Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

Himalayas.

somewhere.

"It's an intercontinental apparition."

"Interrupt it, it must be the Dark Lord."

"We didn't bring a terminator. Damn it, bring it quickly..."

Before the last person could finish his words, Voldemort, who had completed his intercontinental apparation, appeared in the sky.

As soon as he appeared, he shot a life-threatening wave in front of him and quickly expanded it with himself as the core.

"jump."

Someone shouted something, and then everyone, no matter what they were doing, left the vast white land with a "swish" sound.

Subsequently, several helicopters flying in the air began to swing downward after losing their pilots.

But Voldemort's eyes did not linger on their fuselage for a second, but looked directly at a deep pit not far away.

"Whoosh."

Voldemort's body twisted in the air and apparated directly to the edge of the pit.

He looked down and saw the corner of Hufflepuff's golden cup.

"If you were a step too late, you would have succeeded."

Voldemort murmured, preparing to fly to the bottom of the pit, unlock the last magic mechanism and take out the golden cup.

But the moment he leaned forward, a sense of crisis suddenly hit him from behind.

He changed his flight path without hesitation, his body floated forward and spun in the air.

"Whoosh."

A ray of green light almost grazed Voldemort's waist.

And at the moment when the crisis had just been resolved, his body was still turning in the air, his eyes were facing Voldemort under the pit, and he suddenly saw a little green light.

"call."

Increasing the magic output of the flying spell, Voldemort suddenly jumped forward.

And the moment he ran out, a green light shot straight out of the pit and ran towards the blue sky.

At this point, Voldemort had already experienced two attacks, and he didn't even have time to think about when these people appeared.

Before the third attack appeared, Voldemort had turned around in the air and apparated to a distant mountain top.

"Whoosh."

A life-threatening wave pattern pointed directly at the vicinity of the pit, and the familiar "jump" command was shouted again by someone in the distance.

"Swish swish~~"

Voldemort witnessed the departure of these people.

Not one person, not two people, but more than twenty wizards.

They wore white combat uniforms without logos, and hung many combat equipment that could be identified as modern technology at a glance.

The wand in their hands was not held in their hands, but was hung on the wrist by a special device and pointed outward from the top of the back of the hand.

His eyes swept across the space marked by the life-killing wave diagram, and this spell did not harm anything.

Silent snow-capped mountains, howling cold wind.

Apart from the sound of the wind, Voldemort could only hear the beating of his own heart.

The last time he experienced this feeling was during the battle with those observers.

Well-trained, clear-cut tactics, well-equipped...

These wizards were far better than the Aurors he was familiar with.

After slowly stabilizing the excessive surge of adrenaline caused by the fierce battle, Voldemort thought about whether to retrieve his golden cup.

Just before he could figure out his next course of action, the whirling sound of the Apparition suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Whoosh."

Voldemort turned around without hesitation, and his figure instantly disappeared from the spot and appeared in the distant sky.

Looking back, he saw that the position where he was standing had been hit by three life-killing spells.

The three people who had cast the spell had already raised their heads and looked at him warily, and one of them even took out a sniper rifle from behind.

Sniper rifle?

Looking at the snow-white sniper rifle, Voldemort felt a strange feeling in his heart.

He had imagined the scene of a wizard fighting with a sniper rifle on his back, but had never seen it before.

And just when he was about to apparate again, he was wary of rebirth in his heart and twisted his body violently.

"Whoosh."

A bullet tore his cloak and passed him.

"Damn, those three people are actually decoys, real snipers..."

Before I could think through the process in my mind, my body had already turned around based on the movement trajectory.

"Whoosh."

The figure disappeared into the air, and when it reappeared, the sound of sniper rifles echoed freely in the snow-capped mountains.

If he had hesitated for just a moment, the wizard who had unloaded his sniper rifle and aimed at him would have most likely shot him.

These people are too well trained.

"Swish swish~~"

Voldemort barely dared to stop, and his body continued to phantom in the air. Through the gap of pause, he slowly found out the traces of the enemy.

"Whoosh."

When he apparated again, there was still no trace of him in the eyes of those wizards who looked like special forces.

On a mountain peak farther away, the wizard holding a sniper rifle felt a wave of magic coming from behind him.

He immediately rolled on the spot, even giving up his sniper rifle, just wanting to use Apparition to leave.

Ordinarily, he has a chance to leave.

After all, after Apparition, if you want to use magic immediately, you need a short pause.

But something unexpected happened to him. After turning his body halfway, he saw a red magic spell.

He fell unconscious and hit him straight in the chest.

At the last second before fainting, his eyes saw the ring on Voldemort's right hand, where the red halo still existed.

"Thankfully I wasn't unprepared."

Voldemort murmured, hesitated for a moment and then cast a death curse.

The current war situation did not allow him to take away a prisoner unless he gave up the golden cup.

But how could a prisoner be as important to him as a golden cup?

"Whoosh~"

The sound of disembodiment came again to his ears, which did not surprise Voldemort.

The moment the sound just sounded, he had already picked up his sniper rifle and left.

"Whoosh."

The figure stood still again, already on the top of the mountain farther away from the entire battlefield.

"Click."

Taking off the scope on his sniper rifle, Voldemort used it directly to view the battlefield in the distance.

"Sure enough, there are many cameras. The so-called jump means leaving briefly and then returning again."

Voldemort murmured, scanning the battlefield with the help of a scope, "There must be a command center, otherwise this group of people would not be able to coordinate so quickly."

As soon as he finished speaking, the scope suddenly froze because a group of tents appeared inside.

"It should be right here. Destroy the brain first."

Voldemort murmured, pulling off the broken cloak, and then turned around.

A figure suddenly appeared not far above the pit, and Voldemort directly used a life-killing wave pattern.

"jump."

The familiar command sounded again, and Voldemort smiled with his lips raised, and then waved his wand again.

"Whoosh."

An explosion curse hit the tents at his feet.

"Boom~~"

With continuous roars, the tent was completely destroyed by Voldemort.

Then his figure disappeared again, came to the distant mountain peak, picked up the scope and observed.