The Wizard Supreme at Hogwarts

Chapter 125 Soul Blast
Voldemort was outraged.

For ten years, he hadn't breathed fresh air through his nose.

Finally, I waited for a young man who was easy to fool in Albania, leaned over him, and felt the long-lost feeling of breathing through my nostrils.

Unexpectedly, not long after, the nose was blasted into pieces with a curse, who could bear it?
The ice crystals continued to split and grow behind Nuo Lin, and gradually spread to the floor and ceiling. The temperature in the room dropped suddenly, and the cold air overflowed.

"You really know how to pick your time, Professor Quirrell. In the Forbidden Forest, too, and now, when Dumbledore is not around. Are you so afraid of him?"

Norin raised his eyebrows, felt the temperature around him, looked at the horrific wound on Voldemort's face, and said sarcastically.

"Childish and superficial brat, you don't understand anything..."

Voldemort no longer cared about the shattered nose. After so many years of wandering experience, this level of pain was nothing compared to it.

After he said something coldly, he stopped talking nonsense.As soon as he raised his wand, the ice crystals on the ceiling condensed into icicles, which crackled like falling rain and covered Nolin's head.

There is black air lingering faintly on the icicles, which is obviously some kind of profound black magic.

"Vulcan clears the way!"

Nuolin narrowed his eyes slightly, and his right hand drew a very large arc in front of him, and the red line of fire came out in response, and the moment it swam forward, it suddenly expanded several times, fiercely meeting the falling icicle .

"laugh--"

A large amount of water vapor made the room foggy, and the figures of the two were a little hazy for a while.The icicles melted away, but the line of fire continued unabated, roaring and sweeping forward.

Noreen waved his wand again, the movement couldn't be said to be fast or slow, but it gave off a wonderful rhythm.

"Winter's Wrath!"

The ice crystals in the room slowly loosened, the icicles fused and reorganized, and finally turned into an ice sword, stabbing Voldemort in the mist with precision and grace.

Voldemort's face was extremely ugly. He never expected that the little wizard who thought he could catch him would have such outrageous strength, and now he used his magic to deal with him.

Were all Yaxleys this troublesome?
Voldemort was slightly thrown off his feet by this Ice Fire Dragon Drill, he thought angrily, the wand was connected.Three black flames shining with strange light appeared on the way of FireWire and Bingjian.

Heiyan attached to it silently, the ice sword crackled, and was corroded until the ice crystals slid off piece by piece and disintegrated in mid-air.

The other black flame is like a small black hole, the fire wires are all drilled into the black flame, as if being swallowed by a bottomless pit.

Voldemort's face turned even paler. He stared at Noreen, and suddenly said:
"You are very strong, only slightly inferior to me at this age. You can follow me, and I will give you eternal life."

A question mark appeared in Nuo Lin's head, and he almost couldn't hold back his laughter on the spot.

"Eternal life? Just rely on your homeless dog?"

"How dare you! Do you know who I am?" Voldemort was furious, his pupils were frighteningly red, and he said furiously,

"In the magic world back then, the only place to crawl in fear was under my majesty..."

Nuolin smiled, and just about to answer the conversation, a warning sign rose in his heart that made his hair stand on end.His whole body was covered in cold hair, and he half-kneeled on the ground, his wand pressed hard against the ground, and a blazing red light burst out.

A black flame quietly appeared at the bottom of his feet, colliding with the red light.The ground cracked and exploded, and the temperature in the room rose to an unbearable level.

After the blow, Norin jumped back immediately, with a vigilant look on his face, and secretly reflected in his heart.

I was careless, such a superficial tactic of slapping the east and the west almost fell into the trap.How could a dark wizard like Voldemort say such insignificant nonsense in battle.

Voldemort's face darkened again, and he felt an urge to curse.It doesn't matter if the strength is ridiculously strong, and the consciousness is too sharp. Has Hogwarts education developed to this level in the past ten years?
Noreen kept staring at Voldemort, took out a bottle of magic recovery potion with his left hand, bit off the cork and drank it down.Feeling the magic power in his body gradually filling, he grinned at Voldemort, but there was a hint of sternness in his eyes.

"Call God Guard!"

Norin shouted softly, and clusters of silver smoke overflowed, and in the blink of an eye, a guardian angel with wings on his back and a perfect face and a long sword appeared behind him.

The Patronus Charm is not only the best choice to deal with dementors, but also has a significant restraint effect on Voldemort, who is still a wandering spirit in essence.

"Come on, Kyle!"

Norin temporarily chose a name for the Patronus, and shouted wildly, raising his wand in his hand, "Thunderbolt explodes!"

The guardian angel raised his eyes slightly, and his eyes were indifferent like ordinary people.It glanced indifferently at Voldemort, who had a strange face in front of him, lifted the long sword, and appeared in front of Voldemort the next moment.

The long sword glowed with silver light, as if it wanted to cut the soul of the person in front of it into two pieces.

At the same time, Norlin's Blasting Curse also came out, and the magic power contained in it was so violent that Voldemort had no doubt that once it was hit, Quirrell's body would explode instantly.

In the blink of an eye, Voldemort had to make an aggrieved and helpless choice: escape.

After returning without success in the Forbidden Forest, Quirrell's body suffered great overdraft damage, and the strength he could exert after leaning over was less than one-tenth of Voldemort's body.

He thought it would be more than enough to take down this little wizard, but the reality gave him a slap in the face and beat him to the point of bleeding.

Voldemort took a deep look at Noreen, and the moment the long sword was about to hit him, his body suddenly turned into a cloud of black smoke.

Norlin's blasting spell passed through the black smoke and hit the wall directly behind the smoke. The gravel exploded and sunlight shone in through the crack.

The black smoke did not stop, and quickly escaped towards the crack.

"Want to go?"

Norin saw his intention at a glance, sneered, and shouted:

"Soul explosion!"

There seemed to be countless invisible tiny needles in the air, densely stuck in the black smoke, and in the next second, all the small needles exploded, which seemed to shake the air into ripples.

There was an extremely shrill scream from the black smoke, the smoke was so light that it was almost transparent, and it struggled to fly to the sky without being seen.

Nuoling let out a foul breath, hugged his head, and resisted the severe pain in his head.

The spell just now was an improved version of the soul magic he had figured out. It was still too much for him to cast such a large range of soul magic at once.

As expected of Voldemort, this failed to keep him.

Norin sat on the ground, unwillingly looking at the sky outside the tower.

In the room, the gorgeous mirror was undamaged, and the frame shone with a golden luster under the sunlight.

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(End of this chapter)