The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 487 Throwing a Skull and a Meteorite

"The enemy of life."

"I am as powerful as a dragon."

"I am as rich as the king."

"I am with God, forever!"

The old man's voice was shrill and piercing.

Like the sound of chalk slicing across a blackboard.

In the empty eye sockets, the blue flame of the soul turned into a bright red.

Instantly, streaks of red lightning shot out from around the skull, flashing red light continuously.

"Sizzle!"

"Bang!"

A bolt of lightning struck, creating a large crater in the ground.

The skull then seemed to have been fitted with a propeller, spinning as it flew into the sky. Then it seemed to transform into a generator, with raging red lightning cascading down from its head like a waterfall.

Before the red lightning could strike him, Dumbledore waved his Elder Wand in the air: "Protect Yourself!"

An invisible shield severed the red lightning, and the old man exclaimed excitedly, "I need your knees to do Tifalara's page 63!"

Dumbledore glanced at the old man with surprise, then said to Moriarty, "I have a scar on my left knee that's a complete map of the London Underground, but how did he know that?"

Moriarty speculated, "Can he see through things?"

"You guessed wrong, I can see through everything." The old man laughed loudly, lifted his old coat to reveal his entire skeleton, but the next second, black spots appeared on his bones.

The black dot expanded rapidly, blinking rapidly.

People with trypophobia mostly fainted, and the black dots eventually turned into eyes.

Some had green pupils, some had blue eyes, some had brown eyes, some had black eyes... their bodies were covered in eyes, and their eyeballs were twitching.

Even their rotten, smelly teeth were covered with tiny eyeballs.

Moriarty and Dumbledore felt like they were being stared at by hundreds of eyes, and were practically naked.

The old man looked at Dumbledore, then at Moriarty, his gaze lingering on Moriarty's genitals.

"Gagagaggagga," the old man howled as he charged at Moriarty, yelling, "I need your genitals for Melutet's page 9, to bite you to pieces!"

His thoughts jumped around so fast that no one could keep up with him; his eyeballs popped out of the skull like beans, and then turned into mouths of different sizes.

"Click, click, click, click!"

The mouth opened and closed mechanically, the teeth inside making a clicking sound.

Moriarty simply tapped the ground with his Lightning Staff and then froze in mid-air.

Dumbledore assessed the opponent's strength and said casually, "His abilities are astonishing, but his level doesn't seem to be very high."

Moriarty was about to agree when the old man let out another crocodile-like roar: "Uh, uh, uh."

Suddenly raising his voice, he glared at Dumbledore and said, "I'll break your neck and put your head on my body to read."

"Ah!" the old man yelled, snapping the skull off his neck—or rather, his cervical spine—with a snap, clutching it in his hand, and then throwing it at Dumbledore like a stone!

"piu~"

The skull fell helplessly to the ground under the influence of gravity.

……

Dumbledore and Moriarty exchanged a glance. Damn, they're insane!

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the sky suddenly brightened.

The two looked up at the same time, their pupils dilating simultaneously.

A meteorite plunged into the atmosphere and slowly descended from the sky, its flames engulfing the entire meteorite due to friction with the air.

The immense impact brought with it fierce winds and torrential rain, triggering earthquakes and tsunamis: even the island's ground began to shake, and the entire sea surrounding Azkaban resembled a scene of sirens raging.

"Uh..." Dumbledore looked up at the approaching meteorite, "I take back what I just said."

Two wizards, sensitive to fire, have discovered that the flames on the outside of the meteorite exceed the temperature of the sun.

It illuminated the island in the darkness, the North Sea of ​​England, Great Britain, and half of Europe!

The old man laughed smugly and said, "Wisdom is more powerful than the stars in the sky! Once I put your two wisdoms into pages 11 and 12 of Richie's Gossip, your heads will be qualified to attract stars."

As soon as he finished speaking, the flames on the meteorite turned a ghostly blue, and a stench of decay wafted over.

Moriarty and Dumbledore had already closed their eyes to resist the bright light and intense heat, and they agreed: "Let's do it together."

"In addition to destroying the meteorite, we also need to be careful that the broken fragments of the meteorite don't damage Azkaban."

The Slytherin Staff and the Elder Wand were held high, pointed towards the sky.

"Water elemental magic, the deep sea slumbers!"

Two giant hands made of seawater suddenly flew out of the sea. They were as agile as human hands, reaching into the air and tightly grasping the falling meteorite, like a goalkeeper holding a football.

Dumbledore acted swiftly, unleashing a surge of powerful magic: "Disintegrate!"

"Bang!"

The meteorite broke into countless fragments, scattering down like a landslide.

Moriarty pointed his staff at the sky, spread his arms, and swung it around forcefully, shouting, "Howling wind!"

The wind elemental magic was activated, and the gale in the sky, like the sharp blade of a juicer, ground the fragments of wind and clouds into fine sand.

The sky darkened again, and the land and sea returned to calm.

The risk has been eliminated.

But Dumbledore dared not breathe, his eyes fixed on the old man.

That's so weird.

You never know what kind of magic he'll use next.

Who knows what a strange old man who can summon meteorites by throwing out skulls will throw out next?

arm?

rib cage?

Heel?

Moriarty, like Dumbledore, looked the old man up and down.

"What if...we had one more?"

Suddenly, the old man spoke.

His tone was like that of a scholar genuinely asking a question.

"Shatter to pieces!" Moriarty thrust out his staff with lightning speed, not wanting the old man to think any further.

The scarlet curse seemed to pierce through space. "Ahhh!" The old man was so frightened that he ran away as fast as he could.

The old man could still speak even without his head, but he was disoriented and wandered around aimlessly like a headless fly.

Not long after, it was struck by the Shattering Curse, and the white bones exploded into fragments with a "bang".

"Is it over?" Dumbledore asked uncertainly.

"I'm afraid... no."

Moriarty looked around warily.

As long as the Life Box remains intact, the Lich will never die.

However, the old man is not a pure lich. He can be defined as a lich, but not understood as a lich.

Moriarty never wanted to see a scene like throwing a skull and getting a meteorite thrown out again.

however.

Moriarty heard a sound coming from the ground to his left, which sounded exactly like a mole digging a hole.

"Bang."

The next second, a skeleton emerged from the ground, but Moriarty was prepared and smashed it with a Shattering Curse.

There's something hidden underground.

Moriarty looked at Dumbledore.

"Leave it to me," Dumbledore chanted a spell over the ground, turning it into a giant pane of glass!

Then--

"Separate immediately!"

Dumbledore blew the glass away!

The underground scene was revealed.

"Just more soil," Moriarty shook his head in disappointment, but he caught a whiff of decay. Following the scent, he located the source under a rock, smashed it again, and revealed a tunnel. "Let's go down and take a look."

Moriarty said to Dumbledore that if he was not mistaken, the old man from before should be inside.

Moriarty was unsure whether the old man was actually Extis.

"Just to be on the safe side, and to protect our fellow countrymen from danger," Dumbledore said, facing the sea, as he began to chant incantations. He set up barriers and protective spells, giving this dangerous island, which could erupt into battle at any moment, a layer of protection. Then he smiled at Moriarty and said, "Let's go now."

But Dumbledore paused in his steps.

"No!"

"Dumbledore murmured, his face full of astonishment."

Why did it stop working?

The protective magic has completely failed.

(I felt unwell three mornings ago, so I rested for three days. I'm feeling a bit better today, so I'm updating this chapter. Whether I can update tomorrow depends on the situation.)

(End of this chapter)