harleyscars Chapter 493 Teacher
Chapter 493 Teacher
Chapter 493 Teacher
"Müller?"
Loila instinctively called out his name, but as soon as she spoke, she instinctively patted her face.
Am I dreaming?
Why did Müller appear?
Isn't this a replica of a magic circle?
Could it be because—Loila's eyes glanced slightly to her side, and in the faint, soon-to-disappearing silver mist, she saw Muller's figure.
Was it because the mirror reflected him?
Memories generated because of the connection between myself and Voldemort's wand—?
Besides reflecting appearance, can a mirror also reflect memories?
This is just too much—Loila pursed her lips, looked at the person holding the wand, and took a deep breath.
Now is not the time to think about these things, is it?
Voldemort is still around—and it's unknown how much longer Mr. Potter can hold out.
Looking at Harry, who was doing his best to infuse the mirror with magic, Loira turned her gaze to Mueller and then nodded slightly.
"Buzz!"
As if by telepathy or some kind of tacit understanding, Mueller and Loila swung their wands simultaneously, and two spells attacked Voldemort from completely different directions.
Loila studied with Müller for four years at Durmstrang, during which time Müller was not only her classmate, but also her teacher and partner.
He is one of the few people who can work well with Royla, not only because he also has some knowledge of the Silent Spell, but also because he has fought alongside Royla in countless matches.
Faced with the spells coming from two extremely tricky angles, Voldemort gripped his wand tightly and flicked it, turning into a wisp of black mist.
His figure vanished from the spot and then suddenly reappeared in the distance, but as soon as the shadow appeared, two more spells struck.
Not only that, Loila’s staff tip spewed out crimson flames, which transformed into a fire dragon that rolled and swept down from the ground. Muller’s staff tip flipped, creating a gust of wind that helped the flames surge like a tidal wave.
"Damn it—" Voldemort struggled to stay afloat amidst the raging flames, his usually indifferent face now filled with rage.
Damn Barty the Elder—damn Peter the Shorty—damn Sirius Black—damn Dundee—damn Roy—and that damn Mueller—
Those damn guys!
If it were just Royla, Voldemort in his current state should be able to handle her easily, but with the addition of Muller, the situation is completely different.
他们之间可不是简单的1+1=2的逻辑，而是远大于2的，甚至到4或5的差距。
Their coordination was too perfect. Voldemort would just block one spell, and another spell would definitely come from the most tricky position. After dodging these attacks with Apparition, they would definitely use a perfectly coordinated combination of spells.
It allows spells that are otherwise mediocre to instantly unleash power comparable to dark magic.
Voldemort, who was just moments before in complete control, is now in a sorry state, his composed wand swings replaced by hurried parries and dodges.
If—if it weren't for the Horcrux—
Voldemort swung his wand to deflect two Killing Curses, then looked at the two people fighting side by side and almost gritted his teeth.
If I were whole now—if I hadn't foolishly split my soul like before—how could I possibly be suppressed by just two people?
And then there's that damned Harry Potter—Voldemort stared venomously at the boy struggling to stay upright by the mirror, but even gripping his wand tightly, he knew he couldn't get past the snake that was staring intently at him.
This was originally mine—my snake!
Now that things had come to this, Voldemort knew that his plan was going to fail. His dark eyes were fixed on Harry Potter, and then on Royla.
"Hamilton—you just wait," he said viciously. "You won't always be this lucky—"
"Avada Kedavra!" Before he could finish speaking, Muller had already raised his wand and pointed it at him.
The pale green spell came straight at Voldemort, forcing him to swing his wand to deflect it.
"You rude person—"
"Buzz!"
At that moment, Loila also waved her wand, and a similar killing curse swept through the air.
"Bang!"
Voldemort had to deflect the spell again at the last second, and he looked even angrier after being interrupted—he glared at Loila and Mueller with an almost cursing look in his eyes.
He ground his teeth as if he wanted to say something, but then took a deep breath as Muller raised his wand.
"Peter Pettigrew, let's go!" As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his wand and turned into a black mist.
Even if Loila wanted to stop him, it was too late. She hadn't set up any anti-Apparition magic arrays in the maze, and Voldemort was escaping at an unusually fast speed.
Even though Royla immediately waved her wand, the Killing Curse only passed through the fog and did not harm Voldemort.
The black mist swirled in the air like a living thing before heading straight for Peter the Pettigrew.
"Don't even think about escaping!" Sirius Black tried to stop him by flicking his wand, but he was too slow.
Before he could finish his incantation, the black mist had already wrapped around Pettigrew, trying to carry him away.
However, at that moment, Loila and Muller simultaneously raised their wands.
Even though Pettigrew's body was shrouded in black mist, he was still unable to move an inch. Two flying spells were firmly aimed at him, and Voldemort was pulling his body to prevent him from escaping.
Sirius seized the opportunity; instead of using his wand, he charged straight at Peter Pettigrew, knocking his round body to the ground.
His movements temporarily dispersed the black mist and broke the balance. Little Star was pulled like a ball by Loila and Muller and forced to kneel down in front of them.
"You're asking for it!"
Voldemort's voice came from the black mist, but it was just a ridiculous threat; he had no intention of saving his servants whatsoever.
The black mist suddenly dispersed and then vanished into the empty hall in an instant.
ended?
This should really be over, right?
Loila pursed her lips and took a deep breath. She subconsciously felt her legs go weak and she was about to kneel down, but just as her body swayed slightly, Muller, who was standing next to her, tapped his wand and caught her.
"Muller—" Loila murmured, trying to say something as she looked at the person so close to her, but she knew that this was not Muller.
This is just a copy—an imitation of Müller. The real Müller is long dead, isn't he?
He only has Muller's appearance—but—but even so—Roy still really wants to talk to him—
She wanted to tell Muller that she had changed a lot, that she was no longer the person she used to be—herself—
I have made many friends —
But all of this seems destined to remain unanswered—
Muller looked at Loyla quietly. As a clone, he could not speak and seemed to have no emotions. He seemed to have Muller's memories, but not many.
He simply met Loila's gaze, and then—slowly extended his hand.
He gently placed his hand on Loila's shoulder, like a teacher would.
"Muller?" Loila looked at him with a slight tremor, but he had already gradually turned into a faint blue light and disappeared.
Looking at the faint blue light, Loila swayed slightly, as if she were seeing her last meeting with Muller again.
Müller —
It wasn't just the pain in my heart—the physical pain gradually emanated from within, and my vision blurred slightly.
Before she fainted, the last thing Loila saw was Miss Nagini rushing over and calling her name.