The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

Then, wherever he appeared, the golden light always followed him.

"This is an attack magic that is said to never miss and cannot be dodged."

Scott explained a couple of sentences with great interest.

Chapter 533 The Gradually Escalating Boss Battle

"Unavoidable does not mean unstoppable!"

As Voldemort fled, he summoned a silver shield that collided with the golden light.

But Scott just watched this scene with a smile.

The golden light pierced through the shield without hindrance, and Voldemort was once again pierced through the chest.

By this point, there were two fist-sized holes in his chest.

Although no blood flowed from the hole, Voldemort's disguise as Harry was beginning to become unstable, flickering like a television screen with a poor signal.

Damn it!

Voldemort, wearing Harry's face, wore an extremely gloomy expression.

He raised his wand to retaliate, but failed to cast the spell.

"Did you defeat him?"

Harry landed from the air, still looking surprised.

“So easy?”

Scott calmly replied, "He's just a fragment of Voldemort's soul; how much power could he possibly have?"

"what……"

Voldemort suddenly let out a piercing scream.

His wand fell to the ground and dissipated into a puff of smoke.

Immediately afterwards, his body collapsed to the ground, trembling and curled up.

As Scott and Harry watched, his body slowly shrank, and his appearance underwent a dramatic change.

Finally, he transformed into a blood-red, extremely ugly, and emaciated baby.

The monstrous baby had its eyes tightly shut and opened its mouth to emit a sharp, piercing cry.

"This……"

Harry couldn't help but take a step back.

"What's going on..."

"This must be his true nature."

Scott said, frowning.

"After all, he was only a missing part of Voldemort."

"What do we do now?" Harry asked.

"Go and take care of him, Harry."

Scott's tone was somewhat cold.

"From now on, you will be able to get rid of him."

"I……"

Harry hesitated, seemingly unable to bring himself to do it.

Scott urged, "Don't forget, he killed your parents. You should avenge him."

Harry's expression changed immediately.

He clenched his teeth so hard that his cheeks swelled up.

"I see."

That sentence was as if it were squeezed out from between his teeth.

Then he raised the hand holding the wand.

"flame……"

"careful!"

Scott's expression suddenly changed. He grabbed Harry by the collar and Apparated him to the top of the train next to the platform.

Meanwhile...

boom!

The area where they were originally located experienced a violent surge, raising clouds of dust.

"what happened?"

Harry was still a little confused when the spell was suddenly interrupted and failed.

"……I don't know either."

Scott squinted at the billowing smoke.

"His power suddenly began to surge."

He couldn't help but wonder if Merlin had personally adjusted the difficulty of the "dungeon" because he felt the show wasn't enough.

Soon, both he and Harry saw the rapidly expanding dark shape shrouded in smoke and dust.

"He's grown bigger!" Harry exclaimed.

"I can see it."

Scott decisively waved his wand.

"Gangniel!"

Golden light pierced through the smoke and dust, striking the enormous black shadow with a clanging sound like metal colliding violently.

The golden light shattered and dissipated.

Is it blocked?

Scott looked surprised.

At this moment, as the smoke and dust gradually settled, they finally began to see Voldemort's new appearance more clearly.

His appearance was still that of a monstrous baby, but his size had increased dozens of times, and he was already taller than a train car when he lay on the ground.

Then, he raised his ugly head, opened his huge, swollen eyes, and his blood-red eyeballs rolled around, quickly locking onto Scott and Harry's location.

“You’re right, Harry.”

He spoke, his voice extremely harsh, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth like nails.

"This is the best opportunity for both of us."

Scott's eyes flickered, as if he understood something.

But he did not speak rashly at this moment.

"What?" Harry was still confused about the situation. "Why would you..."

Why did it become powerful?

Voldemort burst into a shrill laugh.

"Because this is all my strength!"

Harry turned to Scott and asked, "Didn't you say he was just a fragment of a soul?"

Scott smirked. "That was true before, but it might not be now."

“What do you mean?” Harry asked. “Explain it clearly.”

Before Scott could even speak, Voldemort stole his commentary.

"It means exactly what it says."

He seemed quite willing to explain at that moment.

"Just now, my original body completely disappeared, and he transferred all his power to me!"

“How could that be?” Harry looked at Scott again. “Wasn’t his true form already imprisoned in the secret realm?”

Scott nodded. "But it's clear he's taken it all."

Harry frowned. "How did he do that?"

“I don’t know either.” Scott shook his head. “The soul is a complex magical discipline, and I haven’t studied it in depth.”

Voldemort said with some smugness, "The soul is the most direct connection, which neither time nor space can completely sever!"

As he spoke, he slowly crawled forward.

"Thanks to Bella, she was a perfect accomplice. I sacrificed her soul to complete the setup in the end..."

"You monster!"

Harry waved his wand.

"Crushed to pieces!"

The red spell struck Voldemort's blood-red skin like a drumstick striking a drumhead, producing only a dull thud and achieving nothing.

"From now on, no magic will be able to work on me!"

Voldemort braced himself with one hand on the ground, while raising the other hand high.

"This is a contest of wills!"

"go!"

Scott pulled Harry aside and slipped to the other side of the platform.

boom!