Harry Potter: Martial Arts Professor at Hogwarts

The smoke dissipated, and a stellar hood was suspended in midair.

Kong Nuo was holding a magic camera, and the big flash on the top of the camera was still flashing, spewing out bursts of purple smoke.

"Good job!" Kong Nuo showed a teasing expression, "The magic just now is in place, and they are all black magic enough to be imprisoned in Azkaban."

The black wizard and the Death Eaters showed astonished expressions, and even looked down at the wands in their hands, and then at the five weak wizards on the ground.

"Avada Kedavra!" A dark wizard raised his wand tremblingly, and released the Kedavra Curse on one of the wizards who was weakly breathing.

The faintly breathed wizard disappeared in an instant, without even making a sound.

"6!" Kong Nuo couldn't understand, "What's your situation? I'm here? Why did you attack him?"

"However, that's fine too...and with this death-killing curse, you will have collected all the criminal evidence."

The Death Eaters and the dark wizard looked at each other, and the killing curse, which was enough to kill people, gave them endless confidence again, making them courageous enough to raise their wands.

"It was an accident just now... By the way! This time I must only use the Killing Curse! Don't use other curses!"

"Do it! Do it! Kill him! Our magic is fine!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

The momentum of the second round of magic volley was very strong, and the fierce killing intent rendered the sky into a deep green, and the Dark Mark still hanging on the sky became even more dazzling.

"Very good! That's great! I don't change my nature! I just want this hideous expression!" Kong Nuo's figure kept turning around like lightning, and easily avoided the volley of this round of killing curse.

Before the black wizard and the Death Eaters could react, Konno had already appeared in front of them, and at the same time stretched out his finger and flicked it lightly.

Suddenly, in addition to the sound of flames burning, there was the dull sound of "dong dong" acupuncture.

Those dark wizards and Death Eaters who were still trying to attack found that their companions in front of them suddenly stopped moving, and their fear had already crept in.

"Husband! Say something!" A black wizard's voice was trembling, shaking the wizard in front of him constantly.

It's a pity that Kong Nuo's tall figure had already appeared in front of him, and he felt that the center of his chest and neck were hit by small things like stones.

Immediately afterwards, he discovered a fact that terrified him... His body was no longer in control, and he couldn't make any sound from his throat, as if under a holding spell.

However, no matter how much he resisted, the stiffness in his whole body remained the same, showing no signs of subsiding at all.

To be chosen by Voldemort as part of today's plan, the wizard's own strength is beyond doubt.

However, in the face of Kong Nuo's strange attack, he trembled like a young bird, unable to organize any useful resistance.

In just a few breaths, the combination of black wizards and Death Eaters had already quietly stood in place, like puppets one after another.

Perhaps it would be more appropriate to describe it as a clay figurine.

Fiercefires of various shapes surrounded them, wrapped in a large number of heat waves, and continuously scorched the group of wizards.

They were like ants on a hot pot. Although they were extremely restless, they didn't have the slightest ability to resist.

Kong Nuo walked up to the four tortured wizards, sniffed, frowned and said, "This smells like dung... It seems that you are not a good person either!"

In addition to the unlucky ones who had died as test subjects of the Killing Curse, the five wizards who fell on the ground all had a strong smell of dung.

The smell of this dung egg is unique. Apart from the Weasley twins, there should be no one who would use the precious stinker to make dung eggs.

When Kong Nuo checked the origin of the fallen wizard, the expressions of Barty Jr. and Rookwood in the distance were surprisingly consistent.

They all opened their mouths wide, their eyes full of disbelief.

Facing the killing curse attack like a hail of bullets, Kong Nuo showed unparalleled speed and easily dodged the attack.

In such a short period of time, they could subdue all those dark wizards and Death Eaters with a strange method they couldn't understand.

Not only were they surprised, Voldemort's mental shock was also not light.

Fortunately, the face of this body is relatively stiff, and the real reaction from the heart at this moment does not appear on the face.

"I want to get him! I must get him!" Voldemort's eyes were warm, and the wand he was holding tightly in his hand had sparked out sparks one after another.

"Master! I can go through fire and water for you!" Little Barty immediately knelt down on the ground and said enthusiastically, "Let me deal with him! Master, I am willing to die for you!"

"No! You don't understand!" Voldemort narrowed his eyes and kept taking deep breaths, as if he was encouraging himself.

"Little Barty! You are not qualified! I will attack him directly at the price of this body! Get out of the way!"

After saying that, he bent down abruptly and slammed his wand on the ground.

A coquettish purple flame burst out from the tip of the wand, and the flame quickly spread around, forming a complex and exquisite magic circle.

With just a simple movement, Voldemort's chest began to rise and fall continuously, as if he had just undergone some intense exercise.

Not only that, lines appeared one after another on his skin, and these magic power circuits had a faint gray-black light, which began to flow continuously in his body.

Voldemort's breathing became more and more rapid, like a patient who is coming to the end of his life and is recovering.

His face also became extremely ferocious, his pale skin was like porcelain undergoing high temperature, with numerous cracks blooming finely and densely.

Countless lights and shadows appeared in front of Voldemort's eyes, from his birth to going to school, exploring black magic and then gathering Death Eaters, until he was finally killed by the rebounding Killing Curse.

He is indeed experiencing the revolving lantern of life, and the connection between the soul and this body can only be maintained by the magic wand in his hand.

"Appare Fiendfyre!"

Voldemort squeezed the last bit of strength out of this body, and the magic circle formed of purple flames burst into an extremely bright orange-red light.

As he stood up, he threw the wand to Barty Jr., and just waved his hand to signal them to leave first.

All Fiendfires that appeared in the camp boiled at this moment.

All kinds of animals they transformed were chasing in the direction of Voldemort, as if sensing some kind of call.