Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

On the edge of Greengarry Forest, several figures were running quickly.

"How much further, Barty, I don't remember walking this far last time."

Neville asked as he ran, while his eyes glanced into the distance from time to time, observing all the movements around him.

"They felt it was not safe enough, so they expanded the scope of the anti-Apparition curse. Now many families are doing this." Barty followed him, breathing heavily as he spoke.

But not all wizards are like Neville, who undergoes extensive physical exercise every day.

Most wizards, even if they were holding an object three steps away, would be tempted to use the Flying Charm to avoid walking.

Getting them to run is a very difficult task, and this is also thanks to XZ who has been hiding in the past three years.

"Didn't they think of leaving a communication channel before closing the manor?"

While running, Neville asked Crouch again, but the words sounded like complaints.

"Complete silence. Maybe they think this is enough to escape the troubled times during this period. It is said that a wizard family did this in the Middle Ages." Barty Jr. said.

Neville curled his lips and did not express a clear opinion on this, but his expression said it all.

Most of the other Death Eaters who came to help him had the same expression.

If MI7 hadn't thrown a "little boy" into Hogwarts three years ago after the evacuation of Hogwarts, they might have had the same idea.

But no wizard who has seen the ruins of Hogwarts would think that closing the castle would be a safe option.

Especially since the Foley family's address is so remote, it is more convenient for MI7 to use large-scale weapons.

"Right ahead, they used magic to hide the manor."

Little Crouch stopped everyone and pointed to a dense jungle not far away.

"How can I crack it? I need..."

Before he finished speaking, the sound of missiles piercing the air suddenly came to mind on the other side of the jungle in front of him.

"late."

Crouch Jr. continued.

"It's not too late. As long as it's not a missile of that magnitude, it may not be able to destroy the entire castle at once."

Neville said with a frown, and raised the Iron Armor Charm while motioning for everyone to retreat.

And just when he finished making arrangements, there was a rumble of explosions in the jungle ahead.

The dense jungle in sight did not shake due to the explosion, but presented an optical illusion of changing reality and reality.

After repeating this illusion several times, the dense jungle finally disappeared, and a slightly dilapidated old castle appeared in front of us.

"Welfare family, you have been targeted by MI7. Run in my direction, prepare to evacuate, prepare to evacuate."

Neville used his "loud voice" to shout a few words, and then began to arrange for the people around him to set up traps.

No one in the dilapidated castle of the Foley family answered Neville's call.

On the contrary, the castle lit up with magical light, and it seemed that they wanted to hold on here.

"What should I do? Do you want to rush in and help?" Little Crouch asked Neville.

"No, wait for them for ten minutes. If they don't come, we'll leave." Neville refused decisively and set a termination time for this operation.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

The sound of several more missiles taking off was heard, followed by continuous explosions.

The castle's magic defense barrier was shattered the moment the second missile fell, and all subsequent missiles exploded into the castle.

The rumbling sound lasted for a long time, and the entire castle was blown up as if it was split from the middle.

Facing the powerful firepower, the magic protection still seemed too weak.

Flames ignited on the ruins of the castle, making everyone's faces turn red.

Neville pursed his lips, had a stern look on his face, and didn't say a word.

Suddenly, several figures emerged from the ruined area. They were members of the Welfare family riding broomsticks.

"Swish swish~~"

They passed through the sea of ​​fire and quickly ran towards Neville and the others.

"Where is your patriarch?" Neville was sure at a glance that there was no patriarch of the Welfare family among these people.

"Grandpa wants to hold on to the family castle and let us leave alone." The person who spoke was the eldest grandson of the Welfare family. Neville recognized this handsome wizard with red eyes.

"Are there more people, Deya?" Neville didn't have time to pay attention to his sadness, and just asked.

Deya shook his head and looked back at the burning castle.

It was his home, once.

"Let's go, we will be stopped if we don't."

Neville said, motioning for everyone to abandon the trap equipment and return directly to the original route.

Deya wanted to wait a little longer, but Neville obviously didn't want to do that.

After a brief dispute, Deya chose to compromise.

The group of people began to return the same way, preparing to use Apparition to leave after leaving the anti-Apparition magic.

But at this moment, a group of people suddenly rushed out from the east side of the jungle and tried to stop them.

The war broke out instantly, and no one on either side was surprised or showed any desire to talk.

The moment they met, the death curse flew across the sky.

In the past three years, this magic has become the most commonly used magic by wizards.

The harsh living environment has also allowed more wizards to master this magic spell.

"Swish swish~~"

The green light flashed, and both sides were injured. Neville signaled his people to retreat, but the enemy was pursuing them.

"Click."

There was a sudden sound at the feet of the enemy running at the front, and before he could understand what happened, a crossbow arrow penetrated his body.

This made the pursuers behind become cautious, while Neville and others left without looking back.

"I remember before the family was closed, it was said that a settlement had been reached outside. Why did they start fighting again?" Seeing that the enemy had been left behind, Deya asked Neville.

"The assassinations of Death Eaters and purebloods have never stopped, it's just changed from bright to dark."

Neville replied in a deep voice, his body floating in the air and his eyes scanning the surroundings vigilantly.

"Only for Death Eaters and purebloods?" Deya asked in surprise.

"Not all purebloods, at least Mr. Weasley gets along well with those Muggles." Little Crouch said sarcastically.

"Mr. Weasley only gets along well with Muggles and has no friendship with MI7. Barty, there is no need to bring personal feelings into judgment."

Neville retorted, then looked at Deja and said, "They are not only targeting purebloods and Death Eaters, but all those who oppose MI7's rule of the wizarding world are their targets."

Deya nodded while running, and he opened his mouth to ask something again, but before he could say anything, another group of people came out not far away.

"Whoosh~whoosh~whoosh~"

Before everyone else's magic, Neville had already thrown the boomerang.

In the dark jungle, the trajectory of the boomerang was almost invisible, and several enemies were hit and howled in pain.

At the same time, Crouch Jr. had also released a life-killing curse, directly knocking the enemy closest to them to the ground.

Not to be outdone, Deya released a divine blade without a shadow, but unfortunately the enemy blocked it with an iron armor spell.

And the battle here has only just begun.