Days at Hogwarts

Chapter 701 Me? Fighting Voldemort!

The green light and flames collided, like a grand firework exploding in the night sky.

The green light was a deadly curse cast by the most powerful dark wizard in history, while the flames were derived from the Fiendfire enhanced by the ancient wand. When the two magical forces collided, space seemed to freeze for a moment, before surging forth in a chaotic storm.

Before the flaming lions lagging behind could even get close, it had already been crushed into countless tiny sparks of light. The dazzling light illuminated the sky, dimming the stars and moon hanging in the clouds.

Beneath him were dazzling magical fireworks, and the shockwave from the collision spread out in spheres. Voldemort's figure froze in mid-air. Instead of falling, he immediately waved his wand and flew away, creating some distance to wait for the aftershocks to dissipate.

"Loren Morgan, although you are still a student who has not yet graduated, we are already old friends. You have ruined my plans and destroyed my Horcruxes many times, but I have never blamed you, never dealt with you, and even if you wanted Wormtail's life, I would not hesitate to send my loyal servant to you. We have no reason to be enemies."

"Dumbledore is old, and he can no longer resist my magic, so he gave you the Elder Wand, intending to use you against me..."

"I cherish your talent more than Dumbledore does, and I respect your will more than Dumbledore does. If we join forces, we will completely conquer death, conquer the whole world, and all the mysteries of magic will be revealed to us."

Loren, hovering in the air, also waiting for the magical storm to subside, responded loudly, "Then could you show a little more sincerity and tell me about the living Horcrux?"

"..."

Voldemort's gaze was cold and menacing. He lowered his wrist, the tip of his staff pointing at the approaching Loren, and almost instinctively muttered the incantation: "Avada Kedavra."

A chilling magical power surged forth like a torrent, and the snakewood wand, infused with it, emitted a hoarse and mournful hiss.

The green light burst forth again, and the deadly curse, which had been poised to strike, did not shoot out directly. Instead, it paused for a moment, like a venomous snake leaning back before biting, tensing all its muscles before suddenly leaping out!

A cold, eerie green light streaked across the night sky, the sound of it tearing through the air sharp and piercing.

Staring at that deadly curse, I vaguely felt that the curse was exuding sharp, venomous fangs like a serpent. Seeing it from afar was like being bitten by a venomous snake, causing a slight pain to the skin and making the hairs on the ground stand on end.

A gentle evening breeze lifted Loren to meet it, his movements light and agile. The modified levitation spell, enhanced by the ancient wand in his hand, seemed to truly transform into a flight spell from ancient magic. The wand flashed, space trembled, and it flickered silently before the deadly green light reached him—

Voldemort floated leisurely in mid-air, gently tapping his wand. The thick, solid Killing Curse in front of him, resembling a giant python, suddenly exploded, shattering into hundreds of thin, snake-like Killing Curses. Like spring rain, they fell, covering the entire area where Loren's figure had disappeared, overwhelming and comprehensive.

The brain can still think even when detached from the body, and spells can still be controlled to some extent even when detached from the wand. This variation of the Killing Curse is a technique that Voldemort discovered a few months ago when he broke into the Ministry of Magic, immersed himself in the Department of Mysteries, and observed the brain swimming in the jar.

According to his initial plan, Dumbledore should have been the first to witness this skill. However, Loren Morgan's growth rate exceeded his expectations, and the pressure brought by the combination of that strange Fiendfire and that strange wand even slightly surpassed that of Dumbledore.

In battle, using Apparition often makes it difficult to maintain distance while ensuring casting speed, so it can only be used for short-range emergency teleportation to avoid some single-target spells. Now, the entire area is under the influence of the Killing Curse.

"The Sage's Stone, Death's Old Man's Wand..."

Voldemort's eyes widened as he stared intently at the area shrouded by hundreds of Killing Curses, a cruel and greedy grin curling at the corner of his mouth.

Little did he know that Loren had also gained something from the Department of Mysteries at the Ministry of Magic. His spatial magic, combined with the Apparitions activated by the Elder Wand, allowed him to teleport far beyond his expectations.

The sound of the air exploding was short and muffled. When Loren reappeared, he was already above Voldemort. Using the air as leverage, he twisted and flipped, pouring all his magic power into the Elder Wand. How to describe this feeling? It was as if a raging river had risen to the sea. With Loren's profound control over magic, he was showing signs of losing control.

The intense red light suddenly surged!

The uncontrolled high-pressure magic on the periphery floated with lightning-like arcs of light, and the crackling sound of the air tearing apart was as dense as the chirping of countless birds. The center point where the magic was gathered was excessively concentrated and appeared as a dazzling white. Voldemort looked up and stared straight at it. The dazzling light made his snake pupils shrink into a thin line. The white light burned a deep purple-black hole in his vision.

"【Thunderbolt Penetration】"

A crimson-white beam of light suddenly descended.

Accompanied by a sharp, piercing whistling sound, a thick rainbow beam pierced the night sky from above and disappeared into the spacious flat ground of the abandoned amusement park, followed by a deafening roar as the earth cracked open.

The entire area experienced significant tremors, and even more alarmingly, a bottomless hole appeared in the ground.

Loren landed back on the ground, still feeling some residual warmth. The surroundings were a mess; the lawns and shrubs had long been burned to ashes by the flames, the ground was charred and clumped together, and there was even still-warm lava in the areas affected by the flames.

The molten rock and soil on the side walls of the cave entrance gradually cooled down, turning into hard, gray-black stones, emitting wisps of smoke. The black and white mixture eventually merged into a gray haze. Several cracks, gradually tapering from thick to thin, radiated from the edge of the pit, lying across the ground like torn wounds.

Loren glanced inside; it was pitch black, and he didn't detect any magic. He watched and waited for a while, and the world gradually quieted down.

Footsteps sounded beside him, and Dumbledore approached, stroking his beard with a smile in his eyes: "Stop looking. Voldemort's silver shield held up for a moment under your Piercing Charm, and he took the opportunity to escape."

"He was under the influence of a powerful spell that caused him to appear in a phantom form, and it was a long-distance attack. Even if he doesn't die, he will be seriously injured."

Loren clicked his tongue, quite pleased with himself, but just as he was about to show off, he suddenly stopped. He realized something was wrong, looked up with a surprised expression, and asked, "Why didn't you go help Harry and the others?"

"Hmm..." Dumbledore paused for a moment, then explained seriously, "I think this duel is more dangerous and requires the professor's attention even more."

The reasons are sufficient, just, and very persuasive.

"hiss!"

Loren gasped.

Two people have been fighting off dozens of Death Eaters for so long, are Professor Snape and Harry going to die?

Looking up at the composed old headmaster, Loren felt a sense of unease. It seemed that nothing was wrong, otherwise he wouldn't be so calm.

"Naive, he's over a hundred years old..."

Loren shook his head, waved his wand, and unleashed a barrage of Transfiguration spells.

The ravaged ground surged like a lake, cracks closed, deep holes collapsed, rocks sank into the ground, soil turned to the surface, and the remaining grass began to spread further away.

A vibrant and lively scene.

(End of this chapter)