The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

The green light flashed again, and Voldemort immediately unleashed the Killing Curse.

Faced with the Death Curse, Medea did not counter with a spell, but instead raised her hand and threw a sparkling gem.

When the gem touched the light of the Killing Curse, it turned to dust and simultaneously formed an invisible shield that blocked the killing curse.

At the same time, Medea also retaliated against Voldemort with a killing curse.

Avada Kedavra!

The green light shone on Voldemort's bald face, and he suddenly transformed into a cloud of black mist, rolling and shifting to avoid the spell.

Black mist drifted from the ground into the air, and Voldemort reappeared, waving his wand from above.

A vast expanse of scorching flames rose up, these flames, tinged with an evil red, transformed into a giant python that swooped down.

Voldemort, his body falling, once again transformed into black mist and drifted away.

The giant fire serpent roared with its mouth wide open, seemingly about to swallow Medea whole.

Medea retreated at top speed.

Despite the uneven ground and the fact that she was wearing high heels under her skirt, she glided out of the giant python's attack range as if she were gliding on ice.

The giant fire serpent collided violently with the ground, almost turning into a sea of ​​fire.

These red flames turned the rocks on the ground red as well, and for a moment, the scene resembled the hell people imagined.

Medea had just stood still when Voldemort, who had transformed into black mist, suddenly landed behind her.

"careful!"

Someone from the UMNO council loudly reminded them.

But Voldemort had already started waving his wand again.

As the green light of the Killing Curse struck Medea's back, the sea of ​​fire in front of her surged again, transforming into several fire serpents that twisted and crawled at high speed.

In the midst of the crisis, Medea reached out and pulled off the necklace hanging around her neck.

White light emanated from between her fingers, transforming into a translucent sphere that enveloped her completely.

Almost simultaneously, the red fire serpent and the green killing curse collided with the translucent sphere.

"what……"

A piercing scream rang out.

The translucent sphere rapidly deformed, transforming into the soul of a giant monster with a face full of pain, which dissipated along with the green light.

Medea turned around and slid quickly across the ground again, dodging the fire snakes' pursuit while waving her hand to launch a counterattack against Voldemort.

Scott stared motionlessly at the battle scene reflected in the mirror.

Perhaps because they weren't going all out yet, Medea and Voldemort's fighting pace wasn't particularly fast, and the scene appeared to be evenly matched.

Although Medea was somewhat lacking in raw power, she compensated for this difference with a constant stream of magical items.

That's the case, at least for now.

Especially the necklace she held in her hand, which seemed to imprison the souls of many magical creatures. Medea could turn these poor souls into defensive power.

It can even sacrifice a soul to defend against the extremely dangerous Killing Curse.

Of course, Medea is also somewhat inferior to the Undead in terms of offense.

Since Voldemort's summoned silver shield could block most spell attacks, Medea, after trying a few different methods, simply chose to attack with only the Killing Curse.

Under her threat, Voldemort gradually abandoned other methods.

In other words, as time went on, their fighting methods became increasingly monotonous.

Voldemort would occasionally transform into black mist and leap up and down, while Medea would glide around as if she were wearing roller skates. In addition, both of them would constantly use the Killing Curse, trying to kill him with one blow.

Even Rimbaud couldn't help but complain about the battle, saying, "Now it's just the two of them throwing green lights at each other."

Scott hadn't expected their fight to turn out this way.

"It seems that neither side can do anything about the other for the time being."

That's what they say, but Scott knew very well that although the battle between the two wasn't visually grand, and was even somewhat monotonous, it was incredibly thrilling.

These two were dancing on the edge of a knife, and could die at any moment.

Moreover, the repeated use of the Killing Curse consumes a terrifying amount of magic power, physical strength, and mental energy, and Scott did not think the two of them could persist for a long time.

Scott had been staring intently at the mirror, but after a while, he stopped looking at it so intently.

He even stood up and stretched, then took out his pocket watch to check the time.

An hour has passed, and the battle between Voldemort and Medea is still not over.

Scott sat back down in his chair.

Rimbaud said, "Medea and Voldemort's men are getting impatient and are all itching to make a move."

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed.

Medea's hand, which was holding the wand, suddenly emitted a blinding red light.

"This..." he suddenly had a flash of inspiration, "It's a one-time use magic stone!"

Avada Kedavra!

This time, Medea's wand unleashed a killing spell with a qualitative leap; the green lightning was thicker and faster than ever before, reaching Voldemort with lightning speed.

Voldemort blocked for a moment with his silver shield, then transformed back into black mist to evade.

The silver shield shattered instantly, but the green lightning abruptly began to extend and bend, relentlessly pursuing the black mist that Voldemort had transformed into.

The black mist accelerated at full speed, rising and falling rapidly in the air.

The green lightning seemed endless, stretching behind him and creating a complex, three-dimensional line that quickly occupied a large area of ​​space.

Faced with this situation, the black mist did not hesitate and flew directly towards the location of all the members of the Witchcraft Society.

"quick!"

Get out of the way!

"Get out of the way!"

The members of the entire witch council were terrified and scattered in all directions to avoid the danger.

But the black mist that Voldemort had transformed into was too fast, and in the blink of an eye it had already approached the crowd.

The green lightning relentlessly pursued him. At this moment, fueled by the power of the Philosopher's Stone, the Killing Curse had far exceeded the attack range of a normal spell.

Scott then switched to a different surveillance angle.

He clearly saw the person closest to Voldemort raise his wand in retaliation, trying to force him away.

Scott blinked and recognized the man as Caitlin Roll's father.

With a wave of his wand, a fierce fire erupted before Mr. Roll.

With Fiery Inferno blocking his path ahead and the Death Curse chasing closely behind, Voldemort instantly appeared, flicking his wand just before the green lightning struck his back, while simultaneously taking a step forward.

The next second, Mr. Roll's somewhat obese body involuntarily flew up and landed behind Voldemort, colliding with the green lightning.

he died.

“What kind of luck does the Roll family have?” Rimbaud said. “The old wizard who was killed by Voldemort at the beginning was also Roll. I heard Voldemort call him that.”

Scott nodded. "Azkaban was originally converted into a prison by a Minister of Magic named Roll."

At that moment, a sudden change occurred in the real-time footage displayed in the mirror.

To everyone's surprise, including Voldemort's, the green lightning bolt did not dissipate after killing Mr. Roll, but instead relentlessly continued to chase after Voldemort.

Voldemort transformed into black mist once more, targeting the other members of the All-Witchcraft Society as scapegoats.

These wizards were almost powerless against Voldemort.

Having briefly blocked the green lightning at the cost of the lives of three members of the entire Witchcraft Order, Voldemort extended his clutches toward Mr. Grevis.

Mr. Grevy, who was easily subdued by Voldemort, looked ashen under the green light.

But the green lightning abruptly dissipated before it could reach his body.

Switching perspectives, Scott saw that the red light in Medea's hand had gone out, and she casually sprinkled some glittering powder.

It seems that the lady wasn't reluctant to kill Mr. Grevis, but rather that the power of the one-time use Philosopher's Stone had been exhausted.

Scott switched perspectives again.

Mr. Grevis seemed to be stunned by the shock, and only now did he show a relieved expression, as if he had survived a close call.

But he seemed to have forgotten that Voldemort was still by his side.

In other words, this man's life is still hanging by a thread.

Fortunately, Voldemort had no time to care about these minions. He transformed into a black mist dragon once more, almost blending into the night.

Avada Kedavra!

He returned it quickly.

Green light descended from the sky above Medea's head.

She didn't dodge; the hand holding the necklace emitted a white light once more.

But the light flickered and went out like a faulty light bulb, and Medea failed to defend herself, her body bathed in the green light.

"what?"

Scott stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

He slid his finger across the mirror to magnify the image inside.

Bathed in green light, Medea gradually stiffened.

Scott looked closely and noticed that her skin was reflecting light, just like when he first saw her, her body was made of hard, smooth porcelain.

The green light went out, and Medea's body fell onto the rocks on the ground with a crisp thud.

Then, her body shattered into pieces, like a fragile piece of porcelain.

A gust of wind blew away the empty dress, leaving behind shards of porcelain scattered on the ground.