bioinnovel Chapter 375 A Narrow Escape
Chapter 375 A Narrow Escape
Chapter 375 A Narrow Escape
Two beams of green light shot out from the acacia wood wand and the yew wood wand, respectively.
On one side is the ruthless Belvina launching a sneak attack, and on the other is Voldemort responding hastily.
However, Voldemort lived up to his name; even in a hasty attack, his Killing Curse was still not at a disadvantage.
The two green lights met in mid-air. The spell did not deflect, nor did it explode during the collision of magic. Instead, it connected with the other.
Killing Curses already cause wands to vibrate violently, and when two Killing Curses are linked together, the vibration intensifies even further, making the wand so vibrate so much that it becomes difficult to hold.
Belvina gripped the wand tightly; the green light was so bright she couldn't open her eyes, and the violent shaking made her feel like her arm was about to break, but Belvina dared not let go.
On the other side, Voldemort's slender, pale fingers gripped his wand tightly, which was also trembling violently, and he dared not let go.
Belvina and Voldemort dared not loosen their grip, for whoever did so would be struck by the Killing Curse and die!
Two wizards, two wands, two spells—they appeared to be locked in a stalemate, but in reality, Voldemort was gradually gaining the upper hand.
Voldemort's black clothes fluttered in the wind, and his scarlet eyes were filled with smugness and cruelty.
He admired Belvina's courage and strength, but despised her foolishness.
Belvina's long hair flew in the wind, and her dark eyes were filled with excitement and ecstasy.
She knew her actions were foolish, and she also knew that her best option was to take advantage of the opportunity to escape.
While running away is shameful, it's also about preserving one's strength, and it's not disgraceful.
Choosing to run away from Voldemort is not even shameful; it's already an achievement to escape from him, so who would care about losing face?
Despite this, Belvina did not run away.
She chose to stay, to fight Voldemort one more time, even if it might cost her her life.
Only in this way can she break free from her own constraints and stand shoulder to shoulder with Dumbledore and Voldemort.
If you're always thinking about how to escape every time you see Voldemort, then what's the point of fighting him? You might as well run far away, to East Asia.
At this moment, a continuous green light connected the two wands with a beam of light, and the shimmering, shifting orb of light slid back and forth along the green beam of light.
The flickering orb of light sometimes slid towards Voldemort on the right, sometimes towards Belvina on the left, but overall it was moving slowly toward Belvina.
The moment the shimmering ball of light slid completely toward Belvina would be the moment she met her end.
"Belvina," Voldemort suddenly spoke, "I know your father and I know your mother, and your behavior has truly shamed them."
Having gained the upper hand, Voldemort chose to attack the enemy's mind, aiming to further tip the scales of victory.
Belvina did not respond, silently changing her grip on the wand from one hand to both.
"Your parents were proponents of pure-blood, as were your brothers and sisters," Voldemort continued. "And you, you went against them, choosing to support Dumbledore, choosing to be a protector of Muggles and Mudbloods."
The psychological warfare continues; Voldemort wants more than just killing Belvina; he wants a complete victory.
Belvina remained unresponsive, her hands gripping the acacia wand, which was trembling more and more violently.
"Poor Walbug and Orion, how heartbroken they would be if they knew your choice!" Voldemort continued, "My poor friends, poor Walbug and Orion."
Unbearable, no need to endure.
"I'm not kidding, but someone like you doesn't deserve to have friends!"
"How could my parents possibly be friends with a filthy half-breed like you!" Belvina exclaimed.
Another minefield party. Few people know Voldemort's true identity, and it's hard for people to associate the once academically excellent student with Voldemort.
However, almost everyone who knows Voldemort's true identity knows about his background and that he is a half-breed.
People like Walbuga and Orion know this, but they don't care at all.
As long as Voldemort is powerful enough, and as long as he is steadfastly against Muggles and Muggle-born individuals, then he is the leader of pure-blood supremacy.
Pure-blood wizards may not care about this for various reasons, but Voldemort himself cared a lot, otherwise he wouldn't have committed such heinous acts as patricide and patricide.
Belvina repeatedly darted around in the minefield, relentlessly striking at this vulnerable spot, infuriating Voldemort to the point of rage, but the crucial point was that he had no way to retaliate.
In terms of bloodline, Salazar Slytherin might have been more noble, but Voldemort had Muggle blood flowing through his veins, and he was named Riddle.
Aside from Voldemort himself, it's hard to find another person with the surname Riddle in the British wizarding world.
In the realm of pure-blood wizards, Belvina can proudly declare: You are all trash, not one of you is even worth a fight.
After all, among the pure-blood wizard families still existing in the world, there are not many that are as pure as Belvina's.
Pureblood wizards like Belvina often suffer from various problems due to inbreeding, ultimately leading to their extinction.
"Why aren't you saying anything?" Belvina said. "Did I touch a sore spot, Mr. Riddle?"
On the blinding green beam of light, the shimmering, shifting orb of light drew two inches closer to Belvina.
"Look at those who claimed to follow you; the moment you got into trouble, they abandoned you," Belvina continued. "Thirteen years have passed, and has any of them come looking for you?"
Voldemort's face was pale, and there was no indication of any change in his expression.
But the murderous intent surging within those scarlet vertical pupils, even if he reduced Belvina to ashes, could not quell Voldemort's hatred.
“No, not a single one!” Belvina continued, deliberately omitting Barty Crouch Jr. “The only one who came to you was Quirrell, that stupid Quirinas Quirrell!”
Mentioning Quirrell only intensified Voldemort's murderous intent.
In 1991, Voldemort possessed Quirrell and attempted to steal the Philosopher's Stone, but it was Belvina who stopped him.
Of course, even without Belvina, Voldemort wouldn't have been able to get the Philosopher's Stone, but he still blamed Belvina for it.
If we were to rank the people Voldemort most wanted to kill, Belvina would definitely be near the top, and could only be ranked after Harry Potter and Dumbledore.
At this moment, the two wands, made of completely different materials, remained tightly connected, the green beam of light became increasingly dazzling, and the shimmering orb of light drew closer and closer to Belvina.
Although Belvina used her eloquence to infuriate Voldemort, she still couldn't bridge the gap in strength between them.
Now, it seems that only two fates await Belvina: one is to die immediately after letting go, and the other is to not let go and die a little while later.
It's all the same death anyway; the only difference is that one is voluntary and the other is passive.
"Sharp-tongued, Belvina," Voldemort sneered.
Belvina gripped her wand tightly, watching the shimmering orb draw closer; it seemed all was over.
In the blinding green light, Belvina suddenly remembered many things, things she had previously forgotten—
She remembered that afternoon when she first woke up in Grimmauld Place, the strange feeling of holding a wand for the first time, the excitement of successfully casting her first spell, and she also remembered her inexplicable Boggart—
Belvina closed her eyes, seemingly accepting her impending death calmly.
Then, Belvina opened her eyes again. How could she easily accept death, even though she had already died once?
In an instant, the scorched earth of the Little Hangleton cemetery was bathed in a burst of green light!
The ball of light, which was about to touch the tip of the acacia staff, suddenly stopped, and the Grim Reaper's blade was only an inch away from Belvina's throat.
But it was this short distance that allowed Belvina to escape death once again and to regain her vitality.
Following the green beam of light, Voldemort on the other side was horrified to see the duck he had just put in his mouth fly away. Voldemort stared at Belvina in disbelief.
Taking advantage of Voldemort's momentary lapse in concentration, the flickering, shifting orb of light was gradually pushed back, away from Belvina.
Although Voldemort quickly recovered and resumed suppressing Belvina's counterattack, this time he could not push the orb of light as easily as before.
Just as Belvina and Voldemort were locked in a stalemate, a giant snake silently slithered across the scorching earth.
At the same time, a clear cry rang out over the cemetery.