Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Lin En looked at him silently, his amber eyes dancing with murderous intent that only very few people had seen, and his sharp gaze conveyed a silent signal.

[Don't even think about escaping, you must die today! ]

Voldemort was sure that he felt fear, the kind of fear that he had never felt even when facing Dumbledore, and he didn't want to stay here for a moment.

But he also felt extremely unwilling, because anyone could see that this state of forcibly gathering other people's magic power could not last long, and the cost would definitely not be small -

Should I run away and risk being fired upon by the two, or... delay time?

Voldemort hesitated for a moment, and dozens of sharp icicles appeared on his body, piercing his tough body like a fishing net.

"I don't believe you have this ability! Go to hell, little devil!"

The pride and dignity in his heart made it difficult for him to accept such humiliation. He raised his wand with difficulty, tried his best, and screamed at the top of his lungs: "Avada Kedavra!"

The dazzling green light burst out and condensed in the air, like a ghostly green shadow.

Under the pressure of life and death, he used the ultimate of his life's learning - no, to be precise, it was a breakthrough he had never experienced in his life.

That is a power comparable to that of the god of death, a power that has truly conquered death.

Chapter 553 True Despair

The burning murderous intent and rage pushed the unparalleled killing curse throughout history to an unprecedented height.

With just this spell, several deep cracks appeared on the yew wand in Voldemort's hand, and one could even see the phoenix feathers embedded in the wand.

"boom--"

With an echoing explosion, countless black mists gushed out of Voldemort's body and gathered into a killing spell that no longer looked like magic, but rather like a living god.

This is exactly what Voldemort sought all his life, the great power to conquer death, control death, and even enslave death.

Facing the aggressive Lynn and Dumbledore who had drawn his wand and was ready to intervene at any time, the eerie ghost seemed to have truly transformed into the Grim Reaper holding a scythe, swinging it at Lynn and at the castle behind him which had been mostly destroyed by the aftermath of the magic.

A pale green light bloomed on the island which was as bright as day, as if night had come again, illuminating the land around Voldemort as if it were an ancient battlefield where thousands of troops had just fought fiercely and ghosts lingered.

Everything lost its color, as if it had lost the life that never existed in the first place, and was given the most thorough death - and then turned into the cornerstone of this hell.

It moved forward slowly and unstoppably, as if it could wipe out everything equally and bestow death on everyone fairly.

But Lin En seemed to be unaware of everything. He still held his magic book and walked forward step by step. Even the frequency and amplitude of his feet did not change at all.

Then... the powerful killing curse was blocked.

The Grim Reaper's scythe was still sharp. It easily penetrated the branches of the World Tree, leaving an ugly gap in the seemingly indestructible absolute defense.

But that’s all it can do.

Until Voldemort's magic power was exhausted, the sickle and the shadow of the god of death that condensed killing, evil thoughts and hatred still failed to cut in half the giant tree that seemed to literally cover the entire world.

It eventually got stuck inside and then dissipated silently.

Voldemort knew that this magic was not in vain because he saw blood flowing from the corner of Lynn's mouth.

But he knew more that he had lost.

Not only did he lose in magic, but he also lost in the ideals he had adhered to throughout his life.

He was defeated silently, without even attracting the attention of his opponent.

The strong sense of shame that enveloped his heart almost drove him crazy, but it also made him calm down quickly.

I have to go.

He prepared to break out almost without hesitation, but found himself trapped in the quagmire again. This time, it was no longer the invisible air that bound him, but countless rune symbols.

He lowered his head and saw the "chain" that was wrapped from the soles of his feet all the way to his chest.

In the short few seconds that the God of Death was struggling with the World Tree, countless magic symbols gushed out from the ground, covering his entire body in an instant, and making his heart plummet.

When he looked up again, Lynn was already close at hand.

"The last time we were this close was thirteen years ago when you tried to recruit me into your group."

Lynn said calmly, and without waiting for Voldemort to reply, a heavy hammer wrapped in lightning fell from the sky.

"boom--"

The pale earth cracked instantly, as if it had experienced a miniature earthquake.

"This is an invention of mine. It's a pity that none of them are here today, or it would have been a good lesson. From this point of view, you are worse than that dirty diary."

"Swish"

Cold green vertical pupils opened on his chest, and invisible flames burned the torso of the strongest false god, like an alternative barbecue.

Voldemort felt dizzy and confused, and his remaining sanity was crumbling under the successive blows.

No, I have to escape...

Even if I cannot kill this mortal enemy in front of me, I must give him a ruthless blow!

As he thought about this, he immediately made up his mind even though he was reluctant to give up this useful body.

Blow it up!

He gritted his teeth viciously, and while the bound rune had not yet completely sealed him, he mobilized all the magic power in the pseudo-god's body, including the wand that was about to break.

A dark shadow hidden inside the body also began to stir at this moment. The magic power that originated from Voldemort not only did not overflow, but began to restrain its breath.

suddenly--

"Master! Run away!——"

A shrill scream came from far away, and then a small bird flew away.

Voldemort's eyes widened. He never expected that his loyal subordinate was still alive after being ambushed and even ran out to warn him.

"Noisy."

Lynn turned his head away indifferently without making any movement. Batty vomited blood and flew backwards. He turned into a human form in mid-air and almost fell off the cliff.

There are jagged rocks below, and if you fall down, you will be crushed to pieces.

"Bati! How dare you, you bastard!"

Voldemort screamed, and without bothering to lure Lin En closer, he made up his mind and the magic power that had not yet accumulated to the limit exploded with lightning speed.

In an instant, smoke and dust scattered, and the turbulent airflow swept up everything that was left and rushed out in all directions.

Even though Lin En had been prepared, he had to use all his strength to drive Purple Shirt Rune to the extreme, so that he could stay safe in the desperate fight like a natural disaster.

Dumbledore in the distance directly erected a thick magic barrier to protect himself while also guarding the crumbling castle.

Voldemort sensed something was amiss, but now he no longer had the ability to find out what was going on, and he didn't dare to hesitate or linger for even a second.

Having lost his body again, he could only flee. He rolled up a simple-looking necklace, hid it in his soul and left. In the blink of an eye, he reached the edge of the cliff.

Batti was dying and was barely holding onto a bulge with his left hand. His face and body were covered in blood, and it was a horrible sight.

Heartbroken Voldemort immediately flew forward, wrapped up his last remaining subordinate, and turned into a mutilated black shadow and fled into the distance.

"Master...Master..."

Batti spoke with difficulty while spitting out blood, and his left hand, whose skin and flesh were all worn out, pointed forcefully at the castle behind him.

"There are still...some people there...I am about to die...The master still needs...them..."

“If I didn’t let you die, you won’t die.” Voldemort said in a cold tone, “You have made great contributions, and I will not let anything happen to you. As for those people, since that coward Dumbledore didn’t kill them now, there will always be a chance in the future.”

As he fled, he looked back vigilantly and pulled Batty into his body.

Although the pure magic power had been almost gone in the previous self-explosion, a small amount was still left to stabilize Batty's terrible injuries.

Batty stopped talking and closed his eyes tightly, as if he had fallen asleep due to exhaustion.

Voldemort also breathed a sigh of relief and sped up three times. Just as he was about to escape from this desperate and terrifying sea, he saw a strange yet familiar figure.

The appearance is familiar, but the voice is unfamiliar.

"Tom Riddle, is this the first time we meet?"

What came out of the vampire Lester's mouth was a voice that he had never heard before but was inexplicably fearful of.

He was so shocked that he didn't dare to stay for even a second. His soul, which was on the verge of collapse, squeezed out another third of its potential and quickly turned to the other side, without caring about east, west, south or north, and only focused on escaping into the distance.

However, a huge net woven by fierce fire had been brewing all around him for a long time, waiting for him to run headlong into this unsolvable desperate situation.

When disaster struck, Voldemort's mind worked rapidly and he made the decision without any hesitation.

He has gambled countless times in his life, and he won't lose this time!

"Bati, wake up! Curl up and I'll take you out!"

"I... have a way..." Batty said intermittently.

"any solution?"

The magical aura of Dumbledore and Lynn could be heard from far behind. Voldemort did not dare to delay and plunged into Grindelwald's trap while asking questions.

"The solution is... you just die here."

The voice that had sounded weak just now suddenly became cold and unfamiliar, which startled Voldemort.

Just when he wondered if he had heard it wrong, a crisp sound came from within his body - followed by a dizzying feeling of pain.

He only saw a flash of golden light and a faint, dark flame.

Under the golden light, there was a necklace cut into two pieces.

"You should have died long ago, Riddle. If you didn't have this broken necklace, you would have been doomed!"

For the first time, Batty's bloodstained face showed a loud laugh, which was unrestrained and wild, venting countless emotions.

"Every second I hide beside you makes me sick, but as long as I can destroy your last Horcrux, I will not hesitate no matter what the price is. Because this is the request of my best friend! Die, scum!"

"you--!"

Looking at Barty who had transformed into a flying bird, and the last piece of soul fragment that had been reduced to ashes along with the Horcrux, Voldemort truly entered the countdown to his destruction.

He was just a wandering soul, and without the support of the Horcrux, he would be destroyed in a matter of seconds.

The impending death, the betrayal of his closest subordinates, and the undisguised mockery and provocation, everything made him feel like the stupidest clown.

He was completely insane.

"Give me...die!!!"

The last bit of magic enveloping the soul began to boil.

Chapter 554 Tom Riddle, the Death of a Wizard

Batty's condition is not good, it can even be said that it can't be worse.

In order to perform the whole act, Lin En used at least real force when he hit him. From his muscles to his internal organs, the severe pain tortured him every minute and every second.

In addition to the severe fire spell that he cast while enduring the pain, at this moment he had even put in all his strength in his Animagus incarnation.

In the face of Voldemort's desperate counterattack, he now only has the strength to flap his wings.

But there was not a trace of fear in his eyes, only undisguised contempt and disdain for the black shadow in front of him.

The sharp gaze was like a spotlight shining into Voldemort's heart, which was on the verge of collapse, burning hot.

The coldness of death penetrated deeper into his soul, but this scorching temperature made him even more hateful.

“How dare you…!”

He really wanted to understand why this loyal subordinate betrayed him, and he wanted to understand why he was not afraid of death.

But he didn't ask anything, he just wrapped Batty in black magic that covered the sky and the sun.

"If I die, you won't live either."

He spoke word by word.

Batti didn't move at all, and the sarcasm in his eyes was even stronger and more obvious than before.

The burning sensation grew stronger and stronger, almost overflowing from the body, colliding with the harshness of death.