Hogwarts: I am the White Lord

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In the dim night, a tall and thin figure slowly emerged from the bushes. He clapped his hands softly and walked slowly towards the giant camp.

His dark wizard robe almost blended into the night, and only his scarlet eyes emitted a cold light in the darkness.

Mystery man?!

Hagrid's pupils suddenly shrank, and he froze in place. His breathing became rapid and heavy, as if an invisible hand had pinched his throat, and every breath was extremely difficult.

Why is he here?

When did he come?

If he had appeared when we were delivering gifts to the giant tribe, then Olim and I...

This thought struck Hagrid's mind like thunder, and he shuddered unconsciously. He was not afraid of death, but he was worried that his goddess might die in vain.

Just as his thoughts were in turmoil, a hand gently pulled his arm.

"Hagrid," Madame Maxime whispered with a hint of urgency, her voice so low that it was almost inaudible, "let's step back and not disturb Sebastian."

Hagrid nodded and moved back involuntarily, but his eyes always stayed on that frightening figure.

Voldemort didn't care about the little actions of Hagrid and the other man. He walked calmly, as if strolling in the garden, and went straight towards Sebastian.

His snake face was as pale as death, but he always had a creepy smile on his face.

"Sebastian, you are such an interesting person. To be honest, I have never met anyone as interesting as you."

"You covered your fists with distilled essence. Are you trying to avoid getting hurt, or are you trying to show your kindness to these giants?"

"To be honest, there are many times when I want to open your brain and see what's inside and why there are so many wonderful ideas."

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, Lord Dark Lord, but I have no intention of offering my head."

Sebastian narrowed his eyes, his tone a little amused: "By the way, have you rested well? You must be exhausted from Apparating for such a long distance, right?"

"I still want to have a good fight with you to verify my progress. Don't be like these giants. You fall down before I even put in any effort."

"How about you rest for a while? Don't worry, I will never attack you by surprise."

This was not a provocation from Sebastian. In his magical perception, Voldemort's magic power was constantly fluctuating, and he looked like he was overexerting himself.

No wonder. The distance between the Giant Tribe and London is so far that Apparition is simply not possible, even if the opponent is Voldemort.

Without the Phoenix, it would take at least three or four Apparitions for Lao Fu to get here.

Sebastian didn't want to fight with old Volta in this state at all. The reason was simple: he was worried that the dragon bone wand would not satisfy him enough and he would waste this opportunity.

You know, Voldemort is now hiding very hard, and Dumbledore has never called him out even though he has called his name every day. This time he is completely relying on McNeill's help.

In fact, Voldemort really needed a rest. After receiving McNeill's call, he rushed over immediately, and he was indeed a little tired at this time.

Because of this, he had never shown up before, but only watched Sebastian showing off his power through the woods.

"What a clumsy provocation!" Voldemort chuckled, with a sarcastic arc on the corner of his mouth.

His pace never stopped, and as the distance shortened, violent magic power surged out of his body like a huge wave, rushing towards Sebastian one after another.

The murderous intent in the air almost solidified into substance, and the temperature in the giant camp dropped a few degrees.

"Sebastian, what gives you the confidence to provoke me again and again?"

Voldemort's eyes passed over the dragon bone wand in Sebastian's hand, and he said with a smile: "Is it the wand in your hand?"

"Of course it's my own strength, Lord Dark Lord." Sebastian smiled slightly and raised the dragon bone wand to show Voldemort in all directions.

"As for this wand, I had it custom-made by Mr. Ollivander. Do you like it?"

Sebastian smacked his lips, a trace of regret on his face: "What a pity, Mr. Ollivander is in the new city of Hogsmeade, he probably won't have time to make a custom wand for you."

“Custom-made?” Voldemort smiled and shook his head, his sarcasm evident in his words. “It smells like a lie! Ollivander doesn’t have the ability to make such a powerful wand. Don’t use such a clumsy lie to deceive people.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Voldemort waved his wand and a spell glowing green shot out.

"Avada Kadawa!"

Sebastian, who had been prepared, dodged the incoming spell easily. He grinned, with a hint of excitement in his tone: "Since you don't want to rest, let me accompany you to exercise."

Just as Sebastian opened his mouth, a sudden warning sign appeared in Voldemort's mind. He turned his head sharply and saw that ferocious figure appeared beside him.

Apparate in combat!

Voldemort's pupils shrank sharply. Sebastian's speed was completely beyond his expectations. You know, last time, Sebastian only relied on the dragon man's strong body to deal with him, and did not use Apparition.

In a flash, Sebastian's fist hit Voldemort's face like a meteorite.

Voldemort instinctively waved his wand, and a silver shield appeared in front of him in an instant.

boom--

A deafening collision echoed throughout the valley. The silver shield was directly blown away by Sebastian's heavy punch and disappeared into the depths of the night sky right beside Voldemort's ear.

Almost at the same time, a red light as thick as an arm gathered from the dragon bone wand and struck Voldemort's chest like lightning.

Voldemort felt his scalp tingling, and a rare look of panic appeared on his ferocious face. Only then did he feel a trace of regret in his heart. He felt that he was a little too arrogant this time because his condition was not perfect.

Without time to think, he decisively turned into a black smoke, narrowly avoiding the oncoming spell, and then soared into the sky.

"My Lord Dark Lord, are you going to have another aerial battle?"

Sebastian narrowed his eyes, sensing the excitement coming from the dragon bone wand. He raised the corners of his mouth, fluttered his wings, and turned into a stream of light to chase after it.

"In that case, I will accompany you to the end!"