Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 493 Soul Eater

Dementors were created by Exdis, a dark wizard from ancient times.

He continued to torture the fishermen and sailors he captured, and tormented them with vicious magic, which finally caused them to become so inhuman and ghostly.

But in essence, the dark wizard Exodus did not intend to create dementors.

Dementors can only be called the accidental product of his evil obsession.

And it was this accidental product that became the existence that terrified all wizards.

They are halfway between physical and spiritual beings, neither dead nor alive, and interested in feeding on the pleasures of others.

But that's not the scariest thing about him.

Dementors are terrifying because of their insatiable appetite for souls.

Just like what Voldemort did just now, sucking other people's souls can make them strong and comfortable.

And Voldemort, who had already fallen into the boundless darkness and wanted to destroy everything, became one with the dementor, and his infinite greed for souls was born in his heart.

It can be said that Voldemort at this time has embarked on a road from which there is no turning back.

Even if the remaining reason makes him refuse to hurt his own people behind him, what else can stop him?
The bow and arrow will pass through the body, causing no damage at all.

The sword can't hurt him at all, and even because the enemy is closer to him, it is easier for him to suck the soul.

And the Suoming Botu that was swallowed gradually exerted its effect after he absorbed more souls.

The spirit body, which was originally dark gray and almost transparent, gradually formed wisps of green mist around him.

When the fog was enough, when he rushed into the enemy team once, the truly frightening scene happened.

He just stood there, looking up to the sky and letting out a long and strange howl.

Afterwards, the green mist around him, like invisible tentacles, shuttled through the bodies of the surrounding armored enemies by itself.

Those steel armors can't stop the green mist from passing through at all.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

After just a few exchanges, the souls of those people were engulfed in the mist, dragged out of their bodies, and turned into Voldemort's eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.

A team of seven people just corresponded to Voldemort's seven orifices, and those who sucked could no longer be smooth and comfortable.

And this demonic scene finally frightened the enemy's military spirit.

"Retreat, this is simply unbeatable."

"Try it with a missile. It is impossible for humans to defeat such a monster."

"Stop the Terminator, stop the Terminator, maybe magic can still deal with him."

The soldiers yelled out their ideas one after another. Obviously, brave fighters are not without fear of death.

"Everyone back, everyone back, the termination machine is shutting down, the termination machine is shutting down, everyone..."

The interim commander began to issue new orders, but before he could finish, Voldemort floated beside him.

"Woo~~~"

There was a sound like a strong wind blowing into the hollow, accompanied by wisps of green mist rolling, and a dozen people, including the temporary commander, were instantly sucked to death by his soul.

The speed of this killing was too appalling, within three to five seconds, it took the lives of more than a dozen people.

Seeing the death of the interim commander, the mentality of the soldiers finally collapsed. They no longer cared about the formation, and each used their own methods to escape.

The fastest runners are the archers. Although they also have armor, they are relatively thin, which allows them to run at a high speed.

Followed by those who hold swords, although their armor is thick, they still have an advantage over teammates holding large shields.

The worst thing is the goalkeeper with the shield. They threw the shield away, but the problem is that the armor is also the thickest.

Moreover, wearing that heavy armor requires the help of teammates.

At this time, the teammates were busy fleeing, so there was no time to undress them.

So, there was a funny scene on the battlefield, the archers ran ahead, and they even had time to take off their thin armor.

The soldiers followed closely behind, and most of them threw off their helmets, but it was too late to take off the slightly thick armor.

As for the shield player, that is, the enemy called the goalkeeper, he made a sound of "hangchihangchi" and ran hard.

But does that make any sense?

Of course not, Voldemort's body is more illusory than a dementor, in essence, he is somewhat closer to a ghost.

Voldemort in this state, not to mention the goalkeeper wearing the thickest armor, even the batter who threw the bow and arrow armor, could not surpass him in speed.

So, Voldemort leaned over and flew, and the green mist around him kept sweeping across the crowd, and brought the soul to him.

Just like that, he made a "woo-woo" sound, pushing forward like a bomber.

This weird scene didn't even make the people on the bell tower feel the joy of victory. They just watched this scene in horror, watching the enemies lose their souls and fall to the ground.

massacre?

No, massacre is not enough to describe such a scene.

"What kind of magic is this...?"

Everyone who was stunned for a long time was finally broken by a voice.

It was Snape. He looked at Voldemort going away in horror, his eyes full of fear.

"The master has mastered this magic when he is in the soul state."

It was Quirrell who spoke. He still has some understanding of [Darkest Hour], "In this state, the master will just keep killing until he destroys all life and even the entire planet."

"Keep killing?"

Abu looked at Quirrell in surprise, as if to make sure he was not joking.

"Yes, it is extremely difficult for the master to keep killing and exit this state, but now it seems..."

Quirrell sighed and stopped talking, and everyone understood what he meant.

Now it seems that it may be difficult for the Dark Lord to exit this state.

That said, the killing is likely to continue forever.

"He's getting bigger."

Professor McGonagall said in a trembling voice, "Every time a soul is absorbed, he will grow a little bigger. Although a soul doesn't make him grow a lot, it's easy to see when the number is large."

After hearing this, everyone turned their surprised eyes to Voldemort again.

Indeed, compared to when this Voldemort first appeared, he is now more than half a meter taller.

What also changed was the enlarged tattered cloak and the green mist surrounding him.

"I really don't know whether I should be happy or sad at this time."

It was Professor Flitwick, who was standing on the railing, looking at Voldemort's back in the distance with complicated eyes.

"At least for now it's in our favor."

Abu's voice sounded and became firm, "Transfer, since the Dark Lord's state is uncontrollable, it becomes unsafe for us to stay here."

"Deans of the colleges, transfer the students first, then Dumbledore's body,"

Professor McGonagall also woke up from the surprise, and quickly organized his thoughts and gave an order, "Hagrid, help me take care of the Gryffindor students and help them leave. I need to continue to observe here."

"Okay, Professor."

The tall Hagrid nodded, looked away from Voldemort who was far away, and replied with a strong nasal voice.

(End of this chapter)