Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 478
The enemy was preparing for battle, and so was Hogwarts' side.

The entire battlefield has not yet entered the final duel, but sporadic battles are constantly going on.

It was Voldemort, flashing behind the terminator like a hardworking bee chasing a stamen.

Every time it appears, the terminator will be destroyed, and the dull sound of sniper rifles will resound on the battlefield.

Countless people watched his flickering figure, and their eyes became extremely complicated.

The eyes of those who follow him, fear him, and believe in him are full of firmness and perseverance.

At this moment, they are extremely proud and proud.

And those who hated him, hated him, and hated him also had different colors in their eyes.

People are always complicated. In the crisis, they saw another side of Voldemort.

And the enemy also cast admiring eyes on Voldemort.

Just because of that lonely figure, but there was a hesitation, a negligence, and an accident.

Under the solo dance, there is only death.

"Hoohoo~~"

The clouds gathered, the wind picked up, and the snowflakes began to slowly fall.

"call."

Voldemort's figure suddenly appeared three meters away from a terminator. Such a distance caught the snipers off guard, but the excellent soldier instinctively took a shot.

"Boom."

The bullet whistled, piercing the sky like a sharp sword, and pointed directly at Voldemort's chest.

"call."

Voldemort's figure turned and flew into the air. The tattered cloak was full of bullet holes and scratches, rolling up countless scattered snowflakes.

"Whoosh."

Another hole was filled in the cloak, but Porto had already been pushed out of Voldemort's hand.

"Boom~~"

With a muffled sound, another termination machine exploded on the spot, and even the operator next to the collapsed flew three to five meters away.

"Whoosh."

Back on the castle again, Voldemort gasped heavily.

Unlike the use of magic spells, flying spells require physical support.

When adjusting the direction, in addition to the support and change of magic power, the body will also tense instinctively.

And wandering between life and death made the instinctive tension even more exhausting.

So, when he stopped, with his tattered cloak trailing behind him, and his body bent over to breathe, sweat dripped down his curly hair.

"Take a break, Voldemort, you've done enough."

Dumbledore spoke slowly, and reached out to pat Voldemort on the shoulder.

Today, it was the first time that he recognized the child beside him from the bottom of his heart.

"Before the war starts, I can destroy more."

Voldemort forced a stubborn smile, obviously he would not listen to Dumbledore's advice.

"Don't wait for the big battle... when you lose your strength."

While Dumbledore was speaking, he looked down at the sweat on his hands.

The moment he touched his shoulder, his hand was wet.

The fine snowflakes fell on the wet hands, and instantly merged with them, losing their original appearance.

"I have prepared enough energy potions."

When Dumbledore looked down at the snowflakes melting, Voldemort responded, then his figure flickered and disappeared again.

"Boom."

The muffled gunshot came from a distance, and everyone relied on this sound to find Voldemort's figure.

Among the white snow, the black cloak was turning, and the bright light of the explosion wave was extremely dazzling.

"boom."

The booming sound is shocking, but what is even more shocking is Voldemort's unyielding will.

The boundless termination machines made all the wizards involved in the defense desperate, but only Voldemort had no fear in his heart.

Like a fool who moves a mountain, like a thief who hides his ears and steals a bell, he upholds the firmness in his heart, and is as stupid as a mayfly shaking a tree, resisting everything beyond his capacity, chasing the tiny hope in his heart.

"Boom."

The sudden gunshot made everyone turn their eyes around in surprise, just because Voldemort hadn't disappeared in the place before.

It's Dumbledore.

His long snow-white hair, beard, and purple clothes are all very eye-catching.

"Boom."

Same Explosive Charm, same Shatter Terminator, followed by the same Apparition away.

But when his figure appeared on the castle again, everyone saw his hunched figure and the blood gushing from his mouth when he bent over.

"Old guy, are you courting death?"

Voldemort, who flashed back, scolded dissatisfiedly.

"Hehe, I guessed that the Iron Armor Curse wouldn't be able to stop the bullets of a sniper rifle, but I still don't believe it in my heart... Ahem...Damn it, I should wear a bulletproof suit."

Dumbledore rubbed his chest and said painfully.

"Injured?" Voldemort stepped forward and examined his chest.

It was purple and blue, but there was no trace of being pierced by bullets.

"The Iron Armor Curse was not completely broken, but it was still wrapped in bullets and hit my chest, damn it..."

"Boom."

A gunshot interrupted Dumbledore's speech and made him and Voldemort look southwest.

There, a running termination machine was already stained red with blood.

On its pedestal, there was an apprentice wizard from the Lion Court whose body was nearly split open by a sniper rifle, coughing blood in pain.

But he didn't care about the broken waist, nor the blood he was coughing up. Instead, he raised his wand with difficulty, uttering the incantation of the Explosive Curse indistinctly.

"All teachers and students, it is forbidden to destroy the termination machine, defend, defend."

Dumbledore's voice spread throughout the battlefield, making everyone wake up from the tragic scene.

But before they looked back, a figure suddenly appeared behind the terminal.

Long wet hair, a tattered cloak, a slightly hunched body and a gnarled Elder Wand.

It was Voldemort, he just hung quietly above the broken body of the apprentice wizard.

"Stupid Lion Academy students, when will you be able to distinguish recklessness from impulsiveness?"

Voldemort's voice spread across the battlefield, and at the instant his voice fell, a gunshot rang out.

"Whoosh."

Voldemort's figure moved first, and then the green Porto hanging beside him exploded violently.

"Whoosh whoosh~~~"

Countless people Apparated and left to avoid the ever-expanding Botu of Death.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The nearby terminator was swept away by Voldemort.

Afterwards, he held up the body of the dead wizard apprentice with his wand, and slowly flew towards the castle.

Countless sniper rifles were aimed at Voldemort, but none fired.

Even if they were enemies, it was only because they had different beliefs. The enemy did not stop Voldemort from bringing back the corpses of his own dead.

"Why didn't you use this method earlier?" Dumbledore took the corpse of the wizard apprentice in the Lion Court, and reached out to check his breath.

Died, had died earlier.

"I have an illusion, thinking that the battle can be terminated through negotiation." Voldemort replied coldly, looking into the distance with dark eyes.

"The death of the student makes you feel that the battle is unstoppable?" Dumbledore asked.

"No, the way he died, Albus, this is a war between magic and technology, don't take chances anymore."

Voldemort said, the figure disappeared again, and then another green light lit up.

(End of this chapter)