Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard

Chapter 931 Victory

Normally, when a normal wizard releases a spell, the thickness of the beam is basically fixed... which is about the same as the tip of a wand.

Of course, individual wizards may be more obvious.

For example, Voldemort's Death Curse is obviously thicker than the normal Death Curse, which also means that the power of the curse will be more powerful.

But it's about the same thickness as an arm... To be honest, Kyle has never even heard of it, not to mention seeing it.

This is beyond the scope of normal magic.

Of course, the effects it brings needless to say.

It was just a simple repelling spell that any third-year student could master proficiently, which made the Dark Lord personally feel what it meant to be powerless.

A big hole was punched out of the wall of the Great Hall of Hogwarts by Voldemort.

However, this was not over yet. Voldemort was still pushed, leaving a fifty-foot-long ravine on the outside field before he finally stopped.

However, he also completely changed his appearance. His hands and feet were turned over, his body was dented, and even his face became much flatter. He looked like a Bowtruckle that had been hit by a Bludger for five minutes.

Afterwards, the entire battlefield pressed the pause button because of this sudden scene.

Everyone's eyes fell on Mikel at the door of the auditorium, including Kyle.

He turned his head stiffly, looked at Mikel who fell to the ground due to fatigue, and subconsciously pursed his chapped lips.

He almost forgot about Mikel's special situation.

He was unable to control his own magic power, especially when he first entered the first grade. Mikel successfully put himself into a state of magic overdraft with just a lighting spell, and almost turned into a squib.

For a period of time after that, he only relied on taking magic suppressing potions to barely guarantee that he would not be drained of magic power during class. At the same time, he would also learn how to control magic power from Professor Sprout in his spare time.

Mikel had to study hard to master the innate talents of other wizards, which also directly affected his performance in other areas, such as the practical spell exam.

Mikel's actual performance of magic spells is at the bottom even among Hufflepuffs.

Fortunately, Hogwarts does not have a grade repeating system, otherwise it would be impossible for him to graduate successfully, and he would most likely still be in the third year.

But it is also because of the uncontrollable magic power that Mikel has mastered an ability that no other wizard can do.

He can concentrate all his magic power on a spell, causing its power to undergo earth-shaking changes...

Just like the repel spell just now.

Kyle had no doubt that even Voldemort or Dumbledore in their prime would have to plow ten feet of ground standing there.

"Merlin, luckily Mikel only used the repelling spell." After figuring this out, Kyle felt lucky.

The repelling spell was like that, but if it were replaced by a blasting spell... Kyle shuddered and didn't dare to think about it anymore.

It doesn't matter whether he will be affected or not. If it is really the blasting curse, I'm afraid the entire Hogwarts will have to be rebuilt.

"Damn it, kill that guy!" The furious voice of the Death Eater came from the side, which also made Kyle come back to his senses.

"The Divine Edge is Shadowless!"

He ignored Voldemort who was knocked outside, turned around and pointed his wand in the direction of the auditorium door.

The two Death Eaters who wanted to sneak attack Mikel fell to the ground, blood flowing from the huge wound on their chests.

"Mikel, how are you?" Kyle walked over and asked.

The repelling spell just now also dispersed the fierce fire at the entrance of the auditorium. Mikel lay limply on the ground, barely retaining a little consciousness.

There was nothing he could do about it. Overdrawing his magic power was equivalent to running ten kilometers in one second. It was because of his rich experience that he didn't faint on the spot.

Seeing Kyle coming over, Mikel slowly gave a thumbs up.

"It's really amazing." Kyle said with a smile: "The school should give you a perfect score certificate for the Charms exam. What you did just now, even Dumbledore couldn't do it."

Mikel didn't speak. He had already passed out. Professor McGonagall knocked out a Death Eater and squeezed in from a short distance away.

"Leave him to me!"

Professor McGonagall waved her wand, and a table ran over and carried Mikel off the battlefield.

Only then did Kyle look at the hole in the wall of the auditorium again and look at Voldemort outside.

He looked a little dazed and had not yet recovered from what had just happened.

Perhaps he never dreamed that Hogwarts would hide such a master besides Kyle.

It is no exaggeration to say that he even felt the threat of death just now.

Voldemort simply couldn't believe that just a repelling spell could kill him. The last time he felt this way was when he faced the fierce fire that spanned the entire island in the Hesidian Islands.

But the fierce fire and the repel spell... are like Gryffindor's sword and the butter scraper, they are not on the same level at all.

Voldemort was scared... This time he was really scared.

He was afraid that the other party would strike again, this time with a repelling curse, and what if the next time it was a life-killing curse.

And in his current state, let alone the life-killing curse, he might not be able to catch even another repelling curse.

No, this is a conspiracy!

Dumbledore must have done something before he died, or left a secret weapon against him!

"Damn it!"

Voldemort gritted his teeth and thought. He glanced at the riddled Elder Wand in his hand and wanted to run away.

Another reason for his failure this time was that this wand limited his spells. If they completely controlled the Elder Wand, even if everyone at Hogwarts came together, they would not be able to match him.

Yes, he had to master the Elder Wand first.

Voldemort turned into a ball of black mist again and flew towards the outside of the school.

But Kyle rushed out of the castle at this time.

A fire dragon condensed from fierce fire stood in front of Voldemort, forcing him to stop.

Voldemort looked at Kyle angrily.

Kyle looked back without giving in.

After fighting until now, it was impossible to let Voldemort go no matter what. He had just discovered that the magic that could turn into black mist was troublesome, but it could be ignited by strong fire.

That's easy to say. In addition, Hogwarts prohibits phantom movement. Voldemort wants to escape? impossible!

"Do you think you will win?" Voldemort's scarlet pupils looked at Kyle coldly.

Kyle didn't answer.

Because more and more people have arrived, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Chris...

He definitely can't do it alone, but with so many people together, they can definitely kill Voldemort.

Voldemort's face was gloomy, and the veins in the hand holding the wand were prominent.

"I'm not defeated yet!" His voice was no longer high-pitched and clear, but became hoarse, making a hissing sound like a snake.

Indeed, he has not yet been defeated.

There is still a group of Death Eaters outside Hogwarts. He has summoned them just now. As long as they join the battlefield, they will definitely buy him time to escape.

Voldemort thought to himself, while scolding those losers for their slow movement.

His Dark Mark has been appearing for five minutes, and it hasn't arrived yet... Even a group of Muggles would have been able to walk over by now!

Voldemort tried his best to resist more and more curses, and his movements became slower and slower...

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, he heard footsteps.

"Come together and kill them!" Voldemort gave the order excitedly.

But no one responded to him, and the silence behind him was eerie.

Voldemort couldn't help but turn his head, and then he realized that there was no team of Death Eaters behind him. There was only one person from beginning to end.

A witch.

"You are...Diana Shafique!"

"Oh, Mom?!"

Voldemort and Kyle spoke at the same time.

"It's me." Diana said with a smile, then looked at Voldemort, "If you are waiting for someone...I'm sorry, they may not be able to come."

"You killed them..." Voldemort's expression kept changing.

"No, it's just that there was no one outside when I came." Diana's expression remained unchanged, "I think they might have been tired of it, or they knew you were going to fail, so they ran away."

"Impossible!" Voldemort blurted out.

He could smell the faint smell of blood on Diana at this moment. How could he not meet anyone?

"If you don't believe me, go check it out. There's no one outside anyway." Diana raised her wand and flicked it upward.

The black lake swelled nearby, setting off a thirty-foot-high wave out of thin air and hitting Voldemort.

After Voldemort dodged, the huge wave hit the ground again and quickly condensed into ice. Countless sharp ice picks exploded at the same time, stabbing Voldemort like a frozen thorn flower.

At the same time, the huge fire dragon also appeared above Voldemort's head.

This left him with no place to hide. His shoulders and thighs were pierced at the same time. The blood left a dazzling trace on the ice pick, but it was quickly melted by the fierce fire and disappeared. "End it." Kyle waved his wand again, and the fire dragon swooped down at Voldemort.

"Stone Dunk revives!" Professor McGonagall shouted loudly.

Seven or eight stone statues that had been destroyed stood up again and slashed at Voldemort with the weapons in their hands.

Then came Professor Flitwick, Professor Sprout...

"The wind blade stabs straight!"

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

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"None of you can kill me!" Voldemort roared crazily, "Avada..."

The Elder Wand suddenly erupted into a ball of green sun, and a life-killing curse with a larger range than before was pushed across, disappearing with all the curses flying towards Voldemort.

But the Elder Wand also made a crisp sound, and only one core was left connected to the wand that was disconnected from the middle.

"I want to see how many times you can block it!" Kyle gasped and raised his wand again. Professor McGonagall also stood up with strong support.

However, at this moment, a black shadow suddenly flew past and hit Voldemort directly.

Kyle saw it but couldn't stop it,

Li Huo had disappeared just now, and his consumption was really high. It was difficult to continue standing now, let alone control such a huge Li Huo.

Without the obstruction of Li Huo, and being taken out of the encirclement by the guy who suddenly appeared, Voldemort immediately found an opportunity and turned into a ball of black mist and flew away with the other party.

"Come back, you coward, come back!" Professor McGonagall roared at Voldemort's back.

She couldn't accept it. They were almost victorious, but Voldemort ran away...

"Forget it, Minerva." Diana came over and comforted her: "Voldemort was ready to fight for his life just now. If we continue, we may not be able to kill him completely, but half of the people here will definitely die."

"I don't care!" Professor McGonagall shouted, "I wish I could die with him!"

Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout on the side also agreed. It was obvious that they were sincere. If they could really pull Voldemort to death together, they would never hesitate.

However, Kyle noticed that Diana's words...may not necessarily kill him completely.

Totally...yes, a Horcrux!

Kyle slapped his head.

He had just beaten him a little too high, forgetting that Voldemort still had Horcruxes. With this layer of protection, even if he was burned to ashes by the fierce fire, he would turn into a ball of wandering soul and escape like he did more than ten years ago.

Maybe after more than ten years, he would possess a professor again and come to the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts to secretly drink unicorn blood.

But...he still wanted to kill Voldemort.

Kyle rubbed his numb face.

He wasn't worried at all, or rather wasn't afraid of Voldemort's comeback.

First of all, his loyal Death Eaters have basically been wiped out. Without anyone's help, it is too difficult and basically impossible for Voldemort to resurrect.

First of all, he couldn't find the servant's flesh... Oh, and he couldn't find his father's bones either.

In addition, even if Voldemort really survives the disaster more than ten years later and finds a way to resurrect himself and comes back, Kyle is confident that he can hang him up and beat him...

After all, he can't stand still during this period. Will he be able to deal with Voldemort by then? When the time comes, hang him on the highest tower of the castle.

Therefore, Voldemort's resurrection is just two beatings, which is of little significance.

But letting him run away this time made Kyle furious, and he kept greeting Snape in his heart.

He saw that the person who finally took away Voldemort was Severus Snape. Kyle wanted to ask him if he really regarded him as a Death Eater.

"So, do you also want to watch Professor Minerva McGonagall and the others be killed?"

"Of course not." Kyle raised his head, looked at Diana in front of him, and whispered, "I just feel unwilling."

"There's nothing we can do about it," said Diana.

Kyle sighed, "But Mom, why are you here?"

"Yeah." Chris also ran over, "The Silent People shouldn't be able to participate in this kind of... well, a war that can change the pattern of the magic world, right? Or have you changed the rules?"

"No, it's just that I quit my job." Diana said calmly.

She didn't seem to want to talk about this topic, so she talked to Kyle for a few more words, and then went to find Professor McGonagall.

Kyle also returned to Hogwarts Castle.

When they were confronting Voldemort outside just now, others had already dealt with the Death Eaters in the castle, and everyone was cleaning the battlefield.

Someone had been killed, not just Death Eaters, but students, professors, Aurors.

Kyle saw a small body lying on the cold floor.

Kyle remembers his name being Dennis Creevey, a fifth grader.

Given his age, he definitely couldn't stay in school. He probably sneaked back without telling everyone.

Scrimgeour, the head of the Auror Office, also died, and only half of his body was found.

The expressions of several young wizards who had just grown up were numb, and they could not see the excitement and excitement before the war started, even if they won.

But this is war.

Everyone thought that war was **** and that all it took was courage...until they saw the passage of life with their own eyes.

Then they will soon realize the true meaning of war.

That kind of omnipresent fear will crush, scatter, and crush all your will until you completely lose all fighting spirit and collapse completely.

They were lucky. Most of the Death Eaters were restrained outside the castle, and the professors had enough energy to concentrate on dealing with the enemies in the castle. Otherwise, the scene would have been even more tragic, and they might collapse before the war was over. .

Kyle also saw Lupine. He was seriously injured. His whole body seemed to have withered, became skinny and wrinkled, and looked like a rue that had been dried by the sun.

Judging from the situation, it should be caused by some kind of black magic. Fortunately, today is the full moon. The werewolf's body has given him more vigorous vitality and recovery ability far beyond that of a normal wizard, so he is still alive now.

Tonks looked after him.

On her other side were Dedalus and Hestia, both former members of the Order but not as lucky as Lupin, lying there quietly.

Kyle walked around anxiously. Although it was a bit selfish to think so, he was really glad that he didn't see any familiar people or good friends.

Cedric is still alive, and Ryan and Mikel are lucky enough to escape.

Fred was missing an ear, but he didn't seem to think it was something to be sad about. Instead, he thought they should celebrate it.

Because now everyone can finally distinguish him from George.

"I came up with a great idea." George sat against the wall, not even wanting to move his fingers, but kept talking, "We can design a unicorn prosthetic ear. Trust me, you can wear it when the time comes. The glasses will definitely not fall off.”

"I think the three-headed dog's ears are pretty good, too." Fred discussed with him enthusiastically.

"Or elephant ears." Kyle couldn't help but join them. "You can also use it as a weapon at critical moments."

"That's a good idea." Fred smiled, "I hope you can make it nicer for me. It would be better if it also has the function of retractable ears, otherwise it would be a waste to be so big."

"I'll try my best." Kyle said with a smile, "But don't you consider the original one? Madam Pomfrey should have a way to put it back."

"Well... forget it this time." Fred shrugged and said nonchalantly: "I've always wanted to install a new one."

"Oh, Harry, I'm so glad you're alive." Neville's voice came from around the corner. "Where are you going?"

"Do something, something that must be done." Harry said, "Only in this way can we defeat Voldemort."

"But…"

"Listen, Neville, I want you to help me with something."

"But Voldemort has already..."

"If you see a snake with three heads, be sure to kill it."

"Harry, I want to say..."

As they spoke, they had already turned the corner.

Looking at the busy people in the castle, Harry was suddenly stunned.

What is the situation and why is everyone clearing the battlefield and treating the wounded?

What about the Death Eaters?

What about the omnipresent curse?

"That's what I want to say." Neville finally found a chance, "Voldemort has been driven away, we have won."

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(End of chapter)