Hiding in Hogwarts as a professor

"Wow, viewers, I have to say sorry!"

Looking at the two people walking around on the field, Frost excitedly held on to Bursted's arm.

"I am not a professional event commentator, let alone a professional wizard. I really can't explain this wonderful showdown to you."

"But, as a student of Professor Tweel Foley, the Mr. Bosted next to me must be... Bosted?"

"Bravo……"

Even though his arm was being pulled by Frost, Bosted was not affected at all, but instead became more and more immersed in the fierce fighting scene on the field.

"The professor once said that even his research on the three unforgivable curses is not as profound as Voldemort's.

At first I thought it was because the professor was being humble, but now I see that Voldemort's Death Curse is more than just a spell, it is simply the most cunning poisonous snake on the battlefield! "

"What's even more amazing is that the professor doesn't seem to be panicking at all. The flying bird summoning spell is like a bird of prey in his hands, accurately capturing every poisonous snake that tries to attack him!"

Looking at Burst, who was even more excited than the two dueling men on the stage, Frost let go of his hand in fear.

These wizards are too scary. They threaten lives, poisonous snakes, etc. whenever they open their mouths!

The surrounding audience is actually no better than Bosted, especially the dark wizards. Although they are destined to stay in prison in the future, it does not prevent them from discussing this black magic feast loudly as they have obtained the treasure!

If it weren't for the strict supervision of the surrounding Aurors, they would probably be there cheering for the players they support!

However, the two people at the center of the duel did not pay any attention to the commotion outside.

"I used to be very curious, as a student of Grindelwald, what extent would your black magic attainments be."

Voldemort casually dug up the grass and turned it into a huge shield, blocking Tver's deep black shadow like a black hole.

"It's a pity that due to your status, you have to suppress your talent in this area."

Tver smiled nonchalantly.

Even at this time, Voldemort still tried to induce his evil desire for dark magic.

If the two of them weren't dueling now, he would have thought that Voldemort was planning to use a duel to make him addicted to dark magic.

"For me, means always serve the purpose. Voldemort, when you pursue black magic one-sidedly, it means that you abandon the role of white magic. Even if it is more correct, it is also an easier means to achieve your goals. .”

The demeanor between the two didn't look as intense as the battle at all. Of course, this was also because the two sides were still in the stage of testing each other.

"Speaking of which," Tver thought for a while, intending to take the last chance to chat with Voldemort about some personal issues, "you pretended to be Karkaroff, you should have given lessons to the students, right?"

Voldemort did not expect that Tver would bring the topic here. Although the movements of his hands were not chaotic, there was still a hint of astonishment on his expression.

"What, do you want to discuss with me your experience in teaching students?"

"I became a professor earlier than you!" Tver said unceremoniously, and then smashed the snake head that Voldemort had transformed out of anger with one blow.

"I'm just curious, don't you get any pleasure from teaching students?"

"Fun?" Voldemort didn't know what he thought of, but a smile appeared on his face, but it was quickly suppressed.

"Don't you understand those students who are usually smart but are so stupid in class? To put it bluntly, I was so angry that I wanted to torture them with the Cruciatus Curse!"

Tver nodded empathetically, but when he noticed the students with black lines on their heads, he still suppressed the smile on his face.

"Isn't this the joy of teaching students? Watching them grow from ignorance to maturity and alertness is the satisfaction of being a teacher."

"Maybe……"

A complicated look flashed in Voldemort's eyes, but the movements in his hands became more fierce.

"But for me, killing is the only thing that can bring me pleasure!"

As soon as he pointed his wand, the grassland that had been devastated by them suddenly stirred up a large amount of sand and dust, and a hurricane formed from it, sweeping towards Tver with a sky full of wind and sand!

Feeling Voldemort's seriousness, Tver frowned and did not choose to resist. Instead, he used his own advantage to evade.

Sure enough, the tornado exploded the moment Tver left, with overwhelming spikes exploding from inside!

"Boom boom boom!"

The constant sound of being pierced resounded in the wind and sand. Only when the dust dispersed did people see clearly what was happening in the center of the field.

The ground seemed to have turned into a hedgehog, with countless sharp thorns. Only the ground under Tweel's and Voldemort's feet could barely avoid it.

Outside the venue, those spikes solidified in mid-air. After a while, people discovered that it was the golden shields maintained by Dumbledore and Grindelwald that blocked them.

"How cruel," Tver said in amazement as he looked at this grand scene. "There are many of your former subordinates around."

Voldemort clicked lightly, and the spikes around him turned into dust like decay.

"This is a life-and-death duel. Mercy can't defeat you."

"Tsk, tsk," Tver shook his head helplessly, "I didn't expect you to be so cruel."

But teasing is all teasing, from the blow just now, we knew that this decisive battle was about to enter its most intense moment!

His expression straightened and he waved the wand in his hand. All the remaining spikes on the field trembled crazily as if they were breaking free from some restraints.

Finally, the trembling frequency was so high that it made a panicking buzzing sound!

"interesting."

A smile appeared on Voldemort's lips, and he waved the wand in his hand repeatedly, crushing the spikes that were originally under his control one after another.

"Boo! Hah! Hah!"

The spikes finally couldn't stand this high-intensity control and flew into the sky. After being stagnant for a second, they all sprinted towards Voldemort's position with unrivaled momentum!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The spikes were like exploding fireworks under Tver's control, with clusters of flowers blooming instantly, and they continued to bombard the shield that Voldemort quickly molded with clay.

"Gah...boom!"

The collision of dust and soil is like a broken violin, making a tooth-breaking and harsh noise, vibrating people's heartstrings!

"Voldemort, is he dead?" Harry said in stunned silence as he stared at the end-of-the-world scene.

Voldemort's extremely imaginative spikes were enough to shock him. He could even directly say that if Voldemort had used this trick against these students, they would have died long ago!

Unexpectedly, after the professor keenly resisted, he used a more clever and powerful method to attack Voldemort!

"You have to know, that's Voldemort." Sirius stared at the bombed center with a solemn expression. Even though the dust had not dispersed, he still felt a certain uneasy atmosphere.

"That's right, Tver!" Voldemort's arrogant voice came out from the smoke.

"Let me see your true strength!"