Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"Bang."

When I walked out of the church, I was greeted by a shot.

Voldemort had already raised the Iron Armor Curse, and the bullet was deeply embedded in it, unable to cause any harm to him.

"The Iron Armor Curse, God may have invented it to ward off the bullets of evildoers."

Voldemort said to Angel. Angel's eyes widened on her back. All this seemed too magical to her.

"Avada~~King of Life~~~"

The wand twisted, a green light shot to the place where the gunshot sounded, and a life went to meet God, or Satan, who cares.

"Are you really an angel? Are you sent by God?" Angel asked.

"No, I'm a wizard and I don't believe in God."

Voldemort cast a killing curse again, "Maybe God is a powerful wizard. I need to see him to confirm his identity."

"What does Avada Kedavra mean? Can it make people faint?"

"It can't do that, Angela, it can do nothing but take a life."

Voldemort said, his hands kept shooting out green light again.

"Bang."

Gunshots were heard from the corner, and someone was sneaking up on him, but he was still blocked by the Iron Armor Curse.

"Can I become a wizard?" Angela asked.

"Probably not. If you had talent, you wouldn't be here."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he cast the death curse again.

This feeling is really exhilarating. Fresh lives are being terminated. The feedback brought back by black magic is infinite darkness and sin, as well as the comfort that nourishes the bones.

He enjoyed the process and was happy about it.

I am indeed a bad person... He thought so and cast the killing curse again.

"Are all wizards so powerful?" Angela asked again.

"Of course not," Voldemort said, "I am the most powerful dark wizard of our time, the darkest and evil one in the wizarding world."

"Kekeke..."

Angel laughed like a bell on his back, as if Voldemort's words were a very funny joke.

"Bang."

Voldemort kicked open a house, and an old man was pointing a shotgun at him, but the green light was one step faster - the wizard's reaction was faster, and the old man's reaction was not as good as that of ordinary people.

"If you represent evil, then you must be Lucifer. You chose to fall because you were dissatisfied with the darkness in the world."

"Haha." Voldemort chuckled twice, looked at the children running around not far away, and said, "Are they guilty?"

"Being born in this village is the original sin." Angela said coldly.

Voldemort was silent for a moment, then raised his hand and fired a green light - this may not be kind, but who cares?

With the death of the child, both Voldemort and Angela became somewhat silent. They just kicked open one house after another, found one person after another, and kept killing them.

"If you don't like them, you can forgive them..." Angela spoke, her voice soft and weak.

Voldemort turned to look at her and found that her face was pale and her eyes were blurred.

"dying?"

"I think so."

"I don't think so." Voldemort turned his wand upside down, "Heal quickly... Heal quickly... Heal quickly..."

The wound was too big, but under the medical spell, his life was safe. As for his leg... he probably couldn't save it.

"Thank you, Lucifer..." Angela, who had regained some energy, hugged Voldemort tightly from behind and rubbed his neck with her head.

"You're welcome."

After Voldemort answered, he turned around the street and saw a group of people carefully escaping out of the village.

Without any hesitation, he raised his hand and a big melon appeared, and another villager lost his life.

"Devil, I will fight you."

Someone roared and fired with a gun, but all he got was a green light.

There was no expression on Voldemort's cold face. Quirrell was trembling in the depths of his soul. He had never seen his master so cruel.

Suddenly, Voldemort stopped moving. No matter what the reason was for him not to move, the villagers quickly ran outside. Angela looked at Voldemort with some worry.

Voldemort looked to the lower left corner. Four Chinese characters that had never appeared before were slowly emerging and lighting up. Those four characters were...

A time to kill.

"A moment of killing?" Voldemort couldn't help but murmured and started running quickly.

After catching up with the villagers not far away, Voldemort silently cast a killing curse - the killing curse emitted a dazzling green light, which was not weakened by the silent spell.

Characteristic 1 of Killing Time: The killing curse can be activated silently, and the effect of the killing curse will not be weakened by half... Voldemort made the first characteristic guess in his mind.

The Silent Curse itself is extremely difficult, and when combined with the equally difficult Life-Death Curse, even Voldemort at his peak cannot say that he can produce the full effect of the Death-Death Curse.

This is obviously due to Moment of Killing.

Voldemort detected a characteristic, and without stopping his movements, he immediately cast a Divine Edge Shadowless Curse.

But unfortunately, the cursed villager only had a small wound on his body.

Voldemort frowned and waved his wand again, still using magic under the silent spell. This time he used the Cut Throat Curse.

"puff."

As if his throat was sliced ​​by an invisible sharp blade, Voldemort's eyes lit up, he thought for a moment, and used the Shadowless Curse again.

This time, his target was the back of the enemy's head - like a sharp blade cutting through the void, directly splitting the villager's head in two.

Killing Characteristic 2: As long as the purpose is to kill the target, the silent spell will not affect the effect of any spell... Voldemort made a guess again.

In order to verify, he began to bomb indiscriminately, using explosion spells, fire spells, and flying spells, as long as they could effectively kill the enemy, he would try them.

As a result, the silent spell did not weaken any magic effect.

Even the most powerful master of silent spells would have a hard time reaching my level... Voldemort guessed, killing indiscriminately.

"Kuang, kuang, kuang..."

After a series of noises, incandescent light shone into the village.

Porchis turned the headlights over, and sporadic gunshots could be heard outside the village. He was helping Voldemort to strangle the village.

After a brief pause, Voldemort waved his wand again, killing villagers who fled back to the village one after another.

Gradually, he felt the side effects of the killing moment - the desire to kill would be infinitely amplified with the killing, and this desire seemed to surpass everything.

A hound ran past the roadside, and Voldemort cast a curse without hesitation. The children following the hound sat on the ground in fright, and Voldemort followed closely with another curse.

He couldn't stop, and he had no mercy.

Angela, who was on her back, gradually felt the changes in Voldemort. She was a little scared, but she still gritted her teeth and hugged Voldemort tightly.

Quirrell in Voldemort's mind was already frightened. He wanted to fall asleep even earlier, but he couldn't do it at all.

All life is dissipated under the curse, and the killing is developing towards an irreversible situation.