Chapter 97 The Rose and the Snake 37
In Malfoy's study, the pale fireplace fire illuminated the cold rose stone shackles on Voldemort's ankles - entwined with mithril thorns, and a silver-gray nebula swirled within the central dove egg rose stone.
Voldemort leaned back in a high-back chair, pursed his thin lips, and the lines between his brows revealed his violent discomfort.
His fingertips rubbed the searing mark on his left wrist, his eyes frozen in a cold icy hue. The vast dark magic within him was locked in place by the massive shackles, and the impact brought on the burning pain and stagnation of the shackles.
Auror level? Weak! Irritable!
Abraxas stood with his back to the window, his gray-blue eyes reflecting the leaden, deadly garden. The brand on his chest pulsed, echoing the seal of his leg irons, sensing the backlash of Voldemort's surge of magic against the seal—nourishing the dormant godslayer dagger and the icy blue magic within him.
There was an eerie, tense silence. The fireplace crackled, and my knuckles rapped against the chair arms, suppressing my irritation.
[Ding! Social reputation continues to soar!]
['Rose Stone Key' charging speed up: 70%!]
[Hint: Shackle strength = key energy. Magic power limit locked before energy is exhausted.] The system prompts coldly.
The aroma of ink breaks the peace.
Dobby the house-elf trembled as he presented the Daily Prophet.
The huge headline on the headline caught Voldemort's red eyes:
A Shocking Reversal! The Dark Lord Wears Shackles for Love!
Subtitle: The vengeful spirit redeems his wrongdoing! Voldemort executes the real murderer and seals his magic to protect his "beloved."
Dynamic illustration: In the mourning hall, Voldemort's hand is on the connection between Abu's heart and the dagger, his handcuffs are shining coldly, and his red eyes are resolute and calm.
The image is accompanied by a close-up of Clarice's corpse and a scene of the accusation by the evil spirit. The caption reads: "Exclusive revelation of Voldemort's declaration - 'Love is the only defense against the dark arts I have ever learned!'"
Voldemort's fingertips suddenly stopped! His eyes shrank! A raging rage filled him! Wearing the shackles for love? Deep affection? Trampling dignity!
[New mission: 'Declaration of Love'.]
The system is like a maggot on the tarsal bone. [Before midnight tonight, write "I love you" with your capture target in the Ministry of Magic dome with fluorescent flashes. Failure: Experience "Magic Rage" (amplified version).]
[Hint: The target's magic power is limited, so control the range.] Projection of the Ministry of Magic's starry sky dome.
"Heh..." Voldemort sneered coldly. Lumos? Writing "I love you"? For all of London to see? Rubbing salt in the wound!
He looked up sharply, his crimson eyes like lava fixed on the figure standing by the window. "Malfoy," his voice was hoarse and violent, "Your system... really knows how to please."
Abraxas turned, his gray-blue eyes calm. "It's just a mission, sir," he said flatly. "Survive. There's no choice."
It was midnight in the Ministry of Magic's atrium. The starry sky dome was cold and empty, like a cage at the top of the world.
"Lumos Maxima!" Abu raised his silver staff, and a brilliant ice-blue beam of light shot towards the dome, spreading like a paintbrush.
Voldemort's eyes shone with anger, and he endured the humiliation, his magic power stagnating as he raised his staff. A faint crimson beam shot towards the dome, as if to write a curse word.
The moment the crimson light reached its peak, the rose-stone shackles shone with a blinding cold light! The sealing force surged, and the magic power seemed to be cut off by a giant hand!
“Buzz!” Scarlet light twisted and flickered. Next to Abu’s elegant ice-blue “I”, a huge roar erupted from beneath the twisted and violent book.
“I HATE YOU!”
The ice-blue "I" and the scarlet "Hate" dome face off! A naked declaration of love and hate!
"Outrageous!" "Blasphemy!" "The Dark Lord is accused!" Dippet's observers in the dark were furious! Officer B rushed out waving a briefcase: "Evidence! Anti-Ministry of Magic slogans! Arrest!"
The Aurors in ambush have revealed themselves! Wands pointed!
Voldemort looked at the ugly words on the dome, felt the humiliation of the shackles, listened to the stupid accusations, and his rage and murderous intent reached the critical point!
"Ants... barking?!" The sound was like a cold wind from the underworld! Blood dripped from his eyes! He stomped his left foot hard!
"Crack...Crack!" The rose-stone shackles' mithril thorn relief instantly cracked! The sealing light flashed dramatically!
Voldemort's body trembled violently! The pain of his soul tearing apart pierced his mind along the brand! He staggered and clutched his heart! A fishy and sweet taste surged in his throat!
Something strange happened suddenly!
On the smooth floor of the atrium, the ancient magic green flame soul-binding array covering the entire area instantly lit up! Ghostly green light!
"Buzz!!" A terrifying suction force erupted from the center of the formation, directly targeting Abraxas, whose cracked shackles caused severe pain in his soul and chaotic magic power!
"Ughhhhh!!!" Abu screamed miserably! His soul felt like it was being pierced and torn apart by hooks and chains! His gray-blue eyes rolled back and he collapsed! The blood-stain on his chest flashed with resistance! The pale silver soul mist emanating from his seven orifices was being frantically extracted!
Voldemort's head shot up! His eyes shrank in pain and at the sight! The soul connection tore even more fiercely, and a tsunami of pain and panic overwhelmed him!
No! Contractual symbiosis! He dies and I create!
Instinct overwhelms humiliating calculations!
"Get out of here!!!" The beast roared! Ignoring the cracks in the shackles, the tearing of the soul, and the sluggishness of the magic power, he stepped forward with his left foot again!
"BOOM!!" The cracks in the shackles expanded! A cold light flickered wildly! Chaotic dark magic burst through the seal and surged out along the wand!
"Avada Kedavra!" A weakened version of the dark green Kedavra curse shot towards the ecstatic and greedy Dippet behind the pillar!
The ancient stone tablet inscribed with protective runes in Dippet's hand lit up! Blocking the Killing Curse!
"Puff!" Voldemort's power backfired! Dark red blood mixed with internal organs spurted out! Like a giant hammer smashing into a cold wall! The crack in the left ankle cuff spread to one-third of the area, and a silver-gray light like blood oozed out!
The Soul Binding Formation's suction didn't stop! Abu's soul mist was mostly pulled out! He twisted in pain in a pale silver-green light!
The moment Abu's soul was peeled off!
"Buzz!!" Deep within the blood-stained chest, a cold, destructive, icy-blue torrent mingled with the dagger fragments, and the trapped beast erupted! It surged towards the only thing it could control—the left hand that supported the ground!
Abu's gray-blue pupils blurred, and a pure silver light suddenly shone!
“Ugh—!!!” An inhuman roar! His blood-stained left hand seemed to be pulled, and with a desperate determination, it plunged into the core magic pattern of the dark green soul-binding formation beneath his feet!
"Sizzle!" The sound of strong acid corroding ice! The flesh on the palm of the hand melted! Bones were exposed! A thick, piercingly cold, and highly toxic deep purple liquid flowed from between the fingers! (Ice Blue Blood + Dagger Dark Transformation)
Deep purple blood raged like a venomous snake, surging with demonic patterns! Dark green fire extinguished instantly upon encountering its nemesis! Ancient demonic patterns corroded and disintegrated! The light of the magic circle flickered wildly like a broken lamp!
"No! My formation!" Dippet screamed in horror!
"BOOM!!" A magical explosion! The purple blood of the Soul Binding Formation pierced through it, and it exploded with a bang! Turbulence swept through the courtyard! Gravel and dust!
Abu was blown away by the blast! The soul-light mist fish swarm retracted into their shells! He fell heavily into the distance, his left arm showing white bones and dripping dark purple blood, barely alive.
Voldemort leaned against the wall, panting heavily, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. Looking at Abu lying on the ground in the distance, his bones covered in purple blood, his eyes were filled with shock and fear... a trace of unnoticed trembling.
The left ankle is covered with cracked rose stone shackles, shaken by the explosion -
“Crack.”
The new crack is like a lightning of despair, running through the central nebula of the rose stone!
The smoke and dust slowly settled.
Dippet slumped, the flagstone shattered, his withered hand scorched and smoking (backlash), his face etched with pain and resentment. Officer B Auror collapsed to the ground in disarray.
Voldemort struggled to his feet, dragging his shackled leg and injured leg as he staggered towards the fallen Abu. With every step, he felt a sharp pain tearing through his soul and his magic surged out of control.
Abu lay on his side on the cold ground, his gray-blue eyes half-lidded, reflecting Voldemort's approaching figure. His skeletal left hand drooped, stained with deep purple blood. The brand on his chest faded.
As Voldemort approached, Abu raised his bloodstained lips with a very weak and difficult lift.
The cracks on Voldemort's ankles reflected in his dilated pupils, the shackles flickered, and the sound of broken breaths drifted into the air.
"Look... Your Excellency..."
"...your 'defense'...seems...not...very...strong..."
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