Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

Pa, pa, pa, pa—

In the dim night, a slender figure slowly emerged from the bushes, clapping his hands gently as he walked unhurriedly towards the giant camp.

His dark wizard robes almost blended into the night, with only his scarlet eyes emitting a cold light in the darkness.

A mysterious person?!

Hagrid's pupils suddenly shrank, and his whole body stiffened. His breathing became rapid and heavy, as if an invisible hand had gripped his throat, making each breath extremely difficult.

How did he come?

When did he come?

If he had appeared when I was delivering gifts to the giant tribe before, then me and Olympe…

This thought struck Hagrid's mind like a thunderbolt, causing him to shiver involuntarily. He wasn't afraid of death, but worried that his goddess might die here because of him.

Just as his thoughts were churning, a hand gently pulled his arm.

“Hagrid,” Madame Maxime's whisper was tinged with urgency, her voice almost inaudible, “Let's step back a bit, don't interfere with Sebastian.”

Hagrid nodded, his steps involuntarily moving backwards, but his gaze remained fixed on that palpitating figure.

Voldemort didn't care about Hagrid's little movements. He walked calmly, as if strolling in a courtyard, heading straight towards Sebastian.

His snake-like face was as pale as death, but always wore a chilling smile.

“Sebastian, you are a truly interesting person. To be honest, I have never seen anyone as interesting as you.”

“Covering your fists with dittany, is that to prevent yourself from getting hurt, or to show these giants your mercy?”

“Honestly, many times, I want to open your brain and see what exactly is inside, how can there be so many whimsical ideas.”

“You disappoint me, Lord Voldemort. I have no intention of offering my head.”

Sebastian narrowed his eyes, a hint of playfulness in his tone: “Speaking of which, have you rested well? Such a long-distance Apparition must have exhausted you, right?”

“I still want to have a good fight with you to test my progress. Don't be like these giants, I haven't even exerted myself, and you've already fallen.”

“Or, would you like to rest for a while? Don't worry, I definitely won't sneak attack.”

This wasn't Sebastian's provocation. In his magical perception, Voldemort's magical power was fluctuating non-stop, looking like he was overexerting himself.

No wonder, the distance between the giant tribe and London is extremely far. Apparition simply can't reach it, even if the other party is Old Voldy.

Without a phoenix, it would take Old Voldy at least three to four Apparitions to get here.

Sebastian didn't want to fight Old Voldy in this state at all. The reason was nothing else, mainly because he was worried that the Dragon Bone Wand wouldn't be satisfied, wasting this opportunity.

You must know, Old Voldy is being extremely cautious now. Dumbledore calls his name every day, but he hasn't come out. This time, he completely borrowed Macnair's coattails.

In fact, Voldemort did need to rest for a while. After receiving Macnair's summons, he rushed over immediately, and he was indeed a little tired at this time.

Because of this, he hadn't shown himself before, just watching Sebastian showing off his power from the trees.

“A clumsy provocation!” Voldemort chuckled, a mocking arc hanging on the corner of his mouth.

His pace didn't stop. As the distance shortened, violent magic surged from his body, like a monstrous wave, crashing towards Sebastian wave after wave.

The killing intent in the air almost solidified, and the temperature of this giant camp dropped a few degrees.

“Sebastian, what gives you the confidence to provoke me again and again?”

Voldemort's gaze swept over the Dragon Bone Wand in Sebastian's hand, and he said with a smile that wasn't a smile: “Is it the wand in your hand?”

“Of course, it's my own strength, Lord Voldemort.” Sebastian smiled slightly, raised the Dragon Bone Wand and showed it to Voldemort in all directions.

“As for this wand, I asked Mr. Ollivander to make it for me. Do you like it?”

Sebastian smacked his lips, a hint of regret on his face: “It's a pity, Mr. Ollivander is in Hogsmeade New City, he probably doesn't have time to make a wand for you.”

“Made to order?” Voldemort shook his head with a smile, sarcasm overflowing his face, “The taste of lies! Ollivander doesn't have the ability to make such a powerful wand. Don't use such clumsy lies to deceive people.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Voldemort waved his wand, and a curse emitting a green light shot out.

“Avada Kedavra!”

Sebastian, who was already prepared, flashed and easily dodged the incoming curse. He grinned, his tone revealing a bit of excitement: “Since you don't want to rest, then let me accompany you for a good warm-up.”

Just as Sebastian opened his mouth, a sudden warning sign appeared in Voldemort's heart. He turned his head abruptly, and that hideous figure had already appeared beside him.

Apparition in combat!

Voldemort's pupils shrank sharply. Sebastian's speed was completely beyond his expectations. You must know that last time, Sebastian only relied on the Dragonborn's powerful body to deal with him, and didn't use Apparition.

In the blink of an eye, Sebastian's fist smashed towards Voldemort's face like a meteorite.

Voldemort instinctively waved his wand, and a silver shield appeared in front of him in an instant.

Boom—

A deafening impact resounded through the valley. The silver shield was directly knocked away by Sebastian's heavy punch, disappearing into the depths of the night sky past Voldemort's ear.

Almost at the same time, a red light as thick as an arm gathered on the Dragon Bone Wand, and struck Voldemort's chest like lightning.

Voldemort's scalp tingled, and a rare trace of panic appeared on his hideous face. Only at this time did a trace of regret arise in his heart. He felt that he was a little careless this time, because his state was not perfect.

Without time to think, he decisively turned into a cloud of black smoke, narrowly avoiding the incoming curse, and then shot straight into the sky.

“Lord Voldemort, are we going to have an aerial battle again?”

Sebastian narrowed his eyes, sensing the joy from the Dragon Bone Wand. He raised the corner of his mouth, his wings suddenly vibrated, turning into a stream of light and chasing after him.

“Since that's the case, I will definitely accompany you to the end!”