Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard

Chapter 927: Frontal battle, Voldemort’s scream

Harry, Ron, and Hermione never knew they could run so fast. Harry even felt that he could catch the Golden Snitch with just two legs.

Under the influence of fear, they almost exerted all their potential. In the shortest time, they rolled and crawled around several turns, and the exit was right in front of them.

But at this moment, Harry suddenly thought of another question.

Voldemort is chasing them right now. If he runs out now, wouldn't it mean that they lured Voldemort to Hogwarts?

Damn it!

After thinking of this, Harry turned pale, but he couldn't stop. In just a blink of an eye, the three of them arrived directly under the entrance.

A gust of hot wind blew in from outside, bringing Harry back to his senses.

"Listen to me..." He stopped Ron and said anxiously: "We can't go out, otherwise Voldemort will be brought to Hogwarts!"

In an instant, Ron's face turned pale.

Leading the way for Voldemort?

That alone was enough for Mrs. Weasley to beat him to death ten times.

"Now is not the time to think about that!" Hermione was a little calmer than them. She grabbed Ron and pushed him up, while saying quickly:

"The moment we were discovered by Voldemort, the secret passage leading to Hogwarts was already exposed... And even without this secret passage, wouldn't Voldemort go to Hogwarts?"

"Hurry up, he's coming soon!"

At Hermione's urging, Ron gritted his teeth and crawled out of the hole, followed closely by Hermione.

Seeing someone intruding into his territory, a thick willow stick whipped over him. Harry, who had just climbed out of the hole, couldn't dodge and was whipped away by the willow stick.

Fortunately, as a seeker, he reacted quickly enough and hugged the branch, which prevented him from being thrown out.

"Harry!"

Ron shouted anxiously and was about to press the knot next to him. That was the key to controlling the Whomping Willow. Just poke it and it would stop.

However, as soon as he stretched out his hand, he was stopped.

"Hermione, you..."

"Wait, Harry is not in danger now, wait a minute!" Hermione breathed heavily and stared in the direction of the hole with all her concentration.

Ron didn't ask any more questions, but took the initiative and tried to rescue Harry from the branch.

But the force of the wicker was too great, and the two tried several times without success. In the end, Harry saw the right moment and took the initiative to let go of the wicker when it was close to the ground.

Harry flew out and hit Ron, and the two of them rolled to the open space next to him.

"Hermione!" Harry got up and shouted, "Come here quickly, he's almost out!"

Ron also yelled from the side: "Hurry up, Hermione, what are you still doing there!"

But in the face of the two men's urging, Hermione seemed not to hear it. She didn't respond at all, and didn't even look back.

She bit her lip and stared unblinkingly at the passage.

"Dong dong..."

There seemed to be footsteps coming from the passage, and they were getting closer and closer.

Hermione held her breath, her whole body tense to the extreme, like a taut bowstring.

The footsteps were closer.

At this time, she could even see the two slender scarlet pupils in the dark passage.

Hermione jerked out her wand.

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

It seemed a little too late. When Hermione recited the curse, Voldemort had already stepped out of the passage. The blasting curse at this time had no effect on any sneak attack.

The blasting spell landed on the tree trunk, creating a large crater.

This move also completely angered the Whomping Willow.

Almost all the branches moved, including the thicker main branches, like dozens or hundreds of mad beasts, trying to smash the wizard who hurt it into pieces.

Hermione, who was well prepared, followed Harry's example and hugged one of the branches, dodging the first wave of attacks.

But Voldemort and Snape were not so lucky.

They had just come out of the secret passage and before they had time to take a breath, they saw willow branches flying in the sky and falling towards them crazily.

Snape was knocked away on the spot.

A branch as thick as a bucket hit him hard. Snape felt as if he had been punched hard by a giant. His whole body flew out uncontrollably and hit the ground hard.

With a heartbreaking clicking sound, Snape's legs twisted to both sides in a weird posture, obviously broken.

The heartbreaking pain made Snape turn pale.

He couldn't figure out why he was suddenly knocked away while he was walking.

"Success?"

Seeing Snape's miserable state, Hermione's eyes flashed with surprise.

Everything was as she expected. Even the professor would be injured when facing the sudden attack of the Whomping Willow.

Snape has been injured, and Voldemort may not be much better...

Hermione looked at the entrance to the secret passage with excitement, and then her mood suddenly dropped to the bottom.

Voldemort was still standing there, nothing happened. It was as if the branches he was waving couldn't see him, and they all hit other places.

Voldemort strolled to the open space in front of him and looked at Hermione with admiration. With a slight movement of the Elder Wand in his hand, Hermione floated uncontrollably in front of him.

"It's a really good plan. It's unexpected and very courageous."

He looked Hermione up and down and said coldly: "It's a pity that you are a Mudblood. As a reward, I will kill you with my own hands... You should feel honored to die in the hands of the great Dark Lord!"

As she got closer, Hermione discovered that there seemed to be traces of magic around Voldemort. It was this magic that prevented the Whomping Willow from discovering him.

As for what this magic is specifically, Hermione doesn't know.

She saw Voldemort raising the wand in his hand and trying hard to break free, but it was in vain. It was as if someone had cast a petrifying spell on her and she couldn't even move her fingers.

But just when she was about to die, Voldemort stopped.

His eyes struggled, as if he was thinking of another witch who was also a mudblood.

…Lily Evans.

As a wizard who pursues pure blood, Voldemort despises mudbloods the most. He even feels that those dirty wizards are not worthy of dying under his magic.

But more than ten years ago, he was defeated by the mudblood he despised most. Lily Evans used an unknown protective magic to deflect the death curse, causing him to become like the humblest wandering ghost. Wandering in the gutter corner for more than ten years.

Now he met another mudblood witch, who also caused trouble for people and was related to Harry Potter.

Is it a coincidence?

Voldemort actually knew that it was impossible for all mudblood witches to be like Lily Evans, she was an exception.

But he just subconsciously thought of the other party, and the death curse on the Elder Wand never fell.

This also gives others a chance!

"Expelliarmus!"

"Collapse!"

Two roars came one after the other.

"Let go of Hermione!" Harry clutched his wand and glared at Voldemort, while Ron's face turned red!

Voldemort easily used his wand to deflect the incoming spell, but he also lost control of Hermione.

Hermione seized the opportunity, successfully broke away from the clutches, and ran to Harry and Ron.

Voldemort wasn't annoyed either...or maybe he did this on purpose.

There were too many ways to kill Hermione, she was just a Mudblood, she didn't deserve to be killed by the Elder Wand, and her baby just hadn't had dinner yet.

Voldemort waved his wand lightly, and a huge Dark Mark appeared above his head.

The movement here also attracted the attention of others, and within a short period of time, some Death Eaters gathered.

only…

Voldemort looked at the team of less than a hundred people around him, his face ashen.

Although he had learned about the Death Eaters' defeat from Snape, he did not expect it to be so complete.

How long has it been since then, and only one-tenth of them are left... Even if hundreds of pigs are released, they won't be killed so quickly.

"Are you... kidding?"

"Master!" Barty Crouch Jr. stood at the front, his voice trembling. Of course he knew why Voldemort was angry, but they didn't expect this ending.

"More of us are trapped in traps..." He said bravely: "As long as we can get them out, we will definitely be able to break through Hogwarts!"

Following the direction of Barty Crouch Jr.'s finger, Voldemort saw a huge pillar of fire.

It was really big, almost the same as a Quidditch pitch. The huge burning pillar of fire was even more eye-catching than Hogwarts Castle. He could also detect the Dark Mark inside.

It was obvious that they were all his Death Eaters.

"Ho **** ho...Kyle...very good..." Seeing such a huge fire, Voldemort immediately locked onto the culprit.

There is no need to think about it. The only person in Hogwarts who can control so many powerful fires is Kyle.

It's not that Voldemort looked down upon those professors and the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic, it was that they really couldn't do it.

Controlling the fierce fire is more than ten times more difficult than releasing it. It is almost impossible to control the already formed fierce fire in the same place without spreading.

However, when he was in the Heshidry Islands, he saw Kyle using a similar spell.

Thinking of this, Voldemort subconsciously touched half of his face, and there seemed to be a stinging pain from the burning fire. "You want to trap my Death Eaters like this? What a dream!" Voldemort stretched out his wand.

"Don't even think about it!"

A row of tables, chairs and benches suddenly fell from the sky and hit Voldemort heavily.

Voldemort could only turn his wand and smash all the tables holding two-handed swords and chain maces.

A tabby cat landed in mid-air and turned into Professor McGonagall again, standing in front of the three Harrys, protecting them from behind.

"Dong dong dong..."

The ground was shaking. A giant and a shorter hybrid giant ran from a distance, like two mad elephants.

That was Hagrid and his brother Grawp.

Scrimgeour also came. He had a broken leg, which was temporarily supported by a piece of wood, but the wand in his hand was very stable.

There are also Weasley and his wife, werewolf Lupin, Tonks, and Kingsley are close behind.

Chris glanced at the three Harrys quickly, and then showed a disappointed look, but he didn't say anything, but stood opposite Voldemort as quickly as possible.

"Kyle should be fine..." Chris said in his mind.

Even Voldemort could think that the fire that trapped the Death Eaters was made by Kyle, and Chris could naturally think of it too.

Since Li Huo has not collapsed yet, it means that Kyle's magic is still continuing, so he has nothing to worry about.

"Everyone is here." Voldemort said leisurely, not surprised at all.

Because this is his purpose.

Killing Harry was easy. If he really wanted to, he could easily be killed in the secret passage, and Harry wouldn't even have a chance to escape.

But Voldemort did not do this because he wanted to kill Harry in front of everyone.

He wants to shatter everyone's savior dreams and tell them that they are just unrealistic fantasies... He, the Dark Lord, is invincible!

Now, the audience is already in place, but they seem unwilling to watch his performance quietly.

It's not a hassle, it just requires some necessary preparation.

Voldemort waved his wand.

The ground cracked, and countless dark hands stretched out from the cracks, grabbing the people closest to them.

Scrimgeour was closest to the fissure, and the makeshift piece of wood that served as a prosthetic leg was grasped by one hand and corrupted into a pile of sludge in a matter of seconds.

"Be careful, don't get touched by those ghosts!" he roared and backed away.

Voldemort waved his wand again, and those dark arms began to stretch, like poisonous snakes that became more flexible day by day...

"Crack!"

A tiny voice came from the Elder Wand, so quiet that only Voldemort heard it.

He saw another crack on the Elder Wand, which was so deep that he could already see the dark core inside.

Here it is again…

Voldemort suppressed his anger and did not continue to increase his magic power.

Those dark arms retreated into the cracks again, but the crisis was not resolved.

"Go!" Voldemort said: "Kill them, don't let me down again."

The surrounding Death Eaters immediately rushed out without fear of death. Barty Crouch Jr. took the lead and pointed his wand at the director of the Department of Magical Transportation in the crowd, who was his father.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The fighting resumed, and everyone was concentrating on dealing with the Death Eaters, while pushing Harry all the way back.

They all knew that they were no match for Voldemort, and the only thing they could do was to protect Harry Potter...at least not let him die here.

Harry was squeezed to the end, farther and farther away from Voldemort, until he slammed into someone.

"Potter!"

An extremely familiar voice came from behind, and Harry stiffened. He recognized that it was Snape's voice.

"you…"

Just as he was about to turn around, he was grabbed by a hand, which violently pulled him down.

"Let Harry go!"

Ron and Hermione raised their wands at the same time, but Snape seemed to not see it and still held on to Harry's collar.

He didn't seem to mean to hurt Harry, he just took out a bottle.

"Take this...go...to the principal's office!"

Harry had never seen Snape like this, firm and determined... But why did he let himself go to the Headmaster's Office, and what was he going to take?

But soon, Harry knew.

A silvery-blue color flowed from Snape's ears, something that was neither liquid nor gas, more like solidified wind.

Harry understood what this was, he had seen it before, it was a concrete memory and needed to be used with a pensieve.

But why did Snape give him memories.

"Go to the Headmaster's Office...do what you have to do..." Snape gave Harry a deep look, gritted his teeth, stood up from the ground, and then walked in the other direction.

"Harry..." Hermione and Ron ran over.

"It's strange that he didn't catch you to claim credit from his master." Ron muttered softly.

"I can't figure this out either." Harry frowned slightly.

None of them noticed Snape at the time, and he could have killed them or captured him by surprise.

But Snape did not do this. Instead, he gave him a bottle of memory. Harry was a little confused about what was going on.

"Are you going to the principal's office?" He looked at the bottle in his hand.

But now everyone is fighting Voldemort, how could he leave at this time...

Harry was extremely conflicted. On the one hand, he wanted to figure out what Snape meant so much, and what he said...do what needs to be done.

On the other hand, Harry didn't want to be a deserter, he wanted to fight alongside everyone.

"Harry, the Death Eaters are catching up!"

Hermione's shout made him decide.

Don’t go!

It was impossible for him to choose to believe Snape, his enemy, just because of one word.

What he should really do... at least for now, he should fight alongside the others and kill the rune snake that was the Horcrux.

Strange, where is the snake?

Harry looked around and found no trace of the runes.

It seemed that since they passed through the secret passage and returned to Hogwarts, the rune snake had disappeared.

But Harry didn't think much about it, just thinking that Voldemort had protected it again. As long as they worked together to defeat Voldemort, they would have enough time to find the snake and kill it.

He quickly stuffed the bottle into his pocket, took out his wand, and pointed it at an approaching Death Eater.

"Expelliarmus!"

A wand whirled to the ground and was trampled in pieces in the chaos.

"Oh, Harry, I think the Stunning Charm is more useful than the Disarming Charm in this situation!" Hermione took the time to shout to him.

Harry scratched his hair, "Sorry, I got used to it... passed out!"

Everyone was fighting together, and Voldemort raised his wand again. He already knew the limits of the Elder Wand and was ready to end this farce.

As long as you don't use too powerful a spell, it's so simple.

"Avada...ah!"

No one knew what happened. Voldemort's voice suddenly turned into a shrill scream.

His entire face became distorted, as if he was experiencing great pain...

This sudden situation caused everyone to stop and look at Voldemort in unison.

At this moment, whether it was a Death Eater, an Auror, or a professor or student, the expressions on their faces were all confusion and shock.

What happened to Voldemort?

This is also their common problem.

Harry watched Voldemort lying on the ground from a distance, twitching all over, and couldn't help but think of Lucius and Draco Malfoy, who had just been tortured by him with the Cruciatus Curse.

But this is Voldemort, who can use the Cruciatus Curse on him.

However, before he could think about it, the ground cracked open again, but this time there were no dark arms, but flowing magma.

The magma spreads rapidly, and it does not distinguish between friend and foe.

Everyone, including the Death Eaters, began to retreat quickly.

In the middle of the magma, Voldemort stood up tremblingly, with a ferocious expression, and the hatred in his eyes seemed to have solidified... The pain of his soul being crushed made him realize immediately that his Horcrux had been destroyed. .

And it was the Horcrux closest to him.

"Damn it!"

"Kill you, I will definitely kill you!"

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(End of chapter)