Azkaban students at Hogwarts

A century may have passed, or only a second may have passed.

Roman felt like he'd been hit by a truck.

He rose into the air and fell into the lake; water rushed towards his mouth and nose, and the originally clear lake water suddenly smelled unpleasant.

Roman struggled to emerge from the water, but his eyes were filled with darkness.

He was startled at first, then realized there was light behind him, and then he realized that he was in a dark, semi-enclosed space.

At the exit, the giant snake was twisting in pain, its heavy tail hitting the ground again and again.The densely packed animal bones were smashed to pieces by it, and the harder ones were shot into the water like bullets.

Roman's eyes finally adapted to the darkness, and he realized that he was in a jungle bunker filled with rainwater. Looking through the exit, he could see the white junction of the sky and the sea in the distance.

He crawled out of the stagnant water full of bones and groped in the scratched wizard's robe.

Then, he rolled and crawled to avoid the unconscious attack of the giant snake, and got out through the only exit, leaving only a small glass bottle on the ground.

Outside the bunker, Rolf was standing there blankly, holding the wand in his hand, and the dragon bone staff stopped at his feet.

Not far away, Nimbus 1700 had been ripped into pieces by Nagini; after Voldemort possessed Rolf, he threw it there together with the Golden Snitch's cage.

That nimble little bird may have gone somewhere long ago.

"Death Curse."

Luofu's eyes were empty and his expression was numb, but he kept chanting this spell.

"Pre-flashback curse!" He waved his wand, and the dragon bone staff twisted around without any reaction.

"Isn't this a magic wand?" Rolf turned his head and looked at Roman, the red light in his eyes flashing away.

But Roman didn't answer him, "Can you change the possessed object at will?"

Under Voldemort's control, Rolf's face became more and more vivid, and even began to have some expressions.

"Of course not, it's difficult. I would take animals as my home - I'm partial to snakes, of course - but I'd be just a little better off inside them than a mere wandering spirit, because their bodies aren't adapted to magic... and my occupation Shortened their lifespan. None of them lived long..."

Then his expression became fierce——

"And you just ruined everything."

Roman looked at the giant snake twitching on the ground and didn't understand what he had destroyed.

But the illusion of a mixture of reality and fiction has obviously disappeared.

The Death Curse is the only spell that this wand can cast, and it is also a spell that has never gone wrong.

Except for some magical creatures that can rely on powerful skin defense spells, he has never seen anything that can survive after being cursed.

Now, the snake's mouth was firmly hit by the death curse, and it is still alive. This is simply the most ridiculous thing in the world.

Voldemort didn't want to give him time to think. He waved his wand, and several spells came out like whips.

Like a god of help, Roman nimbly avoided the spells sent by Voldemort through Rolf's body, as well as the broken stones and bones pulled up by the snake's tail.

But apparently, Voldemort was adapting to Rolf's body, and his magical power began to increase.

The giant snake had stopped twitching and was lying on the ground, trembling slightly, with only the tip of its tail moving feebly.

The battle seemed to be coming to an end.

Voldemort's spells were coming faster and faster.

Just when Roman barely dodged a red spell, something seemed to bump into his arms.

"Nagini!" Voldemort seemed very angry.

The giant snake spit out its core feebly. It had just swept Roman's lost grapevine wand into Roman's arms.

"Except your weapons!"

Roman didn't have time to understand what this name meant. He only took the time to cast a disarming spell, and then had to wave his wand to continue to resist the spell.

He had his wand, but things didn't get much better.

"You are no better than an ordinary wizard."

Voldemort fired the spell coldly, and Rolf's wand was already letting out a faint wail.

"Being covered in flaws may make you stand out in school, but it's not enough."

Roman gritted his teeth and persisted. He could not imagine the power of Voldemort in his heyday.

When the opponent is only in a wandering spirit state, he can exert such powerful combat power with the help of a little wizard's magic power.

As a green light struck, Roman instinctively rolled on the spot, and the protective spell left in place was blown to pieces.

He felt that he should run, but there was always a small voice in his heart that seemed to urge him to continue fighting.

Roman didn't understand where his idea came from, and he couldn't think of the meaning of staying and fighting.

Even if he couldn't save Luo Fu, he couldn't save himself either.

All he wanted now was to get on his broom and fly back to England, pull Horace Slughorn by the collar, and ask him if the Felixir he sold him was fake.

Suddenly, he felt something above his head.

Driven by a strong impulse, he cast a protective spell with just his right hand and raised his left hand high.

Roman didn't like the elixir, and he didn't like leaving his fate to illusory luck; but the elixir always urged people to act according to their inner impulses.

People who have taken Fuling Elixir all say that it is difficult to resist the warm surge deep in their hearts.

The dragon bone staff spun and fell into his hand.

The round-bodied Jin Feixia drew a golden light in the air, and used his slender mouth to drop the dragon bone staff from the air.

For a moment, he felt blessed.

Roman didn't hesitate, turned around and ran towards his suitcase.

Voldemort disdainfully used a spell to explode the suitcase.

The traceless stretching spell was destroyed, and piles of debris were poured out, forming a hill in an instant.

Without even looking at the suitcase, Roman moved his right hand covertly, then raised the vine tree high again, and shouted exhausted:

"Avada Kedavra!"

This was the first time he had cast the Avada Kedavra with a wand other than the Dragonbone Wand.

It was also the first time he used a grapevine wand to perform dark magic.

The unicorn hair as the core of the wand not only did not resist, but in Roman's astonished perception, it happily amplified the magic, and a green light flew towards Rove.

Voldemort did not dodge this time.

He made a decision that he regretted in his life.

A black mist instantly broke away from Luo Fu's body and hit Roman's body almost instantly.

But in Roman's left hand, the faint green light of the dragon bone staff could no longer be suppressed.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Roman thrust the sharp tip of the staff into his right arm, and his whole body was immersed in green light.

For a moment, he felt like he was dead, but his body was barely alive.

He seemed to be seriously injured, but seemed to be fine.

The black mist retreated from his body with a miserable sound.

It became extremely thin and even unable to retain its shape.

"A Horcrux, that broken thing is a Horcrux."

"You are a living dead!"

The sound became fainter and fainter, and the black mist dissipated in the dark jungle almost instantly.

"I will find you."

Roman didn't have time to think about his words.

He turned his head to look at the unconscious Luo Fe, and an oak arrow 79 had knocked him into the bushes at some point.

A raging flame was burning on a tree behind Luo Fu's original position.

He hurriedly extinguished the fire, and threw the contents of the suitcase into the bag that had a temporary extension spell cast on it. Then he ran towards Nagini.

Not that Nagini might be a pretty sister.

But Roman clearly remembered that Nagini's venom was used by Voldemort to create a baby-like body.

But although Nagini was barely alive, she was already dying, and there was no venom left to squeeze out of her.

Roman had no choice but to take out a bottle of powerful shrinking potion and continued to drip it on it, barely shrinking Nagini to the point where it could be put in his pocket.

The effect of the elixir had not yet worn off, and it urged Roman that it was time to leave.