Chapter 271： Giants rise from hell

Shawn originally had a bad enough fight with Grindelwald and Dumbledore, but the truth told him, the worse was always in the next second.

Voldemort apparently used the method he used to parasitize Quirrell to parasitize the wizard in front of him. Sean didn't know how the other party learned about the situation tonight and mixed into the team. He didn't even get the Death Eater's notification.

In other words, Voldemort sneaked in again alone, he took a huge risk, and now, it was probably the harvest time.

This lunatic... Sean gritted his teeth, he held the wand tightly, and uttered the spell without any hesitation.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The dazzling green light blasted away through the flames!

Voldemort whipped the air with an unknown wand, and the green light was deflected and flew to the other side.

In the sound of the explosion, the young wizard's face was contorted, and the face that originally belonged to him was squeezed to one side, showing an extremely painful look, and the other side was Voldemort's crazy and fierce face.

"For a second-year student, it's a good death curse," Voldemort's voice mixed with another person's voice. "So that proves that you really want to kill me?"

"Go away, Voldemort." Sean waved his wand sharply.

"Voldemort? Don't you call me Professor Riddle?" His eyes bulged out of their sockets. "These two immortals really trust you enough to tell you everything?"

The green light shifted, and the explosion set off a rain of mud.

Voldemort didn't care about the scorched earth falling from the sky, he laughed nervously, and walked faster towards Grindelwald.

"Wallup!" He swallowed his laughter, his face contorted and stern, "You got it from me! No, it should be said that you are more evil than me—ha!"

He walked outside the transparent barrier under Dumbledore's cloth, and his voice became more and more frantic: "However, let's taste the main course first."

Grindelwald still fell to the ground, he languidly raised one of the conductors and waved: "Good evening, Tom... Well, I still have a month to settle your salary last year?"

Voldemort was licking his lips excitedly as he clenched his wand in one hand and threw off Sean's Death Charm, and reached straight for the barrier with the other.

"Hey—" The sound of flesh and blood turning into coke irritated Sean's eardrums.

Voldemort's outstretched hand was blocked by the barrier, but he didn't retract it, and put his hand into the barrier so straight and strong.

Obviously, the forcible penetration of the barrier brought him great pain, and the twisted face became more and more ferocious and terrifying, and the two faces squeezed on one face both opened their mouths in pain.

However, the hand still reached in slowly, and the left phalanx with only white bones hanging from the sparks broke through the barrier!

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"Ha—good evening, Mr. Grindelwald." Voldemort pressed his head against the barrier, not minding the burning of his face.

"Voldemort, what do you want, your wand, your piece of remnant soul? I can give it to you." Sean spoke as calmly as possible.

"Shh, Sean," Voldemort's face was half burned, and he looked at Sean with those **** eyes, "what a smart man, I'm just trying to stall for time if I can't solve it - Dumbledore is indeed powerful. , it's hard for me to beat that old man in this look. Ha, so I decided to finish my goal before he came back."

"Do you think I'm crazy? Hahahaha, I'm very awake, I can't be awake anymore." Voldemort laughed in pain and frantic, his entire left hand had completely turned into bone, and he had completely entered the barrier.

"What did you say just now? Mr. Headmaster—by the way, my salary."

"Stop!" Sean's eyes were splitting.

Voldemort laughed and clenched his bones. Grindelwald in the barrier seemed to be pinched by an invisible hand, and his weak body was lifted into the air.

The sound of bone twisting sounded clearly, and Sean could see Grindelwald's body being squeezed.

"A little slow? But just right, let the pain last a little longer, ha--it's for me to enjoy." Voldemort was utterly insane.

Grindelwald was silent, his face was twisted, and his weak but calm pale blue eyes showed a sarcasm.

"I like that look." Voldemort stuck out his long forked tongue, looked at Grindelwald squeezed inside, and rolled his eyes in excitement and pain.

Mori's white pupils were covered with bloodshots, and his tongue licked on the barrier, causing a burst of black smoke to entangle and merge with the black mist emitted by Voldemort.

Black smoke shot straight into the sky, and a huge black demon mark appeared in the sky, and below it was a font composed of green light:

The Death Eaters will descend upon the land, and the Dark Lord has returned.

"Stupid..." Grindelwald's nostrils overflowed with blood, and the bones creaked.

"Are you introducing yourself, Mr. Headmaster?" Voldemort smiled sullenly.

"I told you to let go..." A cold but extremely violent voice sounded.

Half of Voldemort's bones turned slowly, his protruding white eyes strangely returned to their original shape, and then—

"puff!"

One of his eyes exploded into blood!

Only the last scene left in the dark eye sockets was sent to my mind.

In Paris, residents in pajamas and even naked screamed and rushed out of the fire. They shivered and gathered in the center of the fountain square. The water droplets splashed down behind them were not cold, because the flames were burning in the sky.

The little girl in the princess dress and pajamas hugged the doll in her arms tightly. She was not injured, with a little panic and confusion on her face. At this time, she was huddled in the arms of her parents.

"Dad! Mom!" Someone of the same age cried out.

"Come here, come here! Be careful!" An adult called out to the residents who escaped from the fire just now.

"God - God... No, no, this is the Lord punishing us! This is the Lord's will!" Some believers fell on their knees and kept praying.

Of course, more people were looking at the mid-air. I didn't know what was there. The flames of the whole city were rising towards the very center. They were attracted and gathered. Gradually, the flames on the ground had disappeared, and a flame enveloped the whole sky. The flame vortex is slowly taking shape.

"Dad, Mom, is the sun about to fall?" The little girl grabbed her doll unconsciously, the slightly charred doll made a tearing sound, the white wings on its back drooped down, and there were white underarms. The filler is exposed.

"No, no, it's just...just...it will pass, baby." The young couple hugged their child, and they held each other tightly, blocking the view above the little girl.

The girl bowed her head ignorantly, she saw the 'injured' doll, and anxiously released her clasped hands.

She put the doll down and stood crooked on the ground.

"I'm sorry, I hurt you, Michael." The girl apologized to her doll in a milky voice.

It was a birthday present from her parents, a beautiful doll with wings on the back, and she also gave her friend a nice name.

The doll stood crooked, and the little girl reached out, trying to shove in the white stuffing her friend had exposed.

Then, her gaze passed through the doll, and she saw the east of the city lit by flames.

A terrifying giant dripping with lava and taller than the Eiffel Tower slowly stood up.

"Dad, mom..." The little girl was trembling.

"That is, what is that!" The surrounding residents also saw a giant standing up in the east.

"It, it stood up!"

"That's a demon, a demon that got up from hell!"

The crowd, which had finally calmed down a little, exploded completely, and the terrified cries and shrill cries echoed through the vortex of flames in the night sky.

In the center of Furstenberg Square, next to the small fountain, the roots of trees rose from the ground, the branches were woven into an elevator, and wizards with charred robes kept coming out of it.

Wizards in Auror uniforms from the French Ministry of Magic were in command.

"The injured go first! Can you Apparate? Take this person with you."

"Squad 5, go to District 5 to see if there are any injured Muggles and rescue them!"

"Sixth Squad, go to the city center...what? Ask me if I want to disguise?! You idiot, are you going to swallow the flames above my head?!"

"The seventh team, support the west of the city... Do you want to support the sky? Has your brain been licked by a troll? That's what Dumbledore should be concerned about!"

"The Eighth Squad, you..."

A team member grabbed the director of the Auror office who was giving orders: "Director! Director!"

"What! I swear, if you hadn't told me the Eiffel Tower was going to collapse, I would have stuffed your head into the toilet..." The irritable middle-aged wizard turned around and grabbed the collars of the team members.

Then, with his head almost up, the clothes in his hands slowly slipped, and he collapsed on the ground with him.

It was a flame giant as tall as the Eiffel Tower, and the dark power that almost turned into substance was entangled around it. Even at such a distance, everyone present felt the instinctive fear from the bottom of their hearts.

"Merlin's beard..." the head of the Auror's office slumped to the ground muttered, "Paris... it's over..."

The cemetery of Father Lachaise, which has been reduced to scorched earth, has completely turned into a piece of lava, and the towering giant has stood up.

The lava dripped on Voldemort's side, his only remaining eye bulged out hideously, and a perverted smile of extreme excitement suddenly appeared on his twisted and terrifying face.

"Wallup, this is your... talent..."

He shook off Grindelwald in his hand, and the wand in the other hand slid to the ground.

The hands of bone and flesh were raised high, and they were inserted into his stomach with force.

A huge wound appeared on Voldemort's abdomen, and the internal organs fell out, not bloody, replaced by a large mouth filled with mist.

"Come on... come on..." He frantically pulled the wound in his abdomen wider.

The giant Sean's red eyes looked down at the little dot on the ground. He reached out his hand without emotion, the floating Dark Mark was scattered, his palm passed through the dissipating mist, and then he firmly grasped the now inhuman Voldemort.

He saw the big mouth on Voldemort's belly, but Sean had completely lost his mind at this time, and there were endless negative emotions in his eyes.

"Roar—" He raised his head to the sky and let out a terrifying roar that was completely unhuman.

There was a huge earthquake on the ground, and even the vortex of flames over Paris was shaking.

Sean the giant slowly lowered his head and looked directly at Voldemort, whose palms were not humanoid.

At this time, the excitement on Voldemort's face had begun to dissipate, and he even showed a confused look.

"Why...why doesn't it work..."

He seemed to understand, the only remaining eye bulged out terribly, and his mouth opened like a cry.

"It's not silence... it's not silence! There's something else in you! You're a sin—" His voice was caught in his throat.

The giant Sean squeezed Voldemort into a ball of flesh with a slight force.

Then he raised his hand and opened his tongueless mouth, ready to swallow Voldemort.

"Sean!" The voice below made the giant Sean pause.

His huge head slowly descended, and he saw Grindelwald lying on the ground bleeding from his nostrils. The blood-stained face of the other party was blurred, and only the bright blue eyes were filled with anger.

For the first time, Sean the Giant appeared confused. He shook his head, took a staggered step back, and stepped on the small hill behind him into a big pit.

"If you eat that dirty stuff, don't talk to me again." Grindelwald's voice was stern but reassuring.

Giant Sean shook his head painfully, his red left eye slowly fading.

He half-kneeled to the ground covering his huge eyes.

Sean finally regained a little consciousness. He felt like he was floating in lava, but there was only warmth and no pain around him. There seemed to be a voice scolding him in the distance, which made him a little unhappy.

The magma surrounding him boiled violently, and negative emotions such as arrogance, violence, greed, etc. were eating away at his consciousness, but he instinctively didn't want to resist.

Sean the Giant grabbed Voldemort's hand and slowly raised it, and was about to send it into his mouth.

"Shaun-Wallup! I told you, shut up!" The nasty voice got a little closer.

Sean, who was floating, seemed to see a picture, the old man who was also a teacher and a friend stood in front of him.

"Shh." He sealed his mouth with a curse.

"Shut up, Sean, listen to me now." He taught sternly but in detail.

"If you don't know how to flatter you, keep your mouth shut." He scolded with a smile like an old child.

"Shut up, I want to hear him tell me." He fell to the ground stubbornly and weakly.

The normal-sized Sean suddenly opened his eyes. He saw the magma around him, and saw himself floating, and a little rationality returned to consciousness.

"Am I going to be absorbed... I feel like this is my true self..." He thought vaguely.

"I can't break free... It's a strange feeling, it's like the two consciousnesses are my own, and I can control... But, only destruction is my original intention, my real consciousness can't bypass the body's instinct... think Think of a way, think of a way..." Sean tried his best to think with his remaining reason. Click to download this site APP, massive novels, free to read!