Spellcasting Gods

As Zhang Cheng recited the infamous Heart-Rending Mantra, the woman immediately let out an extremely painful scream. Not only was her voice filled with despair, but she also completely lost control of her bladder, nose, saliva, and even urination and defecation. It was as if she had completely lost the ability to think, and her entire brain was left with only one task: to endure the excruciating pain that words could not describe.

It's important to understand that "bone-piercing torture" is not the kind of torture that normal people understand in the ordinary sense, but a kind of torment that directly affects the nerves and even the depths of the soul.

Generally speaking, even when Voldemort used it to punish his underlings for mistakes, it rarely lasted more than fifteen seconds.

Because once this time limit is exceeded, the person enduring it may suffer a mental breakdown and become insane or stupid.

But now, this unfortunate woman is not only suffering from the torment of the Crucible Curse, but her senses have also been amplified countless times, causing her to go insane almost immediately, with no possibility of recovery.

This means that although Zhang Cheng did not kill her, he inflicted on her a torment more terrible than death, and she will live the rest of her life in a daze, without self-awareness.

Hermione was undoubtedly terrified by what had just happened. She covered her mouth tightly, forcing herself not to make a sound, and it took her a good seven or eight minutes to calm down before her voice trembled slightly: "Why...why did you do this? What's in the box?"

"Believe me, it's better if you don't know. I can only tell you that it's an evil magical artifact created by killing and twisting the souls of a hundred witches. If the box had been opened just now, you would have been controlled by evil magic from your soul to your body, triggering the dark personality deep in your subconscious, and ultimately becoming completely manipulated puppets."

After saying that, Zhang Cheng grabbed the box and squeezed it hard with his fingers.

boom!

The wooden box and its contents were crushed.

At the same time, countless black, misty skulls flew out from inside, constantly wandering around the tent, roaring, and frantically attacking everything they touched.

He has always looked down on such low-level gadgets that have no technical content.

The essence of magic lies in understanding and control. If a magical item cannot be controlled even by its creator and is full of all sorts of unexpected events and uncertainties, then it is 100% a failed work, no matter how powerful it may be.

"Damn it! Who is she? She actually tried to curse us!" Zhang Qiu also snapped out of his shock and glared fiercely at the Gypsy woman who had gone mad.

As a senior student, she had read some books about curses and understood how malicious the other party's behavior was.

“If I’m not mistaken, she should be Voldemort’s servant. I suggest you two be on high alert these next few days and avoid acting alone. There aren’t many Death Eaters under the Dark Lord who are still rational; most of them are lunatics who are not quite right in the head and like to act on their own. Given your relationship with Harry, the possibility of being attacked is very high.” Zhang Cheng revealed some information, half-truthfully and half-jokingly.

"Good heavens! This is terrible!" Hermione instinctively gripped the wand hidden in her pocket.

She had never had a clear concept of war in the magical world before, but now, having personally experienced that ruthless madness, she finally understood how wise her decision had been.

Everyone must choose sides in this battle; no one can escape it...

Chapter 760 Quidditch World Cup (Part 2)

After the inexplicable attack, the young people who loved excitement stayed indoors for several days instead of going out.

In particular, when Harry Potter learned that Voldemort might do something detrimental to him and his friends, he fell into a state of nervous tension. He would often be awakened by nightmares at night and would occasionally touch the lightning bolt-shaped scar on his forehead and fall into deep thought.

Clearly, the Dark Lord is once again using the connection between the two to pry into the boy's privacy, trying to figure out Zhang Cheng's true feelings towards Harry.

In his plan, killing the "boy who survived" had become the most direct and best way to celebrate his return.

After all, most of the foolish lower-class wizards believed that it was this newborn baby who caused the so-called most powerful dark wizard in British history to suffer a shameful defeat.

Only by killing Harry Potter can we prove to everyone, including the Death Eaters, that everything that happened more than a decade ago was just an accident, the result of our own negligence.

Unfortunately, the plan has encountered a minor problem: the mysterious allies seem to be less supportive of this approach, and have even expressed their stance in a rather vehement manner.

However, Zhang Cheng intriguingly ignored Voldemort's probing, pretending nothing had happened, and continued to cultivate the trust and ambiguous relationship with Hermione, while also taking the time to teach the girl some magical knowledge from other worlds.

And so, the days passed one by one, and soon the day for the Quidditch World Cup final arrived.

Seated in the VIP seats with the best view, Lucius Malfoy forced himself to remain calm until the surrounding audience was drawn to the intense match, then lowered his voice and asked, "Do you think he'll make his move at this moment?"

"Now? In front of 100,000 spectators?" Zhang Cheng glanced at the sea of ​​people in the circular stadium and immediately shook his head with a smile. "As long as he hasn't completely gone mad, he won't do something so incredibly stupid. You have to understand, the most important thing in creating panic and unrest is to maintain an air of mystery, to keep the public guessing about who the enemy is. Then they will inevitably fall into a state of fear and suspicion, and begin to distrust and distrust each other. Besides, launching an attack during the day would expose too many secrets. If it were me, I would choose the dead of night."

"So, the attack will happen tonight?" Lucius wasn't stupid; he quickly guessed the Dark Lord's chosen time to strike.

It's important to know that after the competition, wizards from all over the world will stay for one night of revelry before embarking on their return journey.

If Voldemort really wants to make a big splash, tonight is his last chance.

"That's right! Just enjoy the game. After tonight, the entire British wizarding world will be a completely different place, and you'll be extremely busy."

After saying these meaningful words, Zhang Cheng glanced at the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, who was completely clueless about the situation not far away, and gave him a half-smile.

Before long, this old man, obsessed with power, status, and wealth, will become the sharpest sword he uses against Albus Dumbledore.

……

Amidst enthusiastic cheers and applause, the 422nd World Cup final finally came to a successful conclusion, with Ireland narrowly defeating Bulgaria to lift the trophy, symbolizing the highest honor in magical sports.

Fortunately, the two teams representing Great Britain, England and Scotland, had already been eliminated. Otherwise, who knows if a Quidditch hooligan's rampage at the awards ceremony would have become an international news story in this land known for its football hooligans.

However, this had little to do with Zhang Cheng; in fact, his attention was never drawn to the so-called "competition."

As the revelry that lasted for most of the night came to an end and people returned to their tents to rest, the attacks and riots arrived as expected.

Voldemort's minions made no attempt to conceal their presence this time. They first launched a massive Dark Mark into the sky, summoning Death Eaters hidden among ordinary people. These Death Eaters then formed a force and began a frenzied attack on the law enforcement officers originally intended to maintain order at the Ministry of Magic.

In just over ten minutes, at least six or seven people died on the spot, more than thirty were seriously injured, and more than one hundred were seriously injured.

Even in the world of ordinary people, this could be considered a terrorist attack that shocked the world, not to mention that there are far fewer wizards.

Listening to the screams of panic and agonizing cries from afar, Zhang Cheng sighed softly and said, "A new round of wizard wars has finally officially begun!"

“Yes! The Death Eaters have been suppressing their anger for far too long, and they have endured it for far too long. Soon the British wizarding world will be stained with blood.” Lucius nodded, gripping one of his arms tightly.

As a former member of the Death Eaters, he could clearly feel the Dark Lord's mark on his arm burning intensely, a sign that the Dark Lord was summoning his minions.

"Teacher, what do we need to do next?" Harry Potter asked cautiously.

"Us? We don't need to do anything, just wait patiently. You have to understand, Voldemort isn't a patient man..."

Before Zhang Cheng could finish speaking, a masked man suddenly appeared out of thin air, placed one hand on his chest, bowed, and said in a voice disguised by magic, "Good evening, Your Excellency. I extend an invitation to you on behalf of the great Dark Lord, who is eager to speak with you face to face about Harry Potter."

"Oh? He actually dared to see me!" Zhang Cheng raised his eyebrows in slight surprise.

He hadn't forgotten that during their last meeting, the other party had specially made a magic mirror to hide their true location in case of any unexpected situations.

"The Dark Lord fears nothing! Even death will one day be conquered by him. Please follow me, he doesn't like to wait." With that, the masked man raised his wand, ready to cast Apparition.

Just as Zhang Cheng was about to walk over and have the other person carry him through the teleportation, he suddenly noticed that Hermione had grabbed his clothes at some point, her eyes revealing tension and concern.

Seeing this, he bent down and kissed the girl on the forehead, smiling and comforting her, "Don't worry, darling, I'll be fine."

Be careful! I'll be here waiting for you to come back!

"I will definitely be back before dawn at the latest, I promise."

As the last word fell, Zhang Cheng grabbed the stranger's sleeve and vanished in a flash.

next second...

He appeared directly in an old house that exuded a strong sense of decay. The surrounding floors and decorations had not been maintained for a long time and were covered with a thick layer of dust and cobwebs. There were no lights, only two candles emitting a faint glow.

Chapter 0761 Common Points

"Ah! You've finally arrived, my dear friend."

With a highly distinctive voice, Voldemort finally revealed his twisted and ugly temporary body.

It must be said that his talent in magic is truly admirable. Even in a dire situation between life and death, he was still able to use limited resources to ensure that he would not actually die.

Putting everything else aside, this infant-like body alone contains a wealth of advanced necromancy techniques, ensuring that the incomplete and cursed soul will not be devoured by the omnipresent rules of death.

It's important to understand that if Voldemort had suffered the same fate, no one else, not even Albus Dumbledore, would have survived.

But he not only survived, but also actively planned to rebuild his body so that he could appear before the world as a living person.

Without a doubt, this alone is enough to prove that he is qualified to claim that he has conquered death.

Realizing this, Zhang Cheng abandoned his previous dismissive attitude and sincerely praised, "Good evening, Your Excellency Dark Lord. I must admit that your mastery of certain magical arts far surpasses Dumbledore's, and even exceeds my expectations."

"Hahahaha! I accept your praise. You know, I took a great risk arranging this meeting, but it seems well worth it now, doesn't it?" Voldemort let out a piercing laugh.

In order to resolve the conflict between the two quickly and decisively, he broke with his usual cautious approach, determined to find out whether the mysterious Eastern wizard before him was an enemy or an ally.

If it's an enemy, they certainly won't let you off the hook when you're weak; if it's an ally, this will be a good opportunity to be open and honest and get closer to each other.

It has been said that success in any field is essentially a dangerous gamble; those who succeed will naturally receive countless praises, while those who fail will only be met with merciless ridicule.

Clearly, the Dark Lord won his gamble this time.

Because Zhang Cheng didn't want to eliminate the other party at this time, as that would mean losing a very valuable pawn and making many subsequent plans uncertain, he simply nodded slightly: "Yes, it's very worthwhile. At least we have a reason to build a relationship of trust instead of continuing to exploit each other."

“Yes! Trust! That’s important!” Voldemort grinned, revealing an expression that would give most people nightmares. “I want to know, why are you protecting Harry Potter? Don’t you know he’s my enemy?”

"An enemy? Are you kidding me? A boy who lost his parents at birth and is only fifteen years old, actually has the right to be your enemy? No, he is not your enemy at all. He just made you lose face unintentionally." Zhang Cheng retorted directly.

In fact, this so-called enmity was a strategy deliberately created and exaggerated by Albus Dumbledore to confuse and divert the attention of his opponents.

As the saying goes, a lie repeated a thousand times becomes the truth.

No matter how absurd the rumors may be, if a large group of people believe them to be true, then Voldemort must stand up and prove them wrong with his actions.

Although it may sound foolish, it would be a fatal weakness for an ambitious person who is determined to overthrow the existing order, especially one who uses violence and intimidation to achieve his goals.

After all, as long as Harry Potter is alive, people will hold onto hope that the hero will one day defeat the evil king again, so that the rebellion will never truly end.

In this way, the cunning Dumbledore can continue to hide in the shadows, searching for and destroying Horcruxes, ensuring that when the final battle arrives, his opponent will never be able to rise from the dead.

Based on Dumbledore's actions, it could be argued that he was more like the final boss hiding behind the scenes than the more flamboyant Voldemort.

“You’re right, Harry Potter is just a boy and doesn’t pose any threat to me. But undeniably, I killed his parents with my own hands, and almost killed him as well. Do you think the hatred between us can be resolved?” The Dark Lord didn’t stick to his previous stance, but instead posed a question that was impossible to avoid.

"Resolve? Who told you I was going to resolve the feud between you?"

Zhang Cheng shrugged with amusement.

"No, what I'm trying to say is that the ideal situation is for Harry Potter to retain his hatred and then submit to you."

First, his presence serves as a constant reminder to be cautious and wary of betrayal from behind;

Secondly, don't you think it's interesting to force a boy filled with hatred to work for the enemy who killed his parents in order to survive?

Finally, and most importantly, Harry Potter's submission could greatly dampen the rebellious sentiment within the British wizarding community.

You must understand that, in order to set a trap, Dumbledore has been secretly and tirelessly promoting the greatness of Harry Potter all these years.

Therefore, when the savior in people's hearts kneels before the demon king, countless ordinary wizards with fragile hearts feel unparalleled shock and despair, because their spirit and faith have collapsed.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes, which glowed with a terrifying red light, as if considering the feasibility of the plan. After about three to five minutes, he asked seriously, "How can you guarantee that Harry Potter will kneel before me and swear allegiance?"

"Hehe, don't rush, you should complete the resurrection ritual first. Besides, I guarantee that on the day you are resurrected, Harry Potter and Dumbledore will become mortal enemies, and the reason will be the love that he has always proclaimed." Zhang Cheng's lips curled into a sinister and evil smile.

"It sounds like something to look forward to! I suddenly realized that we are natural allies, and we have a lot in common, whether it is our disgust for Dumbledore's hypocritical appearance or the ideas in our minds."