However, he finally learned a secret anecdote, the supreme and invincible Elder Wand made him itch.
The manuscript left by Grigovich let him know the origin and whereabouts of the legendary invincible wand.
Since it is invincible, even with the restraint of the magic wand, it must be at the top of all materials. If it is restrained, it must be the restraint of other magic wands.
Otherwise, what is invincible
But now, he got his wish, got his wand, and his greatest enemy died.
Voldemort snorted coldly at this time, and a chill from the bottom of his heart made everyone present tremble unconsciously.
He looked around with a hideous face.
"Found you." He whispered like a snake.
Trelawney, who was hiding behind the crowd, was locked by Voldemort.
He felt that his luck was really good.
The savior's luck should have run out.
It's time for him to turn around.
Now, he could also hear the complete prophecy, and after Harry Potter was dealt with, the entire wizarding world would no longer be able to threaten his existence.
"Come, tell me the complete prophecy, the hateful prophecy that cost me everything."
Voldemort said coaxingly.
Trelawney's eyes suddenly lost their luster, like a puppet she manipulated.
She opened her mouth, speaking in a tone of no emotion.
Echoed in the large empty room.
"He who possesses the power to conquer the Dark Lord comes near. Born in a family who defeated the Dark Lord three times... Born at the end of the seventh month, the Dark Lord marks him as a rival, but he has what the Dark Lord does not understand Energy... one must die at the hand of the other, because both cannot live, only one survives... the one with the power to conquer the Dark Lord will be born at the end of the seventh month...""
The magic of Voldemort's Legilimency penetrated Trelawney's thick glasses easily, and she obeyed numbly.
In a trance, neither Flitwick nor Professor McGonagall could block Voldemort's magic.
Their current thinking is also in an extremely chaotic state.
Even if they came, it didn't work, they couldn't intervene, and Voldemort's sneak attack on Dumbledore was like an antelope's horns, without any trace.
"There seems to be no content." Voldemort laughed wantonly.
Then he squeezed the Elder Wand in his hand.
This is power, this is authority, this is supreme pleasure and satisfaction.
"You are despicable and shameless, the only person you fear is dead, are you proud?"
At this moment, Trelawney's empty eyes suddenly recovered, and she snapped.
Voldemort seemed to have been stabbed in the sore foot. As usual, if he met someone who dared to offend him, he would be lucky, and he might die immediately, otherwise, he would die of endless torture.
But today, he didn't do that.
For some reason, he wanted to keep listening. 33
"So what, the noble man died ugly, and I, who you called despicable, are enjoying the fruits of victory." He laughed in a snake-like voice, and said proudly.
"It's ugly and disgusting." Trelawney said disdainfully, and then fell into a frenzy.
Voldemort frowned. At this time, the woman told him all the prophecies at that time, but he was not as satisfied as he imagined.
"Then let me tell you something." Tenelawyer's voice suddenly fell into a frightening hollow again, her eyes focused on the empty space ahead, as if Dumbledore's ghost was in front of her, fighting with She is talking.
It's not the kind of walking dead that is manipulated by people, but the emotions have reached extreme mutations.
"That prophecy is void."
"Harry Potter, I won't have any contact with you anymore. You are right. He is just a lucky kid, not a savior."
"Your so-called career will reach its peak."
Every time Trelawney said a word, the faces of the people present turned ugly and pale.
Sirius even raised his wand, pointing it at Trelawney, and what she said now sounded like a Death Eater.
"Dumbledore is dead, no one can defeat you." Trelawney screamed loudly, falling into a state of madness, but it made Voldemort feel more uneasy.
His intuition told him that he couldn't let this woman talk anymore
"Except for yourself." The middle-aged woman finally uttered these words slowly.
"Ridiculous!" This nagging old woman who once ruined his hegemony has successfully angered him at this time.
"Avada Kedavra!" He raised his wand resolutely, and a strange green light shot out from the old wand he had seized, straight towards Trelawney.
This woman has no use value until now.
Keeping her alive is just annoying
Voldemort felt a greater surge of power from the wand provided him, a more powerful, violent, mysterious power than his yew wand.
That road symbolizes the curse, and its casting is so handy
Trelawney closed her eyes again at this moment, unconscious, unable to resist.
Of course, there is no way to resist.
Many wizards are so vulnerable to the Unforgivable Curse that if they are not careful, they will die.
At this moment, the brilliant crystal chandelier on the top of the ceiling suddenly fell, and the densely packed crystal blocks suddenly gathered to form a gleaming square shield with sharp edges and corners, which looked like a hideous sharp weapon.
Suddenly blocking Trelawney's front, with a muffled sound, the curse symbolizing death was bounced away, hitting the golden fountain beside it, and the uncontrolled water flow began to erupt, and the room was filled with water mist for a while. Everyone's line of sight is foggy.
"Who interfered with my duel?" Grindelwald asked gloomily.
"It seems to be you, you ruined a fair duel, Voldemort." Grindelwald's figure suddenly appeared in front of Voldemort.
"The pedantic sense of integrity, I can't imagine that Grindelwald, the former devil king who dominated the European continent decades ago, would stick to such rules and regulations."
"It's better to say, should you thank me? I solved the hateful opponent who imprisoned you for decades?"
"Then this wand should be my trophy, or in other words, it should be returned to its original owner." Grindelwald said coldly.
"The supreme wand, of course, is qualified to be owned by capable people." Voldemort said disdainfully, and at the same time he and Grindelwald made a promise.
He doesn't want to fight Grindelwald now, and he needs some time to get used to the new wand.
Powerful doesn't have to be fit, at least temporarily.
"Our goals are similar, why can't we join forces?" Voldemort lobbied.
"Put away your ridiculous tricks." The wand in Grindelwald's hand kept waving, glaring, dim, obscure, and swift, and chaotic rays of light that symbolized the spell flowed from the tip of the wand one after another. shoot out.
Then it was resisted by Voldemort, and disappeared in an instant.
But Voldemort was shocked to find that the wand in his hand began to vibrate disobediently again, resisting his orders.
This was the second time Voldemort had encountered a wand resisting his commands.
For the first time, it can be said that it is the so-called magic wand, because the magic wand is afraid and dare not fight with the opponent.
But now, what he is holding in his hand is the invincible Elder Wand. If we say restraint, it should be restrained by other wands. Why does this happen now.
"You guys are lucky today." Voldemort said coldly, he was not going to fight today.
After hesitating for a few seconds, Voldemort waved his wand lightly, and the whole world became hot immediately, and the room suddenly became a sea of flames, and then the man's entire figure gradually disappeared into the void, disappearing in the flickering flames.