Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 129 Let's fight and get rid of the Dark Lord

"Good evening, Mrs. Pince."

Voldemort smiled and greeted Mrs. Pince who was standing still.

"If I leave with a few banned books - in a dishonorable way - will they be destroyed?"

When it came to books, Mrs. Pince finally came out of her sluggishness and fear. She said angrily, "Don't do that, Quirrell, there are magic in books, if..."

"alright, I got it."

Voldemort nodded, and walked quickly out of the library under her gaze.

Mrs. Pince: ...

As soon as Voldemort walked out of the library, he saw Dumbledore standing not far away.

"Are you a mouse? Tom, the castle is full of holes because of you." Dumbledore said dissatisfiedly, while waving his wand, several puppets blocked Voldemort back and forth.

"Are we going to a decisive battle now? Albus." Voldemort observed the situation while weighing the pros and cons.

The magic power in his body is rapidly depleting, and it is not easy to destroy the castle with a repair spell, but he can fight Dumbledore...

Even if he regained his body, the battle was only fifty-fifty, not to mention that this was still Dumbledore's home field, so Voldemort was not as calm as he appeared - escaping from here was his first goal.

"I still want to talk to you, but that's after I've got you."

Dumbledore was no longer relentless, he waved his wand, and cast several spells, so that Voldemort had no chance to escape.

At the same time, magic puppets also attacked Voldemort.

"Don't think about using Porto's golden body, Tom." Dumbledore said offensively, "I will also use Porto, be careful that I will affect it and trap you in it."

Voldemort resisted a wave of spells, and when he looked up, he saw a puppet with a bronze mirror face. He looked a bit like a miniature version of the metal David, and a magical scene shone in the bronze mirror face.

"Fractured."

Voldemort tried to destroy him, but the golem evaded his magic with extraordinary flexibility and came at him.

Melee combat is not what Voldemort is good at. Even if you have learned melee combat for a while, you can fight a bronze David—unless he is crazy.

"Restored as before."

This was the first time he had uttered this spell since learning Botu.

The curse drew an arc and hit the bronze David, turning him into a magic mirror in an instant, and then knocked it upside down on the ground.

"Boom."

Between casting magic, Voldemort bowed his head and turned around, dodging another puppet's heavy punch, which hit the castle wall, sending stones flying.

"Stop, Albus, do you want to destroy the castle?"

As Voldemort spoke, his wand moved, and several spells hit Dumbledore, but Dumbledore put a huge iron armor curse in front of him, directly blocking all his attacks...

The advantage of the ultra-long blue bar is fully exposed, and the old bee does not need to micromanage at all.

"damn it."

Voldemort cursed angrily, and under the attack of the three puppets, he directly used Porto's golden body.

Dumbledore immediately cast a repair spell, trying to affect Voldemort's Porto, but the purple-gold light bypassed the puppet one step faster and fled up the stairs.

"You're at a dead end, Tom, what are you going to do?"

Dumbledore was not in a hurry, he just questioned loudly, while waving his wand at the wall.

The curse moved quickly in the wall, surpassing the purple-gold light in an instant, and entering a sculpture on the wall in front.

The cursed statue suddenly jumped down and hit the purple-gold spell directly.

Suddenly, Voldemort could only escape from the golden body.

The footsteps were a little sloppy, and the golden body still consumed too much energy—but at least it was much stronger than before, like a serious illness.

"Boom~Boom~Boom~~"

Three statues in a row jumped off the wall, without giving Voldemort a chance to breathe, and surrounded him again.

Voldemort waved his wand again and again, breaking several puppets, but he didn't use the repair spell. The golden body just now made his ripple operation fluctuate, and he needed time to recover.

"You can't run anymore, what are you still struggling for?"

Dumbledore hangs behind, not casting a spell—Voldemort's refusal to use the Killing Curse made him curious, and the path he chose to run up...

That was courting death, and Dumbledore was in no hurry.

Voldemort didn't have time to talk to him, the strengths of the two were not at the same level at all, using Quirrell's body, he didn't even have the qualifications to fight Dumbledore head-on.

Do you need to give up your body... Voldemort had such an idea in his mind, but he quickly rejected it.

I have come to the stairs on the sixth floor, there is no reason not to fight, as long as I get to the eighth floor, enter there...

Destroying a puppet with great difficulty, Voldemort escaped from the siege, while throwing a few spells at Dumbledore to delay his steps, and then move on.

After that...

"Boom~Boom~Boom~~"

Three more statues jumped from the wall, and Voldemort was held back once more.

Step by step, step by step, transforming spell...

Old Deng, how much do you prefer the Transfiguration Curse?

Voldemort thought he was going crazy - for a moment he wanted to try it, but gave up after hesitation.

"Restored as before."

Throwing all the magic outside his body at Lao Deng at the same time, Voldemort used the repairing curse ripple again, and the powerful ripple instantly controlled the state of the three puppets, directly breaking them into pieces.

Regardless of his physical discomfort, Voldemort used all his strength and ran up the stairs.

Holding up the exaggerated Iron Armor Curse, Dumbledore pushed all of Voldemort's curses horizontally, and then followed Voldemort's footsteps and walked slowly...

That unhurried pace made Voldemort's teeth itch with hatred—but one day the dragon will come to the rescue, Lao Deng, you wait.

Filled with resentment, Voldemort worked his way up, waving his wand from time to time, casting one spell after another in an attempt to stop Dumbledore.

But the effect was not great, and at the same time Dumbledore would wave his wand from time to time, causing a few puppets to pop up in front of him to block the way.

From the sixth floor to the eighth floor, there were not many steps in total, but this short journey gave Voldemort the illusion that "this road is not leading".

"Tom, stop, let's talk." Dumbledore's voice came from below.

Voldemort kept his mouth shut and kept waving his wand against the puppet. He didn't want to talk to Dumbledore.

"Have you been in contact with the vampires? Are they going to take refuge in you?" Dumbledore asked below, but still got no answer.

Voldemort turned the corner of the seventh floor, Dumbledore was still walking unhurriedly with him a whole flight of stairs away, and suddenly a huge monster appeared above the stairs in front of Voldemort...

It's Hagrid.

"Help me, Hagrid, I'm exhausted."

Voldemort's voice was flat, the same as before, as if the two puppets chasing after him didn't seem to exist.

He stretched out his hands straight forward, looking at Hagrid calmly.

"Okay, Quirrell."

As Hagrid said, he stretched out his long arm and tugged gently, allowing Voldemort to escape from the pincers of the two puppets and come to his side.

The next moment, Dumbledore came out from the corner of the stairs, just in time to see this scene...

The old man was taken aback.

Hagrid: "..."

(End of this chapter)