LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 548 Voldemort And The Fire Of Hell
Chapter 548 Voldemort and the Fire of Hell
Germany, Durmstrang.
"Damn it!"
"Why is it never mentioned in the past history?"
"Not only does it have a targeted effect on the soul, but it can also transform the human body, and the life span is almost infinitely extended."
"Hellfire...what the hell is this!"
In the spacious research room, a dark red flame of hell was burning in the air.
Tom Riddle walked back and forth around the hellfire, with words of curse, surprise, and even fear constantly appearing from his mouth.
Definitely, the quill on the side automatically screens out some irrelevant words, leaving behind the master's real research experience on hellfire.
At this moment, the more Tom Riddle studied the fire of hell, the more troublesome he felt, even a little desperate.
He understands the contract, and has a research basis before.
Interruption, concealment, simulation, transfer and other ideas are enough for him to conduct various experiments to find a way to escape from Lockhart.
But the hellfire in front of him is really too difficult to deal with, it is simply parasitic in the depths of his soul, any movement to escape will only make the hellfire start to burn.
That feeling of putting the soul into a grinder, that burning sensation, as if every thought and every ounce of energy in one's soul must be burned as new firewood.
Really unforgettable.
Thinking of that, Tom Riddle couldn't help but tremble, and his face became ugly.
Damn Voldemort, damn bastard, I was almost successful, as long as I get out of Lockhart's control, then the sky will really fly.
Even teaming up with Voldemort against Lockhart without any problems
Well, well, if Tom Riddle is really out of control, I'm afraid the first thing to do is to swallow Voldemort.
Only after swallowing Voldemort can he deal with Lockhart better.
call!
Thoughts floated up, and suddenly, it seemed that he had noticed something, and the hell fire in the depths of his soul began to shake, as if it was warning or notifying some information.
"What happened to the school recently?"
Summoning a house elf at random, Tom Riddle asked directly.
"Master...Master." An elf in tattered clothes frowned and kept thinking, as if recalling all the unusual things.
But in the end, he shook his head and said to Tom Riddle, "No abnormality, master."
Seeing this, Tom Riddle waved his hand again to expel the house elf.
Snapped!
He snapped his fingers lightly, and in an instant, a dark red flame of hell burst out.
A dark red color appeared in the pupils of both eyes, and the firelight shone on Tom Riddle's cloudy and uncertain face.
dangerous?
I have to say that although this hellfire is difficult to get rid of, it is indeed useful.
There was no reason for the warning from hellfire just now.
Thoughts turned, Tom Riddle waved his wand casually.
Whoosh!
Shadows flicker and phantoms travel.
The next moment, Tom Riddle appeared at the tip of Durmstrand Castle.
The sky is blue, but the cold wind hits, and at a glance, large patches of White emerge in front of us.
Thick snow covers castles, meadows, plains.
call! call! call!
The dark Red hellfire emerged, beating constantly.
Tom Riddle closed his eyes silently, fused his mind into the hellfire, and with the help of the power of the hellfire, perceived potential danger.
hum!
The flames of hell were beating wildly, as if they sensed some kind of danger coming, but they didn't know where it came from.
After an unknown amount of time, Tom Riddle slowly opened his eyes and looked into the distance.
Following his line of sight, he could vaguely see a trace of blood mixed with the whiteness in the distance, quietly emerging.
boom!
With a strong wave of the wand, with a bang, an ink-green Firework exploded in the sky.
The intertwined images of skulls and snakes emerged in the sky.
Mark of the Death Eaters!
Immediately afterwards, what seemed to be sensed?
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Around Tom Riddle, on the top of the castle, black shadows appeared in various positions.
Death Eaters from a pure blood family!
"Owner……"
A Death Eater in a black robe asked hesitantly.
He was a little curious about what the master asked them to do.
But before he finished speaking, Tom Riddle slowly raised his arm, and the tip of his wand pointed at the direction where the red mist appeared in the distance.
All the Death Eaters looked in the direction of their wands.
A red imprint appeared on the originally snow-white ground. The imprint was not large, and even looked like a line from a distance.
But all the Death Eaters couldn't help swallowing, their eyes filled with shock.
Most of them are pure-blood necromancers, possessing keen intuition and mastering advanced magic.
With such a strong killing fluctuation, the mighty Red mist came into view.
They didn't escape, it was the master in front of them who was supporting them.
"Let's go, let me meet my old friend!"
Tom Riddle felt a familiar atmosphere from it, with a cold smile on his face, and said indifferently.
The voice fell, the shadow flickered, and the figure of Tom Riddle disappeared.
The rest of the Death Eaters looked at each other, as if they knew who the old friend the other was talking about.
His face froze suddenly, but following Tom Riddle, a Death Eater waved his wand and cast Apparation.
The rest of the Death Eaters followed suit.
At this time, hesitation may mean betrayal.
And the result of betrayal, here, only 'death' can wash away.
Outside the gates of Durmstrang.
More than a month ago, the battlefield of Voldemort, Tom Riddle, and Grindelwald's three-way battle still exists.
On the ground, potholes can be seen faintly, the remaining flames of hell, and dark magic power are enough to disperse the flying snow falling from the sky.
Here, Tom didn't clean up.
It wasn't that he was too lazy to clean up, but he kept this battlefield as a reminder to himself.
In this world, most people are not fools.
No matter how well the preparations were made before, there are even several plans listed.
However, when the interests of the other party are touched, when a person becomes suspicious, it is difficult to calculate.
He had suffered this before, thinking that even if Voldemort knew about it, he would compromise.
After all, Grindelwald and Lockhart, including Dumbledore, are their enemies.
It was unexpected that the other party would directly choose to flip the table.
If he didn't have the fire of hell, he might have been swallowed by the opponent long ago.
In other words, this is the real him, in any state, he never stands still.
call! call! call!
The cold wind howled, the blood red mist was getting closer and closer, and a strong killing breath came from the front.
Tom Riddle watched silently, and the lion figure behind him had a solemn expression on his face.
Palms slightly forward.
next moment……
boom!
The blazing hellfire rushed out, and the bloody mist that swept over suddenly stopped.
(end of this chapter)