Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard

Chapter 878 Battle, Voldemort loses his mind

This is the first fake Kyle...the seventh or the eighth.

Voldemort didn't count, or he was so angry that he didn't care about this kind of thing at all.

And it all started two hours ago.

On a hillside, he found the panicked Kyle and gave him an Avatar without hesitation.

Then the other party died, just like the Muggles and Aurors who died in his hands.

Voldemort was very happy, even happier than when he snatched the Elder Wand from Dumbledore's hand. When 'Kyle' lay on his back on the ground, he seemed to have returned to his childhood.

That was the first time he took people who had laughed at him to a cave on the seaside, and used his own unique methods to intimidate and torture them.

It was only after a long time that he learned that that method was called magic.

But it didn't matter. The panic and despair on the faces of the two Muggles made him feel unprecedentedly happy and unable to stop, as if his whole body was translucent.

After many years, things and people had changed, and Voldemort couldn't believe that he had found this rare emotion again.

He decided to take 'Kyle' with him and throw him into Hogwarts. He believed that Dumbledore's expression would be wonderful.

Thinking of this, Voldemort couldn't help laughing.

In a good mood, he generously forgave those Death Eaters who had done things poorly.

Until not long after, he watched helplessly as the dead body of 'Kyle' suddenly twisted and turned into another person within a few seconds.

As Slughorn's most proud student, Voldemort understood what was going on almost instantly.

Polyjuice Potion…

Kyle gave the Death Eaters polyjuice potion containing his hair, creating a double for himself.

But not only was he fooled, he was also complacent.

Voldemort's eyes instantly turned blood red, accompanied by an unbreakable coldness.

He was fooled again.

Why did he say 'again'? Voldemort didn't know. Anyway, this was indeed his subconscious thought.

As a result, the furious Voldemort went completely crazy, turning into a black mist and galloping between the mountains. Anyone who stood in front of him, whether it was a Death Eater, a black dragon or 'Kyle', all had only one ending, and were taken away. The life curse harvests life.

In order to ensure that he would no longer be deceived by such small means, Voldemort also made a small change to the Death Curse so that it could 'kill' the Polyjuice Potion at the same time.

Potions are also a type of magic power. As the king of dark magic, this change is easy for Voldemort.

And this decision also made Voldemort completely exploded.

The 'Kyles' he met along the way were all fake, they were all Death Eaters who had been fed Polyjuice Potion.

It can be said that the number of Death Eaters killed by him has almost exceeded double digits.

If there was a ranking list of Death Eaters killed in the Heshidry Islands, Voldemort would be firmly at the top of the list, followed by a string of fire dragons.

There were originally more than fifty Death Eaters, but with their joint efforts, there were now less than twenty left.

But Voldemort didn't care. Even if the 'Kyle' he met later was obviously a Death Eater, he didn't hold back at all. He just fired a death curse when he met him.

Because Voldemort didn't know if this was the real Kyle pretending to be. He was very aware of Kyle's methods. Since the other party could use polyjuice potion to disguise himself as a Death Eater, he could also pretend to be a Death Eater in front of his own face. only.

So Voldemort has only one idea now. Since he can't tell the true from the false, he will kill them all. As long as he kills all the Kyles, he will definitely meet the true one.

As for Black Dragon and McFasty...who cares, get out of here.

Voldemort stretched out his wand, and a bright flame burst out from the tip of the wand, then transformed into a large snake.

Wherever the fire snake passed, trees or hard rocks were all set on fire.

Voldemort's patience had run out and he decided to use the Fire Curse to force Kyle out, regardless of whether his Death Eaters would be affected.

Even if it does, Voldemort doesn't care... Anyway, it's not bad at all.

The fierce fire spread rapidly at an incredible speed. It was obviously night, but the central mountain range of the Heshidry Islands was illuminated by the fire as if it were daytime.

In the light of the fire, Voldemort saw another Kyle and cast the death curse as usual.

But the difference is that this time the other party avoided it.

Although it was just a curse he threw out casually, not everyone could avoid it.

"I found you." Voldemort narrowed his red eyes with slender pupils.

He knew that he had met the rightful owner this time.

The person who was easily killed by the Death Curse was a Death Eater, and the one who escaped must be Kyle. This way of distinguishing is a bit ironic, but it is very effective.

Because Voldemort guessed correctly, that person was indeed Kyle.

Mainly because he didn't expect that Voldemort would be so ruthless. Not only would he be merciless when attacking his own people, but he would even pack up and wipe out all the remaining Death Eaters and the entire mountain range in order to kill himself.

In order to avoid the fierce fire that swept through him, he was also discovered by Voldemort.

"What a failure!" Kyle sighed.

Originally, he was almost running to the beach. As long as he got a few more substitutes and released them at the same time to confuse Voldemort's sight, and then disguised himself as Crabbe or Goyle, it would be very possible for him to jump into the sea and slip away.

But now... Voldemort actually wanted to kill everyone for him, so this trick was obviously useless.

Looking at the ferocious-looking Voldemort and the blazing fire around him, Kyle felt a sense of despair.

This time, it seemed there was no escape.

He never expected that Voldemort would care so much about him. He always advocated absolute power. He not only specially arranged an anti-Apparition spell to block his escape, but he also did not hesitate to bury fifty Death Eaters with him.

Now, unless Dumbledore fell from the sky, it was probably impossible for him to escape.

Kyle looked up at the sky illuminated by the fire. There was not even a single dark cloud, let alone Dumbledore.

"Merlin's strawberry socks." Kyle closed his eyes.

Of course, he was not ready to surrender.

In the mountains, several hidden places suddenly lit up, and several special magic words loomed.

This is the backhand left by Kyle...well, it can be regarded as a backhand.

If it was just the Fire Curse, he didn't feel that he was worse than Voldemort, but he needed some time.

Voldemort and Kyle held out their wands at the same time.

The hard ground turned into a swamp. Voldemort's body tilted, and the fatal curse that was destined to hit also changed its direction and landed on the cliff to Kyle's left.

Almost at the same time, Voldemort waved his hand vigorously, and while stabilizing his body, he also brought up a hurricane.

The hurricane carried gravel and fallen leaves, forming a giant snake with fangs in the air, roaring towards Kyle.

Silver light flashed in front of Kyle, and the original shield turned into a door...the door of Hogwarts Castle.

The giant snake hit the door and exploded with a violent roar.

"How long can you last!"

Voldemort crossed his arms and raised them above his head.

A crack appeared on the ground under Kyle's feet. If he hadn't reacted quickly enough, he might have fallen down at that time, but that didn't end there. Countless pitch-black sharp knives came out of the crack and rushed towards Kyle.

A thick stone slab was peeled off by Kyle from the cliff next to it, covering the crack with a bang and smashing the sharp knives at the same time.

Kyle gasped for air. It was really difficult to use such a wide range of softening and cutting spells.

Fortunately, his goal was achieved.

When the two of them were fighting, the magic texts that had been placed everywhere in advance also lit up completely.

It was as if someone had added a handful of firewood to the fireplace. The fire, which was originally only a few feet high, jumped to more than a dozen feet in the blink of an eye.

Kyle raised his wand.

All the fierce fire began to shrink and gathered around Kyle in the blink of an eye, like a scorching sun.

As Li Huo shrank, the color of the flames also changed rapidly, from the original red to light yellow, with a faint hint of gold.

Voldemort's expression changed for the first time, and he took a breath.

He never expected that his fierce fire would be commandeered by the wizard who was less than twenty years old in front of him in an instant.

"Avada Kedavra!" Without hesitation, Voldemort waved a Kedavra curse, preparing to end Kyle.

The life-killing curse hit the 'sun' and instantly collapsed, exploding like a firework and being swallowed up by a few wisps of golden flames.

Voldemort's breathing became heavier. He had a premonition that he would die if he was hit by that ball of fire.

But Voldemort didn't feel fear, he just wanted to laugh now.

"Ha, the great Dumbledore actually taught a master of the Fire Curse!"

Then he held out his wand.

Following his movements, Li Huo Yang, who was originally stable, suddenly became manic, and his shape began to change slightly.

Voldemort is fighting for control.

Lihuo is different from other black magic. After it appears, this magical flame will break away from the control of the caster and become a special life form.

This is also the reason why most wizards can only release fire spells and cannot control them unless they use more complex magic spells.

But this is also not fixed.

Kyle can commandeer his fierce fire, and Voldemort can also control the 'Fire Sun' in his own hands.

Now let's see who has better methods.

At the same time, the center was wrapped in fierce fire.

The pale Kyle took out his box, released the Sniff, and then stuffed the box and a piece of parchment into its inner pocket.

"Hide and find an opportunity to give the things to Newt."

The Niffler can pass through any narrow crack in the ground and penetrate deep into the ground. Even if Voldemort burns the entire mountain range, he will not be able to find it.

But only if it’s just Sniff.

Kyle hesitated whether to hide in the box as well, and then let Sniff hide with the box.

But this approach may not work.

Traces of magic cannot be hidden.

Dumbledore said that as long as magic is released, there will always be traces, so he was able to see the traces of Voldemort's magic in the seaside cave where Slytherin's Locket was hidden, and followed the clues to find the boat hidden in the lake. .

This box made with the Traceless Stretching Spell is an obvious trace of magic.

Just like threads of different colors, they may be intertwined with threads formed by other magic when they are outside, but if they are led underground by Sniff, they will be actively exposing their position.

Judging from Voldemort's various performances, he will definitely not let her go. If he discovers that he is missing later, it will probably not take long for him to notice the unique trace of magic under the ground.

It was only a matter of time before he was found out.

Kyle was hesitant to take the risk.

If the Niffler drilled deep enough, and if Voldemort couldn't go deep underground or blow up the entire island, maybe he could use this method to hold him off until support arrived.

The fierce fire that shot into the sky just now definitely attracted the attention of many people. Perhaps Dumbledore was among them. He might have survived if he delayed for a second longer.

But Kyle is worried that Voldemort has this ability.

Again, the King of Dark Magic knows more than just the Death Curse. No one can guarantee what abilities those dangerous black magic experiments have brought to him.

For example, the black mist he showed can get into any tiny crack like real mist.

If he is caught, Voldemort will naturally get the box, including the basilisk in the box.

He has the power to awaken the basilisk.

Then it will be really troublesome.

Kyle hesitated, while fighting with Voldemort for the control of the fire, and magic spurted out from the tip of the staff.

In the process, his face became paler and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

The surrounding fierce fire began to collapse again, obviously Voldemort's handiwork.

Forget it, no more gambling.

Kyle gritted his teeth and made an instant decision.

He wanted to fight...these fierce fires were not just gathered to protect him.

What if I can kill Voldemort? Even if I can't, I can always buy some time to escape.

As long as Voldemort is hurt. Maybe he can also gather all the black dragons here and give it a final try.

Although it is very difficult, there is always a chance.

Kyle controlled the wand with one hand and prepared to take out the Firebolt with the other hand, ready to run away at any time.

But just when he put his hand into the deformed lizard skin bag, something hard rolled into his hand.

He was obviously holding a Firebolt. What is this?

Kyle looked at the thing in his hand, a blue gem fragment. When did he...

Wait, gem fragments?

Kyle's heart skipped a beat as he remembered what it was.

Kyle suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed half of the Xiu Xiu that had already burrowed into the ground, pinched its buttocks and lifted it out.

"No need to hide." Kyle grinned, showing a relieved smile.

How could he forget this thing? It may have been too long.

Kyle took a deep breath and looked at Voldemort through the gap between the fire.

Since you want it, let’s give it to you.

Kyle raised his wand, and flames shot out from the tip of the wand, connecting with the surrounding fire.

The 'sun' moved.

"Vulcan clears the way!"

Kyle pointed his wand sharply in Voldemort's direction, and for a moment, he felt his magic pouring out like a flood.

But the effects were also immediate.

He had never used this level of fire to clear the way. Not only was it fierce fire, but it was also the fierce fire accumulated by him and Voldemort.

The roaring flames were like a tsunami, setting off a huge wave nearly twenty feet high and crashing down heavily.

Everything around was quiet, and even the black dragon of the Heshidry Islands, which kept roaring, shut its mouth tightly at this moment.

Looking down from a high place, the entire Heshidry Islands was almost split into two by a golden flame.

As the main target of the flames, although Voldemort sensed the danger in advance and turned himself into a ball of black mist, half of his body was still burned to black.

This was the first time that he felt the threat of death from someone other than Dumbledore... The curse just now could really kill him!

If he hadn't sensed the danger in advance... Voldemort glanced back, and the old Crabbe who ran over just now was gone.

Yes, it's gone, nothing is left, as if it never appeared.

At this moment, Voldemort's anger reached its peak.

He didn't want to avenge old Crabbe, but he didn't want to let another 'Dumbledore' live.

No, that's not right, Dumbledore is already over a hundred years old, but Kyle is less than twenty, and he is a greater threat than Dumbledore.

Voldemort raised his wand with his good hand.

But he saw that Kyle actually smiled and waved to him with difficulty.

Between his fingers, a ray of blue light flashed past and disappeared with him.

Also disappearing at the same time was Voldemort's few sanity.

"How dare you..."

"Come back, I order you, come back!"

Voldemort waved his wand like crazy, pouring countless spells on the hilltop in front of Kyle, gravel flying, and the towering cliffs were almost flattened by various black magic.

But so what, Voldemort had to admit that he once again watched Kyle run away from him.

(End of chapter)