The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

Voldemort seemed very easy to talk to.

After descending the steps, he walked directly past the three guard wizards and headed towards the center of the island.

After Voldemort and all the Death Eaters passed by, the two young wizards seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and couldn't help but show a hint of joy.

"Cough...cough..."

The old wizard coughed again.

"Cough cough..."

This time he coughed for an unusually long time, as if he were coughing up his lungs.

Avada Kedavra!

A dazzling green light illuminated the pitch-black night.

The old wizard, who was turning around, fell to the ground.

"It's awful, old Roel."

Voldemort toyed with his wand, his voice carrying a condescending pity.

"I even remember how spirited you were when you were young. But now, humph, a meaningless life, a monotonous job, a frail body, every day you live is torture. It would be better if I helped you get rid of it."

The two young guard wizards stared wide-eyed at the fallen old wizard and the magic lamp that had been thrown to the ground.

Both of them made a rapid, hiccuping sound in their throats, too terrified to speak.

Voldemort didn't even glance at the two of them, but simply turned and left.

The two young wizards watched Voldemort's retreating figure, gasping for breath like drowning people being rescued.

Avada Kedavra!

Avada Kedavra!

The green light flashed again, this time from the hands of two Death Eaters.

The expressions on the two young wizards' faces froze, and they collapsed in terror beside the old wizard.

Scott looked at the three bodies lying on the dock in the mirror, sighed, and switched the surveillance footage again.

Voldemort and the Death Eaters had already traveled some further.

At this moment, it seemed that all the Dementors had come out, densely packed, surrounding them.

The Death Eaters all drew their wands, but did not attack.

Voldemort, standing at the forefront, spoke, and thick black mist swirled around him, almost merging with the black mist on the Dementor's cloak.

After a while, the Dementors seemed to have reached an agreement with Voldemort.

They not only stopped intercepting him and the Death Eaters, but even began to actively guide them into Azkaban Castle.

Just then, countless spells of different colors descended from the sky, trailing long arcs across the night sky like exploding fireworks, crashing down on the heads of the Death Eaters on the ground.

"what……"

"Enemy attack!"

The Death Eaters were momentarily thrown into disarray, and screams rang out, indicating that several of them had been injured immediately.

But Voldemort made his move.

A huge silver shield appeared out of thin air, instantly blocking most of the attacks.

The Death Eaters quickly calmed down and began to fight back.

Scott, who had been watching the "live broadcast," found another monitoring angle and saw the guys flying in the sky.

It was Medea and her entire sorcery.

Medea was still sitting in a carriage pulled by a Thestral, while the other members of the All-Witchcraft Society were also riding Thestrals or flying brooms.

At this moment, they were constantly circling in the air, continuously casting fierce spells on the Death Eaters and Voldemort below from various angles.

Soon, more Death Eaters were injured.

Voldemort completely ignored this.

He simply looked up at the carriage in the air, its silver shield protecting him firmly.

He raised his hand, flicked his wand, and a red spell, like a giant whip, struck the flying carriage with deadly accuracy.

But Dia's carriage seemed to have been magically modified, emitting a soft white light, and was not damaged in Voldemort's attack.

However, many members of the All Witchcraft and Wizardry, along with their Thestrals, were struck down by Voldemort's vicious spell and crashed heavily onto the rocks.

Voldemort did not stop attacking; he kept waving his wand, and Medea's carriage was blown to pieces in no time.

But Medea did not appear.

Voldemort chuckled contemptuously. "Not coming out? No problem, if you don't come out, I'll kill all your men."

As he spoke, he casually raised his hand, and a flash of green light appeared, causing another member of the All Witchcraft Society to fall to the ground.

Good evening, Tom.

Medea emerged from behind a huge rock on the other side.

She was still wearing a black veil, her red lips slightly upturned.

"I am here."

As she spoke, a white bone wand emerged from her palm and she grasped it.

All the Death Eaters and members of the All Witchcraft Society stopped fighting and returned to their respective masters.

The two sides are temporarily at a standoff.

Chapter 425 Voldemort vs. Medea

As Medea emerged from behind the reef and stood still, the members of the All-Witchcraft Society who had been flying in the sky also landed one after another, disembarking from their Thestrals and flying brooms.

Scott saw many familiar faces among them.

This includes Milton's father, Mr. Grevis, Caitlin Roll's father, and William Brown, whom he hadn't seen in a long time.

At the front of the crowd, Medea, though displaying the wand she had made from her own bones, maintained a relaxed demeanor.

Meanwhile, Voldemort on the other side did not rush to launch an attack.

He held a wand in one hand, while the five slender fingers of his other hand flicked incessantly in the air.

The silver shield that had been floating in front of him moved behind him.

“Medea Slytherin.” Voldemort chuckled as he murmured the name. “I never expected to see you again. You are truly my ancestor, having transcended death just like me.”

Medea raised her chin upon hearing this, her expression haughty.

“You weren’t like this the last time we met, Tom,” she said with a playful tone.

Voldemort's expression remained unchanged upon hearing this. "Yes, I suffered an unprecedented defeat in recent years. I could only wander around like a lost soul, and I was even hunted down by you, forced to flee helplessly."

He didn't seem to shy away from his past hardships and even appeared very magnanimous.

This performance surprised Medea.

“But that’s nothing.” Voldemort kept his eyes narrowed and gently stroked his wand with his fingers. “I never doubt whether I can make a comeback, nor do I doubt my own strength.”

He pointed the tip of his wand at Medea.

“I know why you came to see me, Medea.”

He opened his scarlet eyes.

"So I will kill you here. Even though you are the daughter of Slytherin and my ancestor, one wizard is enough to transcend death and stand at the top of the wizarding world."

“Very good, Tom, you have impressed me.” Medea smiled gently. “Before this, I thought you would be shouting and rushing up to me for revenge.”

Voldemort shook his head. "No, I stopped being obsessed with hatred a long time ago. It's pointless. All I want to do is stand at the top of the wizarding world and promote my ideals."

The soft black robe he wore billowed in the wind.

"If I kill anyone in the process, it's just because they were unlucky and happened to be an obstacle for me."

Scott raised an eyebrow as he listened to Voldemort's words and looked at the scene in the mirror.

Voldemort seemed different from what he remembered; he wasn't crazy enough, and his rationality was somewhat unexpected.

only……

I don't know if his words came from the heart or if he was just pretending.

“I’m actually starting to admire you a little, Tom, if it weren’t for our differing ideologies, if it weren’t for…” Medea licked her red lips, omitting the rest of her sentence.

“I will kill you,” Voldemort said calmly. “It has nothing to do with your attitude towards me, nor with the blood ties between us.”

Medea nodded and raised one hand to wave to the people behind her.

"Keep your distance so you don't get caught in the crossfire of my fight with Tom."

Voldemort waved his hand.

So the entire sorcerer's guild and the Death Eaters sprang into action, each finding their own wounded and dead members, and then silently retreated, leaving the area to their respective leaders.

"Does Medea have some kind of advantage?" Rimbaud asked Scott. "I remember you saying that she is weaker than Voldemort."

Scott stared intently at the image in the mirror, shaking his head slightly. "I don't know, but I'm certain that her strength is no match for Voldemort."

Even though he wasn't physically present and was separated from the audience by the [Magic Mirror], Scott could still vaguely sense the sense of crisis that Medea and Voldemort posed to him through the images.

If we're comparing raw power, Medea is undoubtedly slightly inferior.

However, no one can underestimate her, not even Voldemort, because at this moment he was probably like Scott, unaware of what other trump cards Medea was hiding, and could only wait for her to reveal them in battle.

Scott watched the scene in the mirror with anticipation, eagerly awaiting the battle between the two.

At this point, the entire sorcerer's guild and the Death Eaters had retreated to a safe distance, but Medea and Voldemort remained standing still.

They all fell silent, as if waiting for something, or perhaps engaged in an unseen contest.

In the end, Voldemort struck first.

Avada Kedavra!