days at Hogwarts

Chapter 700 Dumbledore tricks students

A ray of green light suddenly lit up in the dim night, brighter than the black magic mark hanging in the sky.

The brilliant light shone into the eyes of the Death Eaters, causing their pupils to shrink suddenly. They looked horrified and could not believe that Snape dared to attack the Dark Lord.

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

The green light stagnated a few inches from the tip of the wand. Voldemort blocked the killing curse, but instead of feeling relieved that he had successfully defended himself, he frowned slightly. The ominous magic power lingering on the killing curse did not stop, but spread along the wand, cold and gray, making people feel cold all over.

The spell before him was different from all the killing curses he had seen before. In addition to the strong malice directed at the enemy, it also contained a real breath of death.

However, this does not mean that Snape surpassed Voldemort in the attainment of the Killing Curse, but that both sides chose different directions.

The Killing Curse released by Voldemort can fully unleash the deep malice in his heart. It is swift and extremely deadly. Even a wizard like Dumbledore finds it difficult to block it head-on.

Snape incorporated his own understanding of death into the spell, symbolizing that the ominous aura of death lingers and is even more difficult to deal with. Neither magical nor physical barriers can completely eliminate the impact of the Killing Curse.

The Death Eaters and Harry who were watching nearby all widened their eyes and subconsciously slowed down their breathing. Snape still had a blank expression on his face, and his cold eyes concealed a certain fiery intensity.

The slender forked snake tongue stretched out and retracted. Voldemort put away his fleeting surprise, raised a scornful smile at the corner of his mouth, and flicked his wand to gently lift the killing curse, guiding it upwards.

The green light cut through the sky like a meteor, and the emerald green light cut through the light marks of the skull and the snake, like a sharp blade cutting through the dark magic mark. After cutting through the dark magic mark, the green light continued to rush straight into the sky for hundreds of feet before slowly dissipating.

"Death, a disgusting smell..."

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

"What smell of disgust? It's the smell of fear," Snape said sarcastically. "Dark magic, the Killing Curse, the Horcrux, the prophecy ball... 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 scarlet eyes were particularly conspicuous in the darkness: "Is this your answer?"

The fog rolled quietly. The Death Eaters in the back row were initially looking forward to the show, with cruel eyes full of mockery. As the Dark Lord asked the last sentence, a cold breath rushed up from their backs, and everyone fell silent.

"..."

On the silent lawn, the sounds of grass swaying and dew dripping could be heard. The Dark Lord was one step ahead of the Death Eaters. The suspended Potions Professor protected Harry behind him. When Snape raised his wand again, Voldemort raised his wand even more agilely. There was no casting motion, no sound of chanting. He just flicked his wrist and a streak of green light flashed forward.

Every duel of legendary wizards is inspiring. Loren, hiding behind the bushes, was highly focused and even a little excited. While watching Voldemort's movements, he kept an eye on Dumbledore beside him, trying to see clearly his every move to save people.

What was a little strange was that Dumbledore seemed to be stealing glances at him as well.

Loren never expected that when Voldemort raised his hand to cast the Killing Curse, Dumbledore suddenly stuffed a wand into his hand and pushed him out.

"!!"

Loren didn't have time to think too much. He twisted his fingers and clenched the magic wand. Under everyone's astonished gaze, he swung it diagonally upwards and subconsciously used his most skilled piercing spell.

A blazing red light streaked across the night sky like a meteorite, and hit the killing curse first. This hastily thrown spell directly smashed the green light on its path, and landed almost unhindered on the side of Voldemort, on the grass in front of the Death Eater, making a loud explosion.

White smoke rose from a deep pit. Some fragments of weed roots and soil splashed down and hit Voldemort, but were blown away by the whirlwind. The other Death Eaters did not react as quickly, as if they were drenched in a drizzling rain of mud.

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

Harry was stunned with surprise, not only because Loren suddenly jumped out, but also because of the piercing spell.

A few years ago, when he broke into the lair of the Acromanthus, Loren had also cast a piercing spell, which caused the entire Acromanthus to give up resistance. At that time, he had to use the Philosopher's Stone to charge and release the spell. The spell he cast just now was just hastily cast, but it was almost unaffected after shattering Voldemort's Killing Curse, and it still blew up a deep pit, making the Death Eaters very embarrassed.

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

"Loren Morgan."

Voldemort's gloomy eyes swept over the bushes behind him, his face, and finally the wand in his hand. He said slowly, "As a student of Hogwarts, leaving the castle at night is a serious violation of school rules even during the Easter holidays. Didn't Dumbledore emphasize this point?"

Loren bluntly said, "I guess you want to ask if Dumbledore is here?"

Voldemort chuckled and seemed to be very patient with him.

Loren turned his head and looked at the bushes. They were empty, and so was the magical vision.

"..."

He cursed in his heart, but his face was very calm. He retracted his gaze and said calmly, "Let's discuss it. I will bring these two guys who have violated the school rules by hanging out together at night back to school and promise to punish them severely. You just pretend you haven't seen us tonight. What do you think?"

Voldemort sneered, not wanting to continue worrying about whether Dumbledore was nearby or not, nor was he willing to talk to Loren anymore. He simply changed the wand from being held casually to being held in his right hand, and the tip of the wand emitted a faint green light, shooting straight at Loren.

Loren's pupils shrank slightly. He didn't want to play a duel game of attack and defense with Voldemort. He waved his wand and his figure flashed suddenly. He disappeared from the spot to avoid the Killing Curse, appeared in front of him, and then waved his wand violently. Flames poured out and spread to the entire lawn.

A gap was immediately torn in the Death Eaters' encirclement. Snape rushed out with Harry and ran towards the woods. The Death Eaters chased closely behind them. Dozens of figures sank into the woods and disappeared.

Loren, who had no worries at all, curled up the corners of his mouth quietly, and tightly grasped the wand that was full of knots but felt smooth, flickering lightly in the flames, controlling the flames to attack Voldemort.

I saw blazing flames rising up from the sea of ​​fire, skyrocketing hundreds of feet, and transforming into all kinds of ferocious beasts, which pounced and bit at the target with terrifying momentum.

The snake monster with terrifying scales, the falcon with wings spread like clouds, the lion with sturdy limbs...

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

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

(End of this chapter)