A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 503: Battle

Voldemort gazed at the night sky, his black robe shaking in the cool wind with the overgrown weeds.

Shusha's footsteps sounded from behind.

"Felix Hep..." He said slowly, turned his head, looked at the people who walked over unhurriedly, Felix seemed to be on a green walk, looking left and right, with a hint of just right novel.

"There are no other people, and there are no traps." Felix said, "To be honest, I'm a little surprised."

"Do I need those?" Voldemort asked back.

The two looked at each other, the light blue star rings and scarlet eyes were very conspicuous in the darkness, Voldemort was holding his wand, ready to fight, but he still wanted to say a few more words before doing it.

"I originally wanted to put the battlefield in the Ministry of Magic, but that would be too much interference." Voldemort said regretfully.

"I thought you were worried about being flanked by me and Dumbledore," Felix said.

"I do have this concern, and it turns out that this kind of caution is necessary..." Voldemort said softly, "Whose idea was it to test it out with only one inferior vampire? It couldn't be Dumbledore, He knows I won't be fooled."

Felix said nothing.

"The female minister?" Voldemort grinned. "She does have a way, but she doesn't know me well enough. The more fierce the resistance, the more people will die."

"It's so strange that you put your greed for life and fear of death so bluntly. Dumbledore has already seen through you—you cherish your life, but you don't care about other people's lives." Felix said, "For example, that vampire, still You discarded those two loyal Death Eaters like garbage."

"Loyalty? I don't need that kind of thing, as long as they fear my power, they will obey me." Voldemort said softly, "Do you know that the group of people who followed me at first are now old and dead death... When you have a long life, such things as servants will only be endless, do I need to understand each of them?"

"Felix Hemp, you still have a human mind, clinging to those cowardly emotions... When you are older than Dumbledore, you can't even hold a wand, and I still As strong as ever, you will understand my greatness."

"You put yourself in the position of the Immortal?" Felix asked a little surprised.

"I am now," said Voldemort.

He pulled out his wand, brushed his pale and slender fingers across the surface of the wand, and introduced calmly: "Em wood, dragon heart string, 18 inches, an excellent combination, it fell into the hands of an owner who couldn't use its strength..."

Felix recognized it as Lucius Malfoy's wand.

"Your turn, Felix Hemp." Voldemort looked at him with interest.

Empty-handed, Felix just took out another coin and began to play with it.

"Ebony, dragon heartstring, thirteen inches, my first wand. Unfortunately, it was destroyed that night," he sighed. "I haven't had time to find a suitable one, but the problem is not Sir, I don't need wands as much as you do—the Kedavra curse can't be cast without a wand, can it?"

"Because my magic power is too strong." Voldemort showed a malicious smile, "Before you find a suitable wand, it is stupid for you to show up here empty-handed tonight, but it is normal, and I am also troubled by it , for a wizard like you and me, finding a suitable wand is not easy.”

"What about your own wand?" Felix asked curiously.

Generally speaking, unless there is a huge change in personality and magic power, wizards will not easily replace the wand. The reason is that the original wand will grow with the owner. Unleash the strongest magic power.

Voldemort's face contorted slightly. His wand... had been picked up by Dumbledore, he thought through gritted teeth, and might have been destroyed.

It can be said that since his resurrection, he has not been able to exert the strongest strength, and the reason is that the magic wand cannot bear it. Little Crouch's wand is actually very good, but after the battle a month ago, the wand is still traumatized, and every time I hold it, I can feel the wand screaming.

As a last resort, Voldemort replaced Lucius's. Lucius is also considered sensible, otherwise he must be counted in today's attack during the day. Who let his son develop the Bright Fire Charm with Potter?

Although Lucius swears and swears that all this is Felix Hemp's bad taste-he likes to arrange students who have hatred together, Draco is innocent, and he volunteered to contribute his own wand, but the great Dark Lord was still not satisfied.

He desperately hopes to have a powerful wand that can match his strength and status.

Felix smacked his lips. He didn't know that Voldemort's wand was picked up by Dumbledore and locked in a drawer in the office. He thought it was lost more than ten years ago. But that didn't stop Felix from poking Voldemort's scar.

"It seems that only the two of us can experience this kind of trouble, you know, coming back from the dead."

He deliberately emphasized the last word, and unsurprisingly, Voldemort's reaction was very violent.

"You're lying," snapped Voldemort, his red eyes fixed on Felix's face, "Felix Hemp... I've thought long and hard that my magic didn't hit you, or at least hit you Part of it was hit...you also transformed your body?"

Felix's heart skipped a beat.

He tasted something from this sentence, but now is not the time to think, he secretly wrote it down, and then continued to spare no effort to increase the odds of winning in the next battle, "You guessed it, it seems that my The modification is very successful, the only downside is that you will lose your wand, but at least it is not disfigured...and I think my eyes are much prettier than yours."

Compared to the scarlet in Voldemort's eye sockets, Felix's pupils are full of the mysterious aura of a mage, which is fascinating.

This is the necessary price for gaining power, what do you know! Voldemort thought bitterly, but these words could not be said to Felix, and there was no need to say any more. He raised his wand, and a blinding green light pierced through the darkness, approaching Felix.

The coin in Felix's hand expanded rapidly in the air, and it was magnified thousands of times in the blink of an eye, like a thick copper wall and iron wall blocking him.

The Killing Curse is blocked.

"What—" Voldemort exclaimed in disbelief.

"This is the power of money," Felix said teasingly, "maybe it seems unimaginable to you, after all, you had no money when you were in school, and you didn't work honestly after graduation—"

"You think I can only know the Unforgivable Curse?" Voldemort smiled coldly. His wand suddenly swung like a whip, and the broken stones on the ground were driven towards Felix with a howling sound. Felix disappeared, and in less than a second, he reappeared behind Voldemort, holding a glowing rune book in his hand, flipping a page casually, phantoms of ancient magic rushed out of the book. Come out, and combine with rune symbols all over the sky, forming hundreds of black lightning bolts that hit Voldemort head-on and face-to-face.

The white flames followed closely behind, condensing into sharp swords, piercing the darkness like thin paper.

The piercing sound of tearing was mixed with the dull crashing sound. Voldemort pulled out the silver shield from the thick darkness and blocked all the black lightning, but was pierced through by Fiercefire's long sword and let out a "ZiZi" sound.

Voldemort pointed hard, and the silver shield rushed high into the air, where it was burned clean in the air.

He stretched out his arm, and the wand drew a circle, encircling Felix inside. In an instant, the surrounding weeds grew wildly, turning into thin snakes, hissing around Felix, and then these endless green snakes rushed up. Felix had been prepared for a long time. The golden flames poured out of his hands like a liquid, transforming into violent horned camels. These giants living in the unknown mountain raised their thick hooves, trampled and burned the grass snake. into fly ash.

Voldemort muttered words, his voice was hoarse and low, it was a strange hissing sound, it sounded creepy, Felix knew it was Parseltongue.

He apparated cautiously to the other side, but then his vision suddenly went dark, and his voice disappeared as well. He seemed to have been deprived of his senses, it was a curse... Felix realized instantly. From the perspective of magic power, Voldemort's magic power continues to gather, forming heart-pounding fluctuations——

"Avada eats a big tile!"

"Armor protection!"

The Killing Curse collided with the solid Iron Armor Curse. The tall and burly Iron Knight stood in front of him holding a blood-stained shield. The power of the Killing Curse made Felix's hair stand on end. Harry didn't know Can the protective magic on my body withstand it...

Felix was thinking endlessly, while putting his hand on the knight's armor, and transferred the spell to it, the moment his vision recovered, he disappeared in place, and at the same time, the knight was overwhelmed by the dazzling green light.

What is Voldemort's weakness?

Emotions?

Felix used his brains and released the Swift Patronus at will. The silver Patronus flexibly turned back in the air, dodged green lights, and suddenly swelled when it approached Voldemort, opening its mouth to spit out two black dementors .

A burst of cold coolness covered the surroundings, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, and the fog gathered in the cold night and kept floating.

"Dementors?" Voldemort grinned, "You use dementors to deal with me?" His eyes turned red, and the dementors didn't dare to go forward. They fled in all directions. After two deep black lights, The dementor was as motionless as a decayed rag. They didn't seem to be dead, just hanging in the air quietly like that, but they seemed to be unable to move anymore, fluttering in the air, and the folds of the black cloak waved feebly, becoming the background board of this battle.

But Felix is ​​not for this purpose at all.

The thinking hut was forcibly dragged from his mind to reality by him. The senses of Felix and the patron saint of Swift are connected to each other. While gaining an additional perspective of a bystander, the patron saint also acts as an anchor point . Then Felix's figure flickered continuously, faster than before, much faster! A series of hidden spells silently cut through the air, cut through the rocks, divided the earth into broken chessboards, and interweaved each other into an impenetrable cage net. Voldemort was overwhelmed, he apparated several times, but was easily caught up by Felix, the two moved at high speed at the same time, and disappeared again the moment the spell was released, but Voldemort only tried two or three times before stopping, he was far away Not as good as Felix, who is more suitable for this tactic.

The brown soil and stones were enchanted and solidified into a solid wall, barely blocking the spells in all directions, but he was injured for the first time in the battle.

"Felix Hemp!" roared Voldemort.

What answered him was a lightning-like silver streamer, which was the Patronus Swift, but it was no longer in the shape of a Swift, but a bird-snake, wrapped around Voldemort's body. Under the power of the thinking hut, it briefly became a solid entity, biting the wand in Voldemort's hand. At the same time, Felix held a spherical vortex in his hand, and the deep blue magic was spinning in the vortex at high speed. , A strong suction surged from within... Voldemort's face was pulled out of shape, and the wall protecting him was shattered into pieces.

Felix let go of his hand, and the colorless spherical vortex flew towards him quickly.

Voldemort finally broke free from the restraints, and the birds and snakes wrapped around his body were dyed a deep dark green, which quickly spread throughout his body, and then disappeared. Immediately afterwards, another green light rushed out of his wand and pierced into the vortex. The blue magic power inside exploded violently, entangled with Voldemort, and his body began to shrink rapidly.

"Hiss~"

Voldemort's face sometimes swelled to the size of a pumpkin, and sometimes shrunk to the size of a fist. He obviously suffered a big loss, and his scarlet eyes stared at Felix, who was turning over the next page of the rune book , powerful ancient magic is ready to go.

A cloud of black mist exploded from Voldemort's body, and it lasted for a long time. The messy grass and leaves on the ground dried up instantly, and the soil was dyed black. Voldemort decided to leave, but he still wanted to make a final attempt. He raised his wand, and the tip of the wand was condensed with a deep green light. The green light was like the sunless water in a deep pool, dispelling the surrounding darkness, blurring The figure looms in the green light.

Felix felt his hair stand on end~IndoMTL.com~ He looked at the green light and seemed to have stopped thinking.

The book of runes flipped "crash la la la", and various ancient magics spilled out as if they didn't need money. Felix avoided it from a distance, and an air barrier stood in front of him.

The green light and the strong explosion completely lifted the battlefield, all kinds of soil, gravel, and rippling green light stopped three feet in front of Felix, and then, as if in slow motion, the light began to move towards Moving forward, there was a rustling sound as his magic began to crumble.

Felix had to disappear in place again, staring at Voldemort through the swirling dust. In the corner of his vision, the air barrier he had placed high hopes on was destroyed before it lasted for three seconds.

Voldemort's Killing Curse is so powerful that it seems to be able to 'kill' magic. If I had such a spell, it would be the only one I would use. thought Felix.

Standing where he was, Voldemort cast a cold glance at him before twisting and disappearing. he left.

"Patter."

The wand falls to the ground. Broken into a pile of slag.