bioinnovel Chapter 374 The Deadly Flame
Chapter 374 The Deadly Flame
Chapter 374 The Deadly Flame
A scene reminiscent of an apocalyptic movie is unfolding right now in the cemetery of Little Hangleton.
Faced with the overwhelming black rain of fire, Belvina had no choice but to repeatedly raise her wand, the tip of which continuously emitted beams of bright golden light.
It is a universal breaking spell, and it is included in Miranda Goschak's "Standard Spells, Level Two".
The general antidote can stop the effects of most spells, but it has little effect on complex and powerful spells.
Interestingly, besides the incantation "Stop the curse immediately," the universal antidote also has another way of being recited: "End the curse."
The breaking spell that Belvina is using right now is the latter, which is usually cast by multiple wizards together. It also has another extremely domineering name: All Curses End.
If used properly, it can even withstand fierce fire.
Belvina raised both hands together, her right hand holding the wand upwards to create a golden light barrier that turned the raging flames into nothingness; her free left hand protected her chest, dispelling any raging flames that tried to get close from elsewhere.
For a time, Belvina was locked in a stalemate with the raging flames. She could neither stop the flames from burning nor reduce them to ashes.
However, this stalemate was not a long-term solution. Belvina could protect herself from attack, but she could not protect the entire cemetery.
Black fire rained down, setting everything in the cemetery ablaze—the weeds, the graves, the yew trees—
Everything in the cemetery became nourishment for the merciless fire.
Around Voldemort, clusters of pitch-black flames surged like ocean waves, and within these all-consuming black sprays, ferocious beasts were quietly taking shape.
This was only the danger on a magical level, only the mountain-like pressure brought by Voldemort; what was worse was the burning sensation and suffocation caused by the burning.
Under the onslaught of raging black flames, Belvina's full, round lips became dry and cracked, her dark hair curled slightly, and emitted a faint smell of burning.
Belvina calmed herself, gritted her teeth, and the light emanating from the tip of her wand gradually coalesced into a bright golden hemispherical light shield.
A hemispherical golden light curtain enveloped Belvina, not only isolating her from the fierce flames but also continuously expanding outwards, gradually compressing and dispersing the raging fire.
"Belvina Black!" Voldemort's sharp, cold voice rang out. "This is Voldemort's wrath! Can you withstand it?!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Voldemort waved his wand, and the black monsters that had been coiled around him rushed out one after another.
Black salamanders raced across the scorching ground; black chimeras with lion heads and goat bodies roared to the sky; fire dragons and giant birds soared into the air, rising and falling, rising again.
Sharp fangs, fierce claws, and broad wings—fierce fire from hell surged and roared, its raging tongues mercilessly devouring everything, seemingly swallowing even the light.
Soon, the all-consuming fire beast rushed forward, its teeth, claws, and tail constantly pounding against the golden light barrier formed by the dispelling spell.
Scorching waves surged, thick smoke billowed, and the evil flames completely enveloped Belvina. All she could see were black flames, and all she could hear was the roar of the fire.
Amidst the roaring flames that devoured everything, the greedy fire beast relentlessly assaulted the golden light barrier that broke the spell, determined to burn to death anyone who dared to resist the fierce fire.
Under the relentless onslaught of thick smoke and heat waves, the golden light curtain grew thinner and thinner, and the area it could cover became smaller and smaller.
A cruel smile appeared on Voldemort's pale, skeletal face. He could already foresee the scene of Belvina being consumed by flames, and he was about to see it!
Damn Belvina Black!
If it weren't for her, Barty Crouch Jr.'s infiltration would never have been discovered by anyone.
If it weren't for her, Voldemort's grand plan for rebirth wouldn't have been repeatedly thwarted, nor would it have been so rushed.
If it weren't for her, Voldemort could have gotten what he wanted, and Harry Potter would have died silently in Little Hangleton.
Therefore, Belvina Black must die; she must bear the wrath of Voldemort, who will use her flesh and blood as a sacrifice for his flag!
At this moment, Belvina, surrounded by evil black flames, was still struggling to hold on. She disliked the scorching heat and did not want to be engulfed by the flames.
Belvina knew she had to find a way to escape as soon as possible; continuing to entangle with Fiery Blaze would only lead to her death.
Apparition?
That probably won't work; in the instant of Phantom Shift, I'd likely be entangled by the Fiery Blaze.
Once entangled by the Fiery Blaze, the black flames will burn a person to ashes within seconds.
Use water or ice?
There's no need to be afraid; it's simply not going to work. The Fiery Blaze is no ordinary flame.
The Fiery Blaze is a demonic fire, and even if it can be extinguished with water, putting out such a large fire is not an easy task.
Under the suppression of Fiendfire controlled by Voldemort, Belvina tried her best to hold on while racking her brains for a way out.
After much thought, Belvina finally came up with a solution before her long, straight black hair completely turned into big waves.
Since we can't completely extinguish the raging fire, let's stop it from burning.
Although Fiendfire is demonic fire, it is still fire. Even the Fiendfire used by Voldemort needs a flammable material to burn.
The fire has been burning for so long that there is almost no combustible material left in the cemetery. The reason why these fire beasts can continue to exist and continue to besiege and break the curse is entirely due to Voldemort's magic power.
As long as Voldemort is prevented from continuing to use his magic to maintain Fiendfire, the perilous situation of being engulfed in flames will resolve itself.
Thinking of this, Belvina first glanced at the cracked earth beneath her feet, then looked up at the distorted sky.
Belvina had an idea; she decided to give it her all.
If she succeeds, she can not only escape, but also turn the tables on Voldemort.
If we unfortunately fail, it will only result in being burned alive; there can't be a worse outcome than that.
While continuing to support the golden light barrier that was breaking the spell, Belvina slowly raised her right leg, then suddenly lowered it, then raised it again, and lowered it again, repeating this process.
It wasn't that stomping would make her feet numb, nor was it that her sneakers had a dead heel; she was using the soft, cracked ground beneath her feet, hoping to escape to safety.
Voldemort, who was continuously unleashing Fiendfire, did not see Belvina's movements. He only saw the area of the dispelling spell shrinking under the impact of the flames, becoming increasingly difficult to maintain.
Voldemort's pale, skeletal face once again revealed a cruel smile.
Although the initial plan failed, killing Belvina Black was not an unacceptable outcome.
All that's needed now is to reassemble the Death Eaters, and the grand undertaking that has been delayed for thirteen years can continue, and everything will be back on track.
A hint of pleasure flickered in Voldemort's crimson eyes. Amidst the raging black flames, he seemed to already see Dumbledore and Harry Potter being beheaded.
However, Belvina, protected by the Universal Breaking Curse, was already prepared to escape.
She raised her right leg high once more, then stomped it on the ground with force. In an instant, the cracked earth began to shake violently, like surging waves, like ocean waves gathered by a raging storm!
As the earth shook violently, the greedy black fire beast also swayed. The fire lizard, chimera, and fire dragon were all impacted, but the giant bird continued its attack.
Taking this opportunity, Belvina reversed her grip on her wand and plunged it into the ground.
The instant the golden light curtain collapsed, an earthen dragon rose from the ground, carrying Belvina straight into the sky.
The giant black bird flapped its wings in pursuit, its sharp beak spitting out a ball of burning black flames that seemed to have a life of their own as it chased after Belvina.
Belvina's wand remained planted in the ground, and she manipulated the earth dragon to dart and leap through the air. Neither the fire lizards and chimeras, nor the fire dragons and giant birds could touch her in the slightest.
At that moment, Belvina Black seemed like the best pilot in the world.
The dragon knight Belvina swept past the raging flames below, past the colossal beasts writhing in the black fire, and she saw it: Voldemort was manipulating Fiendfire.
It swooped down, the earth dragon swooped down.
The earth dragon, covered in black flames, resembled an eternally burning star.
Voldemort saw the fiercely burning earth dragon and heard the whistling sound of air being torn apart. He raised his wand.
With a deafening roar, the righteous burning earth dragon that had descended from the sky crumbled in mid-air, and a rain of black fire poured down once more.
But this time, without Voldemort's magic to sustain it, and without weeds, yew trees, and withered bones to nourish it, the demonic fire from hell seemed to have lost its vitality.
Although the black flames were still burning, they could no longer devour everything; they would gradually shrink until they disappeared completely.
At that moment, a bright, dazzling green light tore through the flames, and Death's scythe rose high, slashing towards Voldemort's heart.
Voldemort suddenly turned around, and his yew wand also emitted a burst of green light.
Two green lights met, creating a contrast of green and black in the sky, making the Little Hangleton Cemetery seem to be experiencing a magnificent aurora.