The Wizarding Journey of Hogwarts

Chapter 476
Seeing that the snake head was getting closer and closer to the barrier, and the escape was imminent, the corners of Voldemort's mouth could not help but curl up slightly.

He decided that after he escaped, he would find a place where no one was around to recuperate, and by the way, think about how to destroy the Menethil family.

He, Voldemort, has ruled the world for so many years, and he has never been as embarrassed as he is today!

Even back then, when he got cold for some reason, he was never in such a mess!

'Zi La~! '

A familiar sound effect sounded, making Voldemort cast a puzzled glance at Bell in the air.

At this time, Bell was staring at him with a face full of shock and anger, completely unable to deal with his unexpected behavior.

'So where's the sound? '

Before the thoughts in his mind settled down, Voldemort turned around in horror and looked behind him.

It's a magic spell!
Bell used illusions to interfere with Voldemort's perception, making him think the voice was coming from the sky.

Piercing through the black mist, his whole body was covered with dazzling lightning, as if his whole body was made of lightning. Before Voldemort could raise his wand, Bell gave Voldemort a vicious uppercut, hitting Voldemort on the jaw.

"I've already seen that you little bastard wants to run away!"

Just kidding, if Voldemort had the courage to fight to the death, he would have dragged him to self-destruct.

Anyway, it can be resurrected, and the limit is exchanged for one, no matter what it is, it is not a loss!

"Pfft~!"

A mouthful of old blood, mixed with a few white teeth, was spat out by Voldemort.Like a rocket ascending to the sky, he quickly flew towards the motionless 'Bell' in the air.

In order to deceive Voldemort's perception, Bell kept 6% of his magic power in the clone in the air.Then he wiped out his breath, and quietly lurked behind Voldemort.

Voldemort, who was still unaware of this, was unable to control his figure after being blown away by Bell's "Rising Dragon Fist", so he stretched out his hand and shook Bell hard on the ground.

The black snake, which hadn't had time to hit the barrier, collapsed suddenly, and then transformed into a black ball spinning extremely fast with Bell as the center.

'Finally caught this dead brat! '

Voldemort finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This was the first time he really attacked the opponent tonight.

This little brat flies really fast!He doesn't have much magical power, and he can't attack indiscriminately...

"Varied……"

A creepy sense of crisis suddenly came from behind Voldemort.He tried his best to tilt his head, and glanced out of the corner of his eye, the body of the fake 'Bell' in the air suddenly lit up with dazzling white light.

Then, the figure of the fake 'Bell' began to expand, and finally turned into a huge thunderball with a diameter of several meters.

"Do not--!"

Voldemort tried hard to stop the figure.But Bell's previous 'Rising Dragon Fist' was too powerful. No matter how much Voldemort struggled, he still quickly approached the thunderball and finally sank into it.

A full 6% of the magic power, of course, Bell couldn't just let it dissipate like that.

He transformed all the magic power in the clone into lightning, and set the time for the eruption, just waiting for Voldemort to 'deliver the goods to your door'.

"Dry!"

At the same time that Voldemort sank into the thunder ball, Bell rolled out of the black ball formed by the black mist on the ground in embarrassment.

At this time, Bell's skin seemed to be scorched, and even his favorite short black hair was gone.

After lying on the ground for a while, Bell grinned reluctantly and got up.

"Old man Ge! You're so ruthless!"

Seeing the looming black figure in the thunderball, Bell, who struck harder, cursed uncomfortably.

He really didn't expect that under such circumstances, Voldemort could still control the black mist on the ground and hit him hard.

Fortunately, he had enough defensive accessories, otherwise, even if he wasn't corroded into a pool of thick water by the black mist, he would be turned into a pile of coke by his own lightning.

'Suck~call~! '

With his eyes slightly closed, Bell took a deep breath and adjusted his state.

Then, he slowly raised his wand.

The magic wand, which was originally as light as nothing, seemed to be heavier than ten thousand junctures at this moment.

'Inextinguishable flames! '

There was a trace of bright red flame in the pitch black, sprayed from the tip of Bell's wand, and transformed into a dragon shape, flying towards the thunderball in the air at high speed.

This was the first time Bell used the Indestructible Flame in actual combat, and he did not expect that the first target to be burned would be a figure of Voldemort's level.This made him feel ashamed to use this spell to deal with miscellaneous fish in the future.

Even though you can't use the Inextinguishable Flame to deal with miscellaneous fish...

Under Bell's control, the magic power that made up the thunderball was swallowed by the Inextinguishable Flame without any resistance.Soon, the blue-white thunderball transformed into a red-black fireball.

The fireball burns quietly, as if it wants to burn out the light and sound.

After 1 minute passed, Bell gritted his teeth.

This old V is too forbidden to burn, right?They have already been forced to this point, and they can still last for such a long time! ?

If Lao Fu goes on like this, he will almost be unable to hold on!
Raising his left hand and holding it on the wrist of his right hand, Bell tried his best to suppress the trembling of the wand in his hand.

At this moment, he was pointing his wand at the fireball in the air, controlling it to stay in the air.

If at the final moment when the overall situation was decided, Voldemort suddenly rushed over with flames all over his body, expressing his reluctance to part with him, and wanted to take him to the underworld together, then he would really cry to death in the eighteenth floor of hell The bottom.

He doesn't want to go to hell with a greasy middle-aged man!
Not to mention, this middle-aged man is still a shockingly ugly noseless monster!
Just when Bell was thinking about whether he should throw a few magic props over as firewood, finally, the sky paid off, and the fireball began to shrink slowly.

When the last ray of flames dissipated in the night, Bell sat down on the ground, gasping for breath.

"Master! Are you okay!?"

Seeing the battle come to an end, Sebastian rushed over immediately.

"Don't worry, you won't die yet."

Grinning, Bell showed an ugly smile.

"Master, that mystery...that Voldemort, is he dead?"

Sebastian looked in amazement at his young master who was already lying on the ground without even the strength to sit up.

Although my young master is in a terrible state of distress at the moment, his skin is burnt black, and even his teeth are covered with a layer of black ash, only by the light of the fluorescent spell can he barely see those bright eyes that seem to be floating in the air.

But this didn't affect the admiration in Sebas's heart at all.

You know, that's Voldemort!

Even if Voldemort is still in a weak state just resurrected, but that is that Voldemort!

Not to mention fighting with him, how many wizards can be found in the whole of England, who have the courage to stand in front of each other?

(End of this chapter)