Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 117: 116: Fighting the Dark Lord! Panic and No Choice!
Deep in the dark and depressing underground passage.

The pure white fluorescence that originally illuminated the passage turned into a creepy green almost instantly. It was the Unforgivable Curse that Ian released with tension due to being frightened.

no way.

Who was it that made him recognize the face on the deformed creature's head at the first moment!
Nosed Tom!

As the saying goes, whoever hesitates will be defeated when two meet in a narrow road. Ian doesn't want to give the other party a chance to attack. After all, no matter what, Tom without a nose is still the real Dark Lord.

Even if he is just a lingering soul, he is still an evil villain who should not be underestimated. God knows whether this guy can still cast some sinister and terrible curse or magic in his soul state.

This is also the first time that Ian faces an awakened Voldemort in the world.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Accompanied by Ian's decisive chanting.

The green light drew a perfect arc in the air, like the scythe of the god of death, carrying an irresistible breath of death, pointing directly at the deformed monster and the residual soul of Voldemort above its head.

Voldemort also planned to possess a young wizard and sneak into Hogwarts to find out how many Horcruxes he had found. However, when faced with the familiar green light, his whole soul was stunned.

The killing curse!

How many years have you been dead?
When did Hogwarts become so avant-garde!
I saw my specialty on a junior student who looked half-grown? This must be a dwarf disguised as a little wizard or an old man with dwarf blood!

"Sigh~"

The remnant soul of Voldemort did not think of being on guard at all. After all, he felt that he was facing a little wizard who could only perform the levitation spell, which resulted in him not having time to use any countermeasures.

The creature he possessed was also nowhere to hide in the underground passage, and the moment the green light approached, the deformed monster seemed to realize the impending destruction, and its huge body began to tremble violently, and those deformed limbs waved helplessly, trying to block the ferocious magic beam that was coming towards it.

however.

The curse of death will not stop because of this. Everything is destined. Even if the green light only hits its limbs, the deadly "spider web" will spread to its entire body in an instant.

It penetrates into the soul like a maggot attached to the bones.

This might be a relief for this creature, after all, being possessed by Voldemort's remnant soul was definitely more painful than being a terminally ill cancer patient. Its body was twisted and deformed, and its skin was covered with strange lines and lumps, like a demon crawling out of hell.

"Bang~"

The tyranny and unsolvability of the Unforgivable Curse were revealed at this moment. The huge deformed creature might have a high magic resistance, but it still didn't even have time to let out a desperate wail.

With a dull sound, the deformed creature fell to the ground with a thud, splashing a large puddle of foul-smelling water on the ground, which was blocked by Ian in time using the umbrella in his other hand as a shield.

"Whoo~"

As the green "spider web" enveloped the soul deeper into the body, a large mass of black mist rose from the corpse. It was obvious that Voldemort's residual soul also used the soul of the creature he possessed as a shield.

Black fog rolled in.

The black fog rolled and swirled, as depressing and terrifying as an endless dark ocean, with an indescribable weirdness and evil.

"Impossible! The Killing Curse!! You are not a student of Hogwarts!!!"

The remaining soul of Voldemort is hidden therein.

He had no intention or thought of attacking Ian, and immediately flew out after leaving his body. He was very decisive, which was probably due to the Dark Lord's caution and keen intuition about magic - Voldemort's residual soul discovered that the killing curse that killed his "temporary body" did not disappear after the creature died.

"how so!"

Feeling that the spider webs above seemed to be gathering together again, ready to strike, Voldemort's remaining soul has already reacted. He has encountered a real ghost in this dim place today!

"What did you do with the Killing Curse!"

It turned out that Voldemort's residual soul was not wrong. His soul had just rushed out to escape when the green spider webs on the deformed creature's corpse gathered and shot out.

It only took two seconds.

"Boom!"

Seeing the creepy green light attacking him again, Voldemort's remaining soul did not dare to be careless. He directly controlled the rolling black fog around him to overturn the wall of the underground passage.

The deadly green light was blocked by the shattered wall, and a spider-web-like picture appeared on the wall again, but this time it did not regroup but gradually disappeared.

"Fortunately, fortunately... Fortunately, my Avada Lightning Chain has just been developed to the initial stage." Not only the frantically fleeing Voldemort's remnant soul was still in fear, but also Ian who was chasing after him. Through the simple confrontation just now, the young wizard had already keenly realized that Voldemort's remnant soul might not have much power left.

otherwise.

It wouldn't be so embarrassing to dodge a killing curse. Perhaps in this state of lingering soul, Voldemort's soul can only know some methods that don't require much magic power at most?

This was the guess that popped up in Ian's mind.

This couldn't help but arouse his desire for magic again.

He had already missed two opportunities to increase his magic power limit before, so he had to seize this opportunity to use the extraordinary characteristic of [Soul Furnace] at all costs.

What does it mean that someone will hand you a pillow when you feel sleepy? This is called Voldemort delivering warmth to your doorstep! It is worth taking some risks to face the most terrifying dark wizard in modern times in order to solve the problem of insufficient magic power that has troubled him recently!
"Don't run! Tom! We are good brothers who grew up in the same yard! We can sit down and talk about anything!" Ian wanted to get closer to Voldemort who was getting further and further away from him.

There was no other way, after all, two legs were no match for flying in the sky. Seeing that Voldemort's residual soul didn't care about the friendship between fellow countrymen, he could only transform himself into a flying broom. Such magic props did not require much magic power to maintain, and could even be fine-tuned according to Ian's magic power input and his understanding of flying props.

It's really a coincidence.

Ian studied the flying cloak and knew a lot about flying props, so he rode on a flying broom that was faster than the rocket crossbow that had not yet been invented.

He also thoughtfully transformed himself into a heated cushion. If the design of the flying cloak had not been completed, Ian would not have chosen to transform himself into such an inflexible flying prop.

He had "dissected" the structures of the brooms in the school, so he was able to temporarily use Transfiguration to achieve such a transformation effect. Of course, this is also a magical transformation that other wizards cannot do.

"Damn it! What's wrong with you, little wizard!?" The remnant soul of Voldemort just looked back while escaping, and found that the guy disguised as a dwarf behind him had actually turned into a magic prop. The flying speed of that broom even directly refreshed his cognition and understanding of flying brooms.

This is so un-magical!
As expected, I was unlucky and bumped into a weird thing!

Weird! Very weird!

"Crucio!" Ian had experimented on Peeves before, and his magic could be applied to the soul, so Voldemort's soul naturally couldn't escape the scope of the soul. Another spell of light shot out from his wand, just to intercept Voldemort's soul that was flying very fast.

The magic flew very fast, but it failed to hit Voldemort's residual soul who had been prepared for it. The senior who was highly proficient in dark magic slid away from Ian's attack.

of course.

It's not so easy and pleasant.

"You are definitely not a student!"

The remaining soul of Voldemort could not accept that he was being hunted by the little wizard.

He was filled with great grief and indignation, but as his soul was still intact he could not cast magic to fight back. He could only continue to flee at an accelerated speed like a stray dog.

The feeling of being chased by the Unforgivable Curse was so strange. Fortunately, the other party did not continue to release that strange killing curse. This was the only blessing in the heart of Voldemort's remaining soul.

"Stop! I'll show you my student ID! Really... trust me!" Ian was also trying to intercept the opponent by destroying the terrain, but Voldemort's soul was able to slip through the gaps in the collapsed stone walls. This not only failed to stop Voldemort's soul, but also made his flying pursuit more difficult.

Bricks crashed down from above, along with a lot of pipe fragments and foul-smelling sewage. Although Voldemort's remaining soul had no material left on it, it was still stained with the smell of sewage.

"Don't come over here! Get out of here!"

Seeing that the exit of the passage was right in front of him, Voldemort's remaining soul used almost the fastest flying speed in his life, and dived into the hidden valley in the Forbidden Forest and rushed into the Forbidden Forest.

He seemed to have quite a bit of experience in escaping. When he rushed out of the cave, he waved the black mist around him, and the large and small stones scattered in the forest seemed to be pulled into the air by an invisible force.

"Boom~"

An even louder noise was heard. It was Voldemort's residual soul that used black fog to wrap the stones and wood in the Forbidden Forest, blocking the exit of the strange passage that was full of danger to him.

The forbidden forest outside the valley.

Having just experienced a rainstorm, it seems like a new life under the clear sky after the rain. Water droplets gently slide down from the tips of grass and leaves, making a fine and pleasant sound.

Voldemort did not dare to weaken his soul in the sunlight, so he could only flee along the shade of the trees. He did not think that the obstacles he created could completely stop the pursuers behind him.

This is true.

"Sly Tom!"

Ian shook his wand, and countless pieces of gravel and various wood exploded. He rushed out of the dense dust and fog, riding his "homemade" flying broom straight in the direction where Voldemort's remaining soul fled.

The burst pipe did not stain him with any sewage. Ian felt a little regretful that Rolanda Hooch was not here, otherwise he felt that his performance would definitely earn him extra points from Mrs. Hooch.

"My dear brother! I should call you that... Meeting is the continuation of fate. How can I make you talk to me calmly?"

"Do I need to...live out of my body?" Ian's wand shook continuously.

Several Imperius Curses were cast one after another, and under his control, they dispersed like missiles, attempting to intercept the remaining soul of Voldemort on its way out.

Feeling the surging magic of the little wizard behind him, and his attacks that were often even more ruthless than his own, Voldemort's remaining soul already felt his scalp tingling and his heart trembling.

"This must be Dumbledore's trap!" Voldemort's remaining soul roared angrily, his face looming and distorted in the rolling black fog.

With horror.

He didn't believe that the young wizard of Hogwarts had evolved into such a horrible state. The only reasonable explanation was that he had fallen into the trap set by Dumbledore again.

"who are you!"

The remaining soul of Voldemort has determined that Ian must be an old man who drank the Polyjuice Potion. Faced with the attack of magic, he can only use other lives around him to resist himself.

The air after the rain is filled with the fresh smell of soil and grass, which is the unique fragrance of the earth after the rain. Occasionally, one or two wet little animals poke their heads out from the grass and look curiously at this world washed by rain. This should be a scene full of vitality.

However, the remnant spirit of Voldemort moving under the shadow of the big tree destroyed everything. Voldemort, who was rushing past, picked up these small animals and used them as shields to intercept Ian's magic.

The poor Bowtruckle, the Rainbow Deer, and even a troll that had just emerged from a cave were all directly hit by the Imperius Curse and forced to stand at attention and salute.

Of course, compared to the vegetation where Voldemort's soul flew over, these magical animals at least managed to survive and did not die like those withered and dying plants.

It’s not that Voldemort’s residual soul was sucking the vitality of plants along the way. He doesn’t have such powerful magic now. It’s just that the aura of dark magic that has been contaminated by his soul is too strong. The rolling black fog is full of corrosiveness, and any plants and animals that are contaminated by the black fog will be corroded by it.

"I can share forbidden knowledge with you, and the secret of eternal life! Everything can be ours! Your strength deserves this glory and future!" The residual soul of Voldemort is also an old silver coin. While bewitching Ian, he did not forget to use his black mist to try to attack Ian.

The black fog was like the exhaust gas of Voldemort when he was flying. It transformed into dark tentacles behind him, dancing ferociously and sweeping towards Ian who was riding a flying broom.

"I'm your fellow countryman! I just want to light a fire with you and reminisce about the past!" Ian said the truth. He lit a fierce fire and directly burned the inexplicably shady black mist tentacles.

When Voldemort's remaining soul saw the blue color emerging behind him, he was even more terrified than when he saw the Killing Curse, and his crazy escape speed increased a little more due to his strong desire to survive.

However, Ian's speed was fast enough, and the distance between the man and the soul was getting closer. As the chase deepened, the creatures in the forbidden forest were also disturbed by this sudden turmoil.

Birds were startled and flew away from the treetops, flapping their wings in the moist air and making bursts of frightened cries; groups of small animals ran around in the woods, trying to escape the path of the black fog.

"I feel the dark soul approaching..." A centaur was hunting and cutting his prey, but he was a beat too slow to react and was pierced through the body by Voldemort's residual soul.

The originally healthy skin color turned into a corrupted color in an instant, and the centaur fell to the ground with a bang. His tribesmen roared in shock and anger, trying to vent their anger on Ian behind them.

"Kill these damn humans! They killed our people!" Several centaurs drew their bows and arrows and fired a volley at Ian.

This is obviously aimed at taking lives.

"What the hell! You beasts!" A roaring flame emerged from Ian's wand, and the flames of the Fiery Journey roared and engulfed everything, destroying the obstacles in front of Ian along with the flying arrows. He did not choose to kill the group of centaurs, but let the Fiery Journey take back the magic supply when it approached the centaurs.

The flames that were raging in the jungle like waves suddenly dissipated, but the remaining heat wave still made the centaurs scream sharply as if they were frightened.

"He attacked us!"

"This damn human cub wizard!"

"How dare he! How dare he!"

Not only did these centaurs not feel any fear after surviving the disaster, but they cursed even more crazily - it was clearly the fleeing Voldemort who killed these fellows.

"I regret sparing you." Ian did not indulge these beasts. While the centaurs were still in shock, he used a transformation spell to connect their bodies together.

Such magic was only possible thanks to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who had shared the centaurs' body structure. Thus, a new species might have been born.

Twisted and scary.

They were like monsters made of piles of flesh and blood. Due to Ian's lack of skills, these centaurs had completely lost their wisdom.

Their thoughts were mixed together in chaos.

"Vera Verto!"

Ian didn't continue to care about the hypocritical and blind beast. The only thing in his eyes was Voldemort in front of him. If he let the other party escape, he would lose the opportunity to increase his magic power.

As the young wizard performed the Transfiguration spell, Voldemort's remaining soul only felt that the black mist around him was being affected, as if it was about to turn into sharp teeth to hurt his soul.

"What kind of magic is this!?"

Voldemort's residual soul was touched by the blind spot of knowledge, and it could only abandon the black mist affected by Ian's magic and detonate them when their control was taken away.

"Didn't your teacher teach you Transfiguration when you were in school?" Ian was chasing madly, and this chase caused the entire Forbidden Forest to become a mess.

"Oh, and there's also the Flying Spell... Tom Riddle is flying!"

Ian thought of the knowledge points that his dean had once taught him. Since the Flying Curse can indeed be cast on living creatures, it should naturally be able to have an effect on the soul.

as predicted.

The remaining soul of Voldemort immediately felt a force pulling him backwards, and his speed dropped sharply.

He ran.

he chased.

He probably can't escape even if he has wings.

"Don't force me!"

The remaining soul of Voldemort let out an incomprehensible roar of fear. He turned his head to look at the approaching little wizard, and was aroused by the eager expression on the little wizard's face.

For many years.

Countless wizards dared not mention his name, and many people lived in fear of him. From childhood to adulthood, he had only suffered such humiliation at the hands of Dumbledore.

Do not!
Even the humiliation Dumbledore gave me was not this great!
"Go to hell! Get sucked into hell!"

The more Voldemort thought about it, the angrier he became, until he was completely frustrated. Then, the black mist around him began to change, as if he was determined to make the guy chasing him pay the price!

Just like a dog that is angered will bite, the Dark Lord who was cornered also showed his power - he was indeed different from most souls, being in some subtle form between life and death, which enabled him to cast magic, something other souls could not do.

However, this was probably a desperate move. Magic would consume his little vitality, but the feeling of humiliation had already made Voldemort's remaining soul furious.

"Night Soul Calls Death!"

I saw.

The black mist that had been accumulated around Voldemort's remaining soul for who knows how many years began to precipitate wildly, revealing an unspeakable evil and terror. Even the sunlight that penetrated the Forbidden Forest between the shades of the trees seemed to be completely blocked at this moment, and the surging power in the air was surging and boiling like ink.

Black fog rolled in.

Like a storm.

The light dimmed in an instant.

Each strand of black fog was twisting wildly, like countless dark pythons intertwining and entwining with each other. Then, the black fog suddenly exploded and turned into countless inky black undead spirits. The figures of countless dead souls seemed to emerge in the black fog, and one after another, hideous faces were roaring and howling.

Some of them retain the appearance of humans in their previous lives, with distorted faces, empty eyes, invisible chains wrapped around their bodies, and a suffocating atmosphere of despair. Some of them transform into various ferocious beasts, with hideous appearances, sharp claws, sticky saliva dripping from their mouths, and bloodthirsty cold light flashing in their eyes.

It was as if the sound came from hell, echoing in every corner of the forbidden forest, making the listeners feel fear and trembling their souls. Even the magical animals that were far away were crawling on the ground and trembling.

Countless ghosts pressed towards Ian like a tidal wave. Their momentum was extremely fierce and terrifying, like an army of thousands. They stretched out their arms covered with pus as if they wanted to swallow Ian into the black fog.

"I knew you had a trump card!"

Ian's expression remained unchanged as he raised the magic wand in his hand. Then, with the surge of magic power, the terrible fire began to grow wildly, and from a small flame it turned into a sea of ​​fire in the blink of an eye.

As the fierce fire spread, the entire forbidden forest seemed to be lit up. The trees, rocks and streams that were originally hidden in the darkness were all revealed under the illumination of the flames.

"Boom!"

This is a collision between the fierce fire and the black fog undead.

As the flames and black mist intertwined, the surrounding trees began to burn fiercely, and the firelight reflected their distorted figures, as if they were struggling in pain. The huge tree trunks crackled in the flames, and the branches and leaves quickly turned to ashes and drifted away in the wind. The black smoke and flames intertwined to form a doomsday-like scene.

Large tracts of forest are disappearing.

Countless creatures turned to ashes in the unexpected disaster.

The thin little wizard's figure flickered in the firelight and black fog, like a shaky boat in the waves, yet standing firm and unable to be overturned.

"Since you want to seek your own death, I will grant your wish!"

In the oncoming black fog.

There was even a trace of Voldemort's noseless face. He controlled countless undead spirits wrapped in black mist to completely engulf Ian's Fiendfyre, and his resentful roar resounded in all directions.

"Noisy."

The young wizard just whispered softly.

The wand in his hand continued to output endless magic power.

"I've always believed that you are far ahead of me in the field of magic. However, even when you are provoked, you only show this much strength?"

"This really makes me... a little disappointed." Ian's eyes were as calm as a lake without any ripples.

He shook his wand again.

next moment.

The blue flames began to rage wildly, suddenly growing larger and engulfing all the surrounding black fog. Countless undead souls were swallowed up one after another in the fierce fire, wailing miserably. Their bodies quickly shrank in the flames, and eventually turned into nutrients to strengthen the fierce fire. The blue flames continued to grow wildly.

"Your magic! How could it be! How could it be..." Voldemort's face in the black fog became horrified again. He felt the surging magic power that made him feel incredible.

"Who are you!"

When he asked the question in doubt.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, blue claws came to his face, tearing apart Voldemort's ugly face and the boundless darkness brought by the black fog, revealing the obscured sky outside.

"You are just a junior who wants you to be nourishment and help me practice." The sun shone on the barren land, and some golden light sprinkled on the little wizard's face.

The flames burned away the black fog.

It also completely dispelled the darkness.

But it did not stop, because there was no remnant of Voldemort's soul attached to the black fog, only a little will of Voldemort's remnant soul. The surging fierce fire turned into a ferocious beast and began to search in the forbidden forest.

Voldemort's remaining soul escaped really quickly.

He had obviously made two preparations: either his magic would kill the wizard chasing him, or his magic would buy him some precious time to escape.

Feeling the magic being destroyed like a rotten wood, Voldemort's remaining soul fled like a madman, his heart filled with fear and horror as if he had realized something.

"It's Dumbledore! It's that sinister hypocrite!"

"It must be him! He must have taken the Polyjuice Potion to seduce me on purpose!"

Obviously.

The remaining soul of Voldemort misunderstood some things, which made his inner panic even more intense, and he ran with all his strength in the direction which might be his only chance of survival.

More than ten kilometers away.

"Master, the master has lost contact again..." Quirrell finally did some cover-up work and sneaked into the Forbidden Forest, wanting to meet with the Dark Lord who had reconnected with him.

Since he only received the notice and order to come to the Forbidden Forest, and had no other information, he could only search for the possessed creatures in the caves according to his guess about the Dark Lord's state. As he was holding his wand and carefully exploring a cave, Quirrell did not notice a dark shadow rushing up from behind him.

"My servant! My servant!"

The remnant soul of Voldemort, whose Dumbledore phobia was aroused, was worried that the "Dumbledore" behind him might find him at any time, so he rushed towards Quirrell in front of him without any hesitation.

He just wanted to hide in the body of a creature so that he could temporarily avoid being discovered. For this reason, Voldemort didn't care about so much and dived into Quirrell's body with his back to him.

"what!"

Quirrell, who was ambushed, let out a panicked scream.

"Shut up, idiot! It's me!"

Voldemort's voice sounded in Quirrell's mind, making the somewhat panicked Quirrell feel a little relieved. He felt Voldemort's soul entering his body.

"Run!"

After being reminded, Voldemort wanted to jump onto the back of Quirrell's head.

however.

The magic he had cast before was too much of a burden for him, and his exhausted soul had no energy left. The noseless face could only gradually appear in the place where he had entered.

On Quirrell's ass.

Quirrell's face turned red when he felt something strange on his butt. He wanted to cover it but was afraid that his action would offend Voldemort and thus anger him and bring him severe punishment.

"Master...how come you..."

Quirrell stammered and tried to persuade Voldemort to move to another place in a tactful way, but Voldemort, who was too weak and frightened, did not let him finish his words.

"I told you to run!"

Voldemort practically roared.

"what?"

Quirrell still felt somewhat confused. Although there were indeed many dangerous creatures in the Forbidden Forest, even for him, as long as he was careful, there should be no danger.

"Idiot! Get out of the cave! Look up at the sky!" Voldemort's voice sounded in Quirrell's mind. Well, it was a good thing that it didn't come from his butt.

"Okay, okay... Master." Quirrell quickly withdrew from the not-so-deep cave. However, as soon as he stepped out, the next moment he immediately had the idea of ​​crawling back quickly.

“Hiss! This…this…”

Quirrell took a deep breath, his legs went limp, and he fell to the ground. He didn't mean to disrespect Voldemort, but he was frightened by the changes outside.

I saw.

Above the forbidden forest, where the sky should have been clear.

At this time, there were actually countless giant dragons of flames flying around! They were furious and roaring continuously. The fierce fire transformed into beasts, covering the sky and the sun as if they were going to swallow up everything!
How terrible!
"Damn you bastard! Stand up!"

Voldemort, who was pinned to the ground, felt a new humiliation. However, when he saw a giant dragon transformed from Fiendfyre, whizzing past the entrance of the cave where Quirrell was, he seemed to realize something and immediately spoke up to stop Quirrell, who kept apologizing and trying to get up in a hurry.

"Just sit there! Sit there! Quickly retreat back into the hole!!"

Between dignity and survival.

The Dark Lord obviously has a choice to make.

He chose to endure the humiliation.

The hatred towards Dumbledore in his heart grew stronger.

……

In front of the cabin outside the forbidden forest.

"I didn't expect Dumbledore would ask you to assist me. To be honest, Snape, I don't trust you. In my opinion, you are a thorough dark wizard." Hagrid said with a look of disgust, and at the same time tightened the giant crossbow in his hand, looking back at Fang who was barking at the big black bat in front of him.

"Two unicorns have disappeared in succession. Who do you think would dare to attack unicorns? To be honest, I would be happy to see you die in the Forbidden Forest, but apparently Dumbledore thinks it's not time for you to die yet." Snape sneered and ridiculed the half-blood giant in front of him.

He just glared at the cowardly "evil dog", and the next moment the strong Yaya fell silent, as if he didn't dare to muster up the courage even after hiding behind Hagrid.

"I can find out the situation myself! I don't need you!" Hagrid was irritated by Snape's ridicule, "Don't let me know who stole the unicorn! That guy must have stolen things from my house too! I will definitely not let this abominable guy go. After I catch him, I will starve him for three days and three nights!"

obviously.

Hagrid also noticed the theft in his house, and linked it to the disappearance of the unicorn. He muttered and cursed as he walked straight to the entrance of the Forbidden Forest.

Since his back was turned to Snape, Hagrid did not notice that Snape's eyes were evasive and his expression was a little guilty - he also realized that he might have been too harsh in his most recent restocking.

Normally Hagrid wouldn't have noticed.

"Whether it's poachers or something else, a giant like you without a wand can't deal with it. You may not realize how terrible the crisis behind such things is." Snape hurriedly followed. Of course he would not let Hagrid die, not just because of Dumbledore's instructions.

I am also considering my future purchasing channels.

"I'm not afraid of anything! I have Fang!" Hagrid pulled Fang hard, who was unwilling to enter the Forbidden Forest. When he saw Snape coming over, he pulled his coat guiltily.

He hid all the red umbrellas inside his coat.

"Stupid big man, do you think you are more powerful than Dumbledore? This is a problem that gives him a headache." Snape took out his wand and began to be on guard.

"Dumbledore is omnipotent! I'll tell him you're slandering him." Hagrid wanted to put some pressure on Snape. His attitude towards Snape was completely different from his attitude towards others. This was probably due to the influence of the Potter clique, and also because Snape was indeed a Death Eater.

"If you think this can threaten me, I suggest you find a giant monster to exchange your brain for. That might help improve your IQ, which you never had."

Snape's attitude towards Hagrid was exactly the same. In his eyes, those who could get along with Potter and his gang were just hypocrites.

The two people continued to go deeper into the forbidden forest.

Soon, they both realized something was wrong.

"What's that smell? It smells like something is burning. Is there a fire somewhere in the forest? I bet! Those centaurs are trying to learn how to cook!"

Hagrid hurried towards the source of the smell.

"Aren't you afraid that this is a trap and you are rushing to die?" Snape realized that the silence around him was too strange, completely different from the noisy sounds in the Forbidden Forest in the past. After walking for such a long time, he didn't even encounter a magical animal. This was inconsistent with the ecological environment of the Forbidden Forest.

Either all the animals fled here for some reason, or... before Snape could analyze and figure out a reasonable explanation in his mind.

"Dragon! Dragon!"

suddenly.

Hagrid in front exclaimed in disbelief.

"Your brain is more confusing than a troll. I really hope you can stop imagining things. There has never been any dragon raised in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts."

"Even if they are opal dragons, they are just..." Snape's sneering voice suddenly stopped because he saw a fire dragon with flapping wings flying past Hagrid.

A literal fire dragon.

It seemed as if Hagrid wanted to reach out and touch the terrible dragon.

"Idiot! This is Fiendfyre! Haven't you seen it before?" Snape's expression changed drastically. He raised his wand and cast a spell, pulling Hagrid, who was not far away, directly to his side.

Magic is crude.

Probably intentional.

Hagrid almost broke several small trees before he fell in front of Snape, which was obviously seriously inconsistent with Snape's magical level. He must have had some selfish motives when saving people.

"I... Of course I know it was Fiendfyre..." Hagrid struggled to get up from the ground. His face was covered with scratches from tree branches. Although he spoke stubbornly, his expression also contained a hint of fear.

"Thank you for your help, Professor Snape..." Of course, despite his tough talk, Hagrid still knew who saved him. He was indeed a little too reckless just now.

"Ah."

Snape snorted coldly in response, then looked up at the sky with a serious and shocked expression, only to see that more than a dozen giant dragons, which had been searching the jungle in vain, were rising into the sky above the Forbidden Forest.

"Dark wizards! There are dark wizards hiding here! What do they want to do!?" Hagrid also raised his head and saw that the dragons that seemed to be well controlled and did not ignite the surrounding woods were rising higher and higher. His expression was filled with extreme anger and disbelief.

"These dark wizards are so unscrupulous. Aren't they afraid of Dumbledore?" It was obvious that Hagrid mistook Fiendfyre for the magic of dark wizards who came to the Forbidden Forest to engage in poaching.

"I think there is only one Dark wizard..."

Snape had already taken out his telescope.

He had just discovered that there was a person riding on the head of one of the blue fire dragons. Now he raised the telescope and looked over there. He immediately saw the figure surrounded by the fierce fire.

next moment.

The expression of the Head of Slytherin House at Hogwarts became interesting. As God knows, Snape had actually made up his mind to see Voldemort.

however.

"Damn little brat! How...how dare he!!!" Snape exclaimed in confusion, looking even more terrified than when he saw Voldemort.

He and Hagrid were not the only ones who witnessed the dragon taking off.

far away.

In the castle of Hogwarts, many people also noticed the abnormality in the direction of the Forbidden Forest. A group of students who were taking flying lessons were all attracted by the Fiery Dragons that took off. They were larger than normal dragons and there were many of them. Now it was broad daylight and the young wizards were active, so it was hard not to see them.

Even the little wizards who were taking classes in the castle were disturbed by the noise.

"Is that a dragon?"

In transfiguration class.

A little wizard exclaimed.

"There are no dragons in Hogwarts, Miss Greengrass. I hope you can concentrate on the class and not make such jokes." Professor McGonagall was originally instructing the young wizards in Transfiguration.

suddenly.

She found a group of little wizards gathered in front of the window.

"What are you trying to do?" Professor McGonagall frowned and wanted to scold everyone, but when she walked to the window, her serious face froze for a moment.

Above the Forbidden Forest.

The scene of more than ten fire dragons rising into the sky and swooping down just happened to catch her eyes. The terrifying blue flames made the Gryffindor head of house couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"Li Huo!"

She no longer cared about attending class and quickly opened the window to summon a flying broom. Several other professors at Hogwarts had almost the same reaction.

The professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts was probably the slowest one. He slowly joined the queue of professors on his flying broom, but Professor McGonagall looked at him with a frown.

"Professor Lockhart, a professor is needed in the castle. We will go and see what the situation is. Hopefully... it's not as bad as I thought."

As the deputy headmistress, Professor McGonagall was the most authoritative person in Hogwarts when Dumbledore was away, and her arrangements were not rejected by Gilderoy Grindelwald.

"I also feel more comfortable staying here. I will take good care of the children...haha." Gilderoy Grindelwald looked at the Forbidden Forest in the distance and smiled inexplicably happyly.

"I mean, this is really scary." He saw that the other professors were looking at him strangely, so he immediately scratched his head and made amends like Lockhart. This somewhat nonsensical performance made Professor McGonagall frown even more, but she obviously didn't have time to criticize the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for his inappropriate laughter.

"Swish swish~"

A group of professors rushed towards the Forbidden Forest.

"Kids, do you think that's cool? Fiendfyre." Gilderoy Grindelwald landed in Aurora's classroom. He looked around at the little wizards in front of the window and spoke with a smile.

"Hiss! Is it really Fiery?"

"Oh my god! How can Fiendfyre look like a dragon?!"

"I feel like it could swallow ten of them in one bite...my 300-pound mother!"

……

The students all showed shocked expressions.

"A little application of Transfiguration. Well, I see you are also taking Transfiguration class. Do you need me to continue teaching you? Perhaps you can also learn this skill."

The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor offered to substitute for the class.

But the little wizards crowded in front of the window obviously had no intention of continuing the class.

"This Fiendfyre... this Fiendfyre..." Daphne Greengrass suddenly looked towards Aurora, who was standing in front of the window with a surprised look in her eyes. She had just learned about this classmate's family in detail not long ago.

"It's the Fiendfyre from Paris! The Fiendfyre with a shape! Miss Grindelwald!" Daphne Greengrass felt that she was already asking her classmates in a very tactful way what had happened.

Never thought about it.

She was not the only one in the classroom who had done the same thing as her and had sought to learn more about the "classmates with prominent families". After all, their house was the Slytherin school, which was a gathering place for pure-blood families who liked to form cliques.

"Grindelwald!"

"Oh my god! Is that your family?"

"Is it old Grindelwald who broke in? Is he going to capture our Hogwarts?"

"Our school is going to change its name? Miss Grindelwald, can you talk to my family and let my father continue to serve as the director of the new school?"

……

The young wizards of Slytherin exclaimed continuously. A traitor had unexpectedly appeared among the students of Slytherin. Just as Aurora looked at the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts in a daze, tilted her head, and wanted to say something but hesitated.

"No! Not taking over the school! I know! I know!"

Next to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, a young wizard suddenly had an idea and screamed in excitement. They were Gryffindor students who took Transfiguration classes with Slytherin students. The two colleges had classes together on many courses.

Although everyone disliked each other, this was the school's rule. Of course, in such a big event, the two groups still came together to watch the fun.

"Remember? The news this morning! Our headmaster has the blood of a male succubus! This is the truth! Old Grindelwald came to the school to kidnap Dumbledore, whom he has always loved!"

"Just like he said in the interview! This is for love! Oh my god! How romantic!" He has to be a Gryffindor student to say it.

They were not satisfied until their words shocked the world. Everyone was screaming and saying it was reasonable, but Aurora rushed to her Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

no way.

Aurora saw the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's hand move.

She swore.

That was definitely the first move my grandfather made when he took out his wand.

(End of this chapter)