[HP] The Last Demon King

"You are too confident! Even Dumbledore can't kill me. You go to pick up the wand of my defeated opponent and think you can deal with me? Since you don't have Slytherin blood in you, then you are more suitable to be a defeated Careful items, you can use these few seconds to think about whether you want to be a ring or a snake?"

Voldemort stared at Eridings fiercely with eyes that were scarlet with anger, and he cast another spell at Eridings. On the ground, a pile of raging flames burst into flames.

A spell was shot at Voldemort, who also disappeared, and Eridins' spell cut a gash in the ground.

Known in the European magic world to be able to use Apparition to accurately move very short distances, no more than one wizard has used it in actual combat, and now two of them are engaged in a life-and-death duel on an unknown mountain.

Two black shadows that were hard to catch with the naked eye kept flashing and disappearing, only the magic spells of various colors were flying fiercely in the air, the huge magic power emitted by the two even bent the trees, and made the fearless and wild grass crawl on the ground. The ground trembled.

"Is that all you can do, Eridins? Besides the magic you stole from me, do you have anything to surprise me about, your own?"

The figures of Voldemort and Eridins finally emerged. Due to the continuous use of Apparition, their breaths were a little short. In this contact battle, no one could do anything to stop the other. The robes on both of them were a little scratched, but No one was seriously injured.

The worst scenario Eridins expected happened. Her spells were self-evident, but as long as the killing spells shot at Voldemort were likely to be missed, the remaining one or two in the right direction would be missed. Unsuspectingly annihilated by Voldemort with the same death curse.

The power of prophecy is protecting him.

"I thought the assassination a month ago surprised you enough," said Eridins.

"So you arranged that little bug? It doesn't matter! None of you can do anything to me, you will die at my hands soon!"

"When will you be less arrogant, Riddle?"

Voldemort's eyes widened, and the scarlet pupils in his eye sockets suddenly shrank back in shock and anger. Nothing Eridins did tonight made him react so strongly to this sentence.

Three red lights shot out from Voldemort's wand in succession. Eridins dodged two of them, and the last one hit her wrist. The hand fell limply, and the wand fell to the ground.

Eridins immediately bent down and grabbed the wand with her other good hand. When her left hand was about to touch the wand, Eridens suddenly dropped the wand and rolled aside, a green light hit the grass next to the wand , that piece of weeds and land quickly turned black and full of lifelessness.

"I must admit that you have a good idea of ​​how to find death quickly."

Aritins tried to get her wand, but failed, as Voldemort raised it: "Cruciate!"

Looking at Eridins, who was curled up with her fingers dug into the ground, Voldemort showed cruel pleasure, "Look, this is what happens when you betray me."

Aridins lifted her head in agony, and gave Voldemort a wry, defiant smile.

Voldemort didn't dare to kill her because of his taboo, he might reclaim his soul piece later or turn her into some kind of ring or snake as he said, but right now, he dared not kill her.

"You have been...wrong from the very beginning...splitting your soul...it simply...cannot allow you to defeat...death..."

"What a big joke—you, a brat, who learned black magic from me, now come to accuse me of my understanding of black magic?"

"I... am not Mao... the head bastard..." Eridins opened her mouth like a fish deprived of oxygen, but she could only make a weak sound that was not much better than hissing, "I let... Someone who even Voldemort is afraid of..." She leaned on the ground with one hand, and there were two difficult and weird laughter from her throat, like jagged wood rubbing against each other.

"You said that I—the greatest wizard of this century—the great Voldemort is afraid of you? Afraid of you?!" Voldemort's pale and stiff face quickly turned red, and he was probably the only one who was angry or simply irritated. Only then did I know.

The Cruciatus ceased, and Aridins was able to catch her breath to relax her cramping muscles.

"...I don't have a wand, and I have bare hands... The great Lord Voldemort still dare not approach me, only dare to wave his wand in the distance..." Eridins raised her eyelids, only one corner of her mouth was pulled up in a smile, clearly She was the weak one, but her contemptuous gaze and provocative smile made Voldemort feel that he was the one lying on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, Voldemort was in front of Eridens. He stepped on Eridens's injured wrist and rolled it hard, with a terrible gloomy expression on his face, licking his stiff face with anger, Then came out from the red eyes, "...the ring and the snake seem to be too flattering on you, it seems that you just want to be a toad covered in sores."

"...five years ago...the soul piece you lived in the notebook came into contact with Harry Potter in the Chamber of Secrets..." Eridins continued on her own, but Voldemort didn't move immediately, his wand tilted Pointing at the ground, he listened to her with an expression ready to refute and laugh.

"It was towards the end of second grade... your soul piece told Potter he'd always wanted to meet the famous 'undead boy' and have a chat with him... how a fragile baby beat the greatest ever wizard……"

Voldemort's expression gradually changed, his easy-going attitude became tense, and a pair of scarlet eyes seemed to shoot real lasers.

"Your soul piece didn't know that the main body and Potter had met a year ago... Do you know what this means?" Eridins smiled, and on her glamorous beauty, there was a flash of light with Voldemort. Comparable malice, this malice makes her more dazzling, every pore exudes taboo charm.

"Each of your soul slices only retains the memory before being separated from the main body... You have done so much, even splitting your soul, but you still can't conquer death... After you die, your soul slice will be resurrected, but So what... those soul slices that don't retain your memory at this moment, can they really be counted as you?"

"Everyone?" Voldemort's calm face was boiling with rage, and he put almost all his weight on the foot that was on Eredine's wrist, and Eredine could no longer feel the pain of that hand Pain, "How much do you really know?"

"Thanks to the fact that you have placed a piece of soul in my body, I am probably the person in the world who understands you best besides yourself—" Erin Tingsi looked straight at Voldemort fearlessly, as he was getting more and more Counting to him with a more terrifying expression, "In addition to the destroyed notebook, Gaunt's ring, and Slytherin's locket, Hufflepuff gold cup, Ravenclaw crown, Nagini, I - I have a Horcrux that even you don't know about."

Eridens gave too much information at once, and Voldemort's fury seemed to have consumed all the oxygen in his chest. The wand was hanging down without realizing it.

"The ring has been destroyed—?"

"You think that no one in this world will know your secret, and those who know your secret will not be able to find the Horcrux, and those who can find it will not be able to pass through the obstacles you set up, and those who can pass will not be able to guess that you have eight horcruxes. ——You're too arrogant, Riddle...that's why you've failed so badly."

"..." Voldemort squinted his eyes and looked down at Eridins condescendingly. Now, all the anger he showed was suppressed, but the sense of danger in him had accumulated to its peak. Voldemort slowly, as if Grinding between his teeth, he said: "I changed my mind... I will take back my soul piece, and then slowly torture you... You don't have to worry about your life, I promise you will not die... I will not Don't save you, I promise... your greatest desire for the rest of your life is death."

"I just told you, Riddle, don't be so arrogant... Do you think I really wasted so much time just wanting to chat with you?"

Aritins was trampled under Voldemort's feet, and the hand that should have been injured and unable to move suddenly grabbed Voldemort's ankle strongly.

Countless lightning flashed out from her palm, and Voldemort's face changed drastically. He instinctively wanted to retreat but it was too late. The lightning exploded and eroded his whole body in an instant. The wand in Voldemort's hand fell from the crackling lightning and landed on the ground. Eridins' palm.

Slowly gathering her fingers, Eridins held her own wand, and a smile slowly appeared on her face.

"Trying to hurt me with my wand? Who gave you the confidence?"

In Voldemort's astonished eyes, which began to overflow with panic, Eridins raised her wand, "No! You can't hurt me!" Voldemort's ashen face was mixed with fear, "Apparition! Apparation! The wand is flying !" He chanted spells desperately, but none of them worked, "What did you do to me?!"

"It's an honor, you are the first to enjoy this spell." Eridins raised her wand very gently, but just after she finished speaking, the yew wand suddenly chopped down sharply, At that moment, the boundless and overwhelming magical power suddenly descended on Voldemort's head, and he screamed, "How dare you—"

"Myriad Gods Arriving!"

Amidst the loud noise that made people wonder if the end of the world was coming early, the invisible white mist erupted around the two of them and filled the entire mountain in an instant. The roar and shock of the earth even spread to half of the UK. , The traffic in countless cities was paralyzed, and the streets were full of panicked crowds.

When the white mist that permeated an unnamed peak in Wiltshire completely dissipated, only a vast, abyss-like terrible pothole was left in place. Before being named, this 600-meter-high mountain was removed from the completely wiped off the map.

This day is destined to be remembered by history.