Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard

Chapter 929 The battle escalates, Voldemort is injured

quiet…

At this moment, the chaotic battlefield suddenly became quiet. Professor McGonagall and the Death Eaters all put down their wands strangely and looked at the center of the battlefield in unison.

A gust of wind blew by, bringing with it a strong and extremely pungent smell, like the smell of manure coming out of the air again after fermenting in an underground storage room for a week.

"vomit…"

Every wizard present felt a little sick to their stomachs, even Professor Sprout, who was dealing with manure.

But they endured it, especially the Death Eaters. Their mouths were tightly closed, and there was no sign of any discomfort on their faces.

Because this smell came from the head of their great Dark Lord, they had a premonition that if they vomited out at this time, they would definitely die...

As for other people, they may think it is impolite to laugh at this time.

The Dark Lord on the battlefield was also confused. Although he had no nose, it did not mean that he had no sense of smell.

The stench was too aggressive, reaching straight to the Tianling Cap, and it also stimulated his increasingly fragile nerves.

"puff…"

Two uncontrollable laughs came from the crowd.

"Ugh...you big **** egg...you are so powerful!"

"As expected of you, Kyle!"

Fred and George expressed their admiration for Kyle by giving him a thumbs up.

They were really convinced, the kind that fell to the ground.

In the past few decades, there were not many wizards who dared to confront Voldemort... For example, Dumbledore and the professors at Hogwarts, and people from the Order of the Phoenix. Most of them dared to pull out their wands against Voldemort.

However, Kyle was definitely the first person to throw a big dung egg on Voldemort's head.

What's more important is that he succeeded.

Fred and George subconsciously looked in the direction of Voldemort, fixing their eyes on the yellow liquid on his head.

I have to say that this smell is really overpowering. The two of them are already the best wizards at making dung eggs, but they still feel amazing.

This was definitely made by Kyle himself. The main material, stinkweed, seemed to have been stimulated by some unknown magic potion, exuding an even more extreme smell that could not even be blown away by the wind.

The color of the juice left after the explosion also seemed to have been upgraded. Even in the dark night, the dazzling yellow color could not be covered up.

"Yuck!" Fred and George couldn't hold it back and vomited again.

This sound also seemed to light a fuse.

Voldemort exploded and pointed his wand at Kyle like crazy. Green light lingered on the tip of the wand and gradually lengthened.

"Merlin's beard..." Kyle was startled.

Mainly because it was the first time he had seen this special arc-shaped death curse, which was like a semicircle with a diameter of ten feet.

But shouldn't the Death Curse be a single-target magic? This is already considered a group attack, the range has increased by at least hundreds of times!

There is definitely no way to escape this!

Kyle broke into a cold sweat and instinctively shouted: "Fox!"

Almost at the same time, the phoenix on his shoulder suddenly opened its wings and its whole body was ignited with flames.

With a whoosh, the arc-shaped killing curse passed through Kyle's body, splashing a few flames.

At the critical moment, Fox was faster and took Kyle away from the place in time.

But the man behind Kyle wasn't so lucky.

Whether they were Death Eaters, Aurors or strikers, they all fell to the ground like wheat.

Further away, Slughorn looked at the green light that was gradually disappearing in front of him, his legs softened, and he sat down on the ground.

Three inches. The life-killing curse just now was only three inches away from him at most...

If he hadn't taken a sip of the elixir before the battle, he might have been like the people before him.

Slughorn wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and raised his head tremblingly.

In front of him, there were at least thirty wizards lying in a mess, most of them Death Eaters. They seemed to want to go around behind and attack Kyle just now, and then they were all killed in one fell swoop.

"No, it's not safe here!" Slughorn got up from the ground.

Both the elixir and instinct reminded him to run, no matter where he went, but as far away from Kyle and Voldemort as possible.

Slughorn was a person who listened to advice, so he ran towards the castle without any hesitation, while comforting himself in his heart...

Although the battle outside was very important, it was equally urgent to deal with the Death Eaters in the castle. He just changed the place to fight.

On the other side of the battlefield, as soon as Fox appeared on the other side of the field with Kyle, the second arc-shaped Kedavra followed closely behind.

But compared with just now, this time the Death Curse seemed a bit smaller, and the speed was not that exaggerated. Kyle was once again taken away by Fox and disappeared.

The cooperation is quite tacit.

The third time, what was waiting for Kyle turned into a normal death curse.

This time he didn't even need Fox's help, he just hid by himself.

And Kyle also discovered a very critical situation. Voldemort's Elder Wand seemed to be broken...

Well... I can't say it was broken, but even he heard a very clear clicking sound.

Under the light of the fire, Kyle could clearly see that two long cracks had appeared on the Elder Wand out of thin air. Now only one-third of the wand was left to support it. It might be possible to completely remove it with a little force. Break.

Under normal circumstances, this wand must never be used again.

No wonder Voldemort used a normal death curse this time. Kyle guessed that the two cracks were caused when he used a large-scale death curse.

If it were to happen again, the Elder Wand would probably be completely useless, and Voldemort would certainly be reluctant to part with it.

But Kyle is willing...

"The Divine Edge is Shadowless!"

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

"Retreat the enemy three feet!"

…

Various different spells were bombarded at Voldemort one after another. He subconsciously raised his wand and formed a shield in front of him, blocking all of Kyle's spells.

"Click..."

There was another small sound, and the already tattered Elder Wand cracked again, with only about a quarter left.

"Damn it!" Voldemort felt completely bad and grabbed a wand from the ground.

Under Kyle's deliberate control, many Death Eaters were affected by his two death curses. Their wands fell to the ground and could be seen everywhere.

"Restored to the original condition!"

Kyle looked at Voldemort's actions and wanted to laugh a little.

Using an ordinary wand to repair the Elder Wand, it's really a shame that Voldemort came up with it... Oh, Merlin's beard...

Under Kyle's disbelieving gaze, the cracks on the Elder Wand began to slowly close, and it was repaired as before in just a few seconds.

"This is not magic..." Kyle yelled in his heart.

How an ordinary wand can repair the Elder Wand is like a hammer made of tofu that can't knock a nail. This is a fundamental difference.

But…

Kyle looked at Voldemort and suddenly realized something.

Is it because of Voldemort?

Kyle felt confused, but raised his wand again.

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

The two magic spells collided in the air again, and a ball of magic sparks burst out.

"I admit that you are a little clever, but it's over..." Voldemort said coldly: "I will kill you."

"It doesn't matter." Kyle looked at him indifferently, "I just saw that the juice flowed into your mouth, how does it taste?

"Oh, and maybe your followers will be called **** eaters in the future."

There was a hint of schadenfreude in Kyle's voice.

In fact, he did not see the juice from the dung eggs flowing into Voldemort's mouth. Those things did not exist for a few seconds before being cleaned up by Voldemort.

But that doesn't stop him from saying that.

Anyway, there were only two of them around, so who knew whether this was true or not.

Kyle estimated that even Voldemort himself didn't know. The moment the big dung egg exploded, he was stunned. How could he still have the mood to feel where the juice was?

"You...damn it!"

After a brief silence, Voldemort erupted again, and the splashing magic sparks gradually moved towards Kyle.

Kyle raised his other hand out of habit.

But this time Voldemort was well prepared and easily dodged the spikes on the ground. "Do you think the same method can succeed twice?" Voldemort mocked.

"I know it's impossible to succeed, so I just lied to you." Kyle said with a smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, Voldemort saw a flowerpot falling from the sky and landing just in front of him.

The exposed grass blades seemed to be caught by something, and an ugly thing with a human face was pulled out from the basin.

The next second, the thing seemed to realize that it had left the warm and comfortable soil, and opened its mouth suddenly.

"ah!"

The shrill screams of the mandrake roots once covered the entire battlefield. Although it was partially offset by the surrounding explosions and roars, it still caused many wizards with weak endurance to faint on the spot.

Oh, and Voldemort.

The mandrake practically screamed in his face and he didn't even have a place to hide.

The scarlet pupils suddenly shone, and Voldemort also let out a scream of pain. At the same time, the magic spark that was about to hit Kyle was quickly pushed away and hit Voldemort directly.

Unfortunately, Voldemort forcibly disconnected his magic at the critical moment and opened the Iron Armor Curse.

"boom!"

After a violent explosion, Voldemort stood there disgraced and gasping for air.

It could be seen that the hasty armor spell did not completely offset the damage of the blasting spell. He was still injured, and blood dripped down his left hand and fell on the field.

Kyle didn't give Voldemort time to breathe. Before the explosion ended, he threw out more than a dozen pots of mandrake again.

Voldemort waved his wand and turned into a huge fiery snake. The mandrakes were burned to ashes before they could scream.

"Li Huo? I can do it too!" Kyle's eyes lit up.

A huge fire dragon appeared on top of the big snake and started fighting with it.

Sparks flew around the two huge fire creatures, which forced other wizards to move further away again.

After all, it was Li Huo who fell down, and it would be troublesome if he was accidentally affected.

Voldemort looked solemn. Although he already knew that Kyle was difficult to deal with when he was in the Heshidry Islands, it seemed to be more difficult this time.

Moreover, his Horcrux was also destroyed. At such a close distance, the pain of his soul being crushed was extremely clear, which also made him feel extremely irritable.

This can't go on like this!

Voldemort dodged a group of twisted vines, turned into a black mist and floated into the air, and gave orders to all the Death Eaters around him.

"Kill him!"

Barty Crouch Jr. was the first to react. Without any hesitation, he abandoned his father, turned to Kyle and released the killing curse.

Then, other Death Eaters gradually began to respond to Voldemort's call and targeted Kyle.

All kinds of magic seemed to rain down. Although the Death Eaters were soon held back by Professor McGonagall and others, it still had a considerable impact on Kyle.

One of his legs was petrified, and a two-handed sword at least ten feet long cut across and went straight to his head!

Fortunately, at this time, a huge figure suddenly appeared next to Kyle.

The two-handed sword barely cut through the three-headed dog's hard skin and embedded itself into its body. Then it shattered and disappeared...

Kyle also took the opportunity to unlock the petrification spell on his leg.

"Bah, how shameless!" He looked at Voldemort flying in the sky and spat out angrily, "You are still the Dark Lord. It doesn't matter if you can't beat me, a little wizard who is less than twenty years old. Why don't you? Are you embarrassed to call someone?

"You piece of trash!"

Faced with Kyle's ridicule, Voldemort remained unmoved at all.

Or maybe the big dung egg just now had too much stamina, which made him feel surprisingly good now, and he didn't care about Kyle's insults at all.

Voldemort was more concerned about **** him now.

The method just now is very effective. After all, Kyle is less than twenty years old. Although he is very strong, he lacks experience. It is difficult to take care of himself when facing a large number of wizards.

That's easy to say.

Voldemort looked around and couldn't help but frown.

The surrounding Death Eaters were all held back. The moment just now was the limit. Now that Professor McGonagall and others were on guard, it was basically impossible for them to have a chance to target Kyle again.

But that's okay...he has someone else.

Voldemort turned his gaze and looked at the huge pillar of fire not far away. A hint of cruelty gradually appeared in the corner of his mouth, and he said with interest: "Kyle, I admit that you gave me a lot of surprises, but you still have to die because you and Like Potter, he has a weakness, do you want to know what it is?"

Kyle looked at Voldemort in the sky and blinked in confusion, wondering why he suddenly looked like he was sure of victory.

However, out of politeness, Kyle put away the poisonous tentacle in his hand, thought for a moment and said, "Weakness...too kind?"

"Well..." Voldemort let out a strange cry in his throat, as if he wanted to say something, but he suppressed it again.

After a while, he spoke again: "You and Dumbledore are both troubled and restrained by useless things... It's a pity that you should have killed them!"

Voldemort instantly raised his wand and pointed it at the fiery cage where the Death Eaters were trapped not far away.

A ray of orange light flew past, and the fierce fire surrounding the Death Eaters began to extinguish and dissipate quickly, and soon only a thin layer remained.

The Death Eaters trapped inside finally saw the light of day again.

They had been surrounded by Li Huo before and had no idea what happened, let alone why the Li Huo suddenly went out.

"Look, it's the Dark Lord!" Someone was the first to spot Voldemort flying in the air.

Then, the ranks of Death Eaters boiled.

"Hahaha, it's really the Dark Lord!"

"The Dark Lord is here to save us!"

"Oh, kill, I'm going to kill all of you!"

They reveled and roared in celebration of their coming freedom.

Voldemort flew in the air with an expressionless expression. Although he was very dissatisfied that these wastes were caught like this, he just happened to be able to use them now, so he didn't bother to worry about it.

"The great Dark Lord orders you." Voldemort pointed at Kyle, "Kill him, at any cost!"

"Yes, Master!"

"Ouch!"

"Boy, you're dead!"

The Death Eaters looked at Kyle, waiting for Li Huo to completely disappear before rushing out to kill him.

Kyle also seemed to be frightened, standing there motionless, with no intention of stopping Voldemort.

"No, Kyle, run...to the castle!" Professor McGonagall shouted anxiously.

There were too many Death Eaters, and this was an open space, so they couldn't stop them at all.

The only way now is to go back to the castle and take advantage of the narrow terrain of corridors and stairwells to make up for the gap in numbers to the greatest extent.

"Hurry up, don't worry about us!" Chris also shouted.

An Auror even stepped forward to attract Voldemort's attention.

They had just seen that Kyle was the hope of defeating Voldemort. He even almost succeeded. This was something that even Dumbledore failed to do!

"good!"

Kyle didn't waste any time. He turned around and ran towards the castle with all his strength.

But whether it was because he was too panicked or because he didn't know the way, his route was not facing the castle, but rather towards the trapped Death Eaters...

But the battlefield was so chaotic that others didn't notice it.

"You're dreaming!"

It was impossible for Voldemort to just watch Kyle escape. He immediately raised his wand and green light began to condense.

However, this time, before the spell could be formed, the Elder Wand cracked again.

"Click..."

A long crack brought Voldemort back to his senses

Although it was repaired, the Elder Wand seemed to have become more fragile. He had a hunch that if the spell was forcibly used, the Elder Wand would definitely break.

Voldemort's expression was sinister, but he had no other choice but to use an ordinary death curse.

A green light flashed past, and Kyle turned around in time to avoid it.

Then the killing curse continued to move forward, falling impartially on the remaining Li Huo.

The Li Huo, which was about to go out, seemed to be stimulated by something, and suddenly expanded, and then exploded in a burst of distortion!

"boom!"

The violent roar was even louder than the blasting spell just now, and at the same time, there was a fire that shot straight into the sky.

Voldemort turned his head stiffly and looked at everything in front of him in disbelief. Half of the hundreds of Death Eaters died in an instant, and the rest basically had no fighting ability.

Then he seemed to think of something and looked at Kyle suddenly.

At some point, Kyle stopped and looked at him as well.

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(End of chapter)