My Hogwarts has a serious problem.

Chapter 521, Section 518: Delay

Voldemort's face darkened; he seemed somewhat confused by what Lynn was saying.

"What do you mean?"

"What do you care what I mean?" Lynn waved his hand, glancing at the wizards surrounding him, and said with narrowed eyes.

"If you're going to do it, then do it now. If you take me back and force-feed me truth serum, I might actually tell you the truth."

Seeing him like this, Voldemort could no longer maintain the calm look in his eyes.

Since regaining consciousness, he has been receiving all sorts of bad news.

Although his main soul did not completely perish, it inexplicably disappeared.

Whether they were loyal Death Eaters or opportunists who prioritized personal gain, some died, and others were arrested.

The power he had painstakingly cultivated for over a decade was almost completely destroyed.

Although he had reached a cooperation agreement with the Magical Congress of the United States, their contemptuous attitude towards him meant that he was not treated as an equal by anyone who had become isolated.

Voldemort finally lost his temper and gave orders to the wizards on the island.

"Grab him!"

Upon hearing Voldemort's command, the wizards of the Magical Congress of the United States did not make a move.

Instead, after the other leader, the American wizard, nodded and gave the order again, the hundreds and thousands of wizards on the island began to wave their wands at Lynn.

He collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

"They've all turned to stone."

Countless dazzling spells shot out towards Lynn.

Lynn hasn't even taken out his wand yet, not even at the moment those wizards chanted their spells.

The scepter suddenly emerged from his body, moving around him like a snake.

Then a towering iron wall suddenly rose up, encircling Lynn and protecting him firmly within it.

The more Lynn wielded the scepter, the more he appreciated the true wonders of Transfiguration.

Compared to the directness and violence of black magic, polymorphism, while lacking the same strong visual impact and direct effect, is undoubtedly one of the most powerful forms of magic.

A button can turn into a beetle, which is to turn an inanimate object into a living one.

A rat can be turned into a snuffbox, representing the transformation of a living creature into an inanimate one.

While the transformation between inanimate objects does not involve the same power to bestow or plunder life as the former two, it does not involve such a transformation between inanimate objects.

However, in the hands of a master Transformer, the use of Transformation can be as similar as creating something out of thin air.

Even if all they have is dust, they can use it to create anything they want.

The scepter left behind by the four founders of Hogwarts has an incredibly strong adaptability to Transfiguration.

Lynn's own skill in Transfiguration was not originally at its peak.

But with the scepter, he is no less skilled than any Transfiguration master in the entire magical world.

The scepter transformed into an iron arm, which acted like a fortress, firmly protecting him within. The spells of the wizards could not penetrate the barrier and had no effect on it whatsoever.

"Apparition! Go in! Go straight in and grab him!"

Voldemort gave the order in a chilling voice.

His mind works quickly, and he instantly figured out a way to break Lynn's protection.

His method was quickly adopted by wizards in the Magical Congress of the United States.

Dozens of wizards used Apparition to teleport to the spot where Lynn had just been standing.

However, Lynn had certainly anticipated this outcome.

As countless wizards phantomized around him, he brandished his wand and chanted the Unforgivable Curse towards the ground.

"Avada Kedavra (Triple Boost)!"

As the dozen or so American wizards stormed into his fortress, before they could even get their footing, a dark green light exploded in the enclosed space.

The green light spread rapidly around like flowing water, and the wizard who had just appeared was mercilessly stripped of his soul like wheat being harvested, his body falling limply to the ground.

Outside, his dark magic diffusion techniques cannot cover the entire island.

Even if it was forcibly covered up, the tripled black magic still couldn't have any effect on these wizards.

However, the space within the fortress formed by the scepter was not too small, but it was enough to maximize the power of Lynn's spreading dark magic.

This prevents outside wizards from affecting him with spells, but if a wizard uses Apparition to teleport in, he will surely die.

After only a few dozen wizards were teleported in, no further sounds were heard from inside.

The leader who was actually in charge of managing the hundreds of American wizards here sensed that something was wrong.

Only then did he recall Lynn's information.

His unique magical diffusion technique allowed him to thrive in the confined space of the fortress.

He immediately stopped the next group of American wizards who wanted to be teleported in, ordering them to hold their positions.

Seeing them stop moving, Voldemort could no longer contain himself.

"He's all alone, and he's a boy who's not even an adult yet! You have hundreds of elite wizards here, why don't you continue the attack? With so many people, you could wear him down even if you just keep fighting."

The commander stared at him coldly, his disdain undisguised.

"The life of the American wizard is precious, and we must capture him, but we cannot afford large-scale casualties among our people. These elites also need to protect their country. If you, Mr. Voldemort, have any ideas, you, with your superior strength, are certainly more capable than my men."

Voldemort was furious at his attitude, but there was nothing he could do.

His cooperation with the Magical Congress of the United States was not equal at all.

Even with his exceptional abilities, his infamy alone is enough to silence the entire British magical community.

However, one person cannot fight against an entire magical government, especially the Magical Congress of the United States, a magical government that is much stronger than the British Ministry of Magic.

Even when he wreaked havoc on the British magical world at his peak, he didn't do it all by himself. Instead, he gathered a large number of followers by advocating the idea of ​​pureblood magic, which is how he created such a powerful force.

Moreover, his true identity is not the Dark Lord in his prime, but merely a remnant soul of Voldemort's Horcrux.

Therefore, he had no power to order American wizards to do anything for him.

"So what are your plans next?"

Voldemort suppressed his anger and stared coldly at the American wizard's commander.

The commander stared at the steel fortress that Lynn had conjured with his scepter and said calmly.

"We can't get in now, but he can't escape either. The anti-apparition magic on this island is the most advanced in the entire magic world. We'll just trap him here and wear him down until he dies."

(End of this chapter)