This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Harry Potter was the only one who could survive the killing curse.

Today, there is one more person.

Under the candlelight, Vincent, who was hurt by the fall, opened his eyes and found that the Gryffindor sword in his hand was rusty.

It looked like it was worn out, but the rust on the sterling silver sword was disappearing little by little.

It seemed that the silver shield had a share of the credit for blocking the killing curse.

He set his sights on Voldemort.

"Now,

tell me.

Where is my magic stone. "

The secret of the Sorting Hat is known only to Hermione and him.

Cedric, whose hands were not shaking, took a step forward, "I know where it is!"

Voldemort smiled, "Tell me, child.

As long as you help me find it, I can return Digory to the Holy Twenty-Eight Family. "

"Thank you Dark Lord for your appreciation." Cedric tried to sound non-threatening.

"I've long disliked Wayne.

so--"

He raised his wand very quickly,

"Expelliarmus!"

Voldemort's smile froze and he allowed the disarming spell to hit his chest.

"The Diggory family will perish because of your foolish choices."

There was no fear on Cedric's face.

Because of the spiral staircase,

Only a few blood-stained stones remained.

Voldemort, who was still unaware of this, sneered,

Raise the yew wand very slowly.

He wanted to use this method to bring the greatest fear to this fair boy.

However, the twins and Rolf, who had someone in their family who had fought against the Dark Lord, were not afraid, nor was Cedric, who was trembling at first.

"Foolish belief." Voldemort held his wand steady as if bored, with deep disdain in his eyes.

"In the face of death, everyone is equal.

And I am Voldemort flying away from death! "

The green light shone on the faces of the four people, and also on the Gryffindor sword, which had lost most of its rust.

"You actually -" Voldemort turned around and saw Vincent with half of his face covered in blood.

The sword he was holding swung it sideways and struck the black robe.

Goblin weapons can absorb and enhance their own characteristics, instantly pulling Voldemort's ugly face together.

"You're too arrogant!" Vincent cut hard.

Quirrell's body was split in half.

The cut on the upper body was surrounded by black mist, while the lower body was withering little by little.

Gryffindor's sword, which absorbed the Killing Curse, already had the power to bring death.

"Damn Mudblood!" Voldemort floated into the sky, "Avada Kedavra!"

Vincent raised the blade of his sword,

Cutting from bottom to top towards the green lightning shooting towards you.

The Killing Curse was cut in half and struck at his feet.

Including the portraits of previous principals, everyone who witnessed this scene was surprised.

"It would be nice if I had learned swordsmanship." He swung the sword hard, shaking off all the rust on it.

Voldemort narrowed his snake-like eyes.

Muggle-born, Muggle weapons, Muggle-like inelegant fighting style.

Such a little wizard,

Once he only had to move his fingers,

The other party had already fallen in front of him.

The Dark Lord was angry.

Not to mention carrying out sneak attacks over and over again, they still used legendary level equipment.

"You managed to piss me off, Vincent Wayne."

Voldemort raised his left hand formed by black mist, "Whether it is the wizarding world or the Muggle world, the surname Wayne will no longer exist!"

With a "boom", the tower where the principal's office was located was illuminated like daylight.

The lightning and thunder outside the castle seemed to announce the establishment of the Dark Lord's oath.

"Brother, are you really okay?" On such a serious occasion, George pointed at Vincent's back.

Fred also jumped in, "Seriously, do you want to go to the second floor to find Madam Pomfrey first?"

"I want to, too." Vincent held the hilt of the sword with both hands, "But I always feel that the academy points are not enough~"

The blood on his school robe, which had been slashed open on the back, had long since dried and scabbed.

But compared to Voldemort, who lost his lower body, these injuries were considered minor.

"Remember that blinding spell?"

The twins will both smile.

"The fluorescent lights are blinding——"

Two extremely dazzling bright lights illuminated from below, causing Voldemort to half-squint his eyes.

It was a feint, he knew it.

But when ordinary magic spells don't work, the possibility of hurting him is basically zero.

fly? There are only a few people in the magic world who can fly magic.

When he looked down with great disdain,

It was discovered that Vincent was stepping on a rising stone pillar.

The twins bought time, and Cedric and Rolf performed the transformation spell together.

Such a perfect fit,

This made Voldemort's face become even more ugly.

Black Mist wrapped his left hand around the silver blade of Gryffindor's sword.

The moment he raised his wand and was about to cast the killing curse again, he unexpectedly sensed movement in the principal's office above him.

This is a coma spell that is not very powerful but has very clear direction.

The bright bald head received this blow.

Even after a very brief fainting, the black mist surrounding the sword was no longer as solid as before.

Vincent cut off the palm holding the yew wand along with the loose black mist.

"Damn Mudblood!!!"

After the deafening roar, Voldemort fell downwards as if he had lost his support.

"We won?" The twins lowered their wands.

"Impossible." Cedric didn't dare to relax.

Just as Luo Fe was about to go over and hit the target, a large cloud of irregular black mist floated out.

Vincent on the top of the stone pillar was so frightened that he raised his sword and slashed at it.

But the black mist seemed to have no entity, and the silver sword blade passed directly through the middle.

"Ho ho ho ho—" A cold laugh came from Voldemort's mouth.

The black mist connected to the yew wand could not be disconnected no matter how many spells the four people below used.

"I have to admit, you're more of a threat than Harry Potter—"

The black mist that enveloped Voldemort turned into an illusory figure.

The five people who sensed the end of the potion's effect didn't think anything happened.

Facing this oppressive force, Vincent's forehead was covered with sweat without even realizing it.

In this state of being neither human nor ghost, he was so strong that it was difficult for him to imagine how strong he would be after being fully resurrected.

"Vincent Wayne, I shouldn't have treated you like a child."

Voldemort did not choose the killing curse this time, but used black mist to construct a ferocious snake and bit it.

"Gulu——" Vincent held up the Sword of Gryffindor without even showing a trace of fear.

"Merlin bless-"

His inner prayer seemed to be working.

A piece of red flame blocked the attack for him.

"Well done, kids!"

After the flames and the serpent were annihilated, Dumbledore appeared on the stone pillar.

He put his hand on Vincent's shoulder.

"You have far more courage than I do, Vincent."

"Professor, be careful!"

Dumbledore raised the elder wand, and the black mist that turned into big snakes stopped.

"Long time no see, Tom."

Voldemort did not reply, but smashed down the huge amount of black mist.

Vincent, who was under the elder wand, could clearly see a small group of black mist drifting towards the window of the tower.

And inside, it seems that a magic wand can be vaguely seen.

Ran away?

When Voldemort saw Dumbledore appear, he actually ran faster than a cuckoo biscuit.

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