12dz Chapter 176 The Assassination of Mr. Russell
Chapter 176 The Assassination of Mr. Russell
But Voldemort, who was behind the rostrum, seemed a bit out of shape at the moment, his curled up body began to twitch continuously, as if his body would fall to the ground due to convulsions in the next moment.
Everyone present held their breath again, looking at the twitching thing behind the rostrum.
Some people feel lucky, thinking that the other party has finally received retribution, and the excessive use of black magic finally brought his shameful life to an end. This constant twitching is the omen of the other party's death.
Some people feel fear, thinking that there seems to be something wrong with the other party's body. They know what the other party has done for that body, and now there are not many innocent people for the other party to digest.
If there is really a problem with that body, then the present self will most likely become the nourishment for the other party to recover.
Only Mr. Russell, who had been sitting on the third floor facing the rostrum, kept staring at the twitching body.
The body, which was only half a person tall, was completely curled up together, and the large dress covered the opponent's body, like a piece of rag covering a stone.
The constantly twitching body made Mr. Russell feel very familiar. He should have seen someone in this posture somewhere.
After trying to think about the memory in his mind, Mr. Russell finally remembered that "baby" is a baby staying in the mother's womb.
The other party's current curled up state is like a baby staying in the mother's womb, and the constant twitching of the body is just a herald of the imminent birth of a new life.
After thinking about all this, Mr. Russell stood up suddenly and was about to walk to the rostrum.
When walking through several steps to the bottom of the hall, Barty Crouch Jr. and Fenrir blocked Mr. Russell's way.
The bloody werewolf said slowly in an extremely disdainful tone.
"What do you want to do, now is not the time to meet the master, you should just stay in your seat and look at your aging body."
"I think your meat must be very unpalatable. I can smell the breath of death from you, that incomparably decayed stench."
Facing this werewolf's insult, Mr. Russell looked very calm. He leaned on his T-shaped crutch with both hands, lowered his head and said in a flat tone.
"I just want to see those new weapons now. You killed my old friends with that thing."
"Although I don't have any feelings for him, I also want to see what killed him."
"As you said, I am dying of old age, and you have taken away my wand. Are you still afraid of what I will do? The great Dark Lord is so cautious."
Hearing what the other party said, Barty Crouch Jr. couldn't grasp it. Both of them turned their heads to look at Bella aside. After all, the other party was the person Voldemort trusted most.
At this moment, Bella looked at the twitching body behind the rostrum with an extremely fascinated look, and heard that the old man wanted to see his master, and heard the other party say such disrespectful words.
Bella seemed a little angry, but she, who was always arrogant, didn't think too much at the moment, she just reminded in a bad tone.
"Don't play tricks old man, you have nothing now, offer your eternal loyalty and life to the great Dark Lord."
"I can consider pleading with the great master so that you don't have to participate in the attack on Hogwarts. For the sake of your noble surname, I will give you a way to survive."
Hearing what Bella said, Barty Crouch Jr. and the two of them immediately stepped aside, and Mr. Russell also walked over from the position they gave up, and slowly approached the rostrum.
As Mr. Russell's pace became faster and faster, the Death Eaters present finally discovered the anomaly. At the beginning, Mr. Russell left from the side of Barry Crouch and the other two.
The walking pace is very slow, like an old man walking forward step by step with a cane.
But when Mr. Russell's body was two positions away from Barty Crouch Jr., the opponent's pace suddenly accelerated.
The other party walked towards the rostrum like the wind, almost at the speed of a [-]-meter sprint.
And when he was less than two meters away from the rostrum, Karkaroff, who had been standing by the side to act as air, finally reacted.
The other party quickly took out his wand and shouted loudly at Mr. Russell.
"What do you want to do, step back immediately, and I will warn you again not to go any further!"
"Avada Kedavra Kedavra!"
Karkaroff's warning obviously had no effect, and Bella, who was standing on the other side of the rostrum, was so ruthless that the other party directly fired a killing curse.
When the deathly green light was about to hit Mr. Russell, he was dodged by the opponent's deft movement.
The light of the killing curse flew past Mr. Russell's cheek, and hit the wall beside him. The curse left a small depression on the wall.
However, Mr. Russell did not stop his pace. The other party took a big stride, and moved himself very close to Voldemort's body, only half a meter away.
And until this moment, Karkaroff, who hadn't made any move just now, suddenly grabbed the ankle of Mr. Russell's left foot with his right hand from behind.
Karkaroff, who held Mr. Russell back, thought he had finally stopped the crazy old man, but a bright light passed in front of him.
Accompanied by severe pain, he managed to grab the right hand of the opponent's ankle, but it was cut off by some sharp weapon
And that sharp weapon was falling into the hands of Mr. Russell. It was a very delicate crutch sword. The body of the sword was generally made of fine steel, and the edge was reinforced with magic mithril.
In order to reduce weight, there is a groove in the center of the sword body, and some purple-black paint is painted on it, which should be a highly poisonous potion.
After solving the obstacles behind him, Mr. Russell finally took half a step forward, finally facing Voldemort's body face to face.
Mr. Russell dexterously rotated the cane sword with his hands, grabbed the hilt of the cane sword with both hands, raised it above his head in a penetrating posture, and ruthlessly inserted the sword into the twisted body in front of him.
The force of this sword piercing was very strong, the sword body which was close to fifty centimeters was completely pierced in, leaving only the handle of the crutch sword outside.
Seeing the purple-black potion in the groove of the sword body gradually being absorbed by this body, Mr. Russell breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, Barty Crouch Jr. and the werewolf finally rushed to on the rostrum.
The two kicked Mr. Russell's calf muscles one by one, causing the other to kneel in front of Voldemort's twisted body.
And Bella, who had been under the rostrum, jumped directly on top of that body at a crazier speed, and then cried loudly in an extremely miserable voice.
"No, that's impossible, you shameful traitor."