The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

A green light suddenly lit up in the dim night, brighter than the mark of the dark devil hanging in the sky.

The bright light reflected on the eyes of the Death Eaters, causing their pupils to shrink suddenly, and their expressions were horrified. They simply couldn't believe that Snape dared to attack the Dark Lord.

Voldemort held up the wand and sneered lightly. Facing the oncoming green light, he slowly raised the wand and used the surging magic power at the tip of the wand to resist the Unforgivable Curse.

Green light froze a few inches away from the tip of the staff. Voldemort blocked the life-killing curse. Instead of being as relaxed as the defense was successful, he frowned slightly. The ominous magic lingering on the life-killing curse did not stop, but spread along the wand, cold and gray, making people shiver all over.

The curse in front of him was different from all the death curses he had seen in the past. In addition to the strong malice directed at the enemy, it also contained a real aura of death.

However, this does not mean that Snape surpassed Voldemort in the knowledge of the Death Curse, but that the two sides chose different directions.

The Death Curse released by Voldemort can fully unleash the deep malice in his heart. It is so fast and extremely deadly that even a wizard like Dumbledore cannot stop it head-on.

Snape integrated his understanding of death into the curse, symbolizing that the ominous aura of death is lingering and making it more difficult to deal with. Neither magic nor physical barriers can completely eliminate the influence of the Death Curse.

The Death Eaters and Harry who were watching around them all widened their eyes and subconsciously slowed down their breathing. Snape remained expressionless, his cold eyes hiding a certain intensity.

The slender and bifurcated snake letter was poked out and retracted. Voldemort put away his fleeting astonishment, raised a contemptuous smile on his lips, stirred the wand and gently lifted the death curse, guiding it upwards.

The green light cut through the sky like a meteor. The green light cut through the light seals of the skull and the snake, like a sharp blade cutting through the black devil's mark. This green light cut through the black devil's mark and remained unabated. It still shot hundreds of feet into the sky before slowly dissipating.

"Death, the disgusting smell..."

Voldemort said softly, "But I am still willing to forgive you and give you another chance, Severus, to come back behind me."

"The smell of disgust is the smell of fear." Snape sneered, "Dark magic, death curses, Horcruxes, prophecy balls... Admit it, everything you do is out of fear of death. , the Dark Lord, no, maybe I should call you Tom Riddle, you are just a coward who is afraid of death."

Voldemort narrowed his eyes slightly, his penetrating scarlet gaze standing out in the dark night: "Is this your answer?"

The mist rolled quietly, and the Death Eaters in the back row at first had the mentality of watching a good show, with cruel eyes full of teasing. As the Dark Lord asked the last words, a cold breath came from the back, and everyone People are as silent as cicadas.

"..."

The sound of swaying grass blades and dripping dew could be heard in the Silent Lawn. The Dark Lord was one position ahead of the Death Eaters. The suspended Potions Professor was guarding Harry behind him. When Snape raised his wand again, Voldemort used another He raised the wand quickly, without any spell-casting movement or any sound of chanting a spell. He flicked his wrist and drew a line of green light forward.

Every duel of the legendary wizard can inspire people. Loren, who was hiding behind the bushes, was highly concentrated and even a little excited. While watching Voldemort's movements, he used his peripheral vision to pay attention to Dumbledore beside him, trying to see him clearly. Every action he takes to save people.

Somewhat strangely, Dumbledore also seemed to be peeking at him.

Loren never expected that when Voldemort raised his hand to activate the Death Curse, Dumbledore suddenly thrust a wand into his hand and pushed him out.

"!!"

Loren didn't have time to think too much. He twisted the wand tightly with his fingers, waved it upwards in front of everyone's astonished eyes, and subconsciously used the most skilled piercing spell.

A blazing red light cut through the night sky like a meteorite, hitting the life-killing curse first and then later. After the hastily thrown spell directly smashed into the green light on its path, it landed on Voldemort's side with almost no hindrance. On the grass in front of the Death Eater, there was a loud explosion sound.

A plume of white smoke came out of a deep pit. Some fragments of weeds, roots, leaves and soil splashed down and hit Voldemort. They were swept away by the whirlwind. The other Death Eaters did not react so quickly, as if they were caught in a drizzling mud rain. .

Loren was not splashed by the mud, and summoned a whirlwind to roll away the debris. He glanced at Professor Snape and Harry not far away, and their eyes met. Snape understood that Dumbledore was nearby, and his expression became even more indifferent.

Harry was dumbfounded in surprise, not only because Loren suddenly jumped out, but also because of the piercing curse.

When he broke into the Acromantula's lair a few years ago, Loren once released a piercing curse, which caused the entire Acromantula group to give up resistance. At that time, we had to cooperate with the magic stone to charge up and release it. The curse just now was just hurriedly swung. It actually broke Voldemort's life-killing curse and was barely affected. It still exploded a deep pit and made all the Death Eaters embarrassed. .

The white smoke gradually dissipated, the fog gathered again, and the open grassland was not covered, revealing the figures of everyone.

"Loren Morgan."

Voldemort's gloomy eyes scanned the bushes behind him, his face, and finally the wand in his hand, and said unhurriedly, "As a student of Hogwarts, even during the Easter holiday, at night, "Leaving the castle is also a serious violation of school rules. Didn't Dumbledore emphasize this?"

Loren bluntly exposed it: "I guess you want to ask if Dumbledore is here?"

Voldemort smiled softly, and seemed to be very patient with him.

Loren turned his head and looked at the bushes. It was empty, and it was also empty in the magic field of vision.

"..."

He cursed in his heart, but his face was very calm. He retracted his gaze and his expression was calm: "Let's discuss it. I will bring these two guys who have seriously violated the school rules by going out at night together back to school. I promise to punish them severely. You will pretend that you have never seen us tonight. What do you think?"

Voldemort sneered, unwilling to continue to entangle whether Dumbledore was nearby, nor was he willing to talk to Loren. He just changed the wand from being carried casually to holding it in his right hand, and the tip of the wand burst into a green light, shooting straight at Loren.

Loren's pupils shrank slightly. He didn't want to play a duel game with Voldemort. He waved his wand and his figure suddenly flashed. After disappearing from the spot and avoiding the killing curse, he appeared in front of the side, then waved his wand fiercely, and the flames poured out and spread to the entire lawn.

The Death Eaters' encirclement was immediately torn open. Snape rushed out with Harry and ran towards the woods. The Death Eaters followed closely behind. Dozens of figures disappeared into the woods one after another.

Loren, who had no worries at all, raised his mouth corners quietly, grasped the wand with wood knots but smooth touch, flickered lightly in the flames, and controlled the flames to attack Voldemort.

I saw a bunch of blazing flames rising out of the sea of ​​fire, soaring hundreds of feet, turning into various kinds of ferocious beasts, biting over, with terrifying momentum.

The scaly basilisk, the falcon with wings like clouds, the lion with sturdy limbs...

Voldemort's heart was shocked, and he gave up the idea of ​​moving on the ground. He immediately swung the back of his robe and turned into black mist to rush into the sky, launching a magic bombardment from top to bottom.

Loren followed with his wand tightly grasped, and the flame tongue and the fire beast pounced on Voldemort together, with a posture more like a decisive collision.