Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 128
It wasn't Dumbledore's puppet who fought Voldemort first.

When he walked out of the secret room, it was the familiar Professor Flitwick who gave him a head-on blow.

"I don't think that's necessary, Dean Flitwick."

As Voldemort said, he used the Restoring Curse to meet the Disarming Curse, and then the Disarming Curse exploded on the spot with a "snap", and the Restoring Curse flickered for a moment, returning to Voldemort with almost no consumption.

"Repair spell defense? Strange... This is a clever idea, I haven't seen anyone use it like this before." Dean Flitwick looked very complicated, but he still commented on Voldemort's magic.

"Botu, Dean, if you can't have a deeper understanding of this cursed Botu, you're courting death." Voldemort said in his mouth, holding up his wand, trying to bypass Flitwick and leave.

"I can't let you go," Flitwick said.

"You can't beat me, don't force me to use black magic against you, you know I respect you very much." Voldemort said in a deep voice.

Flitwick hesitated, but at this moment, a few puppets sprang out from behind Voldemort—Dumbledore's attack came.

"Stand back and defend, go to the front door of the castle and stop him, Flitwick, I will defeat him." Dumbledore's voice came from the secret room on the fourth floor.

"Yes, Dumbledore."

Flitwick seemed to let out a sigh of relief, then he gave Voldemort a complicated look, and turned to leave.

"How many professors are waiting for me at the gate of the castle, Albus, are you going to keep me?"

As Voldemort spoke, he scanned the corridor on the fourth floor. There was not a single student here. Obviously, Dumbledore had already made sufficient preparations.

"You can't go, Tom, I think we can still communicate, maybe I can help you ask the Ministry of Magic to save you from the dementor's kiss." Dumbledore said.

"Dementors..."

Voldemort murmured softly, stepped back step by step until he reached the corner, and then quickly turned and left - he didn't think it was necessary to fight Dumbledore, it was not a wise choice.

"Shen Feng has no shadow."

A sharp, invisible spell struck, Voldemort's wand shook, and the magic restoration spell that was most connected to him was ejected, collided with the God's Edge spell, and both exploded.

"Snape, are you sure you want to fight me?"

Voldemort said solemnly, looking at the big bat not far away - he controlled his tone, which was a stern tone exclusive to Voldemort.

"I……"

Snape froze in place. For a moment, he saw Quirrell as Voldemort, but soon this illusion disappeared, and then there was a long silence.

"He had 1 reasons to kill you, Tom, you hurt him, be gentle with him."

Dumbledore came up from behind, chattering endlessly.

Voldemort glared at Dumbledore dissatisfied. Even if Lin Zuo's emotions took the high ground, he was already tired of encountering enemies one after another.

"If you don't allow me to leave quietly..." Voldemort said angrily, "then I can only make a big fuss."

Dumbledore didn't answer, just waved his wand, and the armor on the left and right of the corridor immediately moved into action, trying to surround Voldemort.

"Shen Feng has no shadow."

Snape threw out another God's Edge Charm, and then threw out many other spells - but there was no black magic among them, was he hesitating?
"I want to go quietly."

Voldemort twisted his wrist nimbly, and his wand made a "swish swish" sound, pushing Snape's attack away, "But it seems that you want me to leave with a bang."

After he finished speaking, without any hesitation, his body twisted violently, at least seven or eight spells were drawn, and he went straight towards Snape in various strange arcs.

"Tom, are you going to kill him?"

Dumbledore yelled from behind as the golems charged - the first time they had come at Voldemort.

"You forced me."

Voldemort roared, and suddenly he grasped his wand and shook it violently...

The Botu of the Repairing Curse surged out in an instant, and the puppets touched disintegrated one after another—the ripples rippled around the corridor, and the scrolls and walls also burst.

Dumbledore's eyes widened in surprise, he had no idea that the Restoring Curse could be so destructive.

"You've been developing Porto's destructive power, haven't you?" Dumbledore asked in surprise, "You study it to destroy everything, don't you?"

"Not really."

Taking advantage of the moment when the puppet collapsed, Voldemort cast several spells at Dumbledore, and then threw the repair spell wave map on a wall, directly causing the wall to collapse.

"I want to study the characteristics of time and space. If you find this characteristic in any spell, you can tell me. Also, go and save Snape."

After the words fell, Voldemort's figure disappeared into the hollow, and then the damaged wall recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye—during this process, Voldemort didn't even shake his wand, which shows how terrifying he was controlling Porto.

"Snape, are you all right?"

Dumbledore's puppets had recovered, Voldemort's attack just temporarily dispersed them, they had detoured to chase Voldemort, and Dumbledore stayed where they were.

Snape blocked almost all the spells, except for the Throat Cutting Curse, which was only weakened, but not completely blocked, which resulted in a horrible wound on the left side of his neck, from which blood was trickling out.

"The potion can delay the damage, I can't die, you go after him." Snape said calmly.

Dumbledore nodded, pointing his wand at his throat, and then his voice spread throughout the school: "The deans return to their lounges to guard the students. Other professors who are good at dueling, please go to the castle to search for... Quirrell."

"He ran away?" Mag asked a few students out of the secret room behind.

Hermione's eyes lit up after hearing her question.

"Not yet." Dumbledore responded to him, hesitating for a while, and spoke again to the whole school, "The rest of the professors guard the main entrance of the castle and don't let him hide in the Forbidden Forest."

At this point, Dumbledore, who had arranged everything, began to chase Voldemort in great strides, and his method of finding Voldemort was very simple-the portraits on the wall were excitedly leading him the way.

"He passed through the Charms classroom, Headmaster," said Sir Cadogan, running through the portrait, "on his way to the prize room."

"Thank you, Sir Cadogan," said Dumbledore, waving his wand, and the golems running ahead of him began to turn around towards the prize room.

"The latest news, principal." Another figure appeared in the portrait, "That person has broken through the roof on the fourth floor and went directly to the library on the fifth floor."

"library?"

Dumbledore stopped in surprise, he couldn't understand why Voldemort ran upstairs, it was a dead end.

After thinking for a while, Dumbledore flicked his wand and let more than half of the puppets walk to the first floor—he felt that Voldemort was tempting him to go up, and then returned downstairs to escape.

"Dumbledore, do you need my help?" McGonagall asked before leading the child away.

"No, you go to the Gryffindor lounge, the children need protection." Dumbledore said loudly.

Mag nodded, and walked towards the Gryffindor lounge with three children with different expressions.

At this time, all the children in the entire castle were curiously hiding in their respective lounges. They had no idea what happened, but the noise from the school made them very excited.

Perhaps, if they knew that Voldemort was wreaking havoc in the castle, they would not be so excited.

　Three chapters tomorrow, the finale of the first volume, those three chapters have been changed and rewritten three times...a total of five chapters have been written in these three days...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)