99- The Disappearance of the Killing Curse

    "Space magic is truly amazing, isn''t it?"

    Gryffindor, with his red hair and beard, sincerely marveled at the convenience of space magic as the four of them suddenly appeared in a desolate wilderness.

    What would take ordinary people tens of days to walk, they had accomplished in a single morning.

    "To ordinary people, we must seem no different from the so-called gods," Hufflepuff remarked with a smile.

    "Gods are nothing special either; one sword strike can kill them," Gryffindor scoffed at the notion of "gods," as he always did.

    Unlike Godric and Helga''s leisurely attitudes, Slytherin and Ravenclaw were engrossed in an academic discussion.

    "But using this spell is very uncomfortable; I nearly suffocated midway," Slytherin said. Although he liked snakes more than the others, he did not enjoy crawling through tubes like one.

    "That''s an inherent issue."

    "What if we created a magical item large enough to accommodate several people, and then had someone carry this magical item while using space magic? Would the people inside feel any pressure?"

    "Interesting thought." Ravenclaw fell into contemplation.

    She found Salazar''s idea quite reasonable.

    "Shall we try it?"

    Slytherin and Ravenclaw were both action-oriented, and the next day, they brought a crystal ball to Gryffindor.Nne?w n0vel chapters are published at novelhall.com

    Looking at the seemingly ordinary crystal ball in front of him, Gryffindor frowned. "Can this thing really hold a person?"

    Slytherin beamed brightly. "Precisely because your body is strong enough, we dare to let you try."

    Gryffindor: "..."

    Good news: the crystal ball could indeed hold a person.

    Bad news: it held dead people—living people who entered quickly turned into dead ones.

    "At least it requires fifty percent of Godric''s physical strength to survive in there for a short time."

    "How about trying this improved version?"

    Voldemort knocked down several trees around him, clearing out a patch of ground.

    The surrounding forest and the clearing in the middle reminded him of some unpleasant memories, but he quickly smirked: he was not Quirrell, that useless fool, who couldn''t even handle a little girl.

    "Come out," his deep voice echoed in the room, "it''s time to end this tiresome game."

    Soon, Voldemort''s words were answered—a nightmare and Daphne charged out from the woods together, launching their attack.

    The nightmare darted swiftly around the clearing, occasionally seizing the opportunity to charge at Voldemort with its horn, while Daphne stood at the edge of the forest, continually launching long-range attacks to harass Voldemort, preventing him from focusing solely on the nightmare.

    For a moment, the fight was evenly matched.

    The nightmare took on most of the offensive role and bore the brunt of Voldemort''s attacks. More importantly, the magical flames it carried inflicted significant damage on Voldemort, making him hesitant and restricted in his movements.

    Without the nightmare, there was no way Daphne could hold her own against Voldemort.

    Both sides were locked in a fierce battle, unaware that the ground beneath them was becoming somewhat soft.

    Voldemort grew increasingly agitated: he couldn''t believe he was being held off by a first-year witch and a necro horse. Even though he was in a weakened state, relying on Quirrell''s body, this was an utter humiliation.

    Anger surged through Voldemort, making his attacks more ruthless.

    With a loud bang, his curse hit the nightmare, blasting it away. Seeing the situation turn dire, Daphne prepared to retreat into the forest for cover, but a nearby hanging branch suddenly transformed into a python, wrapping around her and immobilizing her.

    "Avada Kedavra!"

    Voldemort''s face twisted into a sinister smile as he cast the Killing Curse at her.

    In that moment, time seemed to slow down for Daphne. She watched the deadly green curse fly towards her, and a single thought occupied her mind: if she got hit by that curse, she would probably die.

    ''Rhys mentioned that wizards go to an in-between place after death—what would that be like?''

    Daphne closed her eyes, but death didn''t come.

    The Killing Curse vanished abruptly just an inch from her nose, evaporating like morning dew in the sunlight.

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