The years of welding at Hogwarts

Voldemort looked extremely embarrassed at this moment.

The wizard robe made of unknown material had turned into strips of beggar's clothes. No, even the robes worn by homeless people on the street were better than his.

At least he still has a complete set of clothes, but Voldemort's clothes really look like they have been ravaged by thousands of huskies.

His shiny black hair was also covered in dust, and he looked like a laborer who had just finished cleaning up the construction site.

The pretentious spirit that had just been floating in the sky - "Magic world! Your Dark Lord is back!" - was also beaten away to who knows where by Hagrid's sudden attack.

That is to say, he has thick skin, and with the help of the power of the Philosopher's Stone, he has perfectly integrated the mixed blood of magical animals. This allows him to maintain a human posture while having a defense far exceeding that of a fire dragon. This is why he was not smashed to death by Hagrid's punch.

perhaps……

Should we call him "Tom the Beast" now?

Standing on the road that had been shattered beyond recognition, Voldemort's chest rose and fell violently, and his lungs, which kept expanding and falling back, were like a madly pulling bellows, vigorously repeating the process of inhaling and exhaling.

It can be seen that Voldemort is now only one step away from exploding with anger.

He had been planning this action for a long time.

Not only has his body recovered to its prime, but his strength has also reached a whole new level due to the accumulation over this period of time.

Even if Dumbledore and Grindelwald, the two evil kings, one white and one black, joined forces, they might not be his opponents.

With such a peak posture, and with the mutation craze sweeping across London as the backdrop, he announced his comeback to the wizarding world in a high-profile manner under the attention of everyone.

This was the perfect debut he was supposed to make after planning for a long time!

As a result, before he could even say a word, the idiot in his body began to eagerly compete with him for dominance.

Just a short delay, and Hagrid punched him from the clouds to the ground, and the punch hit him directly in the face.

This is not a fucking perfect debut!

This is a complete slap in the face of him, the Dark Lord!

Well, it’s really a slap in the face.

Logically, there should be a trash-talking session before the fight begins.

Voldemort, who was on the verge of exploding with anger, was about to speak, but Hagrid's huge fist, which was almost as large as a gas cylinder in diameter, hit him in the face without any moral fighting spirit.

The speed Hagrid burst out was completely beyond what his bulky body could achieve.

As a traditional anti-wave wizard at heart, even though Voldemort now possesses a physique so strong that he can arm wrestle with half-blood giants, he will not confront Hagrid head-on in a way that he thinks is rude.

There was no sign of him casting any spells, and a thick metal shield suddenly appeared out of thin air.

The overwhelming force suddenly blasted the metal shield inward, leaving a large fist-shaped hole. Even the skin texture on the knuckles was clearly visible.

But that's it.

Under the perfect protection of the shield, Voldemort did not suffer any harm. With just a slight movement of his mind, a blood-red thunder roared and exploded at him and Hagrid.

Although his body was covered with a layer of surging magic, Hagrid was not seriously hurt.

However, the huge impact brought by this blow forced him to throw his head back and fly out, and his heavy body plowed a long trail of dust on the road.

Voldemort casually cancelled the shield formed by magic in front of him, and his voice seemed extremely calm, "That's all you have..."

Before he could even finish his words, he felt a threat approaching.

Following the wildly beating sense of warning in his heart, Voldemort's body suddenly twisted into a space vortex, and disappeared on the spot with an explosion.

But even though he used the Apparition to jump dozens of meters away, the inexplicable sense of warning in his heart still did not disappear, but followed him like a thorn in his flesh.

Unable to find the source of the warning, Voldemort could only continually change his position through Apparition.

Struggling to get up from the ground, Hagrid rubbed his chest with a grimace, trying hard to relieve the suffocation caused by the blood thunder that hit his chest head-on.

But he never thought that as soon as he stood up, he would see such a funny scene——

Voldemort's figure kept flashing in the void

, it's like fighting a non-existent opponent in the void.

And this is indeed the case.

On the rooftop of a building, Fox squatted beside the "unconscious" Noah, reached out and patted his face, his tone revealing a bit of disappointment.

"Wake up! Noah! How can you sleep?"

But it was impossible for Noah to give her any response now.

In the hazy illusion that wizards call the border between life and death, which is invisible to Voldemort, Hagrid and others, Noah's soul is like a cat teasing a mouse, staring with interest at Voldemort who keeps changing his position through Apparition.

Ever since Noah rashly touched the Ravenclaw's crown last time and was somehow pulled into the Twilight Realm by Rowena Ravenclaw, he has been thinking about how to enter the Twilight Realm again.

Since the blurry fantasy is called the edge of life and death, the method to enter here is naturally very simple.

As long as you put your body in a state of dancing in front of the gates of hell, that is, the so-called brink of life and death, you will be able to shuttle back and forth between the real world and the hazy fantasy world.

It’s just that this state is a little bit difficult for ordinary people, because if they are not careful, they may actually die.

But is Noah an ordinary person?

The library of Kamar-Taj houses a magic called astral projection, or to put it simply, it is the soul leaving the body.

After improving the magic of spirit projection, Noah easily mastered the method of entering the hazy illusion, and then he began to think about another problem.

Since Doctor Strange was able to kill Casillas's lackeys through a soul-level confrontation in a dimension that was invisible to his dream lover, Christine Palmer.

It didn't make sense that Noah couldn't just pull out Voldemort's soul fragments in the hazy illusion, and then use the unreasonable soul power he gained from three lifetimes as a human to tear apart the pitifully weak soul fragments of Voldemort with his bare hands.

The blood mines that shot out aimlessly almost plowed the entire block to one side, making the block, which had already been torn into ruins due to the rampage of the Lizardmen, even more horrific, and even a layer of the ground was scraped off.

"enough!"

When the attack failed again, Voldemort's voice filled with infinite anger was like thunder exploding on the ground.

That sense of warning lingered in his heart all the time, but he couldn't find any potential enemies. This maddening feeling almost drove Voldemort crazy.

"I am the Dark Lord! I will not be fooled by your despicable means..."

Just like last time, he was unable to finish his words, and the void behind him opened up a slightly illusory crack like a glass window that was roughly smashed.

Space fragments like broken glass solidified around the crack, and Noah's soul suddenly poked out of the crack, and a pair of hands pierced Voldemort's chest from behind.

Voldemort's body was completely frozen in place, with only his eyeballs able to move with difficulty.

He glanced behind him in disbelief, his eyes filled with shock, surprise and fear.

"What kind of magic is this..."

Noah had no intention of answering Voldemort.

Hagrid, who had just been blown away, had rushed to Voldemort in this short moment. His fist, which was wrapped with strong magical fluctuations, hit Voldemort's face heavily in front of him in the astonished eyes.

But before Voldemort's body could be sent flying by the powerful impact, Hagrid quickly grabbed one of his legs.

Voldemort's body flew up like a cloud.

"Oh!"

Holding one of Voldemort's legs, Hagrid swung his sturdy arms, whose muscles were so knotted that they almost burst his robes. The fierce impact immediately created a human-shaped dent in the ground.

The flying rubble had not yet fallen to the ground when Hagrid exerted force with his arms again, picked up the thin dog in his hand and smashed it mercilessly to the ground on the other side.

There was another teeth-grinding sound—“Bang!”

Without any pause, in just two seconds, Voldemort was like a boneless rag doll, being pulled back and forth five times by Hagrid's ferocious strength measured in tons.

This made Voldemort's bones crackle.

Even though Noah had anticipated this scene in his mind, he couldn't help but twitch his mouth when he saw this famous scene called "Hagrid's Return" happening before his eyes.

In his hands he was still tightly grasping the two soul balls that he had just pulled out of Voldemort's chest.

No, to be more precise, after he grasped Voldemort's soul, Hagrid's violent punch directly knocked Voldemort's body away.

But his soul remained where it was because of Noah.

The body that had lost the control of the soul could only lie blankly in the ergonomic hole that was smashed out on the ground and fit his body lines perfectly, while his mouth still uttered a series of meaningless moans driven by body instinct.

Looking at Voldemort lying dead with lifeless eyes, I wonder

Why, Hagrid always felt that there was some mysterious force driving him to do an ungraceful action that he would never do under normal circumstances.

"He...tui!"

Following the mysterious induction, Hagrid spat a mouthful of saliva mixed with countless sticky bubbles directly onto the face of Voldemort who was lying dead on the ground.

"Such a weak Dark Lord."

After completing the humiliation of the loser, Hagrid raised his head and looked at Noah, who was half sticking his body out of the void, with a movement and posture that perfectly replicated the captain opening the window.

"Noah! What's wrong with you!?"

Hagrid was extremely horrified by Noah's spirit state, "How did you become a ghost?"

Noah curled his lips and said, "This matter is a bit complicated to explain. You just need to know that this is a special magic and I am not really dead."

Seeing that Hagrid seemed to be hesitant to speak, Noah interrupted him directly.

"I don't think now is the right time to discuss this matter."

He weighed the two soul light balls in his hands, as casually as the owner of a pork stall feeling the weight of the pork in his hands.

The extremely insulting action caused the two translucent shadows in the light ball, which were only about three centimeters tall, to glare at Noah.

But at this moment, Voldemort posed no threat at all.

If they could still stir up any storm in Noah's hands with just these two broken souls, then Noah might as well let Fox stab him to death with a sword.

"I still need to deal with these two things."

Noah motioned to Hagrid to look at the ruined block behind him. The survivors hiding in the buildings still needed help, and there were also a large number of Lizardmen who had not been turned back into normal humans by the rain thanks to the cover of the buildings.

Chapter 236: Sitting up in shock while dying of illness

The beam of light that shot straight into the sky had not disappeared from people's sight for many minutes when the top of the National Westminster Tower once again radiated dazzling light.

When the beam of light reappeared and the heavy rain that had stopped fell from the sky again, the Aurors who survived around King's Cross Station all trembled in their hearts.

No way?

Come again?

Fortunately, this time the raindrops falling from the sky were no longer horrible biological weapons that transformed humans into lizards, but antidotes that could transform those unfortunate people who had mutated into lizardmen back into humans.

Rufus Scrimgeour and Alastor Moody breathed a sigh of relief as they watched the lizardmen bathed in the rain on the streets turn back into human form one by one.

At the station, although Cornelius Fudge did not directly participate in the battle, he still sat down on the ground in a very ungraceful manner with a dejected look on his face.

Although he managed to save his life, he knew that his tenure as minister had come to an end.

If the incident this time was an experimental accident caused by the Muggles themselves, let alone London, even if the entire British Isles became the lair of the Lizardmen, it would have nothing to do with him as the Minister of Magic.

The incident happened in the Muggle world, what does it have to do with my magical world?

But there was no way that the weather spell, which made such a huge noise, could be hidden from anyone.

If things in London had not been completely resolved and owls from outside could not fly in for the time being, the mailbox of the British Ministry of Magic would probably have been filled with Howler letters.

The figure on the broom slowly floated down next to Noah and Fox.

Looking at the figure lying on the ground, Kingsley's face was filled with grief.

Because he was flying high in the sky on a broom, Kingsley had a wider field of vision than other people on the ground. He noticed the existence of this mysterious wizard before Noah entered the scene to put out the fire like a god in the morning.

He witnessed with his own eyes how Noah used his boundless power to gather the sea of ​​Fiery Flame that dozens of Aurors could not control. He even had enough energy to devote some of his attention to exterminating the Lizardmen who were besieging the Aurors. He only extinguished the fire after clearing the entire city block.

But now he was lying on the ground like this, with his eyes closed and his face pale...

Looking at his young face and the Hogwarts uniform, who would have thought that this mysterious wizard who saved the whole of London single-handedly was just a young Hogwarts student?

A tear rolled down Kingsley's dark face.

He slowly squatted down, wanting to tidy up the remains of this hero who was born in Hogwarts...

At this moment, Noah, who was lying dead on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Damn it, it's finally over."

He sat up in shock from his dying illness, and frightened Kingsley so much that he jumped back more than a meter, and uttered a classic English curse -

"Oh my god!"

Before his soul returned to his body, Noah saw the black guy guarding his "corpse" and the stupid turkey who kept slapping his face to wake him up.