Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"Quirrell, listen to me."

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

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

"Expelliarmus, passed out, torn apart..."

One by one, the curses were thrown out like water, and Voldemort was squandering his magic power unscrupulously - 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 group fight.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

Snape was in the wrong and could not fight back, so he could only use his super high magic skills to resist Voldemort's continuous spells.

Without the use of dark magic, this situation will continue, and even if the magic is exhausted, it will not be able to defeat him... Voldemort thought to himself.

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

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

If you are lucky enough to observe the wand-holding skills of several duelist masters, you will know how skillful Voldemort's wand-holding skills are.

Moody, the former Auror who arrested countless people, held his staff very hard, which made his spells extremely powerful and fast.

Snape's rhythm of holding the wand is very good. When he uses the wand, he almost never leaves the triangle area on his chest, which makes his reaction speed extraordinary and can save magic power well in battle.

As for Dumbledore, he barely used his hands to hold the wand. When he waved the Elder Wand, he only had to move a few fingers. This made his magic quick and agile and difficult to judge.

And Voldemort himself...

He likes to hold the wand with his index and middle fingers, and then gently lift it with his thumb, "holding" the wand in his hand with almost no force.

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

Just like when a boxer punches, the force comes from the soles of the feet, accelerates through the waist, and finally extends to the shoulders, arms, fists...

By fully mobilizing the magic power in his body, he can cast a spell that seems easy, but it has power far beyond that of an ordinary wizard.

but……

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

Good luck to you, you idiot... He thought like this, and angrily blasted out more attack magic, outputting it like crazy.

To be honest, if the space were not limited, he would have wanted to use an air blast, which is one of the explosive spells that shattered one side of the castle during the Battle of Hogwarts.

"Thunderbolt explosion."

After all, Voldemort did not use a stronger explosive spell, but this spell also shined in the hands of Peter Pettigrew - killing thirteen Muggles and one of his own fingers.

The spell rushed along 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. The armored curse that protected him had no defense against such large-scale blasting magic.

Voldemort also took a long breath and adjusted the magic balance in his body - the magic power shock caused by violent output can be understood as the backswing of the spell.

"Bang."

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

"Quirrell, you are looking for death."

Rising from the ashes, Snape became visibly angry. He made a rare move of his wand out of the triangle on his chest, and then...

"Knives cut throats."

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

This is the black magic he invented himself. It is more evil than Shen Feng Wu Ying. If he is hit by the magic spell, the wound will appear directly in the throat, and it will bleed and be difficult to heal.

After being hit by this curse, even if the caster wants to personally treat it, there may not be a chance to bring the cursed person back from death, because death is too fast.

This is a curse that requires strong malice. Snape really wanted to kill himself.

"There are many obstacles."

Shouting the curse, Voldemort quickly dodged - not hoping that the spell could resist the curse, but only hoping that it would have a delaying effect.

Fortunately, Snape was not familiar with this curse. If he used it, the curse would move forward in a parabola, so the chance 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 back, Snape, who is going to kill you madly, will force me to use all my means.

"Meg, listen to me..."

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

"Explain what?" Voldemort roared, "Do you think I don't know what spell you are using? The Cut Throat Curse, you want 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 defect to him?"

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

Snape's face became even darker, the kind of black that results in continuous draws and nothing.

"Flitwick, maybe we should listen to him..." McGonagall is still reasonable. After all, she is a rational monster, but someone is being a troublemaker.

"What are you listening to?" Voldemort roared angrily, "Among the men in black at Gringotts, there is one who uses the Shadowless Blade. I have long suspected him."

"I'm not the only one who can master Shen Feng Wu Ying. A Death Eater once asked me for advice..."

"The Death Eaters asked you for advice?" Voldemort interrupted him directly, "Moody's suspicion about you is indeed true. You are still helping the Death Eaters."

Snape:…

"Take him down and then Principal Dumbledore will confirm his identity."

Voldemort encouraged everyone again, Flitwick was the first to express support, and the battle began again.

This time Voldemort was not alone. Flitwick followed closely and launched an attack. With his standard and swift curse movement, the magic produced could only be described as lightning speed.

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

The four of them fought against Snape, but Snape, who still had bad legs and feet, and an injury to his back, became slightly weak in almost a moment.

The three people who followed from a distance had excitement in their eyes. Even further away were Malfoy and his followers. Little Malfoy had already drawn his wand, not sure what he wanted to do.

"Stop."

Dumbledore's voice sounded, and everyone stopped immediately, without exception.

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

As long as Dumbledore doesn't die, it will be difficult for me, the Dark Lord, to achieve his great cause... Voldemort thought angrily.

Voldemort: You can lose the team battle, but Teemo must die! ! !