Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

"All petrified!"

In the forest, Kyle quickly threw the spell behind him, but his target was not Wenda Rozier and others who were chasing him, but those thick trees.

First use the softening spell to put the trees down across the middle of the road, and then turn them into stone, which can form a more solid barrier and at least hinder those who are pursuing him... for a few seconds.

Kyle originally thought that his opponents were a group of old men and women in their seventies and eighties who had difficulty walking, so it should be easy to get rid of them, but he soon found out that he was wrong.

People don't even need to run, but just fly in the sky like a ghost. As long as the magic power is enough, age is not a problem at all.

To be honest, this was the most difficult battle Kyle had ever experienced in these years. It was even difficult for him to launch an effective counterattack.

More importantly, the combat awareness of these people was on a completely different level from the Death Eaters he had encountered before, and their reaction speed was too fast.

Kyle used many tricks but still couldn't gain the upper hand. In addition to the initial sneak attack that killed two opponents, he also used the Nangdu leopard to set a trap and tried to lure the opponent into it.

It was indeed effective. Because the wizard didn't know Kyle's methods, the fastest wizard didn't have time to react and rushed directly into the poisonous fog and fell asleep...but that was all.

The others didn't even hesitate for a second. After noticing something was wrong with their companions, they immediately changed their positions and dispersed to both sides. The person who stayed at the back took the initiative to use the Bubble Head Curse and rushed into the poisonous fog to save people... His movements were clean and neat, as if they had been rehearsed countless times.

Later, when he was about to be caught up, Kyle threw out twenty pots of Mandrake in one breath. Although it made him feel very sad, the effect was surprisingly good. The range of the sound was wider than the poisonous fog, and it successfully killed two people... As for whether they were still alive, Kyle didn't know. He only knew that there were three fewer people chasing him.

As for the biting kale...others used flying ones, so this thing was completely useless, so Kyle didn't waste it.

So far, the only trump card he can use seems to be the basilisk, but the opponent still has five people left, including the strongest Wenda Rozier.

She followed in the middle of the team at a leisurely pace and with great patience.

Kyle didn't think of using the same old trick again, using the mandrake or the poison mist trap. Judging from the other party's performance, they probably wouldn't fall in the same place twice.

There was another rustling sound behind him. It was the sound of clothes and leaves blowing past. Kyle was already very familiar with it. When he heard this sound, it meant that those people had caught up with him.

Kyle didn't hesitate, he just turned around and pointed his wand behind him.

"The Divine Edge is Shadowless!"

Three invisible wind blades cut through the air, cutting everything in front of them into two pieces, including two trees and an arm holding a magic wand.

At the same time, a hazy silver-white light flashed on his left, and the white light turned into a shield, blocking the stun spell that was coming rapidly from the left.

The silver shield flashed a few times and then instantly appeared behind him, blocking another spell, but this time it shattered itself and turned into a small silver spot of light.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Kyle turned over again and rode away on his broom.

The Firebolt simply couldn't exert its original speed while flying through the forest, but Kyle didn't dare to fly too high, otherwise he would become a target in the sky where he could see everything. He could only reduce his speed in exchange for cover.

"S***!" Someone cursed. "This is the nth time it has happened. This is such a troublesome magic. Doesn't his armor need to be actively controlled?"

"Probably not necessary." Rozier narrowed his eyes, "Tinos, how are you?"

"I'm fine, I was just careless." The wizard named Tinos picked up his arm, endured the pain and put it on the wound, gritted his teeth and recited a spell.

The wound emitted a blue light and began to heal slowly.

"Are all British wizards like this nowadays? How old is he? Twenty? He can actually force the twelve of us into this state!"

"And his magic is really weird, almost all of it is rune magic, it's really unreasonable."

"It's probably not everyone, only him." Rosier said, "... a magical genius, which is probably why Dumbledore asked him to come to Nurmengard."

"Tell me, between Graydens and him, who has better talent?"

"There is no comparison." Rozier thought for a moment, "Graydens is an Obscurial, one of the very few who can survive and master the Obscurial. His existence is a miracle and is almost impossible to replicate."

"But if we only talk about magic, he may not be able to beat this Hogwarts student. If we add in tactics and agility, the difference will be even greater." Rosier shook his head and said softly, "How is it going?"

"He has been forced to change direction..." Another person walked out of the woods. "He has now returned to the area where Apparition is prohibited. Clave is following him. According to the current situation, it will take him at least an hour to get out."

"That's good. As long as he can't escape by Apparition, we have time to slowly deal with him." Rozier looked at a neatly cut tree next to him, "I want to see how many tricks he has left."

"Tinos, you stay."

"Wenda, I'm still fine." Tinos moved his newly healed arm, "This level of injury has no effect on me."

"No." Rozier shook his head, "If we keep chasing him, he will definitely use you as a breakthrough point, and then we will only be able to leave one person behind.

"Go and take over Nagel's place and take the injured people with him. Get them here as soon as possible."

"Okay." Tinos did not hesitate this time. After identifying the direction, he immediately returned.

Rozier and others set out again, chasing in the direction Kyle left.

It was already early morning.

Kyle was walking through the dense bushes and he was embarrassed to find that he seemed to be lost.

He was just busy hiding from the people chasing him and had no time to identify the direction. As a result, he now has no idea where he is.

"No, if we go on like this we'll just be chased endlessly." Kyle felt a little annoyed.

Just at this time, Billywig, who was in charge of investigating the situation, brought him good news.

"So, there's only one person chasing me now?"

Hearing the squeaking sound of the Billywig worm, Kyle made up his mind and stopped immediately.

"Where is he?"

The Billywig worm changed direction, and Kyle immediately turned his broom around and flew over.

Within a minute, he saw the wizard flying in the air.

Without any nonsense, Kyle raised his wand.

"The Divine Edge is Shadowless!"

Although Clave, who was responsible for chasing Kyle, didn't understand why Kyle suddenly turned back, the current situation did not allow him to think too much. He waved the wand in his hand, and a red light went straight to Kyle.

Kyle had no intention of dodging at all. Instead, he took advantage of the other party's avoidance of the Shadowless Sword and pointed his wand at the tree next to him.

Clough's stunning spell was blocked by the silver shield around Kyle... The branches began to wriggle rapidly, tightly wrapping around his legs, and then a big mouth full of fangs appeared on the tree trunk next to him.

"Still want to launch a sneak attack? Aren't you being too disrespectful?" As if thinking of the scene where Tran's leg was bitten off, Clough suddenly became furious. He waved his hand and smashed the tree trunk next to him to pieces. Then he turned his target to Kyle again.

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

"Except your weapons!"

Two red lights, one deep and one shallow, collided in mid-air, emitting dazzling aftermath, like a red sun.

"Ha, Disarming Spell... He's just a brat after all!" Clave sneered, and exerted force with the hand holding the wand, and the ball of light slowly began to move towards Kyle.

Kyle showed a panicked look on his face, and began to frantically manipulate his magic power, trying to resist the approaching ball of light.

But it was in vain. No matter how hard he tried, he could not stop the ball of light from approaching.

"Wenda told us to be cautious, but now it seems that you have exhausted all your tricks." Clave grinned, "I hope you don't surrender too quickly when I torture you later, so that I can spend more time torturing you and avenge Trump and the others..."

Suddenly, Clave's voice stopped abruptly, and after a twitch, he fell straight down from the tree.

Without the support of magic, the Cruciatus Curse dissipated instantly. Kyle caught the flying wand, walked in front of Clough, stretched out his arm, and said lightly: "You really should have listened to Rosier."

A Bowtruckle came out from Clough's sleeve, holding a tiny bone needle made from a basilisk's tooth.

When Kyle was fighting with Clough with magic just now, he let Billywig and Bowtruckle fly next to him.

Clough didn't notice this...or maybe he noticed it, but didn't care.

Well, in a forest, who would care about those ubiquitous and very weak bowtruckles?

Kyle took out his wand again and placed it in his palm.

"Show me the way!"

He turned the wand in his hand a few times, and the tip of the wand stopped in one direction. Kyle immediately got on the broom and flew over.

A moment later, Rozier and others arrived, and there were six of them in total, which meant that they had gathered all the wounded together, and the people who had been in charge of taking care of them had also been released.

They immediately saw Clough lying on the ground.

One of them immediately ran over to check on him, then turned back with a pale face and said:

"Wenda, he's dead."

"I know." Wenda Rozier's face was as gloomy as water, and his eyes fell on the back of Clough's hand. The hand had turned completely black, and there was a tiny wound that was barely noticeable.

"Another Nangdu leopard?" Rozier frowned and shook his head. "No, it shouldn't be. The wound is too small. It couldn't have been caused by a Nangdu leopard."

"It should be some kind of poisonous bee." Another person said thoughtfully, "But in the magic world, is there such a poisonous bee? It can kill a battle-hardened wizard in such a short time."

"It could be something else." Rosier closed his eyes and waved his wand. The ground turned into a swamp, gradually swallowing up Clough.

"I'm going to kill that guy! I must kill him!" a wizard roared.

"An Jing, first we have to find where he is." Rozier looked around and muttered to himself, "He must want to leave here as soon as possible. The simplest and fastest way is to find the right direction..."

She seemed to have thought of something and placed the wand flat in the palm of her hand.

"Show me the way!"

The tip of the stick rotates and stops in one direction.

"This way? Let's chase him now." A man couldn't wait to fly forward for a distance.

"Yes, it's in this direction. Here is the broomstick he dropped."

The others rushed out immediately.

But Wenda Rozier did not move. She flew to a high place and observed for a moment, then resolutely flew behind her, which was where they were before.

The forest was eerily silent in the middle of the night, even the sound of insects seemed to have disappeared. Rosier's expression became increasingly heavy as he sped along.

The quieter the surroundings were, the more likely it was that a certain guess in her mind was true.

Rozier sped up again and turned into a giant golden eagle, soaring over the forest.

Finally, she saw the deserted tower and a leopard made of flames.

Its goal is...

Thanks to the golden eagle's excellent vision, Rosier saw Tinos holding the wand in his left hand, and the injured and unconscious people behind him.

"stop!"

The golden eagle let out a sharp cry and transformed back into Rosier in mid-air. She pointed her wand directly at Kyle, emitting a blinding green light.

Kyle dodged in time, and her killing curse fell on the cliff behind her, creating a shocking big hole.

Rozier fell to the ground and stared gloomily at Kyle who was smiling at her.

"Is this what Dumbledore does? Killing someone who has lost the ability to resist..."

"You're insulting me by saying that." Kyle shook his head. "I've never had such an idea. If you don't believe me, you can ask this gentleman. If he hadn't insisted on blocking my way, I would have left long ago."

Rosier looked at Tinos.

Although he was very reluctant, Tinos nodded and said, "Yes, his target has always been me."

"But I didn't expect that you didn't chase me, but turned back." Kyle shrugged.

"You can't be faster than us. Even if you find the right direction, you will be caught up sooner or later." Rozier said calmly, "Thinking about it this way, the best way is to run back.

"Although this will take more time, it will get rid of us and keep you safer. To be honest, I didn't expect you to do this at first."

"But you came back."

"Because of that broomstick," Rozier said. "I don't believe you would be so careless."

"I'm sorry for doing this." Kyle sighed and said with his hands behind his back, "For wizards like you who were so powerful sixty years ago, my tricks are really childish."

"That's not the case." Rozier straightened his messy robe. "Killing Clave stimulated us and made us lose our judgment. Then you left obvious clues... most people were fooled by you."

"Wenda...what did you say...Kraf is dead?!" Tinos' legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground.

"Kill him... revenge... revenge for Clough."

"There's nothing to avenge. We were the first to attack, and that's fair." Rosier said calmly, "As long as you lead us into Nurmengard, I can decide to spare your life."

"That won't work. I won't be able to explain myself if I ask you to rescue him," Kyle said.

"So there's nothing to talk about?" Rozier raised his eyes. "You should know that the reason you're still alive is because we don't want to kill you."

"Of course, I know." Kyle said, "If it was the Killing Curse you used before, my armor would definitely not be able to stop it. But despite this, I still refuse your request. But before I fight to the death, there is something I am curious about."

"With all your might... just relying on your Fiercefire Curse?" Rosier glanced at the wizards lying on the ground. "But considering that you didn't attack them, go ahead and ask..."

"That is, between rescuing Grindelwald and watching him die, which one would you choose?"

"what?"

"Vulcan clears the way!"

The wand on Kyle's back suddenly spurted out a golden-red flame. Under his control, the leopard made of fierce fire also leaped into the air and actively merged into the flames.

In an instant, the golden red turned into a heart-pounding crimson.

The Vulcan, composed entirely of Fiendfyre, led the way. It was the first time Kyle used it. Even Rosier was startled and subconsciously held his wand upright in front of him.

But she soon discovered that the target of the fire was not herself, but the tall tower on the cliff.

Although the Fiery Flame could not destroy the magic protecting Nurmengard, it enveloped everything around it. The scorching heat once dyed the tower red.

"Hurry up and make your choice, Ms. Wenda Rosier." Kyle turned around and said with a smile: "Mr. Grindelwald may not be able to hold on for much longer..."

Without any hesitation, Rozier left Kyle behind and headed straight for the tower.

……