Hogwarts: I'm the only cultivator here!

How long has it been? And he even gave Voldemort a secret manual for cultivating magic, making him stronger than he was at his peak even before he was resurrected.

But what about Voldemort? It's been so long, and he still hasn't gotten Harry's blood to resurrect himself. This is really disappointing for Ye Feng, so he decided to personally deliver some blood to Voldemort so that he could be resurrected sooner.

However, he couldn't give it to her openly, so he had to resort to this method.

So Voldemort desperately protected the two Death Eaters who were with him. After the explosion completely stopped, he was surprised to find that one Death Eater was still alive and well, and that he had not protected him at all.

Seeing this, Voldemort was extremely pleased. He decided to give this subordinate, who was more capable than the others, an important position when he returned. Moreover, if possible, he might as well teach him some of the methods of magical cultivation.

"You... are quite good." For once, Voldemort smiled, but Ye Feng thought it would have been better if he hadn't smiled at all.

However, Voldemort was too happy too soon, because an even bigger surprise awaited him.

316 mixed in

Voldemort was quite pleased to see his subordinates survive unscathed thanks to his own strength, because it meant that they not only possessed considerable strength, but also had quite good luck.

Often, it's not enough to just be strong enough to survive; you also need a certain amount of luck. After all, there are plenty of people who are strong enough, but very few who are lucky enough.

Therefore, Voldemort was genuinely pleased to see that his subordinate possessed such strength and luck.

"Perhaps I should train a strong assistant..." Voldemort thought to himself, a hint of appreciation in his eyes as he looked at his 'strong' subordinate.

Ye Feng: [?_??]

Seeing Voldemort's satisfied smile, Ye Feng had a huge question mark on his head. However, when he saw Voldemort beckoning him to come over quickly, Ye Feng ran over as fast as he could.

"You are very good."

Ye Feng: ヽ(゜Q.)ノ?

At this moment, Ye Feng's question mark was even bigger, but he still dutifully fulfilled his duty as a Death Eater. After arriving next to Voldemort, he raised his wand and vigilantly observed the surroundings, protecting Voldemort in the middle.

Yes, although Voldemort protected the other two Death Eaters, he was still between them. In other words, if there was any danger, the two of them would be human shields in front of him.

However, the other two Death Eaters had no objection to this, because they were both fanatical followers of Voldemort, the kind of fanatics who would give up everything for Voldemort.

Therefore, even if Voldemort didn't allow them to stand in front of him, they would still willingly act as Voldemort's shield.

If they didn't care, Ye Feng would care even less, since both Voldemort and these Death Eaters had taken many lives.

The reason why Voldemort and the Death Eaters are so notorious in the wizarding world is simple: they don't care about other people's lives at all. If they don't like you, they might throw a Killing Curse at you in the next second.

Knowing that they were people who didn't value other people's lives, Ye Feng never treated them as normal people and never took their lives seriously.

Therefore, Ye Feng could comfortably throw that Death Eater into the air and ignore his life or death before taking his place.

Now, he needs to take his current role seriously.

Seeing his loyal subordinate who had survived without his protection, Voldemort was overjoyed. He decided that he would teach him a part of his magic cultivation method when he returned.

As Voldemort pondered how to train himself as a 'subordinate,' the scorched earth beneath his feet, which had turned into a glassy state, suddenly shattered, and thick roots burst forth from the soil.

Fire is indeed the nemesis of these immovable plants. Unable to escape, they can only stay in place and be consumed by the flames.

But destruction can sometimes represent rebirth.

When old plants are consumed by flames and turned into thick ash, the seeds buried in the soil will take root and sprout, absorbing nutrients from the ash to grow strong, because the earth will insulate against most of the heat.

Protected by the earth, although the surface appeared to be ravaged by various attacks and seemed to have lost all life, the underground part was not greatly affected.

Therefore, when the rampant attack stopped, the various plant roots hidden underground instantly launched a counterattack.

Even Voldemort stared in astonishment at the sight of the thick plant roots emerging from the soil, for he had not yet calmed the restless magic within him.

Although he could still use magic even if the magic hadn't completely subsided, judging from the power of these attacks, it was clear that the magic he could currently use was insufficient to withstand them.

"It seems I have no choice but to sacrifice you all..."

With various attacks about to strike, Voldemort, unwilling to fight to the death, was already prepared to sacrifice two of his henchmen, and even raised his wand.

However, there was someone who was even faster than him, and that person was our protagonist, Ye Feng.

Seeing the overwhelming attack about to come, Ye Feng gently raised his wand and muttered a somewhat awkward incantation.

The reason why he is considered inexperienced is mainly because although Ye Feng knows many spells, perhaps even more than Dumbledore, he usually casts spells simply by raising his wand or even by thinking about them.

The gestures of waving a magic wand and the spells chanted by others had nothing to do with him.

Because he was used to not reciting spells or only reciting simplified ones, Ye Feng was not quite up to the task of quickly reciting a complete spell, so his recitation was somewhat awkward.

Although his incantation was clumsy, the power of his magic was by no means weak.

As Ye Feng's awkward incantation rang out, ice crystals condensed into ice walls to protect them.

Plants are afraid of fire and ice.

Ice generally represents extreme cold, which inhibits their growth and can even freeze the abundant water in their bodies, causing them to die and become brittle.

Therefore, when the ice wall was erected, the movement of the thick plant roots slowed down, but these plants in the maze were not ordinary plants after all.

Ordinary plants would be unable to withstand the extreme cold emanating from the ice walls, let alone destroy them; they might even freeze to death if they got too close. But the plants in the maze are different. They have transcended the category of ordinary plants and are about to enter the extraordinary level of demons.

Almost the instant the ice wall was erected, thick, powerful vines and tree roots lashed down fiercely.

"Boom boom boom..."

A loud smashing sound rang out, and the thick ice wall only lasted for less than two seconds before dense cracks appeared. However, those nearly two seconds were enough.

Almost at the same time the ice wall rose, Ye Feng, disguised as a Death Eater, moved his hands so fast that afterimages appeared. Amidst these afterimages, a whole set of talismans were thrown out and activated.

When the ice wall shattered with a deafening roar, a transparent, slightly golden shield quietly took shape. The four people protected by the shield also vanished without a trace, as if they had never existed at all.

Two or three minutes later, on the other side of the maze, Voldemort looked at the maze plants around him who hadn't noticed their presence at all, and his eyes showed deep amazement.

"I used to look down on these external things, thinking that the magic I mastered was the strongest. But now it seems that these external things have their merits."

Ye Feng, who was following behind Voldemort, couldn't help but secretly curl his lip upon hearing his words.

It wasn't that Ye Feng looked down on Voldemort; with his current strength, he didn't even need a mid-level talisman. He only needed to take out one of the more powerful beginner talismans he learned from the system to easily obliterate Voldemort.

Yes, the numerous talismans that Ye Feng has released are actually only the beginner level of the talismans he has learned. In fact, these talismans are only of lower-middle level among the beginner level, because the ceiling of these beginner talismans has barely reached the Immortal level.

Although Ye Feng also agreed with the idea that great power should belong to oneself and that only by being strong oneself can one be truly strong, Voldemort was not yet qualified to say that.

So... Ye Feng's left hand subtly moved, fingers pointing like a sword, and the next second, the previously indifferent plants stirred as if they were cats smelling fish.

317 Ye Feng: Finally sent it out.

Voldemort: Σ(っ°Д°;)っ

Voldemort was startled by the sudden stirring of the plants around him, because the plants had been perfectly fine before, as if they didn't exist.

But now, these plants seem to be able to see them again.

Habits are a terrible thing. Once you get used to something, you'll feel lost and helpless if it starts to change.

Voldemort and his ilk are a prime example.

They had become accustomed to not needing to pay attention to the plants around them and simply walking quietly forward. Now, suddenly, the plants around them could 'see' them again, which caught them off guard and left them momentarily unsure of what to do.

Fortunately, they weren't fools. After being startled, they quickly realized what was happening and all three of them raised their wands. But someone was faster than them.

"Except your weapons!"

Voldemort: (キ｀?Д??)!!

Looking at his empty hands, Voldemort was instantly filled with shock and rage. He never expected that this subordinate, whom he had just valued so highly, would betray him at this moment.

Do you understand what you're doing?

Although his wand was knocked away, Voldemort was not too worried, because even without his wand, he was still a force that no ordinary wizard could withstand.

Therefore, Voldemort, who had ample strength as his foundation, was not afraid at all. He was confident that even if his subordinate really betrayed him, he could easily kill him and make him regret betraying him.

However, he was quickly stunned, because after knocking his wand away, the other person immediately removed the mask from their face again.

When the traitor was identified and the mask was removed again, Voldemort was truly shocked this time. When the mask was removed, he saw a familiar face, the very face he saw every night in his dreams.

"who are you!"

"You actually dare to face me with my youthful appearance, you... are very good!"

"Avada..."

"The sound of a lapel!"

"Waaaaah... Ughhhhh!"

"Are you speechless now? Do you really want to know who I am?"

Hearing Ye Feng's words, Voldemort was very angry, but he still nodded instinctively.

Seeing Voldemort nod, the 'young Voldemort' broke into a bright smile.

"Want to know? If you want to know, then just say it. How am I supposed to know you want to know if you don't tell me? If I don't know you want to know, how can I tell you what you want to know?"

Voldemort: (╬◣д◢)

Seeing Voldemort's furious outburst, the 'young Voldemort's' smile grew even brighter.

"Oh? You don't want to know? Since you don't want to know, then I won't tell you."

Voldemort: #￥%%￥*…

Young Voldemort: I used to be a dark lord, and I did many heinous and inhuman things, but now I want to be a good person, so... you old hag, just die and fulfill my wish.

Voldemort: I'll f*** you!

Voldemort: (?｀;)?

"I can talk now? I'm so muffled..."

Voldemort: [?_??] ヽ(｀Д?)ノ

At this moment, Voldemort was truly enraged.

No one had ever dared to tease him like that, never!

Therefore, regardless of whether the person in front of him is his Horcrux or another version of himself, he will never let him go!

Did he really think silencing him would subdue him? Did he really think he couldn't cast spells without a wand? Naive, utterly naive! He would show this man what cruelty truly meant!

At that moment, a deafening roar erupted in Voldemort's heart, and then the 'young Voldemort' was instantly sent flying as if he had been hit by a speeding high-speed train, spitting out a mouthful of blood the instant he flew out.