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"Dialogue"
'Thoughts'
-Author notes-
Chapter 112: Doomed
When Voldemort reached the highest floor of the cathedral, he pushed open a large wooden door and found himself inside what looked like a storage area.
"Oh… It's you again. Don't you know when it's time to give up?"
Voldemort's eyes shifted to the center of the room, where he found Harry staring back at him.
Behind the boy was a large crystal, almost twice his size.
However, at this point, the crystal seemed to have lost all its luster, becoming gray and dull.
And just as he was about to say something, it began to crumble into dust.
"Yes, you are too late," Harry stated the obvious for him.
The magical circle had already absorbed all the magic from the crystal and become active.
"From here on, the circle will begin feeding on the inhabitants of the city." Harry pointed outside the window. "Can you hear their screams? It has begun already…"
Voldemort did indeed hear the screams but made no comment on it.
"Really? I thought that you, of all people, would appreciate or at least understand what I'm doing," said Harry with a cruel smirk on his face. "Some idiots were so afraid of you that they wouldn't even say your name."
Voldemort frowned. "What I understand is that you have gone too far… I hated muggles, but what you are doing will shatter our society as well."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Does it look like I care about that? You are all going to end up the same...dead."
With a swift flick of his wand, Harry cast three spells in succession.
They were not too potent, but if Voldemort was hit by any of them, it would make things very difficult for him.
A shielding charm was created to block them. "Hmph! You are not as good as you think!" Voldemort went on the offensive and threw a powerful curse at Harry. "Exolvo Horribilis!"
This one twisted his body to avoid the sickly yellow orb.
The curse ended up hitting the stone wall behind him, and it started to dissolve very quickly.
"I'm not done!" Voldemort was confident that his combat skills were superior and that he would not lose in this closed-up space.
He moved his wand towards himself, and some of the liquid from his curse that was stuck to the wall was pulled back.
Harry was caught off guard by the maneuver, and the curse ended up touching his robes, so he had to remove them immediately.
Voldemort narrowed his eyes when he noticed that Harry was carrying two holsters with guns on his sides.
"Tsk… still depending on those muggle weapons? How pathetic."
Instead of getting angry, Harry chuckled. "You wizard folk are the pathetic ones. Thinking that you're all superior, but there is much to learn from those muggles. You see…" Harry's eyes became sharp. "They have become very efficient at killing each other."
Just then, Voldemort heard a metallic noise right behind him.
This was a sound he had not forgotten. The last time he heard it, he died soon after.
"Boom!" The hand grenade exploded, sending sharp pieces of metal everywhere.
However, this time, Voldemort was prepared for such an attack.
A full-body Protego was immediately raised to cover his entire body and shield him from harm.
He then saw the shadowy hand returning to the wall after having dropped the explosive. "I should have expected it… You still have more of those demons."
"Yes, you should have." Harry had pulled one of his guns and fired it at him.
Voldemort blocked the bullets by creating a smaller Protego charm on his left hand so he could keep his wand free. "Useless!" He cast several spells in quick succession.
Disarming Charm, Tripping Jinx, Cutting Hex aimed at his legs, and an Obfuscating Jinx to cover his view.
While Harry was busy dealing with this, Voldemort turned around and used a powerful Lumos charm to illuminate the entire room in a bright light, thus preventing the shadow demons from appearing.
Voldemort spotted almost a dozen of the creatures scrambling to move away from him. "Your tricks no longer work on me." His red eyes met Harry's. "I am the superior wizard!"
Harry didn't seem too preoccupied. "Sure, keep the title. It won't save you anyway." His wand was pointed right above Voldemort.
The former Dark Lord spotted a pitch-black circle manifesting in the air.
Having a bad feeling about this, he rushed to one side, and just a second later, something massive came out of the circle.
The Dregnaut landed on its feet and immediately went on the offensive, swinging its weapon at Voldemort.
But this was not all. A dozen imps also emerged from the circle before this one closed off.
"Damn you!" Voldemort was becoming increasingly frustrated. With the help of the demons, it was going to be challenging to get a clean shot at Harry.
And this one didn't even seem interested in dueling. In fact, Voldemort got the impression that Harry was merely wasting time.
'The ritual!' he realized. Just as he and Harry were fighting, the magical circle was already killing the population of London.
Their vitality would then be used to continue empowering the magical circle, thus completing the ritual.
The function of the crystal had merely been to kickstart the process, and now it was progressing on its own...and it was not going to stop until it ran out of fuel, which in this case was the seven million humans living in the city.
As he avoided the bite of an imp, Voldemort heard screams coming from below. This tiny distraction would cost him greatly.
"Bang!"
"Urgg!..." Voldemort felt a painful sensation in his leg.
"Got you," the amused voice of Harry was then heard.
Voldemort had been dealing with too many enemies at the same time, allowing Harry to find a hole in his defenses and immediately take advantage of it.
'We lost…' As frustrated as it was to admit it, Voldemort knew that it was the truth. They had failed to stop the magical circle from activating. London was done for, and if they didn't escape soon, they would be done as well.
It didn't matter if his magical skills were superior when his opponent had no qualms about using their superior numbers to overwhelm him.
"Bombarda!" After having made up his mind, Voldemort opted for a quick exit and destroyed the floor.