The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

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Chapter 120 Voldemort: The Undercover Is Myself?

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Lucius was horrified, thinking that his contact with Dracula had been exposed.

"Master, there must be a traitor among us!" He said tremblingly, "I will help you find the traitor, believe me...Master..."

"But why can't that traitor be you?" Voldemort moved his face closer to Lucius's side, his snort almost blew the hairs on Lucius' face, "I heard...you were with Dracula a while ago There have been a few encounters, am I right?"

Lucius' hairs stood on end, and he shook his head with all his strength.

"I really didn't betray you, master!" He shouted tremblingly, "Dracula somehow got the authority to appoint and dismiss the school board, and in order to maintain the status of the school board, I had to make false claims to him." ,Owner!"

"Master... Yaxley's father has lost his position on the school board because he offended Dracula. We Death Eaters can't have a school board... This is for our common cause ah!"

Voldemort stared at Lucius with scarlet eyes for a long time before he finally sneered.

"I understand you, Lucius, you have always liked to be a fool, and you really don't have the guts to rebel." He said, "So... our traitor is someone else?"

"Yes...it must be like this..." Lucius frantically used his brain under the oppression of life and death, "I see, master, the only ones who have the opportunity to spread our message are those in Hogwarts! Among us The undercover agent must be..."

"Enough." Voldemort interrupted him suddenly, "There are other guests here, do you want to tell the Ministry of Magic about our information?"

Afterwards, he whispered in Lucius' ear, "And according to what you mean...is the undercover agent actually my clone?"

Lucius immediately closed his mouth, sweating profusely.

"Well, now that things have been exposed, we must be running out of time." Voldemort said softly, "How long has it been since you have really fought against the Ministry of Magic, my dear Death Eaters?"

"I've been waiting for this day for a long time, master!" Nott immediately stood up, expressing his loyalty earnestly, "My wand is already hungry and thirsty!"

"Very well, Nott." Voldemort curled up his twisted lips and said in a cold tone, "Then you and our Death Eaters will block those damned Aurors from the Ministry of Magic."

The battle is imminent!

A sharp sword-like curse pierced the night like lightning, followed by a terrible sound of curses being shot.The heavy rain was like a waterfall falling horizontally, but it was more spectacular than the waterfall flowing straight down, and more gorgeous than the dense rain of bullets.

On the isolated island of Azkaban, which was rarely brightened, Voldemort walked towards the members of the Ministry of Magic on the opposite side step by step against the raindrops of the curse.

However, no Auror dared to stand in front of Voldemort, and no spell hit Voldemort's direction.

The Aurors all trembled, as if they hadn't seen this bald figure who was so conspicuous in the light of the spell, they went to other Death Eaters one after another, and Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror office, shouted to no avail. .

Scrimgeour cursed secretly, and stood in front of Voldemort himself.

"Rufus Scrimgeour... I wonder how the Ministry of Magic would react if you and Amelia Burns, the two Heads of Magical Law Enforcement, died on this isolated island. ' Voldemort smiled icily.

"Unfortunately, I don't have time to spend with you now, so let you live a few more days."

"Do you really think you can win?" Scrimgeour raised his wand, his face extremely solemn, "I won't let you pass!"

"Tch——" Voldemort looked at Scrimgeour's movements and let out a disdainful laugh, "Is it because I have been away for too long that you have forgotten about me... why does anyone dare to stand in front of me now? gone?"

He played with his wand boredly, not paying attention to Scrimgeour.

Scrimgeour shook his wand angrily, and a bright red light shot from the tip of his wand in Voldemort's direction.

However, in the face of such a curse, Voldemort

But he didn't even look up, just shook the wand casually, and the red light that came from the lasing flew aside.

The flying red light hit an Auror standing near Scrimgeour, knocking him unconscious immediately.

There was a reduction in staff in an instant in this battle!

Facing the strong pressure brought by Voldemort, Amelia Bones, the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, also came over and stood side by side with Scrimgeour.

"Hold on, we just have to hold him back." Burns turned his head and whispered to Scrimgeour, "Dumbledore knew about this a long time ago, and he shouldn't be here before long."

Scrimgeour nodded slightly.

Afterwards, both of them looked at Voldemort solemnly, and raised their wands at the same time——

The two curses shot at Voldemort one after the other, faintly sealing the space where he could dodge.

"Do you think it's useful to have one more person?" Voldemort sneered, without any thought of avoiding, he continued to walk forward without dodging.

Before the curse was about to hit Voldemort, he drew a line with his wand in front of him. His wand was like a magnet with strong magnetism, and the two spells were firmly attracted to the wand.

Afterwards, Voldemort shook his wand, and he returned the two spells back to the positions of Burns and Scrimgeour. At the same time, Voldemort's own magic power was attached, making them even stronger.

While Scrimgeour and Burns scrambled to deal with the spell they had cast, Voldemort raised his left hand, which was not holding a wand.

He waved his left hand, and the two big rocks on the island flew towards him quickly, causing a gust of wind.

The next moment, two stones slammed into Burns and Scrimgeour!

The two trembled violently and fell to the ground in pain, spitting out blood from their mouths, and immediately lost the strength to fight again.

"It's really weak, Director Burns, and Director Scrimgeour." Voldemort cocked his lips mockingly, and walked straight past the circle surrounded by the Aurors.

The Aurors were full of fear and trembling, not daring to stop the Dark Lord who could make them tremble even at the mention of his name, and consciously gave way to a wide passage.

"Stop him... Aurors..." Scrimgeour's weak voice sounded on the ground.

Several elite captains among the Aurors moved their footsteps, but they did not stop Voldemort's footsteps. Instead, they stood in front of their director, fearing that Voldemort would be enraged by Scrimgeour's actions and suddenly kill him.

Voldemort glanced at them, passed the layers of Auror defenses with satisfaction, and continued on.

He purposely didn't use his ultimate move on Scrimgeour, just to prevent the Auror's chief of staff's loyal subordinates from going all out.

Although he wasn't afraid of this, Dracula and Dumbledore would be more likely to arrive if they were delayed for a few seconds by a few small flies.

It was just right now, those loyal Aurors stood in front of Scrimgeour, and vaguely reached a tacit understanding with Voldemort.

Voldemort wasn't going to kill their director, and they weren't going to stand in Voldemort's way.

In this way, Voldemort walked unimpeded all the way to the fortress of Azkaban. This huge prison wall almost occupied his entire line of sight.

However, just as he was about to destroy the solid walls of the prison, he encountered another obstacle.

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Moody and Tonks had been blocking the dementor's hut just now, knocking out Voldemort's undercover Yaxley who had left behind at the Ministry of Magic.

As soon as they walked out of the hut, they met a man with scarlet eyes and distorted face.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" Tonks called out to Voldemort, raising his wand vigilantly.

Immediately afterwards, she was surprised to find that her arm was being grabbed by Instructor Moody beside her.

"Get out of here immediately, Tonks!" Moody gritted his teeth tightly and pulled Tonks behind him. "Run as far as possible, don't look back. This is an order!"

Tonks turned his head in astonishment and looked at the legendary Auror who has always been fearless. Seeing his serious and dignified face, holding

The hand holding the wand was clenched so tightly that even the knuckles were turning white.

"Instructor Moody, he is..." Tonks opened his mouth wide, feeling a strong sense of absurdity in his heart.

"That's right, he is Voldemort!" Moody stared at the terrifying figure in front of him, and at the same time stretched out his hand and pushed Tonks away, trying to win a chance for the young intern Auror to escape.

Unlike most Aurors, Moody was old enough to have been classmates with Voldemort, then called Tom Riddle, back in Hogwarts.

Because of this, Moody is not afraid of just a name like other wizards.He had a clearer awareness of Voldemort's horror than anyone else.

So Moody knew that he was not Voldemort's opponent, and he didn't want Tonks, who had just graduated, to die here.

"Alastor, it's been a long time." Voldemort showed a nostalgic expression, and smiled slightly as he looked at Moody's hideous face covered with scars, "Do you want to stop me from destroying this prison?"

"Ask the truth!" said Moody petulantly. "Shoot as much as you want. How can there be so much nonsense!"

"Very well—" Voldemort's face darkened, "You are indeed stronger than those two before, and you seem to be a qualified opponent."

The next second, without any warning, the two raised their wands at the same time——

Countless spells shot out from the two magic wands, like long whips lashing the wind between them, like countless beams of light cutting the fog around Azkaban!

In the continuous sound of breaking wind, combined with the eerie clucking sound of the surrounding dementors when they inhaled, it seemed that there were bursts of ghostly cries on this isolated island.

Finally, all the colorful magic spells are gone.

The two people, one red and one green, are entangled with two curses, as if two glowing serpents were wrestling in the air.

With a grim face, Moody exhausted all his strength and poured almost all the magic power into the wand in his hand, just to gain a slight upper hand in the confrontation of magic spells.

Opposite Moody, Voldemort looked at ease, with a very relaxed expression.

"Alastor, after so many years, I actually want to fight you again, and then personally kill you, the legendary Auror..." Voldemort chuckled lightly, but said cruel words in his mouth, " But I really don't have time to play with you today."

He raised his left hand again, distributing part of the magic power to the slender fingers like spider legs on his left hand.

Then, Voldemort pointed forward with his left hand, and a powerful knockback curse hit Moody's body!

Moody flew upside down and slammed heavily on the marble wall of the Azkaban Fortress, even creating a thin crack on the solid wall.

"Cough cough..."

Coughing, Moody struggled to get up, but found that one of his wooden legs had been broken in the collision just now, and he could only stand on one foot while leaning on the wall.

Although his fingers trembled, the wand in his hand was never released.

"Do you still want to struggle, Alastor?" Voldemort showed a devilish smile——

"Expelliars!"

Moody's wand was thrown into the air after all, and landed on the muddy ground of the island like a discarded twig.

And when this legendary Auror lost his magic wand and was seriously injured, he was nothing more than a frail old man...

"Even you, the legendary Auror, have fallen, so no one will come to stop me now?" Voldemort laughed, "If you want me to say, apart from you being a character, your Ministry of Magic is really one. There is no one who can fight..."

"who said it!"

At this moment, a crisp voice sounded behind Voldemort.

Voldemort turned his head and saw a young witch with violet hair holding her wand tightly in both hands. In the extreme tension, her hand holding the wand did not tremble at all.

"Tonks, what are you doing here?!" Moody was shocked and shouted anxiously, "Didn't I tell you to leave here? You dare to disobey the instructor's order and don't want to be an official Auror?!"

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