Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

For the Director of the American Auror Office, the Voldemort before him, though exuding a formidable aura, was not entirely taken seriously in his heart.

He had never personally witnessed Voldemort in combat, his understanding of the Dark Wizard limited to a few lines in intelligence files. In those files, Voldemort's major achievements were confined to the small island of Britain.

In his view, truly terrifying Dark Wizards never confined themselves to a single country.

Grindelwald, decades ago, was the one who truly made the whole world tremble—the flames of war he ignited nearly burned through the entire magical world, every battle a vivid memory.

In comparison, Voldemort's fame seemed more like hype created by British wizards themselves, completely incomparable to the first-generation Dark Lord Grindelwald.

Moreover, this was American magical territory, not the incompetent British magical world.

This continent had never lacked top-notch Aurors; even Grindelwald was once surrounded, captured, and imprisoned by the elite Aurors of MACUSA.

This Dark Lord was merely a product of the British magical world's internal strife!

He was only called a Dark Lord because he killed too many people and his methods were too cruel.

The British Ministry of Magic is truly incompetent; they were stumped by an immortal body.

The Director of the Auror Office mentally grumbled before looking at the assembled elite Aurors beside him.

His gaze swept over their spirited faces, then glanced at Headmaster Agilbert—the strength of this Ilvermorny Headmaster was among the best in the Americas. With such a powerful lineup, he was confident in pinning the opponent down here.

At that time, MACUSA could fiercely mock the British Ministry of Magic, letting them see who was the true world leader.

However, fantasies are often grand, but reality is harsh.

A blinding green light flashed, and the Director of the Auror Office's fantasy was instantly shattered.

Before he could even react, he fell lifelessly to the ground. Voldemort didn't even spare him a glance, as if he were merely an insignificant insect.

The Aurors were stunned; they never imagined that their leader would be gone in a single exchange.

"Attack!" Agilbert shouted, his throat raw, "Hold nothing back, use your strongest spells!"

No reminder was needed; various spells rained down on Voldemort like a storm. However, those brilliant lights were unable to break through the silver shield Voldemort casually summoned, only creating ripples upon its surface.

"That's it?" Voldemort tilted his head slightly, a bloodthirsty smile on his face. He raised his wand and with a gentle wave, accompanied by a low hum, the air seemed to tear open, and violent power swept out.

Boom—

With a deafening explosion, the Aurors in the front row were blown away by the powerful shockwave, crashing heavily to the ground, spitting out blood, their wands flying from their grasp. They didn't even have time to cast a second spell before falling to the ground, their fates unknown.

"Careful!" Agilbert warned loudly, abruptly waving his wand to summon a golden shield, trying to resist Voldemort's next attack.

However, Voldemort merely sneered and with a gentle wave of his wand, the golden shield instantly disintegrated into countless specks of light, and Agilbert's face turned ashen.

"Use the Killing Curse, everyone use the Killing Curse!" Agilbert desperately commanded the remaining Aurors to continue their counterattack, "Don't hesitate, hesitation is death."

The magical fluctuations around them nearly reached their limit, dozens of green beams simultaneously shooting towards Voldemort. However, these deadly spells all struck the suddenly appearing giant snakes.

Under the effects of Transfiguration, the surrounding trees turned into giant snakes, and then, like a tide, they frantically pounced on the surrounding Aurors, forcing them to dodge everywhere.

"Too weak... I thought you could amuse me a little more." Voldemort sighed, a hint of disappointment in his eyes. He casually flicked out a silent, lightless spell, landing in the Aurors' ranks.

Instantly, several Aurors, as if slashed by invisible blades, were directly cleaved in two, screams rising and falling, the scene becoming chaotic.

"Severus's spell is quite interesting; it's a waste to only have him brew potions."

The corners of Voldemort's mouth curled up, very satisfied with the power of this spell.

Agilbert's face was ashen. Suppressing the fear in his heart, unlike the Director of the Auror Office, he had not relaxed his vigilance after witnessing the opponent's spells.

However, although he had overestimated the opponent as much as possible, this monster with absolute crushing power still filled him with despair.

They couldn't win, they absolutely couldn't win!

From the start of the battle until now, they hadn't even managed to force Voldemort to retreat a single step.

The opponent still stood in place, like a black statue, his scarlet eyes coldly watching them, as if mocking their incompetence.

Dumbledore's warning echoed in his ears. Agilbert had once dismissed it, thinking the other party was exaggerating somewhat.

But now he understood that it was not an exaggeration at all, but a stark reality—Voldemort was indeed the greatest nightmare in the entire magical world right now.

Merlin, what to do now?

Agilbert's thoughts raced, but he couldn't find any effective countermeasures in his mind.

The current situation was extremely critical. Continuing to fight would only lead to more Aurors sacrificing themselves needlessly, while Voldemort could easily achieve victory without even needing to make extra moves.

He quickly glanced around, seeing the fallen Aurors, a deep despair rising in his heart.

He couldn't delay any longer!

Any further delay would not only result in total annihilation, but the entire MACUSA would also suffer a great loss of vitality.

"Everyone retreat! Notify MACUSA to enter a state of special preparedness!"

Agilbert made a quick decision, but his voice was completely drowned out by a black spell.

Voldemort waved his wand again. This time, he held nothing back.

A jet-black beam of light streaked across the sky, and Agilbert fell heavily to the ground with unwilling eyes. The remaining Aurors completely lost their fighting spirit, shouting as they ran towards the school gates, only there could they quickly Apparate away from this place.

"Uninteresting, too uninteresting." Voldemort stood in the center of the ruins, a trace of boredom flashing across his face. He didn't pursue them to the end, but allowed those Aurors to flee for their lives.

He needed to leave some survivors, to let these people spread his fame with their own mouths.

"It's getting late, it's time to pick up those loyal servants."