I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 550 How could it be so powerful?

Owen frowned.

The emerald green eyes exuded a hint of chillness.

The truth hidden in Samothrace is definitely not as simple as a divine tower.

There must be a deeper secret.

In Muggle records, the island has another name, the Temple of the Gods.

According to epic records, a ritual of worshipping the gods lasted for thousands of years.

At first, Owen simply thought that it might be an instinctive action made by people who were tempted by the ancient magic leaked from the Tower of Divine Grant, but now it seems that there are more than just Outer Gods on that island.

"Oh - don't want to talk?" Voldemort's voice sounded in his ears.

Full of disdain and ridicule.

Owen looked him straight in the eyes.

A phantom was reflected from those scarlet vertical pupils.

The golden virtual image appeared in the shape of a ring, reflected in his pupils.

Full of wonders.

"I don't want to waste my time talking to you." Owen moved extremely quickly, with lightning also squeezing out from nothingness, columnar like the century-old trees in the forbidden forest, bursting out with piercing screams and dazzling light, and shooting straight forward.

"You are just a puppet of an illusion. What qualifications do you have to be so high and mighty in front of me?"

After saying that, he swung his left hand quickly, and a long sword made purely of magic power condensed out, cutting through the air with a faint sound of breaking through the air, and went straight for Voldemort's head.

"Heh - interesting."

A harsh mocking sound was heard.

Voldemort released his grip on Harry's neck.

The next moment, a multi-layered golden ring woven with complex ancient runes appeared around him.

All of Owen's attacks stopped on the surface of the magic ring and could not move forward an inch.

"Tsk——" A trace of anger burst out from the boy's heart.

He glanced at Hermione beside him.

After giving each other a look.

Immediately, the magic sword and lightning were intertwined together.

The two different spells came into contact with each other, instantly destroying the magic power that supported their stability.

Suddenly a white light suddenly lit up.

The violent explosion instantly submerged several people.

Everything around seemed to be swallowed up by this power. Lightning lost its restraints and bloomed like a flower, leaving its mark on the surrounding land that was covered with corruption due to Voldemort's arrival.

Ash, dirt, and rotting vegetation turned into a smoke that enveloped the area.

Only the sound of thunder could be heard from the invisible dust.

The rest can no longer feel anything.

"puff--"

"boom!"

There was a loud thumping sound.

Three figures flew out of the smoke and dust like cannonballs.

Fell to the ground.

"Damn it!"

Owen held Hermione in his arms and used himself as a cushion, which prevented the little witch from being seriously injured.

His own physical strength had reached an exaggerated level. Although it was painful when he landed, he was not injured.

The worst off was Harry. He lay on the ground dying, blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, and at least several ribs were broken.

"call--"

Heavy breathing was heard - the golden light in the smoke was like a curtain, covering all the dust from the inside out, and in an instant, the open space became bright again.

Voldemort stood there, with his head raised, staring down at the three miserable lambs.

A layer of the golden magic ring around his body broke into pieces and fell off like crystals, emitting a striking fluorescent light as it fell to the ground.

And around him, there are at least three layers of magic rings that remain motionless.

Just now, Hermione used the Armor Charm at the critical moment. The explosion at close range shattered the invisible armor in an instant, and then knocked the three of them out.

On the other hand, Voldemort—he was not hurt at all. He was not even knocked back.

"I have truly become the shell of an Outer God, wholeheartedly."

Owen helped Hermione up and asked her to look after Harry.

Now he probably saw clearly the gap between himself and Voldemort.

The so-called difference lies in the use of magic power.

No matter how powerful he was, he had only been learning magic for a dozen years. Even if he had learned some spells and spellcasting techniques from Zhang Xiaolin and Dean Bridget, they were only fragments after all.

If you give him some time, ten years - fifty years - a hundred years.

Perhaps he could also reach the heights of gods, or even surpass them.

But it was too late.

But Voldemort was different - he seemed to have acquired all the spells and magic casting skills of the gods, and had systematic control over them. This was totally beyond the reach of a half-baked man like him.

Like the rings made of ancient runes. They were symbols of the power of gods. That was how the enemy attacked him in Italy when he first faced part of the essence of the Outer God.

Now he himself was simply incapable of using the ancient runes in this way.

He was still using the spell.

The only one in the modern world who has a control over the runes that has a hint of the ancient gods is Victor. His Realm Warp has some traces of the Ring.

"But - why?" What Owen couldn't understand was why some fragments of the Outer Gods would teach Voldemort what they had accumulated over tens of thousands of years?

Why?

Could it be that Voldemort is Zhi's offspring?

Just in the hope that Voldemort would defeat him?

Is this reason sufficient?

This is giving away magic power and ten thousand years of experience. Can that crazy Outer God really do this?

"Meow?"

Hillock, who had just been knocked away, returned to Owen's feet.

"Go and look at her," said Owen.

Then he looked at Bakar who also flew back.

——He really didn't know what Dumbledore's plan was.

But that doesn't mean he can't vent.

It's impossible to let him escape in disgrace.

It's just Voldemort - what's the harm in killing him again?

The Phoenix Crystal Wand lit up with a silvery-white light.

The next second, the originally clear sky began to be covered with dark clouds.

Buckle spread his wings and flew high, like a sharp sword.

The body suddenly grew larger within a few breaths and returned to its true size.

Then scarlet lightning lit up all over his body.

It held golden flames in its mouth and spit them out, and scarlet lightning turned into long swords and slashed down at the same time.

Fire and lightning intertwined, and the entire sky seemed to be split in two, and the impact in the air collided with a deafening roar.

But this is far from enough.

Because Voldemort only used one magic ring to block them, and he could still free up his hands to deal with others.

Another magic ring suddenly lit up.

Countless ancient runes were compiled into the golden sword.

The sharp swords are like speeding meteors, so densely packed that they give a feeling of galloping.

"Sanchez force field—"

Owen raised his right hand.

A rose-shaped petal opened, deflecting all the swords heading towards him.

"Bang-bang!"

The flying golden sword rain fell indiscriminately on the land around them.

Every time it touches the ground, it sets off an explosion as brilliant as fireworks.

The area for several hundred feet around it seemed like a volcano, suffering from an endless stream of molten lava spewing from the crater.

In an instant, golden light, red thunder, and orange dragon breath appeared. There were only these three colors between heaven and earth. The magnificent colors seemed like oil paints interwoven together.

<divclass="contentadv">“Oh my God——” Harry, who had taken several sips of the stimulating potion, covered his chest in pain.

He could feel the bones growing again and the torn organs healing. The pain was unbearable, like drowning, and it was difficult to breathe.

But physical pain could not occupy all his attention.

The scene before one's eyes, which seems like a battle between gods, can make one forget.

Hermione also supported the force field magic.

The golden swords that were heading towards them by coincidence were deflected again.

Her eyes were also full of shock.

She had seen such scenes before.

But that time it was a real god.

When did Voldemort have this kind of power?

This is impossible - how can he be so strong?

Not only them - the members of the Order of the Phoenix and the Federation who stayed behind were also staring at Voldemort in shock.

Such powerful magic - can humans still perform it?

"Ron--" Koyatel, who had returned to his original appearance, struggled to hold on to the Armor Spell, and moved forward step by step towards a blasted hole not far from him.

Ron is really unlucky.

Just now, those sharp swords began to attack indiscriminately.

He was with Ginny.

Facing the sharp sword, he immediately cast the Iron Armor Spell. But the Iron Armor Spell was not a force field magic, and it was already difficult to block the golden sword rain coming from the front.

What’s more, there is a rain of swords from all directions.

A golden sword exploded behind him, even though he had noticed it in advance. But Ginny was behind him - at the critical moment, he pulled Ginny, protected his sister in front of him, and jumped into the hole that had just exploded in front of him. The aftermath of the explosion hit him. Koyatel saw Ron spit out a mouthful of blood with his own eyes.

That's why she keeps going.

"Ron—" she yelled.

Under the attack of the violent storm, we were lucky enough to reach the pit.

"How is he?" she asked anxiously.

Ginny was tearing up as she took out a potion from her pocket.

Ron lay on his back on her legs, his whole body limp, blood flowing out, staining half of Ginny's body red.

"It's okay - it's okay!" The girl cried desperately, but she didn't dare to stop her hands.

Because of Hermione's 'earnest teachings', almost every one of them carries some healing potions with them.

"It's okay--" She seemed to be comforting herself.

The stimulant potion was poured into Ron's mouth for free.

Then there was the Dicum - the external application of Dicum covered his entire back.

Koyatel wanted to go and help - but she had to fend off the rain of swords that was still flying all over the sky.

I can't spare any energy.

The girl looked away - Kingsley, Moody and the others were protecting the few guests who had not yet evacuated and could not protect themselves.

It was also difficult for others to do anything. Even the Shield Charm cast by most people could not stop the rain of swords. If Dumbledore had not been protecting them, at least 60% of the wizards on the scene would have died in this round of attack.

And the battlefield of the battle.

Koyatel saw the light of the wand in Owen's hand getting brighter and brighter. The blue, white and purple colors associated with the stars gathered at the tip of his wand like particles.

Rushing and expanding.

After condensing for more than ten seconds, he pushed it suddenly.

——The torrent of soul.

The magic power surged like an unstoppable meteor, with overwhelming force, and hit the magic circle where Voldemort was casting a rain of swords.

"Click——" The clear sound was particularly obvious.

The next second, the rain of swords in the sky stopped and dissipated.

Which magic ring is broken.

"Good opportunity!" Koyatel's eyes focused, and a green light lit up at the tip of her wand.

The Grim Reaper raised his scythe and quickly moved towards Voldemort.

And there are many wizards who share the same idea as her.

There were at least a dozen battle-hardened wizards present.

They also launched an attack like Voldemort the moment the rain of swords disappeared.

The sky was filled with spells of various colors, like sparks cutting through the darkness, leaving behind long smoke tails.

"Source Flow·Lightning·Star Flow Thunder Strike!"

Zhang Xiaolin dances with the folding fan in her hand.

"Click——"

The next second, a flash of lightning appeared out of thin air - after the rain of swords burst out, Bakar, who had been hiding in the clouds, appeared again.

Scarlet lightning also gathered.

Two bolts of lightning struck down at the same time.

It went straight through Voldemort's entire body.

Along with dozens of spells.

Like a cannonball, it directly flooded the area.

The silent soil was blown up again.

The water decomposes and evaporates in lightning and turns into smoke.

Thick smoke obscured everyone's vision.

"call--"

Hermione quietly came up behind Owen, "Is he dead?"

"I don't think there's—" Owen frowned.

He could still feel the powerful magical power gathering in front of him, which showed no sign of dissipating.

"How is it possible—so many spells—"

Hermione said incredulously, "Even before in Italy, facing a real god - these attacks would have worked."

"That's not the real god," Owen said. "It's just the essence of part of the god."

“Each of the seven divinely bestowed towers is part of God’s essence.

But - it is not divided equally into seven parts, there are definitely more and less. Perhaps the remaining ones on the island of Samothrace are much more than those in other divine towers. "

Hermione cast the force field magic again.

She wasn't sure what she was about to face, but using this magic always brought a sense of peace of mind.

And behind her.

Harry was crawling up, clutching his chest.

He was covered in corrupt mud and held a wand tightly in his hand.

He stared at the smoke and dust, waves of fear rising in his heart.

Suddenly, Harry's forehead scar began to burn with pain. Just now, when Voldemort grabbed his neck, he felt the same stinging pain in his forehead.

This made Harry realize that his scar would hurt as long as Voldemort was near him.

"Get away!"

Although he did not see Voldemort himself.

But the deep fear still made him react instinctively.

Two Killing Curses - coming from a Death Eater that suddenly appeared behind him - damn, all the attention is on Voldemort - Harry cursed in his heart - and dodged to the side, the curse missed him by only a millimeter.

Then Harry, who was lying on the ground, saw him.

Voldemort suddenly appeared like a flash of smoke between himself, Owen and Hermione.

He seemed to be attracted by his own shouting.

Originally he wanted to deal with Irving.

Another green light shot over, and Harry could no longer tell up from down, left from right. His scar was still burning, and he felt like he might die soon.

Harry was wilting with agony, his eyes almost shut - then his wand took action on its own.