Chapter 484 Death of Wormtail

Peter's desire burned like fire. He dreamed of being able to walk freely on the land full of sunshine and owning a magnificent mansion like Travis Manor.

There, the house elves would serve him day and night, and the loyal servants were ready to obey his orders at any time. Every autumn, he could ride his beloved flying broom, fly across the boundless African grasslands, enjoy the excitement of hunting and the fun of playing Quidditch.

In order to realize his wonderful life, now, he must not hesitate to completely and cleanly clear the obstacles on the master's road! There is no room for retreat, only to move forward courageously.

Brave Peter, not afraid of difficulties!

Wormtail's voice was cold and resolute. He ordered all the remaining snake people to go out and prepare to use their lives to complete the most critical part of the ceremony.

The snake people swarmed out, their figures intertwined in the air, layer upon layer, like a living mountain made of snakes. The air was filled with the hissing sounds from their throats and the terrifying sounds of broken bones.

Although they tried their best, they still couldn't break through the powerful spell set by Rogge. Their struggle seemed so helpless and futile.

"Master... Master..." Leh's voice was weak and trembling, and its other two dragon heads slowly opened their eyes.

Six huge nostrils breathed rapidly, like a drowning person suddenly pulled back to the shore, struggling to breathe fresh air. "Master, I... I..."

Rogge waved gently, signaling Leh not to speak, and his eyes revealed a trace of imperceptible concern.

"Have a good rest." His voice was calm and firm, which made Leh feel a little relieved.

Leh lowered his head in pain. His body was no longer under his control. It felt like being trapped in a wooden shell. Its soul seemed to be invaded by countless venomous snakes, biting it frantically inside, bringing unspeakable pain.

It lay on the ground weakly, like the most obedient puppy, staring weakly ahead. Fatigue quickly came, and it slowly closed its heavy eyelids and fell into a coma.

On the other side, Hermione and Ariana finally finished the last stroke of the magic circle. They manipulated the magic carpet and quickly returned to Roger's side.

Hermione asked curiously: "What is the function of this magic circle? Is it used to fill the deep pit in front?"

Roger smiled lightly and replied: "On the contrary, its function is to gather the light and heat of the stars and drill through the bottom."

After that, Roger vibrated his wings and swooped gracefully to the center of the magic circle. He solemnly raised his wand and began to chant: "Under the sky, the stars paint the night; the fire of the stars, the blazing light..."

As his spell gradually sounded, the magic circle on the ground began to emit dazzling light. The lines carved by Hermione seemed to be ignited, flowing with a brilliance like liquid gold.

It was noon in summer, and the scorching sun in the sky was scorching the earth mercilessly. However, with Travis Manor as the center, the sky within a radius of dozens of kilometers began to darken, as if a mysterious existence was about to descend.

The sun's rays seemed to be attracted and imprisoned by an invisible black hole. The whole world lost all its colors in an instant and fell into a cold and silent darkness.

Hermione and Ariana held each other's hands tightly. They could feel the sweat on each other's palms. Everything in front of them became blurred, as if time had stopped at this moment.

Only the huge magic circle on the ground shone brightly in the darkness. The golden light was running slowly and smoothly, like the brightest star in the night sky, bringing a glimmer of hope to this endless darkness.

At the same time, in the underground passage, Peter Pettigrew was also performing a mysterious magic ritual. He chanted the spell quickly, his voice was urgent and firm. His goal was to use the blood of tens of thousands of snake people to form a terrifying blood curse.

"Sacrifice and malice, bloody chains. Death and curse, follow each other like shadows." Wormtail's voice was filled with a slightly crazy excitement. His face suddenly lost its color, and his pupils turned cloudy white. "I use blood as a covenant to sneak the deadly blood poison into the void and penetrate all obstacles..."

In different spaces at the same time, Rogge and Wormtail seemed to be in a competition, reciting spells desperately.

The light of the magic circle became more and more magnificent, and the flowing light patterns shot out countless vertical beams, cutting through the darkness and rushing straight into the sky.

At the last moment of its formation, tens of thousands of snakemen underground exploded one after another. The power of a single snakeman's self-detonation may not be as powerful as the thunderbolt explosion spell, but the power of thousands or tens of thousands of snakemen self-detonating at the same time is enough to shake the whole world.

The patterns of the magic circle were inevitably affected, and the originally uniform and stable beams began to become distorted and messy. Rogge felt the fluctuations of the magic around him, but he took a deep breath, kept calm, and continued to chant spells in a steady and firm tone.

As long as the array pattern is not broken, it can be automatically repaired. The only thing he has to do is to continue chanting the spell and not give the enemy underground any chance to plot.

Suddenly, he felt a strong malice coming from all directions, trying to swallow him up like a tide.

"The blood of the snake people condenses into a soul-devouring blood poison. In the name of the caster, I curse the wizard Roger Travis..." The voice of Wormtail echoed in the air. He had already finished reciting the spell, walked out of the hiding passage, and stepped into the blood pool formed by the flesh and blood of the snake people.

This is a lake of emerald green blood, and the darkness cannot cover its huge poison. Wormtail opened his arms, as if to welcome the soul-devouring blood poison condensed by tens of thousands of snake people.

It is invisible, colorless and tasteless, but it contains the pain and hatred deep in the souls of the snake people. It can go to seek blood and devour the soul without contacting the enemy. No magic can stop its attack, and it is a sure kill within a few feet.

Wormtail smiled triumphantly, and his eyes flashed with the expectation of Roger's death. He even felt that Roger should feel lucky, because this blood poison was originally intended to be used against Dumbledore.

Under the reflection of the golden beam of the magic circle, he stared at Roger in the air with contempt. He was waiting, waiting for the other party to die, and then fall from the sky.

Wormtail's smile was full of coldness and ridicule, as if he had foreseen Rogge's death and his own victory.

He waited and waited, but the pair of silver wings were still flying, and the magic circle on the surface also completed the final ceremony.

Rogge did feel the encirclement of the evil force, and his soul seemed to see colorless and invisible water drops slowly floating towards him.

At that moment, he clearly smelled the smell of death, which was a smell of bitter almonds mixed with the fragrance of cut grass. It flew around Rogge's soul for several circles, and finally, quietly left.

"Why?" Wormtail's face showed a panic and puzzled expression, and his mind quickly replayed the ceremony just now.

The blood poison curse is one of the most terrifying spells in blood magic, and it is also the most useless magic.

Its horror lies in that no matter whether the opponent is a powerful wizard or a heavily guarded king, it can kill the opponent silently. Even a legendary wizard like Merlin could hardly escape the soul-devouring assassination of blood poison.

However, the useless thing about this magic is that it needs to be performed in front of the opponent. First, use the poisonous blood of tens of thousands of creatures to condense the blood pool, and then recite the spell. If it is not a special case, this condition is almost impossible to achieve.

Wormtail thought over and over again, whether it was the number of snakemen required for the blood pool or the recitation of the spell, he did not make any mistakes. According to common sense, Roger should have been killed by blood poison a long time ago. But the reality is that Roger is still flying in the sky, and the magic circle is about to start its mission.

Before he died, he couldn't understand or accept it. Why did his careful layout come to nothing?

"No..." He seemed to be about to howl out, and his expression became tense and stiff. The next second, the whole person lost his breath, but his body was still alive by inertia.

Wormtail died under the backlash of the blood poison spell, because he didn't expect that Roger Travis was not Roger's real name.

Rogge let out a long sigh, his voice full of solemnity and power: "I will use this spell to praise the stars!"

As his words fell, the complex and mysterious magic circle finally started at this moment.

The golden beam under his feet instantly connected to the distant sky, and the whole world seemed to be ignited and suddenly shone brightly. Mysterious lines rose from the ground, as if they were alive, extending upward at an astonishing speed until they disappeared into the clouds.

Finally, the magic circle on the ground quickly disappeared, replaced by its mirror image in the sky.

At this moment, the horror and magnificence of the magic circle reached its peak. The lines formed by the golden streamer were like rivers made of stars, inlaid in the entire sky. The countless beams, like sharp swords, pierced the shackles of darkness and brought new light.

The scorching sun reflected directly through this mirror image, and everything in the deep pit was instantly engulfed by the light and disappeared without a trace. But this is not the full power of the magic circle. The deep pit began to collapse rapidly, and the underground world of the goblins suffered the most violent attack in history.

The golden light shuttled quickly through the underground world at its constant speed. The darkness of tens of millions of years was instantly expelled, and everything was illuminated by light.

This scene was so spectacular and so shocking, as if a miracle had come.

But for the goblins, this seemed to be the end of the world. They fell into panic, running around, at a loss. Their king was even more restless at his workstation, his eyes full of fear and confusion.

"What happened?" It shouted, ordering the tribe to find out the truth.

Suddenly, a terrifying roar came from deep underground, shaking the entire underground world.

The beam of light condensed by the magic circle not only penetrated several layers of the earth, but also sent a powerful energy to the core of the earth. As the magic circle dissipated, the deep pit it left behind seemed like a door to the abyss of hell.

Rogge slowly exhaled. Next time, he didn't want to use the magic circle again. The production was complicated and the spell was long. Although it was powerful enough, it was not long-lasting.

Calculating the time, the whole process of taking effect was less than 3 seconds. The only good thing about this magic circle is that it cleanses thoroughly without leaving any residue.

Hermione came to the edge of the pit carefully, looking at the bottomless darkness with some fear. It seemed that there was a giant beast hidden underground, and thunderous sounds were heard from time to time.

"Rogge, below..." Before she finished her words, a stream of hot air with a sulfur smell sprayed out. The magic carpet instantly lost control and flew away in a spiral

Ariana was quick-witted and grabbed Hermione's hand and jumped off the dangerous magic carpet. Their heartbeats accelerated, and they looked at each other and saw the lingering fear in each other's eyes.

Then, the two of them stared at the black pit that kept rumbling, thinking that a giant beast was rushing out.

But before the monster they imagined rushed out, an orange-red light scattered above the pit, and a strong sulfur smell spread, making their nasal cavity feel dry.

"Don't worry, it's not a monster." Rogge shouted loudly, "It's magma pouring out."

"Many obstacles!" He waved his wand, trying to block the surging magma like he stopped the snake man.

However, the power of nature was so strong that even Rogge's spell could not completely stop it at once. He immediately changed his strategy and used the Divine Edge Shadowless Spell to open the passage left by the goblins on the rock wall.

At this moment, they became the best pressure relief outlet. When the magma was blocked from rising, it poured into the goblins' underground world through the surrounding caves, making them pay for their mistakes.

"Wow, it's so beautiful." Hermione stood at the entrance of the cave on tiptoe, looking at the lava well below, with both fear and curiosity in her voice.

Underground caves and tunnels were quickly filled by the magma. The goblins could have taken measures to block the gushing magma channels, but at this critical moment, their only thought was to escape to the surface and stay away from this sudden disaster. Even their king gave up his heavy work on weekdays and used magic to move to the underground vault of Gringotts, hoping that it would be away from the invasion of magma.

Thank the goblin magic, otherwise the entire goblin race would be hit hard.

Almost all the goblins rushed into the underground vault, and it seemed that they would live and die with their last property.

When the Ministry of Magic learned that Gringotts might be damaged by lava, Amelia did not care about the American wizards' request for help, and led the Aurors to return to Diagon Alley in a hurry.

She knew very well what the safety of Gringotts meant to the British wizarding world. It was the lifeline of countless wizards and the accumulation of thousands of years of history. There must be no mistakes.

The leak of the news made the wizards gather quickly, and they surrounded Gringotts like a swarm of bees. Although the goblins repeatedly assured that the lava had stopped surging and the underground vault was absolutely safe. However, the Ministry of Magic still took a tough attitude and forcibly rushed into the underground vault to ensure that every Nutter and every Sickle was safe.

Damn the Muggles and American wizards, if Gringotts was really destroyed, the British wizarding world would suffer an unimaginable blow. Countless wizards would turn into terrifying mobs on the spot and rush into the Ministry of Magic to tear it down into ruins.

Amelia's name will also be permanently engraved on the pillar of shame in history, becoming the most incompetent and stupid minister in the history of the Ministry of Magic. Such an ending is unacceptable to the minister himself.

As for Muggles and Voldemort...

Haha, they are on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean anyway, and the headache should be the American Magical Congress. Amelia firmly believes that as an independent magic world, the affairs of American wizards should be left to American wizards to solve themselves.

With the large number of Aurors evacuated from New York, Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix were also somewhat alone. They could not use lethal magic to wipe out those snake-men transformed from Muggles.

In addition, they had to guard against the harassment of Dementors. In the end, Dumbledore had to order a retreat and handed New York over to Voldemort and his Death Eaters.

"Master, the Muggles are preparing to nuke New York." Abel Potter half-knelt in front of Voldemort, his voice carrying a hint of nervousness, "They are wearing heavy protective clothing, sitting in steel-made machines, and are surrounding this place."

"Nucleation?" Voldemort sneered, and then flew into the sky. His wand danced in the air, leaving countless phantoms, and spells covered New York City, "This place will be like Hogwarts, only magic and machinery remain the same."

Voldemort's voice was full of confidence and coldness, and he didn't care about the Muggles at all. In fact, he had already regarded this place as his own territory. From New York to the Rocky Mountains, he felt that the world was unprecedentedly vast and there was a lot to do.

"Death Eaters, I give you this city, it will become your eternal paradise." His scarlet snake pupils swept over every Death Eater in front of him, and his eyes flashed with satisfaction.

Even Cedric, the youngest, became a true Death Eater. The Death Eaters let out a series of screams, and couldn't wait to start dividing their own territories and compete for control of the city.

Voldemort looked towards the Atlantic Ocean and realized that his less loyal servant was dead.

This surprised him a little, and he even began to wonder if Wormtail had escaped quietly. But Silverhand would not lie, Peter Pettigrew, the most cowardly Death Eater, was indeed dead.

"Restore it to its original state." Voldemort shook his wand, and the scattered mirror fragments flew quickly. As if time was flowing backwards, the fragments reassembled and restored the mirror to its original appearance.

However, the magic on it had completely disappeared. Voldemort could only try to restore the function of the dragon crystal magic mirror based on the remaining traces.

There was a subtle anxiety on his face, because he needed the magic mirror to promote his ideas and let more oppressed wizards and races join him.