v2 Chapter 1823： the dream is over (1/2)

Here is her dream!

Therefore, she is the master here.

As long as Hermione thinks, ”Punching Dumbledore and kicking Voldemort” is not an impossible thing, if it is not possible, then she has to end this bad dream, no matter what way, she has had enough of it !

Under the awe-inspiring eyes of the students, she came to the front of the auditorium. Just like before, Dumbledore and Quirrell Voldemort fought fiercely. With Voldemort's help, Quirrell suppressed Dumbledore faintly.

Green lights of the Killing Curse kept shooting out of Voldemort's mouth, part of them hitting Dumbledore, and the other part flying into the crowd. The professors tried frantically to stop it, but the number of students was too large, and everyone was crowded one on top of the other, and every now and then someone was shot to death.

On the floor lay the corpses of many people, lying there silently. For the first time, Hermione felt the fragility of life so clearly. Many of her familiar classmates died like this. It was an extremely bad experience.

Noticing Hermione, Professor McGonagall shouted, ”Get out of here!”

But Hermione was indifferent, she wanted to dominate the dream and end it all.

It seems that she felt the change in her mentality, and the dream began to change again.

Voldemort's shrill laughter grew louder, his strength growing rapidly as the death toll surged.

”Meet death, it will only make me stronger.”

The black mist behind Quirrell's head spread outward, and a large disproportionate pitch-black claws suddenly stretched out, followed by another, and the shadow gradually evolved into a ferocious human figure, like a **** and a demon descended into the world.

That terrifying form suddenly protruded from Quirrell's small head, grew rapidly, and finally transformed into a terrifying shadow monster.

It is somewhat similar to Voldemort and looks more evil.

There were only two scarlet rays of light on the dead-white face, and it looked like it was wearing a suit of armor, with dangerous black spikes growing on it, and the black mist changed and twisted.

The most terrifying thing was Voldemort's two huge palms, which were definitely not human hands, but the claws of beasts, no, not beasts, it was hard for Hermione to describe what those were, Voldemort's palms became very large and pointed. Instead of nails, thorns tend to extend wantonly and look particularly dangerous.

Like a scorpion's tail, Voldemort turned upside down on Quirrell's head, and the two combined to form a new monster.

It shook the dark body and let out a shrill roar. A black light flashed, and several professors who were too late to dodge were knocked away.

Quirrell and the monster on his head launched a frantic attack on Dumbledore at the same time, and the attack method was particularly terrifying. The wand in Quirrell's hand kept shooting all kinds of magic and death spells, and the evil deity Voldemort on his head was waving. Claws, every attack seems to tear the air to shreds.

One after another, black traces remained in the air, unable to dissipate for a long time.

”Die, die, die all!” said Voldemort mournfully. ”I draw strength from death, and your weakness helps me become strong! Give up, surrender, tremble, you ridiculous There is no point in resisting.”

The battle has progressed here, and it has exceeded the scope that ordinary people can understand.

It wasn't magic at all, or rather, wizards and magic that Hermione knew.

She hoped that this was just a dream, and that Voldemort, who was the evil deity in reality, would not be like this. She really couldn't imagine how to defeat such a terrible monster.

Voldemort wielded his huge claws and swept the audience, the professors were quickly defeated, and finally, the two black claws closed together, holding Dumbledore only in it.

They squeezed hard, trying to crush Dumbledore. At the same time, Quirrell's wand cast a sure-know death spell at him.