Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

Harry felt that the environment around him changed suddenly, and he saw the wizard who looked very similar to Dumbledore again... the owner of the Hog's Head Inn.

He never thought that the sloppy old wizard was so powerful. He had been fighting Voldemort since the beginning and has been fighting until now.

Although he looked much more exhausted than before, it was already amazing that he could hold on for so long.

That was Voldemort, after all.

"No, that's not right..." Harry shook his head.

What he needed now was to find the three-headed snake, not to see what Voldemort was doing.

"Change, change quickly..." Harry kept repeating in his mind, trying to change his perspective in this way and possess the snake.

Unfortunately, this was not something he could control.

Maybe it was because the mind of the Horcrux was weak. Most of the time, Harry could only enter Voldemort's mind through the scar, and only once or twice could he see the snake.

In other words, Harry only has the right to view Voldemort's thoughts, but has no right to choose.

He tried for a long time, taking deep breaths and blinking hard, but he still couldn't change the perspective. Every time he saw the increasingly ugly face of the owner of the Pig's Head Bar.

"No, he can't hold on any longer!" Harry suddenly shouted.

"Harry, what's wrong with you..." Hermione was startled and thought something had happened to Harry, so she hurried forward to check on him.

But Harry said nothing.

At this time, it was too late for him to care about the three-headed snake, but he looked nervously at the picture that appeared in his mind.

Just now, he suddenly saw the owner of the Pig's Head Bar's hand tremble and he almost threw his wand away.

He is no match for Voldemort. If he continues like this, he will be killed sooner or later. Harry can't help but be nervous.

If the owner of the Hog's Head was killed, would anyone be able to resist Voldemort?

"Professor McGonagall, please?" Harry couldn't help but think.

...Yes, of course you can. Professor McGonagall is a powerful wizard who used to be the headmaster of Hogwarts.

Harry tried to convince himself.

But at this moment, his vision suddenly changed...the owner of the Pig's Head Bar disappeared, replaced by a dark starry sky.

In the peripheral of my vision I could still vaguely see the castle’s astronomical tower, but it was getting smaller and smaller.

It was a few seconds before Harry realized that it was Voldemort who had escaped.

Strange, wasn't Voldemort having the upper hand just now?

Why did he run away?

Harry quickly told the others about his discovery. Ron and Hermione opened their mouths in surprise, also a little bit unbelievable.

Kyle said nothing, but quickly ran out of the castle and looked in the direction of the Whomping Willow.

Sure enough, Aberforth was the only one left there, holding his waist and breathing heavily.

As Kyle walked over, he could still hear him mumbling:

"That shameless bastard Albus... actually didn't come out... Just wait, I will definitely break his nose again..."

Kyle paused, then continued walking forward, pretending not to hear the resentment and curses muttered by Aberforth.

It's understandable. After all, he was almost killed by Voldemort just now, so it's normal to have some resentment.

"Mr. Aberforth, you actually defeated Voldemort..." Kyle walked over and cleared his throat, "It seems that no one realizes that you are a more powerful wizard than Professor Dumbledore."

"Hmph!" Aberforth snorted coldly, but his expression looked a little better.

Although he could tell that Kyle's compliments were not sincere, he still liked to hear those words, even though he knew they were false.

"I have done what I promised. Now it all depends on you!" he said. "And I didn't defeat the dark wizard. There was something wrong with his wand."

"Magic wand?" Kyle asked in confusion, "What does this mean?"

"It's just that his wand is wrong. You can't understand such a simple statement?" Aberforth glanced at Kyle and explained patiently: "I can feel that the wand is rejecting him, especially when using powerful magic, this feeling is particularly obvious.

"Just now, the wand even broke, which is why I am still alive."

Aberforth did not hide the fact that he could not defeat Voldemort, or to say that until now, he still felt some lingering fear from the battle just now.

It was an unreasonable strength, far beyond his imagination. In Voldemort's hands, those strange and powerful black magics came easily without the need to chant spells at all...

Judging from the strength of the spell alone, this Voldemort is no worse than Grindelwald from more than seventy years ago.

He almost thought he was going to die here, but luckily the wand betrayed him at the critical moment...

"Let me ask you something," he said suddenly, "Isn't that the Elder Wand in that fellow's hand? Did Albus give it to him?"

"Ah?" Kyle, who was thinking about something, didn't react for a moment, and nodded after a moment.

"It's the Elder Wand, but he stole it."

"The Elder Wand had always been in Professor Dumbledore's hands. Voldemort got the news from somewhere, so he planned a conspiracy and took away the most powerful wand."

"Ha, that's not surprising." Aberforth sneered, "You dared to take that sinister bastard's things, it's not surprising what happened."

"Mr. Aberforth..." Kyle whispered, "He didn't take it. Voldemort used Ollivander to threaten Professor Dumbledore and stole the wand from there."

"What a naive guy." Aberforth muttered, not sure whether he was talking about Kyle or Voldemort.

But he didn't explain, he just changed his hand to hold the wand and limped towards the school.

"Tell Albus that I have done what I promised him and tell him not to bother me again."

He had basically reached his limit, and if Dumbledore had died, he might have chosen to stay here and fight a little longer, but now that Dumbledore was still alive... he would rather go back and see if his goat was scared than to act like a hero here.

But I couldn’t get out through the main gate, so I could only go back to the Pig’s Head Bar through the secret passage in the school.

Kyle didn't stop him.

Voldemort was not so easy to stop, and Aberforth now had to hold the wand tightly to ensure that it did not fall.

In his current state, let alone continuing to fight Voldemort, any additional Death Eaters could kill him.

"Oh, right." Aberforth suddenly thought of something, stopped, turned around and said, "The dark wizard should go to deal with his wand later, you'd better speed up and deal with those debris."

Before Kyle could say anything, he saw Aberforth turn around and leave without looking back.

"What an impatient person." Kyle rubbed his forehead.

But what he said was right. Now we really have to find a way to deal with those Death Eaters.

Kyle looked around.

Currently, the place with the most Death Eaters is in the direction of the school gate, which is also the road that the Thestrals take at the beginning of the school year.

Voldemort got a few giants from somewhere, not many, only five. They should be the giants that had been expelled over the years and were lured here by the Death Eaters.

They rushed to the front carrying thick wooden sticks, trying to break through the defenses of Hogwarts in one go, but were quickly knocked to the ground by the statues in armor guarding the door with long-handled axes.

Including the Death Eaters following behind them, they were basically the same.

With their bodies that were not afraid of magic and weapons laced with the venom of the eight-eyed giant spider, those stone statues in armor were able to withstand the attack of the main force of the Death Eaters.

Of course, the main force here is just the number of people. Those powerful Death Eaters can fly, and they don’t need to follow the large army to attack.

A dark fog filled the sky above Hogwarts Castle, almost blocking out all the moonlight.

Kyle returned to the castle, but Harry and the others were gone. They must have some other plans.

Kyle walked through the hall and went up the stairs... He wanted to find Kanna first, but the castle was already in chaos. It was too difficult to find someone in this situation. Even the two-way mirror did not respond.

When passing the sixth floor, a tapestry was suddenly torn open, and two masked Death Eaters crawled out from it.

"It's you!"

They obviously recognized Kyle, but before they could take out their wands, a huge force pushed them back into the secret passage behind them.

Then, a bare mandrake root fell from the entrance and landed right between the two of them.

"boom!"

Kyle blocked the entrance to the secret passage with a table, and the piercing and sharp cry of the mandrake roots was left inside.

By the way, the table was grabbed by Kyle from the side, and Professor McGonagall was directing them to charge forward with amazing momentum.

Her hair was down and there were a few wounds on her cheeks, but she didn't care at all. She even looked several years younger.

Professor McGonagall glanced at Kyle, saying hello, and then continued to direct the army of tables and chairs to turn a corner, shouting loudly: "Charge!"

"As expected of the head of Gryffindor." Kyle smacked his lips and continued walking upstairs.

He ran through all the floors but didn't find Connor. Instead, he found Bill and Charlie on the eighth floor.

Moreover, the battle here was more intense. Perhaps because it was closer to the Astronomy Tower, many Death Eaters that fell from the sky chose to land here.

This also caused the corridors to be filled with people, with masked and unmasked Death Eaters fighting with teachers and students, and the portraits on both sides were also crowded with people, all shouting advice and cheering them on.

Kyle subconsciously opened the box, then shook his head and closed it after a moment.

No, the scene was too chaotic, with the Death Eaters and Hogwarts students all crowded together. The things in the box were completely useless, so we had to use the most primitive method.

Peeves flew overhead, yelling "ho-ho-ho-ho" and smashing the pods of knotweed on the Death Eaters' heads with all his might.

"You can't do that, Peeves." Kyle shouted, "Go to the fifth greenhouse, there are ironthorn vine pods there, remember to pick the ones with thorns!

"Oh, right, there should still be some of the dung eggs I gave you last time. Don't hide them, take them all out!"

"As ordered!"

Peeves somersaulted twice and floated out of the window, heading straight for the fifth greenhouse.

The pods of the ironthorn vine look similar to sea urchins and are extremely hard. They are much more powerful to use than those of the knotweed vine.

After it left, Kyle took out his wand and pointed it at the Death Eater closest to him. Every time he swung it, a Death Eater was knocked unconscious and fell to the ground.

"Get rid of this first!"

Maybe it was because the noise was too loud, but a masked Death Eater noticed the incredibly efficient Kyle and wanted to gather people to get rid of this troublesome Kyle first.

Kyle raised his wand and swung it hard!

A few seconds later, a picture frame on the left wall suddenly grew larger and hit the Death Eaters' heads hard.