Harry Potter Blood Hunter

"Isn't it Voldemort himself?" Regulus's eyes widened, not looking at Voldemort, but turned to look at Browder, "What does this mean?"

Such a snake-like voice, such powerful magic, and the ability to fly without magic, this is not Voldemort's words, who can pretend?

"Although I don't know what kind of magic it is, this person really has only one soul in his body, and his body is full of magic power that doesn't belong to him... It should be a poor creature remotely controlled by Voldemort!" Browder said chuckle.

"Voldemort has died once, and his soul is not a living soul, but a dead soul. How can a soul that has become a dead soul be so easy to become a human again? It is easier to become a demon and a devil."

In Browder's knowledge, there are two kinds of souls.

The first is the soul of the living beings in the material world when they are alive, and this is the living soul. For this kind of soul, Browder's [Light of Another World] has no effect at all.

The only one who can arbitrarily deprive others of the soul is Death.

The second is the soul after the death of the creature, which is the dead soul. For the dead soul, as long as it does not enter the Styx River and the other side of the Yellow Spring, no matter where he hides, even if it is protected by heavy seals, it is only the ration of the [Lamp of Another World].

Of course, if a dead soul is attached to a living person, or is turned into a divine creation by a god, or falls into the abyss and hell to become a demon and a devil, the effect of [Light of Another World] will also be invalidated.

But in these three cases, the soul is still a dead soul.

The dead soul becomes the living soul again. Browder only knows one way, and it is the only one that has succeeded so far.

This method is actually very common, but it is difficult to do it on your own.

That is……

Reincarnated!

In this world, maybe the Philosopher's Stone can do it too? But Browder had never seen the Philosopher's Stone, so he couldn't be sure.

So there is no need to say these words, lest Voldemort really reincarnate and Browder will be blind.

I always felt that if I really told Voldemort, Voldemort really might have done it.

"So Regulus, in fact, as long as we drag him now and don't let him leave, he will collapse soon!" Browder looked at the man who was still covered by the black cloak in front of him.

"Voldemort's dark magic is constantly polluting his body."

"If he hasn't used powerful magic all the time, it may be fine. Although he will still collapse, it's still okay to persist for more than a year. Or completely expel the magic power belonging to Voldemort, and still save a small life of this body."

"But Regulus, you attacked so many times in a row just now, and the magic power he used has exceeded the limit. Now I can still insist that I rely on magic power to forcibly repair the body."

"He will die if he uses too much magic power now, and will be killed by our next attack if he does not use magic power. Do you think it should be him who is anxious?"

"Right! Lord Dark Lord," Browder raised his hand to Voldemort, holding the feet of the dark wizard who was beheaded by him, "these dark wizards are actually backup batteries you prepared, right? It's just you If I hadn't been so arrogant and didn't help them defend just now, then they wouldn't have been defeated by me one by one on the way to their desperate escape."

Browder squatted down and patted Anna's back, "I'm not afraid of a head-to-head confrontation, that's all."

Just throwing it away, the headless corpse was thrown far away, and then Anna immediately sprayed it with a flame, and a coke quickly formed.

Regulus watched from the side, knowing why Browder did this.

Because it is to destroy the magic of Voldemort that may remain in this corpse.

As long as it is burned by the flame containing the magic power of the fire dragon, no matter whether it is there or not, it will be gone.

Suddenly I thought of what Voldemort had extracted from the two corpses that were turned into stone statues before, and the matter of taking back the magic power of the first silver shield... It seems that the Dark Lord really cherishes magic power!

"Dark Lord" should have been an honorific title, but in Browder and Regulus, every time he speaks it, it has a sense of sarcasm.

"Regulus," since everything was said, Voldemort over there didn't continue to pretend, even if it collapsed, it was only this body that collapsed, and it was no problem for him, "I won't introduce this little boy beside you. Brother? There are still wizards in the world who can tame fire dragons? Are there any pure-blood families with such abilities?"

"Sure enough..." Browder said before Regulus, "Lord Dark Lord, this is really a bad problem, no matter what, first ask if it is pure blood."

"I'm pure blood, yes, but are you?"

"Tom Marvolo Riddle..."

During the whistling, a green light swept across Browder's position, and Browder avoided it in advance.

"Look, the second bad problem is that you don't like to hear what others say you don't like to hear." Browder snapped his fingers, "This trick is yours!"

Another flash of lightning flashed, and Voldemort changed his direction.

Nothing more to say, nothing to say.

From the moment Browder directly called out Voldemort's soul, it was directly immortal.

shhhhhh!

boom!

Because neither Browder nor Regulus have the mobility to move in the sky now, the battle is now between Voldemort and the two dragons moving quickly.

If it were a single dragon, its body would be too large, and when it turned around, it would reveal flaws in front of Voldemort who could move at will.

This is also the reason why Browder first went to the Dragon Raising Manor and brought Lightning with him before he came here.

Since we are going to fight, we must block all our weaknesses.

So now the two tacitly coordinated fire dragons, under the leadership of Browder, can keep entangling Voldemort and prevent him from escaping, without being hit by his Arvada.

Regulus, who had recovered some, also acted as a fixed turret with Browder on Anna's back.

Anna's flames are not that fast, and the threat to Voldemort is not high, but Voldemort is also afraid of Avada's life.

Lightning can't be ridden, unless you are willing to experience the static massage that will trigger his entire body when he attacks.

That taste... very sour!

It should be fortunate that there are few people here on the Isle of Man, and the ten-mile radius of Browder's grandfather's residence is full of Muggle Repelling Charms, otherwise such a war would definitely be seen by ordinary Muggles.

The continuous battle, the spirits of both sides were highly tense, and they also caused some damage to each other.

Lightning had to be hit with an eye curse just to avoid Avada's life.

Eye spells are generally most effective against dragons. Because the eyes can't see clearly, they can only be slaughtered by others.

But this kind of pain was tossed by Browder many times when Lightning was very small. Although it is a bad memory, it makes the current eye disease spell hardly affect the lightning.

It hurts when his eyes hurt, but if he doesn't open it when it hurts, he will be stripped of dragon scales, so how could he not open it?

And Anna was almost hit by a blasting spell on the root of the dragon's wings... If it was really hit, one of the wings might be torn directly.

But Voldemort did not expect that in the face of this spell, the red fire dragon suddenly became smaller and hid.

A fire dragon the size of a manor suddenly shrank to the size of a bedroom, and changed back after escaping the spell.

What kind of dragon is this?

If fire dragons had this kind of fighting power, they would definitely not be bred by wizards as ordinary animals.

And Voldemort himself was hit by Browder's cutting spell in order to avoid Regulus's Avada and lightning attacks.

The cloak was cut open and the mask shattered, revealing the face inside.

A handsome middle-aged uncle. It looks like it should be the face of a Slav.

I really don't know.

Probably the hapless one who was controlled by Voldemort in the Romanian forest.

It's miserable.