The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

The green light and the flame collided together, as if a grand firework was blooming in the night sky.

The green light was the most powerful black wizard in history, and the flame was derived from the fierce fire after the ancient magic wand was blessed. When the two magic powers collided, the space seemed to freeze for a moment, and then it stirred up a frenzy.

Before the flame lion behind could even get close, it had already been crushed into tiny stars of light. The bright light and shadow illuminated the sky, and the stars and moon hanging in the sky were dimmed.

Under him were gorgeous magic fireworks, and the impact waves generated by the loud collision spread like a sphere. Voldemort's figure stagnated in mid-air. Not only did he not fall, but he immediately waved his wand and flew away, pulling away for a distance to wait for the aftermath to disappear.

"Loren Morgan, although you are still a student who has not graduated, we are old friends. You have ruined my plans and destroyed my Horcruxes many times, but I have never blamed you and never dealt with you. Even if you wanted to kill Wormtail, I would not hesitate to send my loyal servant to you. We have no reason to be hostile.

"Dumbledore is old and can no longer block my magic, so he gave you the Elder Wand and wanted to use you against me..."

"I cherish your talent more than Dumbledore, and I respect your will more than Dumbledore , we will unite and completely conquer death, conquer the whole world, and all the mysteries of magic will be revealed before us. "

Loren was hanging in the air, waiting for the magic storm to subside, and responded loudly: "Then can you show a little more sincerity and tell me about the news of the living Horcrux?"

"..."

Voldemort's eyes were cold, his wrist pressed down and the tip of the wand pointed at Loren who was approaching, and he almost instinctively recited the spell: "[Avada Kedavra]"

The cold magic power surged out like a mountain torrent, and the snakewood wand was infused with a hoarse and shrill hiss.

The green light bloomed again, and the ready-to-go curse did not shoot directly, but paused, like a venomous snake leaning back before biting, and then it rushed out after tightening all its muscles!

The cold green light whistled across the night sky, and the sound of cutting through the air was sharp and piercing.

Staring at the killing curse, I felt that the curse faintly revealed the sharp fangs of a basilisk. Seeing it from a distance, it was as if I was bitten by a venomous snake, which stung my skin slightly and made my hair stand on end.

The gentle evening breeze lifted Loren up to meet him. His figure was light and agile. The improved floating spell, after being blessed by the ancient magic wand in his hand, seemed to have really become a flying spell in ancient magic. The magic wand passed, the space trembled, and it flickered quietly before the killing green light came -

Voldemort floated in the air without haste, shook the magic wand and lightly tapped it. The thick and solid killing curse in front of him, like a giant python, suddenly exploded and shattered into thousands of thin snake-like killing curses, like spring rain, covering the entire area before Loren's figure disappeared, covering the sky and the earth, and it was strict and thorough.

The brain can still think when it is separated from the torso, and the spell can be simply controlled when it is separated from the wand. The change of this killing curse is the technique that Voldemort discovered a few months ago when he broke into the Ministry of Magic and immersed himself in the Department of Mysteries, observing the brain swimming in the tank.

According to his original plan, Dumbledore should be the first to see this technique. However, Loren Morgan's growth rate exceeded his imagination. The combination of that strange Fiendfyre and that strange wand brought him even more pressure than Dumbledore.

When performing Apparition in battle, it is often difficult to take into account the distance while ensuring the casting speed. Only short-range emergency movement can be performed to avoid some single spells. Now the entire area is covered by the killing curse.

"The Philosopher's Stone of the Sage, the Old Wand of the God of Death..."

Voldemort's snake pupils widened, staring at the entire area covered by thousands of killing curses, and a cruel and greedy grin appeared at the corners of his mouth.

But he didn't know that Loren also gained something in the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic. The spatial magic combined with the Apparition activated by the Elder Wand could move a distance far beyond his expectations.

The sound of the air explosion was short and dull. When Loren appeared again, he was already above Voldemort. He borrowed the power from the air, twisted his body, and poured all his magic into the Elder Wand. How to describe this feeling? It was as if the originally surging river was rising and merging into the sea. With Loren's profound control of magic, he actually showed signs of losing control.     The blazing red light suddenly surged!

The out-of-control high-pressure magic in the periphery floated with lightning-like arcs, and the crackling sound of the air tearing was dense as if countless birds were singing in unison. The center point of the magic was over-concentrated and presented a dazzling white color. Voldemort below looked up and looked straight. The dazzling light made the snake pupil shrink into a thin line. The ball of white light burned a dark purple and black hole in the field of vision.

"【Thunderbolt Pierces】

The red and white beam of light descended suddenly.

Accompanied by sharp and piercing whistling bees, the thick rainbow light penetrated the night sky from top to bottom and sank into the spacious flat ground of the abandoned amusement park, followed by the roar of the earth cracking.

The whole area was obviously shaking, and what was even more terrifying was that there was a bottomless hole on the ground.

Loren fell back to the ground and could still feel some residual heat. The surroundings were in a mess. The lawns and shrubs had long been burned to ashes by the flames. The land was charred and brown. There was even magma that had not yet cooled down in the places affected by the flames.

The molten rock and soil on the side walls of the cave gradually cooled down and turned into gray-black hard stones. Wisps of smoke emerged, mixed with black and white, and finally merged into a gray dust haze. Several cracks that gradually became thinner emanated from the edge of the pit, lying on the ground like a torn wound.

Loren looked inside, it was pitch black, and he didn't find any magic. He waited for a while, and the world gradually became silent.

Footsteps suddenly sounded beside him, and Dumbledore came over, stroking his beard, with a smile on his face: "Don't look, Voldemort's silver shield held up for a moment under your piercing spell, and he took the opportunity to escape."

"He Apparated under a powerful spell, and it was a long distance. Even if he didn't die, he was seriously injured."

Loren snorted, quite complacent, and when he was about to be proud, he suddenly stopped. He realized something was wrong and looked up with a surprised expression, "Why didn't you help Harry and the others?"

"Hmm..." Dumbledore pondered for a moment and explained seriously, "I think this duel is more dangerous and needs the professor's attention."

The reason is sufficient and legitimate, very convincing.

"Hiss!"

Loren took a breath of cold air.

Two people have been fighting against dozens of Death Eaters for so long, Professor Snape and Harry won't be dead, right?

Looking up at the calm old principal, Loren felt relieved. It seemed that nothing was wrong, otherwise he would not be so calm.

"Childish, he is over a hundred years old..."

Loren shook his head, waved his wand, and cast a lot of Transfiguration spells.

The messy ground surged like a lake, cracks closed, deep holes collapsed, stones sank into the ground, soil turned to the surface, and the remaining green grass in the distance began to spread.

A scene full of vitality.