Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard

Chapter 944 Voldemort and the Basilisk

Voldemort's strict defense against Snape forced Kyle to temporarily give up his plan to rescue him first and began to deal with Voldemort with all his strength.

For a time, all kinds of magic spells flickered around.

In a two-on-one situation, Voldemort began to gradually fall into a disadvantage, and several times he barely managed to escape Rozier's death curse.

A newly graduated student and a loser who should have quit the magic world a long time ago actually pushed the mighty Dark Lord to such a point that he even had to roll on the ground...

Voldemort's eyes were cold. He felt as if he had returned to the days when he was a wandering spirit more than ten years ago. In order to survive, he could only possess those disgusting reptiles.

It was the most humiliating experience for him, and it remains the same now.

In addition to losing to Kyle and Rozier, another reason that annoyed him was Dumbledore's attitude...

Voldemort could accept being defeated by Dumbledore because this was not the first time. Since more than ten years ago, he had never won against Dumbledore, and Voldemort had long been used to it.

But he couldn't accept being ignored by Dumbledore.

When he saw Dumbledore come back from the dead before, he was really shocked. He once thought that Dumbledore also used a Horcrux.

What followed was fear and panic... because Voldemort knew very well that in his current state, he would definitely not be Dumbledore's opponent.

Even if you want to escape, you will have to pay a high price to succeed.

At that moment Voldemort thought a lot, gritted his teeth and made a strong determination, mentally preparing himself to be a wandering ghost for another few decades.

Until Grindelwald walked out of that tower.

He found that he seemed to be a match that was broken by the little wizard in the Transfiguration class and was thrown aside casually.

Dumbledore never looked at him again, his eyes were fixed on Grindelwald from beginning to end, and even the battle scene imagined by Voldemort did not appear.

Dumbledore had no intention of taking action and just called a random person to deal with him.

This was something Voldemort couldn't stand.

Who is Grindelwald who failed decades ago? He is Dumbledore's destined opponent!

"ah!"

Voldemort let out an angry roar, waved the wand in his hand hard, emitted a dazzling light, and then exploded into pieces with a snap.

The wand that was forcibly taken away by Voldemort was broken, but he also released his own spell.

The hard ground seemed to have turned into a large swamp, swallowing up everything it came into contact with. Stones, fallen leaves, and trees all quickly sank into the ground.

Rozier took the lead to fly up, and didn't care about Kyle at all.

Fortunately, the Firebolt finally became usable again and flew quickly from the ground. Kyle grabbed it in time and reached the air.

"Good luck." Rozier said lightly, sounding a little disappointed.

"You're lucky." Kyle turned over and sat on the broom.

"I was ready to run away at that time. Believe me, even though I don't know flying magic, I can still escape from the range of this spell in a short time... If the firebolt doesn't fly over in time, you will be alone later. Faced with Voldemort."

"Then Ms. Rozier." Kyle raised his eyebrows, "Do you think you are Voldemort's opponent?"

Without waiting for her answer, Kyle said to himself.

"I don't think so. Fortunately, you are still dozens of years older than Voldemort... Tsk..."

Rozier's face darkened, and when he looked at Kyle again, his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"Why, do you still want to hit me?" Kyle looked at her and said unceremoniously:

"Pay attention to your attitude. I'm here to help you. If you know a little bit about etiquette, you should express your gratitude to me instead of looking at me like that."

"This man is your problem in the UK!" Rozier said word for word: "Not ours!"

"Then you mean...he came all the way here not to kill Grindelwald, but to have a picnic, right?" Kyle's voice rose slightly.

He didn't have a good impression of Rozier in the first place. Seeing that Rozier still looked condescending, he said directly and unceremoniously:

"He came to cause trouble for Grindelwald. That's your business. Otherwise, if you leave now, who's stopping you?"

"you…"

"Don't talk nonsense, I didn't stop you." Kyle didn't wait for her to finish speaking, and said again: "Or I can go back to Hogwarts, so as not to hold you back here."

"Do you dare?" Rozier finally found a chance to fight back. "Dumbledore asked you to stay here to deal with him. Do you dare to go back now?"

"I think you made a mistake." Kyle shook his finger. "The reason why I chose to stay here to help you is because I want to kill Voldemort, not because... Dumbledore asked me to stay. "

After that, Kyle really controlled the broom to reach a higher place, pretending to be watching a show.

"Come on, Ms. Rozier."

"Don't worry, if you die, I will definitely help you get revenge."

Rozier's chest heaved violently, and she realized that Kyle was not just talking, but really didn't intend to help. He even took out a bottle of butterbeer.

Does anyone drink butterbeer in the heat of battle?

Rozier felt the veins on her forehead throbbing, but she had no way of thinking about it at this time.

While she was talking to Kyle, the surrounding area of ​​more than ten feet was swallowed up, and then countless slimy, white heads stuck out from the water-like ground. It was roughly estimated that there were hundreds.

Then there are the same number of skeletons.

As soon as these guys appeared, they rushed over in a mighty manner.

"Ha, stupid!" A look of disdain appeared on Rozier's face.

Even if she can detect some kind of special curse on those dead corpses and skeletons, so what, she can fly, no matter how powerful the curse is, there's nothing she can do...

"Oh, damn!"

In Rozier's shocked eyes, Voldemort also turned into a ball of black mist and flew up.

At the same time, there was a skeleton flying high, and a layer of green traces could be faintly seen on the pale bones.

Rozier wasn't sure if it was a death curse, but she didn't dare to bet, so she could only crush the skeleton.

This process was much easier than imagined. The bones of the skeleton were very fragile and fell apart instantly under the influence of the spell.

At the same time, the green light wrapped around it shot out at extremely high speed, heading straight for Rozier.

Fortunately, Rozier had rich experience and escaped in time. At the same time, she was also sure that it was the killing curse.

It was arranged on the skeleton in advance by some special magic, and was used to sneak attack those who destroyed the skeleton.

How insidious. If Rozier hadn't reacted quickly enough, she might have been hit by the killing curse. And...looking at the hundreds of identical skeletons and dead bodies below, and looking ready to jump up, Rozier felt numb all over.

Not to mention that all of these things were equipped with special life-killing spells. Even if there were only half of them, she would definitely not be able to handle them.

Not to mention that there is a more dangerous Voldemort next to him.

"What a pity." Further up, Kyle sighed faintly, "Why did she escape just now?"

Rozier raised his head sharply.

Kyle's sigh also reminded her, and in order to prevent herself from becoming a target, Rozier immediately flew in the direction of Kyle.

But Kyle was prepared.

A gust of breeze blew by, and Rozier immediately stopped. The nearest tree to her right suddenly broke into three parts, and the cuts were extremely smooth and flat.

"What are you doing!" Rozier asked coldly.

"Protect yourself, otherwise what else can you do." Kyle said matter-of-factly, while flying upward again.

Voldemort looked at the two men's actions, a hint of surprise appeared on his face, and then quickly disappeared.

Great, they also have conflicts.

That's right, everyone is a dark wizard, it makes no sense for Kyle to only target him.

Voldemort seemed to see the possibility of victory. If the two of them were together, he would definitely not be his opponent, but if they came separately, it would be his decision!

Voldemort lowered his head and scanned around, and with a flick of his finger, a new wand was caught in his hand.

He just killed a lot of old wizards, about seven or eight, all with Rozier, so there is no shortage of wands here.

"Avada Kedavra!"

In a tacit understanding, Voldemort seemed not to see Kyle riding his broom at all, and all the spells were only aimed at Rozier.

"Damn it!"

There was no way. Although Rozier was extremely angry, for the sake of her own life, she had to give up the idea of ​​using Kyle as a shield and concentrate on avoiding Voldemort's attacks and the skeletons that jumped up from time to time.

Their bodies are so light that just a little bit of force can equal the effect of the flying spell.

Rozier couldn't hide and couldn't hide, and he couldn't fight. Rozier was extremely frustrated.

"Damn...are you just looking at it?" she asked loudly. So Kyle changed his position, half-lying on the broom and waved.

"Come on, I'm optimistic about you."

Without Kyle's help, the battle became one-sided again, but this time it was Rozier who fell.

Because he was ignored by Dumbledore, the angry Voldemort burst out with even more power than before, desperately using the Death Curse on Rozier.

But when he raised his hand for the sixth time, he turned around suddenly and pointed the wand behind him.

Two magic spells, one green and one red, collided in mid-air.

"Do you think I will really believe you? I believe your clumsy tricks!" Voldemort looked at Kyle, who was confronting him, with a sarcastic tone.

Suddenly turning against each other during the battle...Do you really think he is a fool?

...You need to be a fool to see that there is something wrong here.

"That's true." Kyle was a little helpless, "It's great to be able to act like this just by relying on tacit understanding on the spur of the moment. At least you've been fooled now, haven't you?"

Kyle raised his wand and tried his best to maintain the magical connection between the two.

"What are you going to do next?"

"Avada Kedavra!"

Two voices sounded almost at the same time, and a green light went straight to Voldemort from mid-air.

It's impossible for him to avoid it now, unless...

Voldemort made a prompt decision and released the wand in his hand without any hesitation. The beam of magic condensed in the middle instantly deflected and collided with the Death Curse.

There was a boom, all three people present were affected, and Voldemort threw another wand.

Rozier was already very old, and after fighting for so long, his reaction became slower and slower, and he was directly blown away.

As for Kyle, he was the furthest away from the explosion, just with an extra layer of dust on his robes.

Kyle subconsciously patted his robe with the hand holding the wand. The tip of the wand shook, as did the two flower pots that had just been taken out.

But Voldemort didn't notice this change, so he took the opportunity to swoop down to get himself a new wand again.

Under Kyle's command, two flowerpots filled with mandrakes reached Voldemort's ears, and it was smoother than expected.

It seems that not only Rozier's reaction has become slow, but Voldemort is also similar. Several consecutive battles have brought him close to the limit. If it were normal, he would not be able to detect such small details.

But unfortunately, these are not normal times.

Two mature mandrakes were pulled out of the flowerpot by something invisible and left the soil. The mandrake roots suddenly became unhappy and opened their mouths to let out a piercing scream.

The cry of mandrake is not only for the ears, but also for the soul...

Kyle had discovered before when he was at Hogwarts that Voldemort's riddled soul was particularly vulnerable when faced with Mandrake roots... Even the huge magic power he possessed could not completely offset that damage.

So Kyle chose to repeat his old tricks this time.

The effect... can only be said to be surprisingly good.

Voldemort tilted his body and fell straight down, hitting the ground hard.

"Avada..." Rozier tacitly wanted to hit him, but the group of dead skeletons summoned by Voldemort quickly surrounded him and blocked Rozier's sight.

"Damn it, I can't find anyone else!" Rozier shouted, "We have to get rid of those annoying things first!"

"No need!" Kyle waved his wand down. A bright red fire quickly spread on the ground...

Looking at this scene, Rozier subconsciously thought that when he first met Kyle, he also used this kind of fire spell to burn down the Nurmengard Tower.

Rozier is still doubting why someone can act so...irrationally.

She never dreamed that someone would threaten her with Grindelwald.

Rozier's thoughts drifted further and further away. At the same time, the fire was already burning in the pile of skeletons and dead bodies.

The monsters summoned by Voldemort were burned to ashes by the scorching fire in the blink of an eye.

The ground was dyed a reddish color, and hundreds of faintly shining green lights could still be seen.

"Be careful, those monsters have specific tracking magic." Rozier warned with a troubled face.

Kyle said nothing.

In fact, the moment those life-killing spells came on, he was already ready, holding the box tightly with one hand,

At the same time, he shouted with all his strength:

"Fox!"

The next second, hundreds of life-killing curses came as promised.

But the fiery red phoenix also appeared, grabbing Kyle's shoulders and disappearing with him in an instant.

"It's useless, you can't run away!"

Under the burning fire, Voldemort's whole body became pitch black, except for his scarlet eyes, which looked very crazy.

"The magic tracking spell, as long as you still have magic power in your body, you will definitely not be able to escape!"

Voldemort laughed, as if he had seen Kyle being hit by hundreds of death curses.

Although this is the trump card he prepared for Dumbledore, it is not a waste to use it on Kyle.

His words were quickly confirmed.

Although Kyle had been taken to another place by Fox, the killing curses still chased him, and even disappeared in mid-air for a distance...just the distance of the Apparition.

Fox took Kyle to apparate several times, but no matter where it chose or where Kyle chose, it could not escape the killing curse.

"Isn't it strange why it suddenly becomes so difficult..."

"Want to know the answer?"

"I won't tell you!"

Voldemort's manic laughter was disturbing.

Or it could be because it was intentional, to make him mistakenly think that those life-killing curses were easy to avoid.

He was indeed fooled. Who would have thought that those life-killing curses could still track wizards, or they could not get rid of them even by apparating.

If I had known earlier, I should have let Rozier play.

Kyle tried to lure the Death Curse to Voldemort, but failed. Voldemort, who was already on guard, did not give Kyle a chance to get close.

After trying several times, Fox's movements became increasingly sluggish, and he simply opened his mouth to stand in front of Kyle, preparing to swallow all the life-killing curses.

I just don’t know if it can block so much.

Kyle stood behind Fox, his eyes struggling for a while.

After a while, the life-killing curse suddenly fell like raindrops...

But Fox was surprised to find that it didn't have nirvana.

It wasn't that the Kedinger didn't work, but that Kyle opened the box at the critical moment, allowing another behemoth to stand in front of them.

After being bombarded with hundreds of death curses, the entire body of the basilisk turned into an ugly gray-white color, and then fell to the ground, hitting the ground heavily and becoming motionless.

Obviously, even the most powerful dark creature, the Basilisk, cannot withstand the attacks of hundreds of death curses at once.

“…”

"No!"

The one who reacted even more than Kyle was Voldemort. He had no idea that Kyle would use the basilisk as a shield.

That was a basilisk. Salazar Slytherin's basilisk represented the supreme honor and the most noble status. How dare he.

How could he order the basilisk... It should obviously be his own.

The constant outpouring of jealousy and reluctance drove Voldemort almost crazy, especially after seeing the Basilisk killed by the Death Curse, he even fell into a moment of sluggishness.

At the same time, Kyle, who had been staring at Voldemort, suddenly lit up his eyes. He immediately held his breath and flicked the wand in his hand.

Behind Voldemort, a bunch of flames that were about to go out suddenly burned violently, and the beating flames suddenly passed through Voldemort's body like a sharp sword.

"Vulcan clears the way!"

puff!

(End of chapter)