in Azkaban had wiped out most of her magic power. At this moment, the spells cast by Bellatrix were pitifully weak, and the casting speed was extremely slow.

Faced with these fragile spells, Mike didn't even need to release the armor protection spell. He could easily block them with a simple burst of magic power.

But Mike didn't do that. Now his task was not to defeat these two lousy dark wizards, but to delay time.

So he chanted the armor protection spell loudly, and almost instantly a faint light shield appeared in front of him.

However, the protective ability of this layer of light shield was obviously not outstanding. It was shattered almost instantly under the siege of Lucius and Bellatrix.

"Damn it!"

Mike rolled to the right and narrowly avoided a spell. The expression of tension on his face made Bellacritus very excited and he couldn't help laughing.

Lucius beside him instinctively felt that something was wrong, but did not say much.

In his opinion, Voldemort and Bellatrix were both psychopaths. He only needed to obey the orders of such people and not seek any merit, but only to avoid mistakes.

As a result, the three of them got entangled again.

Mike was like dancing on the edge of a cliff, nearly being hit by the spell every time, but no matter how hard Bellatrix tried, she was always just that little bit short.

Finally, Voldemort, who was studying the prophecy in the distance, came back to his senses. He turned his head and looked at Mike, who was teasing the two of them like a cat teasing a mouse, and a hint of anger finally appeared on his face.

"Useless! He's stalling for time!"

Bellatrix was stunned by the roar, but then Voldemort swung his wand in the distance, and a tremendous amount of magical power gushed out and poured directly into the black floor of the brain hall.

And with the influx of this magical power, the entire brain hall began to tremble violently!
Mike felt the same stinging pain between his eyebrows again. He instinctively lowered his head and saw that the floor around him seemed to come alive and wrapped around him, like a big hand trying to hold him tightly in its grasp!
(End of this chapter)