Hogwarts Wizarding Journey

Seeing that the snake's head was getting closer and closer to the barrier, and that escape was imminent, the corners of Voldemort's mouth could not help but curl up slightly.

He decided that after escaping, he would find a deserted place to recuperate and think about how to destroy the Menethil family.

Voldemort has been in the world for so many years, and he has never been so embarrassed as he is today!

Even back then, when he was cold for some reason, he had never been so embarrassed!

‘Zila~!’

A familiar sound effect sounded, causing Voldemort to glance at Bell in the air in confusion.

At this time, Bell was staring at him with a face full of shock and anger, and was completely unable to respond to his unexpected move.

'So where is the sound coming from?'

Before the thoughts in his mind could finish, Voldemort turned around in horror and looked behind him.

It's an illusion spell!

Bell used illusions to interfere with Voldemort's perception, causing him to mistakenly think that the sound was coming from the air.

Penetrating the black fog, his whole body was covered with dazzling thunder and lightning, and his whole body seemed to be made of thunder and lightning. Before Voldemort could raise his wand, Bell gave Voldemort a hard uppercut and hit him on the chin.

"I've noticed a long time ago that you little brat wants to run away!"

Just kidding, if Voldemort had the courage to fight to the death, he would have killed himself long ago.

Anyway, it can still be resurrected, and the limit is exchanged for one, so it’s not a loss no matter what!

"Pfft~!"

A mouthful of old blood, mixed with a few snow-white teeth, was spat out by Voldemort. Like a rocket rising into the sky, he flew quickly towards the motionless 'Bell' in the air.

In order to deceive Voldemort's perception, Bell kept 60% of his magic power in the clone in the air. Then he erased his own breath and quietly lurked behind Voldemort.

Voldemort, who was still unaware of this, was knocked away by Bell's 'Rising Dragon Fist'. Unable to control his body, he tried his best to reach out his hand and give Bell a strong shake on the ground.

The black snake suddenly collapsed before it hit the barrier, and then transformed into a rapidly rotating black ball with Bell as the center.

‘Finally we caught this damn brat!’

Voldemort finally let out a bad breath.

This is the first time tonight that he has truly attacked an opponent.

This little devil flies too fast! He doesn't have much magic power, and he can't carry out indiscriminate attacks wantonly...

"Varied……"

A chilling sense of crisis suddenly came from behind Voldemort. He tried to turn his head, and with the corner of his eye, he saw the body of the fake 'Bell' in the sky suddenly lit up with a dazzling white light.

Then, the figure of the fake 'Bell' began to expand, and eventually turned into a huge thunder ball several meters in diameter.

"No--!"

Voldemort tried hard to stop himself. However, Bell's previous 'Rising Dragon Fist' was too powerful. No matter how hard Voldemort struggled, he still quickly approached the thunder ball and finally fell into it.

Of course, Bell couldn't just let 60% of the magic power dissipate like that.

He converted all the magic power in the clone into thunder and lightning, set the time for the explosion, and was waiting for Voldemort to "deliver the goods" to his door.

"Dry!"

While Voldemort was submerged in the thunder ball, Bell rolled out of the black ball formed by black mist on the ground in embarrassment.

At this time, Bell's skin seemed to be burnt, and even his favorite short black hair was gone.

After lying on the ground for a while, Bell reluctantly got up with a grin on his face.

"Damn it, Ge! You are so cruel!"

Looking at the looming black figure in the thunder ball, Bell cursed unhappily as he struck harder.

He really didn't expect that in that situation, Voldemort could actually control the black mist on the ground and give him a hard blow.

Fortunately, he had enough defensive accessories, otherwise even if he was not corroded into a puddle of thick water by the black mist, he would still be electrocuted into a pile of coke by his own lightning.

'Breathe~blow~!'

With his eyes slightly closed, Bell took a deep breath and adjusted himself.

Then, I saw him slowly raising his wand.

The wand, which was originally as light as nothing, now seems to be heavier than anything.

'The flame of immortality!'

There was a trace of bright red flames in the darkness, spraying out from the tip of Bell's wand, transforming into the form of a divine dragon, and flying towards the thunderball in the air at high speed.

This was the first time Bell had used the Eternal Flame in actual combat. He didn't expect that the first target to be burned would be a figure of Voldemort's level. This would make him embarrassed to use this spell to deal with miscellaneous fish in the future.

Although there is no need to use the Eternal Flame to deal with miscellaneous fish...

Under Bell's control, the magic power that formed the thunderball was swallowed by the immortal flames without any resistance. Soon, the blue-white thunderball turned into a black and red fireball.

The fireball burned quietly, as if it was burning out all light and sound.

One minute passed, and Bell bared his teeth.

Isn’t this Lao Fu too forbidden to burn? He’s already been forced to this point, how can he still hold on for so long!?

If Lao Fu continues to hold on like this, he will almost be unable to hold on!

Lifting his left hand and holding it on the wrist of his right hand, Bell tried his best to suppress the trembling of the wand in his hand.

At this time, he was pointing his wand at the fireball in the air, controlling it to stay in the air.

If at the final moment when the situation was decided, Voldemort suddenly rushed towards him with his whole body covered in flames, saying that he could not bear to leave him and wanted to take him to hell with him, then he would really cry to death in the eighteenth level of hell. The lowest level.

He doesn't want to end up in hell with a greasy middle-aged and elderly man!

Not to mention, this middle-aged and elderly man is a shockingly ugly noseless monster!

Just when Bell was thinking about whether he should throw a few magic props over and use them as firewood, finally, Huangtian paid off and the fireball began to shrink slowly.

When the last ray of fire dissipated into the night, Bell sat down on the ground and gasped for air.

"Master! Are you okay!?"

Seeing the battle come to an end, Sebas immediately rushed over.

"Don't worry, you won't die yet."

Grinning, Bell showed an ugly smile.

"Master, that mysterious... that Voldemort, is he dead?"

Sebas looked in amazement at his young master who was already lying on the ground without even having the strength to sit up.

Although my young master was in an awkward state at the moment, his skin was charred black, and even his teeth were covered with a layer of black ash. Only with the light of the fluorescent spell could he barely see clearly those bright eyes that seemed to be floating in the air.

But this did not affect Sebastian's admiration at all.

You know, that's Voldemort!

Even though Voldemort is still in the weak state of just being resurrected, that is that Voldemort!

Not to mention fighting with him, how many wizards in the UK can be found who have the courage to stand in front of the other side?