Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 75 No.70

"Quirrell, listen to me."

Snape wanted to explain, but Voldemort wouldn't give him the chance.

Once there is enough time to explain things like framing, it will not be easy to implement.

"Disarm you, pass out, fall apart..."

One by one, the spells were thrown out like water, and Voldemort squandered his magic power recklessly—the professors would come anyway, so what was he afraid of?
This time it's not a one-on-one fight, if not, Dumbledore will join the gang fight brigade.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

Snape was at a loss and couldn't fight back, so he could only use super-high magic skills to resist Voldemort's continuous spells.

Without the use of dark magic, this situation will continue, and the magic power will not be able to take him... thought Voldemort.

Hogwarts is not suitable for fighting, guns cannot be used, and black magic is not used. Here, Voldemort is too restricted.

Even, he did not dare to fully use the superb skills derived from Voldemort's remnant soul - such as the stick technique, which is one of Voldemort's superb combat skills.

If you've been lucky enough to watch a few dueling masters wield their wands, you'll know how brilliant Voldemort's wands are.

Moody, the ex-Auror who has captured countless people, he wields his staff very hard, which makes his spells extremely powerful and fast.

Snape's wand-holding rhythm is very good. When he uses the wand, he hardly leaves the triangle area in front of his chest, which makes his reaction speed extraordinary, and he can save mana well during the battle.

As for Dumbledore, he hardly uses his palms to hold the wand, and when he swings the Elder Wand, he only needs to swim a few fingers, which makes his magic quick and agile, and it is difficult to judge.

And Voldemort himself...

He likes to hold the wand with his index finger and middle finger, and then gently put his thumb up, "holding" the wand in his hand almost without any force.

When he wants to switch magic or attack methods, his palms will not exert too much force. Most of the whole body will twist accordingly, which can effectively drive the magic power of the whole body.

Just like when a boxer punches, the power is sent from the soles of the feet, accelerated through the waist, and finally extended to the shoulders, arms, fists...

Fully mobilizing the magic power of the whole body, a spell that can make him seem easy, but has power far beyond that of ordinary wizards.

but……

He didn't dare to use it at all, it was too Voldemort.

Good luck to you... He thought this way, and angrily exploded more attack magic, outputting crazily.

To be honest, if it wasn't for the limited space, he would have wanted to have an air explosion, which is a type of explosive spell that shattered the side of the castle during the Battle of Hogwarts.

"Thunderbolt explosion."

After all, Voldemort didn't use the stronger Explosion Curse, but this spell also shined in the hands of Peter Pettigrew-killing thirteen Muggles and one of his own fingers.

The spell galloped down the corridor, hitting the walls left and right, sending stone chips flying, and Snape's eyes widened in surprise.

"How dare you? This is Hogwarts, you want to blow it up..."

Snape's roar was interrupted because the curse had already hit him, and the Iron Armor Curse, which was defending closely, had no defense against such a large-scale blasting magic.

Voldemort also heaved a sigh of relief, adjusting the balance of magic power in his body - the shock of magic power caused by the violent output can be understood as the backlash of spells.

"Boom."

Finally, at the critical moment, Snape dodged to avoid the explosion, but his back was still scratched, and a large bloodstain appeared.

"Qiro, you are courting death."

Rising from the ashes, Snape became visibly enraged, swung his wand out of the triangle on his chest in a rare move, and...

"A sharp knife cuts the throat."

Amidst the roar, Voldemort's eyes widened in horror.

This is a black magic invented by himself, which is more evil than Shenfeng Wuying. If he is hit by the magic spell, the wound will directly appear in the throat, and the bleeding will not stop, and it is difficult to heal.

After falling under this spell, even if the caster wants to treat it himself, there may not be a chance to bring the victim back from death, because death is too fast.

It was a spell that required great malice, and Snape really wanted to kill himself.

"There are many obstacles."

Shouting the curse, Voldemort's figure quickly dodged - he didn't want the spell to resist the spell, but only hoped that it would have a delaying effect.

Fortunately, Snape was not familiar with this spell. If he used it himself, the spell would advance in a parabolic manner, and the possibility of preventing it would be much smaller.

"How dare you...Snape, stop."

Professor McGonagall's roar sounded, and Voldemort breathed a sigh of relief—if you don't come again, Snape, who killed the madman, will force me to use all my means.

"McGonagall, listen to me..."

Snape still wanted to explain, he didn't want the misunderstanding to deepen.

"Explain what?" Voldemort snarled. "Don't you think I don't know what spell you're using? The Throat Cutting Curse, you're trying to kill me."

"what?"

Flitwick, who had just arrived, stopped in surprise, and looked at Snape in surprise, "It's that man's magic, full of killing and viciousness, Snape, did you really go to him?"

Well done, my dear Headmaster... Voldemort applauded heartily.

Snape's face became even darker, the kind of black that draws consecutive lottery and gets nothing.

"Flitwick, maybe we should listen to him..." McGonagall was reasonable, after all, she was a sane monster, but someone was acting as a shit stick.

"Listen to what?" Voldemort roared angrily. "Among the men in black at Gringotts, there is one who uses the Shadowless Sword. I have suspected him for a long time."

"Shen Feng Wu Ying is not the only one who knows how to do it. A Death Eater once asked me for advice..."

"The Death Eaters asked you for advice?" Voldemort interrupted him directly. "It turns out that Moody's suspicion of you is true, and you are still helping the Death Eaters."

Snape:  …

"Take him down, and Headmaster Dumbledore will confirm his identity."

Voldemort urged the crowd again, Flitwick was the first to express his support, and the battle began again.

This time, Voldemort was not alone, and Flitwick launched an attack right after him. With the standard and quick spell movement, the spell he cast could only be described as lightning fast.

Naturally, Snape would not let them capture him, he fought back decisively, and then Professor McGonagall also joined the battle group, followed by the crippled Kettleburn.

In the four-person battle against Snape, he still had bad legs and feet. Snape, who was injured in his back, made him a little weak in almost a moment.

The trio who followed from a distance were full of excitement in their eyes, and there were Malfoy and his followers in the distance. Little Malfoy had already drawn out his wand, not knowing what he wanted to do.

"Stop."

When Dumbledore's voice sounded, everyone stopped their hands instantly, without exception.

This is the prestige that Dumbledore has cultivated over a hundred years. Even Voldemort himself has to admit that what he stopped was so natural and obedient.

If Dumbledore lives on, I, the Dark Lord, will never succeed in my career... Voldemort thought angrily.

　Voldemort: Team battles can be lost, but Teemo must die! ! !
　　
　
(End of this chapter)