Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

quiet……

At this moment, the chaotic battlefield suddenly became quiet. Both Professor McGonagall and the Death Eaters put down their wands strangely and looked towards the center of the battlefield at the same time.

A gust of wind blew by, bringing with it an extremely strong and pungent smell, like the smell of manure that had been fermenting in an underground storage room for a week and was finally exposed to the sun.

"vomit……"

Every wizard present felt a little uncomfortable in their stomach, even Professor Sprout, who was dealing with manure.

But they held back, especially the Death Eaters, who kept their mouths tightly shut and showed no discomfort on their faces.

Because this smell came from the head of their great Dark Lord, they had a premonition that if they vomited it out at this time, they would definitely die...

As for other people, they might think it's impolite to laugh at this time.

The Dark Lord on the battlefield was also confused. Although he had no nose, it didn't mean he had no sense of smell.

The stench was so invasive that it went straight to the top of his head, and at the same time stimulated his increasingly fragile nerves.

"puff……"

Two suppressed laughs came from the crowd.

"Ugh...you big bastard...you're so awesome!"

"You are indeed the one, Kyle!"

Fred and George gave a thumbs up to express their admiration for Kyle.

They were truly convinced, the kind that prostrated themselves before him.

In the past few decades, there were quite a few wizards who dared to confront Voldemort head-on...such as Dumbledore and the professors of Hogwarts, and the people of the Order of the Phoenix, most of whom dared to draw their wands against Voldemort.

However, Kyle was definitely the first person to throw a dung ball at Voldemort's head.

More importantly, he succeeded.

Fred and George subconsciously looked in the direction of Voldemort, their eyes fixed on the yellow liquid on his head.

One has to admit that the smell was really intoxicating. Although they were both wizards best at making dung eggs, they still felt amazed.

This was definitely made by Kyle himself. The main ingredient, stinkweed, seemed to have been stimulated by some unknown potion, giving off an even more extreme smell that even the wind couldn't blow away.

The color of the juice left after the explosion seemed to have been upgraded. Even in the dark night, it could not cover up the glaring yellow.

"Ugh!" Fred and George couldn't help but vomit again.

This sound seemed to have ignited a fuse.

Voldemort exploded and pointed his wand at Kyle like a madman. Green light lingered on the tip of the wand and gradually lengthened.

"Merlin's beard..." Kyle was startled.

The main reason was that it was the first time he had seen this special arc-shaped killing curse, which was like a semicircle with a diameter of ten feet.

But shouldn't the killing spell be a single-target magic? This is already considered a group attack, right? The range has been increased by at least several hundred times!

There's definitely no way to avoid this!

Kyle broke out in a cold sweat and instinctively shouted, "Fox!"

Almost at the same time, the phoenix on his shoulder suddenly spread its wings and flames burned all over its body.

With a whoosh, the arc-shaped killing curse pierced through Kyle's waist, splashing a few flames.

At the critical moment, Fox was faster and teleported away from the spot with Kyle in time.

But the people behind Kyle were not so lucky.

Whether they were Death Eaters, Aurors, or Striker, they all fell to the ground like wheat being cut.

Farther away, Slughorn looked at the green light gradually disappearing in front of him, his legs went limp, and he sat down on the ground.

Three inches. The killing curse just now was only three inches away from him at most...

If he hadn't drunk that elixir before the battle, he might have been in the same situation as the person in front of him.

Slughorn wiped the sweat from his forehead and raised his head tremblingly.

In front of him, there were at least thirty wizards lying in a mess, most of them were Death Eaters. They seemed to have wanted to attack Kyle from behind, but they were caught in one fell swoop.

"No, it's not safe here!" Slughorn got up from the ground.

Both the Felicis Felix and his instincts were telling him to run, no matter where he went, the farther away from Kyle and Voldemort the better.

Slughorn was a man who listened to advice, so he ran towards the castle without any hesitation, while comforting himself in his heart...

Although the battle outside was important, it was equally urgent to deal with the Death Eaters in the castle. He just changed the place to fight.

On the other side of the battlefield, just as Fox and Kyle appeared on the other side of the field, the second arc-shaped killing curse followed closely behind.

But compared to just now, this time the killing curse seemed a little smaller, and the speed was not so exaggerated. Kyle was once again taken away by Fox and disappeared on the spot.

The cooperation is quite tacit.

The third time, what was waiting for Kyle turned into a normal killing curse.

This time he didn't even need Fox's help, he dodged it on his own.

And Kyle also discovered a very critical situation. Voldemort's old wand seemed to be broken...

Well...it can’t be said that it was broken, but even he heard a very crisp clicking sound.

In the light of the fire, Kyle could clearly see two long cracks appearing out of thin air on the old wand. Now only one-third of the wand was left supporting it, and it might be completely broken with the slightest force.

Under normal circumstances, this kind of wand should never be used again.

No wonder Voldemort used the normal Killing Curse this time. Kyle guessed that the two cracks were caused when he used the large-scale Killing Curse.

If it happened again, the Elder Wand would probably be completely scrapped, and Voldemort would certainly be reluctant to part with it.

But Kyle is willing to...

"The Divine Edge is Shadowless!"

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

"Retreat the enemy three feet!"

……

Various spells were continuously bombarded at Voldemort. He subconsciously raised his wand and condensed a shield in front of him, blocking all of Kyle's spells.

"Click..."

There was another small sound, and the already tattered old wand broke again, leaving only about a quarter of it.

“Damn it!” Voldemort felt terrible and picked up a wand from the ground.

Under Kyle's deliberate control, quite a few Death Eaters were affected by his two Killing Curses. Their wands fell to the ground and could be seen everywhere.

"Restored to the original condition!"

Kyle looked at Voldemort's actions and felt like laughing.

Using an ordinary wand to repair the Elder Wand was something Voldemort had the idea of... Oh, Merlin's beard...

As Kyle looked on in disbelief, the cracks on the Old Wand began to slowly close, and in just a few seconds it was restored to its original state.

"This isn't magic..." Kyle yelled in his mind.

How can an ordinary wand repair the Old Wand? It's like a hammer made of tofu can't hammer an iron nail. This is an essential difference.

but……

Kyle looked at Voldemort and suddenly realized something.

Is it because of Voldemort?

Kyle was confused, but he raised his wand again.

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

The two spells collided in the air again, splashing out a ball of magical sparks.

"I admit that you are a little clever, but it's over..." Voldemort said coldly: "I will kill you."

"It doesn't matter." Kyle looked at him nonchalantly, "I just saw the juice flow into your mouth, how does it taste?

"Oh, and maybe your followers will have to change their name to Shit Eaters."

Kyle's voice had a hint of gloating.

In fact, he did not see the juice of the dung egg flow into Voldemort's mouth. Those things did not exist for a few seconds before they were cleaned up by Voldemort.

But that didn't stop him from saying that.

Anyway, there were only two of them around, so who knew whether it was true or not.

Kyle guessed that even Voldemort himself didn't know. He was stunned the moment the dung ball exploded. How could he have the mood to feel where the juice was?

"You...damn it!"

After a brief silence, Voldemort exploded again, and the splashing sparks of magic gradually moved towards Kyle.

Kyle raised his other hand out of habit.

But this time Voldemort was prepared and calmly dodged the spikes on the ground.

"Do you think the same method can work twice?" Voldemort sneered.

"I knew it was impossible to succeed, so I was just lying to you." Kyle said with a smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, Voldemort saw a flower pot falling from the sky and landing right in front of him.

The exposed grass leaves seemed to be grabbed by something, and an ugly thing with a human face was pulled out of the pot.

The next second, the thing seemed to realize that it had left the warm and comfortable soil, and it suddenly opened its mouth.

"what!"

The sharp cries of the mandrake roots once covered the entire battlefield. Although they were partially offset by the surrounding explosions and roars, they still caused many wizards with weaker endurance to faint on the spot.

Oh, and Voldemort.

The mandrake was practically screaming in his face, and he had no place to hide.

The scarlet pupils brightened and Voldemort also let out a painful scream. At the same time, the magic spark that was about to hit Kyle was quickly pushed away and hit Voldemort directly.

Unfortunately, Voldemort forcibly cut off his magic at the critical moment and activated the Shield Charm.

"boom!"

After a violent explosion, Voldemort stood there covered in dust and gasping for breath.

It was obvious that the hasty Armor Spell did not completely offset the damage of the Explosive Spell. He was still injured, and blood dripped down his left hand and onto the ground.

Kyle didn't give Voldemort time to breathe. Before the explosion ended, he threw out more than a dozen pots of Mandrake.

Voldemort waved his wand and conjured up a huge fire snake. The mandrakes were burned to ashes before they could even scream.

"Lihuo? I can do it too!" Kyle's eyes lit up.

A giant fire dragon appeared above the snake's head and started fighting with it.

Sparks flew around the two huge fire creatures, forcing the other wizards to move to a farther place again.

After all, it was the fierce fire that was falling down, and it would be troublesome if you were accidentally affected.

Voldemort looked solemn. Although he already knew that Kyle was difficult to deal with when he was in the Hexagonal Islands, he seemed to have become even more difficult this time.

Moreover, his Horcrux was also destroyed. At such a close distance, the pain of his soul being crushed was extremely clear, which also made him feel extremely irritated.

This can't go on!

Voldemort dodged a group of twisted vines, turned into a black mist and floated into the air, and gave orders to all the Death Eaters around him.

"kill him!"

Barty Crouch Jr. was the first to react. He left his father without any hesitation and turned to release the Killing Curse at Kyle.