Days at Hogwarts

Chapter 700 Dumbledore Scams His Students

In the dim night, a bright green light suddenly shone, even brighter than the black demon mark hanging in the sky.

The brilliant light shone into the eyes of the Dead Apostles, causing their pupils to contract sharply, their expressions filled with horror, as they could hardly believe that Snape dared to lay a hand on the Dark Lord.

Voldemort chuckled indifferently, holding his wand. Facing the oncoming green light, he calmly raised his wand, using the surging magic at its tip to block the Unforgivable Curse.

The emerald light lingered a few inches from the tip of the staff. Voldemort, having blocked the Killing Curse, was far from relieved; instead, he frowned slightly. The ominous magic surrounding the Killing Curse did not stop but spread along the staff, cold and dark, sending chills down one's spine.

The curse before him was unlike any other killing curse he had ever seen before. In addition to its intense malice towards the enemy, it also contained a genuine aura of death.

However, this does not mean that Snape surpassed Voldemort in his mastery of the Killing Curse; it simply means that they chose different paths.

Voldemort's Killing Curse fully unleashes his deepest malice; it is swift, extremely deadly, and even a wizard like Dumbledore would find it difficult to stop head-on.

Snape incorporated his understanding of death into the spell, symbolizing that the ominous aura of death lingers, making it even more difficult to deal with. Neither magical nor physical barriers can completely eliminate the influence of the Killing Curse.

The Death Eaters and Harry watching from the sidelines stared wide-eyed, subconsciously slowing their breathing. Snape remained expressionless, his cold gaze concealing a certain intensity.

Voldemort extended and retracted his long, forked tongue. He suppressed his fleeting surprise, a contemptuous smile playing on his lips. He flicked his wand, gently lifting the Killing Curse and guiding it upwards.

A green light streaked across the sky like a shooting star, its emerald hue slicing through the skull and snake imprints, like a sharp blade cutting through the Black Demon Mark. Even after slicing through the Black Demon Mark, the green light continued its momentum, shooting straight up hundreds of feet into the sky before slowly dissipating.

"Death, the repulsive taste..."

Voldemort said softly, "But I am still willing to forgive you and give you another chance, Severus, to return to my side."

"What a taste of disgust, it's the taste of fear," Snape scoffed. "Dark magic, the Killing Curse, Horcruxes, prophecy orbs... Admit it, everything you've done is out of fear of death, Dark Lord, no, perhaps I should call you Tom Riddle, nothing but a cowardly coward."

Voldemort narrowed his eyes slightly, his chilling crimson gaze standing out starkly in the darkness: "Is this your answer?"

The mist swirled silently. The Death Eaters in the back row, who had initially been watching with amusement and a cruel, mocking gaze, fell silent as the Dark Lord uttered his final question.

"..."

The sound of grass rustling and dew dripping could be heard on the silent lawn. The Dark Lord led the Death Eaters by a step, and the suspended Potions Professor shielded Harry behind him. When Snape raised his wand again, Voldemort raised his wand with even greater speed. Without casting a spell or making any incantation, he flicked his wrist and drew a green light forward.

Every duel of the legendary wizard is inspiring. Loren, hiding behind the bushes, was highly focused, even a little excited. While watching Voldemort's movements, he kept an eye on Dumbledore beside him, trying to see clearly every move he made to save people.

Somewhat strangely, Dumbledore also seemed to be glancing at him furtively.

Loren never expected that when Voldemort raised his hand to activate the Killing Curse, Dumbledore would suddenly shove a wand into his hand and then push him out.

"!!"

Loren didn't have time to think too much. He twisted his fingers and gripped the wand tightly. To everyone's astonishment, he swung it diagonally upwards and subconsciously used his most skilled Pierce Spell.

A blazing red light streaked across the night sky like a meteorite, striking the deadly curse before it could reach the target.

The hastily unleashed spell shattered the green light in its path and landed almost unimpeded on the grass beside Voldemort and in front of the Death Eater, producing a deafening explosion.

A wisp of white smoke rose from a deep pit. Some fragments of weeds, roots, and soil splashed down and were swept away by the whirlwind when they hit Voldemort. The other Death Eaters were not so quick to react, as if they had been drenched in a light drizzle of mud.

Loren wasn't splashed with mud. He summoned a whirlwind to disperse the debris, glanced at Professor Snape and Harry not far away, their eyes met, and Snape realized Dumbledore was nearby, his expression becoming even more indifferent.

Harry was stunned, not only because Loren had suddenly jumped out, but also because of the Penetrating Curse.

Years ago, when Loren broke into the octopus's lair, he also cast a piercing spell, which blasted the entire octopus colony into surrender. Back then, it required charging with the Philosopher's Stone. The spell he cast just now was only hastily unleashed, yet it shattered Voldemort's Killing Curse with almost no effect, still creating a deep crater and leaving the Death Eaters in a sorry state.

The white smoke gradually dissipated, the fog gathered again, and the open grassland revealed the figures of the crowd.

"Loren Morgan."

Voldemort's shadowy gaze swept over the bushes behind him, his face, and finally over the wand in his hand. He spoke slowly and deliberately, "As a Hogwarts student, even during the Easter holidays, leaving the castle at night is a serious violation of school rules. Didn't Dumbledore emphasize this?"

Loren bluntly stated, "I guess you want to know if Dumbledore is here?"

Voldemort chuckled softly, seemingly quite patient with him.

Loren turned his head to look at the bushes, which were empty, as were his magical vision.

"..."

He cursed inwardly, but remained outwardly calm. He withdrew his gaze, his expression placid: "Let's discuss this. I'll bring these two guys back to school for seriously violating school rules by going out at night together. I guarantee they'll be severely punished. You can pretend you never saw us tonight. What do you think?"

Voldemort chuckled, unwilling to dwell on whether Dumbledore was nearby or not, nor to speak to Loren again. He simply changed his hand position from casually holding his wand to holding it properly, the tip of the wand glowing with a ghostly green light, and shot it straight at Loren.

Loren's pupils contracted slightly. He didn't want to play a duel game of offense and defense with Voldemort. He waved his wand and his figure suddenly flickered, disappearing from the spot to avoid the Killing Curse. He reappeared to the side and then swung his wand fiercely, and flames poured out, spreading across the entire lawn.

The Death Eaters' encirclement was immediately breached, and Snape led Harry out, rushing towards the woods. The Death Eaters gave chase, and dozens of figures disappeared into the woods one after another.

Completely unconcerned, Loren's lips curled into a subtle smile as he gripped the smooth-smooth wand, its surface covered in knots, and flickered lightly in the flames, manipulating them to strike Voldemort.

Flames burst forth from the sea of ​​fire, rising hundreds of feet high and transforming into all sorts of ferocious birds and beasts that pounced and attacked with terrifying force.

A serpent with menacing scales, a falcon with wings that spread like clouds, a lion with thick limbs...

Voldemort was startled and abandoned his plan to move on the ground. He immediately swung the hem of his robe, which turned into black mist, and shot into the sky, launching a magical attack from above.

Loren, wand in hand, followed, and Flame Tongue and Flame Beast lunged at Voldemort together, their stance resembling a resolute collision.

(End of this chapter)