The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

Scott muttered a few more complaints about Merlin to himself.

Avada Kedavra!

Voldemort suddenly made his move again.

This time, the target is Harry.

Fortunately, Harry remained vigilant and used his ability to fly to evade the attack.

Scott seized the opportunity to make his move as well.

The golden light transformed into a sharp spear once more, piercing Voldemort with a speed that left no room for reaction.

But Voldemort seemed to have anticipated this.

Three identical silver shields suddenly appeared, overlapping each other between him and Scott.

Golden light pierced through two shields, finally shattering upon impact with a third shield.

Ultimately, it's not the complete version of super magic.

Scott was filled with emotion.

If it were the full version of "Gungnir", it certainly wouldn't be blocked by defensive magic.

"Flames are raging!"

Scott summoned a vast conflagration of fire.

"Gangniel!"

Then, the flames transformed into a spear and thrust forward once more.

Faced with this magic, Voldemort knew that dodging was useless, so he summoned five overlapping silver shields.

Chapter 534 A Battle of Wills

The raging fire transformed into a long spear.

The flaming spear pierced through two layers of silver shields with unstoppable force, barely managing to pass through two more, before collapsing upon impact with the final shield.

At the same time, Voldemort's wand, drawing a red lightning bolt, brought him to Scott's side.

Scott, who was constantly sensing the fluctuations of magic, disappeared from the spot at just the right moment.

When he reappeared, he was in front of Harry.

As he drew his wand, the hard ground of the platform suddenly rose high as if flowing liquid, just in time to block Voldemort's Killing Curse aimed at Harry.

The bricks and stones collapsed.

Voldemort transformed into a cloud of black mist and floated into the sky.

At this moment, the train, which had transformed into a giant steel python, also began to move.

It raised its upper body, opened its huge mouth, and bit at the black mist that Voldemort had transformed into.

While the Iron Python was entangling Voldemort, Scott pointed his wand at Harry.

"Yuktrahiel".

He swiftly and decisively banished Harry to another dimension.

"Hey……"

Harry wanted to say something, but he vanished without a trace.

This time, Scott did not leave Harry's phantom behind.

"Just stay put."

Scott was talking to himself.

"I can't take care of you right now."

He did this to prevent Voldemort from ambushing Harry during the battle.

If Harry had been accidentally struck by Voldemort, Scott's actions would have been a classic case of "good intentions gone wrong."

While banishing Harry, Scott also kept an eye on Voldemort's behavior.

Voldemort was momentarily hindered by the Iron Serpent, but quickly used the properties of the black mist to escape.

“Gangnier”.

Scott seized the opportunity and thrust forward with his wand.

The golden light shone again.

At the same time, Scott heard a piercing crash.

Voldemort was still prepared and summoned several more layers of silver shields to block the thrust.

At the same time, he swept his wand downwards, and the red beam of light, like an incomparably sharp magic sword, instantly severed the neck of the giant steel python cleanly.

The magical runes on the python's skin flickered and then collapsed instantly. Its massive body transformed back into a train, crashing heavily onto the platform and raising clouds of dust.

The next second, a blinding green light pierced through the smoke and dust that obscured the view and reached Scott's location.

But Scott was no longer there.

He stood amidst the smoke and dust, a massive pattern of magical runes flashing beneath his feet, and the world suddenly plunged into absolute darkness.

Having also lost his sight, Scott relied on the convenience of his magical perception to constantly change his position and unleash various types of attacks in a short period of time.

But the Voldemort before him was clearly different from any enemy he had ever encountered before.

"it's useless!"

Voldemort's confident voice rang out, accompanied by various sounds of collision and explosion.

Even though this Dark Lord didn't have the same convenient magical perception as Scott, he still managed to withstand all of his attacks with relative ease, and even occasionally managed to launch a precise counterattack.

After probing for a while, Scott abandoned his plan to use the Dark Illusion to launch a sneak attack.

Perhaps it was due to his combat instincts, or perhaps it was due to his perception of killing intent; in any case, this method had little effect on Voldemort.

The magical runes beneath Scott's feet shifted, silently activating another illusion.

The next moment, the darkness receded.

The platform, already riddled with holes, has reappeared.

At the same time, Scott and his men appeared, surrounding Voldemort.

Dozens of Scotts occupied various places around Voldemort.

His figure could be seen on the railway tracks, on the wrecked trains, around the platforms, and even on the iron frame supporting the dome.

Every Scott looks exactly the same, making it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

All the Scotts raised their wands, aiming them at Voldemort, who stood in the center of the platform.

"Interesting, is this also an illusion?"

Voldemort calmly surveyed his surroundings.

"Although there seem to be many of them, only one can cause real harm, and that is your true form."

You're right.

All of Scott spoke at once.

"Let's find out which one is the real me."

But Voldemort did not act rashly.

He seemed to want Scott to make the first move so he could use the attack to find out Scott's true identity.

"Then I won't stand on ceremony."

All of Scott laughed at the same time.

At the same time, the tips of all the wands in Scott's hands flashed with golden light.

"Although most of the attacks are illusions, only one attack is real. How are you going to tell? Dodge? Or not dodge?"

Voldemort remained silent, his face grim.

"Oh, I almost forgot."

Scott and his men still had their attacks ready to be launched.

"You can judge a truly harmful attack based on experience and intuition, right? Just like you do in the dark."

"Good that you understand." Voldemort smiled contemptuously. "Such deceptive tricks will never work on me."

"Really? Then let's give it a try."

Dozens of golden rays transformed into spears, piercing towards Voldemort from all directions.

Voldemort, who had been calm just moments before, suddenly changed his expression.

In an instant, countless silver shields appeared layer upon layer around Voldemort, forming a complete tortoise shell that firmly protected him in the center.

But the attack Voldemort had imagined never came.

All the golden spears pierced the shield silently without causing any damage.

"Heh, this time, it's all an illusion."

Scott's cheerful voice came from all directions.

"That's why it's difficult for you to determine where the real attack is coming from."

"Your intuition tells you that all the attacks are harmless, but you dare not take any risks and have to use a defense that leaves no blind spots."

"What a waste."

While Scott's actions were not physically harmful, they were extremely insulting.

Hearing his sarcastic remarks, Voldemort could no longer maintain his composure.

"Never..."

His voice was icy, hissing like a venomous snake.