The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

Voldemort landed and appeared, glancing at the porcelain shards with a grim expression.

"Hidden again, Medea? Or have you already fled?" he shouted. "Don't forget, your followers are still here!"

Chapter 426 The Witch's Methods, Slaughter, and Resurrection

"Don't forget, your followers are still here!"

Voldemort spoke loudly on purpose.

Clearly, he did not believe that Medea had simply failed and disappeared.

Of course, Scott, watching the "live broadcast" from a great distance in his oak cabin, didn't believe it either.

But Voldemort's threat did not cause Medea to appear.

After waiting for a while, he slowly turned around, his scarlet eyes fixed on the group of members of the All Witchcraft Society who were almost huddled together, their faces filled with fear.

"hehe."

Although he was clearly enraged, Voldemort did not immediately make a move.

He chuckled twice, brandishing his wand as he moved his skeletal body step by step.

"What a pity, it seems Medea has given up on you."

His wide black robe billowed as Voldemort spoke with a sarcastic tone.

"Is this her level of awareness? Those nice words like 'for the common good future of wizards' are probably just empty talk, just something that sounds good?"

As he spoke, he narrowed his eyes again.

"In any case, since that's the case, I won't stand on ceremony."

He smiled naturally, slowly raised his right hand, and gently pinched the wand with only three fingers.

The members of the entire witch council, whose wands he pointed at, were filled with deep fear and involuntarily retreated in unison.

"Hahahahaha..."

Voldemort walked in slowly with a maniacal laugh, his wand still gently swaying between his fingers, yet he remained silent.

This undoubtedly put even more pressure on the wizards, causing them to break out in a cold sweat.

Even though the Death Eaters were all far away and dared not participate without Voldemort's orders, the scene was one person confronting a group of people, but the group only retreated step by step, without daring to put up any resistance.

It's unclear whether it was because Voldemort's aura was too overwhelming, or because his terror had already deeply penetrated people's hearts.

Seeing this scene, Scott suddenly understood the value of Harry, the protagonist of the "original book". At the very least, the boy in the "original book" always retained fearless courage when facing Voldemort.

That cannot be explained simply by recklessness.

Even Scott, who was just watching the images transmitted from afar, could feel Voldemort's despairing oppressive aura.

Voldemort walked forward slowly, not in a hurry to make a move. Even though he was enraged by Medea, he seemed to want to toy with his prey at this moment.

Scott was also curious whether Medea was still on the island, so he chose to switch out all the surveillance footage he had set up and observe it one by one.

After looking around, although he didn't see Medea, he made a new discovery.

At that moment, another ship appeared on the distant sea.

Rimbaud, watching the wooden ship slowly approaching Azkaban in the scene, reminded Scott, "That looks like a Ministry of Magic ship."

"Ah."

A new side is about to enter the game.

Scott moved his finger, switching to the Voldemort side of the screen, and then tapped the mirror a few times to make the two screens play simultaneously.

At this moment, Voldemort stopped, his body surrounded by surging black mist; he was finally about to make his move.

The attitudes of the members of the All Witchcraft Society, who were on the verge of despair, have also changed somewhat.

Perhaps it was a rebound after extreme fear that made most people muster the courage to raise their wands and aim them at Voldemort.

"Oh?" Voldemort laughed again. "Want to rebel? Very well, that makes things more interesting."

"Attack!" someone in the crowd shouted.

In an instant, the wizards waved their wands, and countless powerful spells, like exploding fireworks, attacked Voldemort from all angles.

Despite the dazzling yet dangerous attack, Voldemort still wore a disdainful smile.

The light of those spells shone on his face, staining his pale and terrifying face with different colors.

The instant the spell struck him, Voldemort used the same trick again, transforming into an invisible black mist and soaring into the sky through the narrow gap in the spell.

"Don't stop the attack!" Someone was still directing the entire shamanic council.

The giant fireworks formed by the magic spell burst forth once more.

But this seemed to have no effect; the invisible black mist...

They easily broke through the blockade of these overlapping "barrage" attacks.

He suddenly appeared above everyone's heads, easily killing a wizard with a killing curse, and then transformed back into black mist, calmly leaving.

And so Voldemort began his performance, appearing and disappearing unpredictably, taking a life every now and then.

Before long, the members of the entire shamanic society completely collapsed and were no longer able to organize an effective resistance.

Voldemort's killing spree suddenly became much smoother.

Scott watched this scene in astonishment.

He hadn't expected that even after Voldemort had gone on such a killing spree, Medea still hadn't shown up.

Could it be...

No, Scott still couldn't believe she was just leaving like that.

Maybe……

Scott recalls Medea's reaction when she was defeated.

At the time, she intended to use the souls of magical creatures again to resist the Killing Curse, but her necklace suddenly malfunctioned, probably due to insufficient magic power.

But what circumstances would cause a wizard like Medea to underestimate the amount of magic she has left?

Medea is not present now, perhaps because she suffered some serious blow in her previous defeat and is unable to exert the strength to match Voldemort.

Of course, this is just Scott's guess.

"what!"

"help me!"

"Lady Slytherin!"

Screams could be heard intermittently as members of the entire witch council fell one by one.

"Hahahahaha..."

Voldemort laughed gleefully.

"Hahahahaha..."

The Death Eaters standing at a distance also laughed, seemingly cheering for their master.

Just then, Mr. Grevis, who had been under Scott's close scrutiny, pulled a small object from his pocket and threw it out.

An object the size of a palm instantly grew larger and landed on the ground.

"fireplace?"

Scott looked at the fireplace that had suddenly appeared.

Bang!

Green flames ignited, and a graceful figure emerged from the fireplace.

Medea has reappeared.

"come yet?"

A cloud of black mist descended from the sky, and Voldemort landed and stood still.

“But you seem to be a little late, Medea,” he said with a smile. “In that short time, I have already killed many of your men.”

"Feel sorry."

This time, Medea did not wear a veil, and her clothing was completely different from the previous one.

"I was too overconfident."

Her expression was very serious.

“But from now on, I won’t let Tom run rampant anymore, and I promise that those who sacrificed their lives will not truly leave us.”

As she spoke, several more identical figures emerged from the fireplace behind her.

Rimbaud exclaimed in astonishment, "One, two, three, four, five... there are five Medeas in total!"

Scott stared wide-eyed at the scene.

"What kind of magic is this?" Voldemort's eyes widened as well, filled with curiosity. "It's all real! This is so interesting! No wonder it's my ancestor. He's shown me magic I've never seen before!"

“It’s no big deal,” said one of Medea.

Another Medea chimed in, "It's just a trick to control magical puppets."

"Although it's a bit difficult to control."

"For example, we didn't accurately estimate the remaining magic power of that doll..."

Apart from Medea, who appeared at the beginning, the other four Medea drew their wands in unison and walked towards Voldemort together.

"Come on, I'm so glad to have had this much to show for it today," Voldemort said happily.

He did not stop Medea and her companions from approaching; on the contrary, he seemed eager to try.

The battle resumes.

Four Medeas besieged Voldemort.

But unexpectedly, Medea did not gain an advantage through numbers.