Hogwarts: Starting as a Serpent Demon

However, unlike Snape's peace of mind, the Longbottoms kept their attention focused on Ravenclaw's battle against the Death Eaters.

"You are Rowena Ravenclaw!"

After only two exchanges, Voldemort accurately called out Ravenclaw's name. After all, he had gone to great lengths to learn a lot about Ravenclaw in order to trick Helena into giving him the Ravenclaw crown.

Therefore, Voldemort was quite familiar with Ravenclaw's face.

Voldemort remembered Gryffindor very well, as they were his arch-enemies.

Needless to say, Slytherins were a daily occurrence.

Voldemort never paid any attention to Hufflepuff, and he'd never even heard of Helga.

That's why he was puzzled last time, wondering why he had no recollection of such a powerful fat witch.

I was completely bewildered the whole time, but this time was different.

Voldemort forced Ravenclaw back with a spell and shouted, "Weren't you dead for over a thousand years? How did you come back to life?"

Voldemort was extremely interested in all knowledge about immortality.

Especially after the Horcruxes malfunctioned, Voldemort kept thinking about whether there was another way to achieve immortality.

The arrival of Rowena Ravenclaw was a complete surprise to him.

"Ignorant and disgusting dark wizard." Ravenclaw glanced at Voldemort with disdain, seriously suspecting that his daughter might have lost her mind in the past thousand years, how could she like such an ugly freak.

While pondering, Ravenclaw pulled out his trump card, unleashing two consecutive soul spells.

Wizards who have created Horcruxes and whose souls are somewhat damaged can almost always hit their targets with soul magic.

Although both attacks were indiscriminate, McGonagall and Flitwick only felt slightly dizzy, and were able to regain their senses after a short while.

Voldemort, on the other hand, felt as if countless banshees were screaming in his mind, and he felt as if he were being torn apart, writhing on the ground in agony.

"The effect is so good." Ravenclaw was also a little surprised. She only had a superficial understanding of flexible magic and was not very proficient.

Voldemort's behavior is clearly abnormal.

"Just how many fragments of your soul have you torn apart, how many Horcruxes have you created, to make your agility as fragile as a porcelain doll, so easily defeated?"

Ravenclaw raised her hand again, ready to give Voldemort a good whack and kill this bastard who dared to deceive her daughter.

Chapter 158 The Battle of the Ministry of Magic: A Gamble with Life and Death

retreat!

No, we cannot retreat.

Voldemort, his head throbbing with pain, had a fierce glint in his eyes. Since his resurrection, he had retreated far too many times. If he were to retreat now, when the situation was so favorable, he feared that no one would support him next time.

Having played so many unfavorable situations, Voldemort's mind has returned to normal. Today, unless he encounters a situation where certain death is inevitable, he will not back down.

Kill this wizard in front of us, take over the British Ministry of Magic, and then recruit new soldiers.

Whether to shift the focus to Europe or confront the Ponzi scheme locally, there is ample strategic leeway.

If he retreats again, he will have almost no chance of rising again in Britain. If he moves to other places, it will take him more than ten years to develop his power. Voldemort cannot wait that long.

"Avada Kedavra".

Timing it perfectly, Voldemort, enduring the pain, launched his attack while Ravenclaw was casting a spell, attempting to force her to compete with him in a magical contest of energy.

Ravenclaw, of course, wouldn't fall for that trick. She withdrew her wand, nimbly dodged, and then unleashed another soul spell.

If it works, keep using it; the magic of repeating is also a manifestation of wisdom.

Voldemort (╰_╯)#

You forced me to do this. If Ravenclaw were to use magic to shake him down again, his soul might even shatter.

Retreat is not an option; retreating further would lead to the abyss.

"Wailing Fiendfire!"

Voldemort plunged the magic into the ground, combining what he had learned from Wirt's Killing Curse with Fiendfire, and unleashing it in the form of his most proficient curse.

The invisible howl stunned everyone; the Fiendfire was transformed into a curse, spreading through the wailing.

Both those from the Ministry of Magic and the Death Eaters were affected.

Voldemort was not yet able to control this nascent spell well, so he initially did not want to use it.

But now, we can't do without it.

"It's so hot, I feel like I'm being burned to a crisp."

The person under the curse felt as if they were being burned by flames, rolling around incessantly and emitting painful howls.

This howling will intensify the curse on others.

Countless wails caused the curse's power to accumulate, and a phantom of Fiendfire appeared above the Ministry of Magic—a Fiendfire summoned by the combined magic of the Ministry of Magic, Death Eaters, werewolves, vampires, giants, and all those afflicted by the curse.

This flame was so large that it blotted out the sky.

We must stop him.

As one of the few who reacted in time and blocked Voldemort's spell, Ravenclaw's expression was extremely solemn.

Once the fiery inferno in the sky takes shape, at least half of the ground beneath her feet will be completely burned to ashes.

A vast sea of ​​fire stretching for thousands of miles, filled with countless souls of the dead—a true hell on earth.

"You're a madman."

"So what?" Voldemort used his flight magic to ascend rapidly into the air, standing there coldly gazing down at the ground.

The Fiendfire in the sky was not the kind of Fiendfire Ravenclaw understood, because it had been transformed into a curse and was no longer a physical flame.

But that doesn’t mean you can ignore the flames in the sky.

When this fiery inferno falls, most of Britain will be entangled in a curse. All places and people scorched by the fiery inferno will have their surface and internal body temperatures slowly rise over time until everything is eventually burned to ashes.

It can be said that the two spells have the same final effect, only the timing of their effect is different.

This is exactly what Voldemort wanted.

He doesn't care about the Muggles, but as for the wizards, if you want to live, kneel before me and beg me to lift the curse, otherwise you can wait to be slowly burned to death by Fiendfire.

Voldemort needed this time difference.

What if Ravenclaw manages to block it? No problem. Such a powerful curse, though not yet fully formed, would still require an astronomical amount of magic to block.

Ravenclaw's magic will definitely be mostly depleted, or even completely depleted. Voldemort will then be able to take advantage of the situation and no longer have to worry about that unknown magic that caused him so much pain.

No matter what, Voldemort didn't lose out.

For the first time, Ravenclaw showed anger as Voldemort loomed overhead, watching with amusement.

A wise person should not let emotions cloud their judgment, but at this moment, Voldemort's behavior has indeed crossed Ravenclaw's line.

Snape then stepped back and stood beside Ravenclaw, gazing solemnly at the sky.

Voldemort is still as powerful as ever. All his previous failures were simply because his opponents had become stronger, not because he had become weaker.

"How many more are there?" Ravenclaw's tone carried an imperceptible chill. Just now, she had already devised a solution, but it wasn't enough. She had to deal Voldemort a severe blow to quell the anger in her heart.

Upon hearing Ravenclaw's words, Snape quickly scanned his surroundings and replied, "About seventeen wizards, all of them members of the Order of the Phoenix or Aurors. You don't need to worry about their strength."

While the Howling Fiendfire is powerful, it is not entirely invincible. As long as one can react in time and use magic to defend against it, most wizards can actually withstand it.

However, most of the Ministry of Magic was in the midst of the chaos, and their energy was mostly focused on the tangible attacks. Few people were able to react in time to defend against this curse that spread through sound.

This is what led to the current situation.

"Seventeen people." Ravenclaw estimated in her mind that it wasn't enough; to achieve her goal, she would need at least twenty people.

However, she is not qualified to choose now.

Ravenclaw waved his wand, producing seventeen parchments, which he handed to Snape.

"Distribute one to each of them. With me in the center, stand in the positions shown on the card. Once everyone is in place, recite the incantation in unison."

Snape took the parchment and looked up at the sky with concern.

Voldemort isn't dead yet; he'll just watch them chant spells.

“I’ll handle the other issues; you don’t need to worry about it,” Ravenclaw said calmly.

Having received the answer, Snape promptly began to carry out the order. Since Ravenclaw had already considered Voldemort's problem, he naturally wouldn't waste any more time asking questions.

If this drags on any longer, the raging fire in the sky will take shape.

Soon, everyone who was still able to move was in position and chanted the incantation in unison.

An invisible energy rose straight into the sky, continuously neutralizing Voldemort's unfinished curse.

The moment the two spells made contact, Ravenclaw's expression continued to worsen. It was fortunate that the curse had not yet fully formed, otherwise she would have been powerless to deal with such a complex spell.

Unless Voldemort is willing to give her time to slowly learn and study, there is no possibility of cracking the code.

Although wizards are old-fashioned and conservative, after more than a thousand years, they can still make some progress.

Ravenclaw is intelligent, but her magical knowledge is undeniably outdated.

Aside from a few special spells that ordinary wizards cannot learn or understand, Voldemort's magic is completely inferior to Voldemort's.

Therefore, Ravenclaw struggled immensely when trying to break the curse using this ancient spell.

It was only thanks to her brilliant mind that she managed to hold on.

Although the algorithm was terrible, her computing power was strong, so she just kept calculating.

In the sky, Voldemort, wand in hand, was poised to strike. Ravenclaw, however, was completely distracted by the curse. If he were to launch a sneak attack now, he would surely win the battle in one fell swoop.

Do it!

Yes, let's get started.

Voldemort made up his mind and immediately drew his wand, casting a Killing Curse on Ravenclaw.

However, to his surprise, Ravenclaw immediately broke the magic circle that was supposed to break the curse, turned around and instantly cast a spell that connected with Voldemort's spell.

In that instant, Voldemort's heart pounded wildly, for he sensed a powerful, unique soul magic flowing through the connected wands and striking deep into his soul.

Uh! Ah!