Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 257, Page 255: A Single Cut in Two, the Ruyi Divine Sword

Even with such power, which could instantly turn an ordinary person into a superhuman, Bravestard was not Dudley's most satisfying creation.

He still has an even stronger trump card up his sleeve.

Unfortunately, it seems it's no longer of any use.

The main problem is that these wizards are too weak. They may look numerous and intimidating, but their actual combat effectiveness is very poor.

Not only do they lack powerful spells, but they also have few capable fighters.

Even if we replace Dudley with Sirius Black, who hasn't touched a wand in twelve years, he could still take on five of these wizards at once.

After several collisions, a large number of wizards fell down.

No, not Death Eaters.

Dudley thought to himself.

Even the worst Death Eaters are wizards on par with Aurors, and most of them are imprisoned in Azkaban. The remaining Death Eaters hold high positions and would never dare to cause trouble like they do now.

Then there's only one possibility.

Dali squinted.

These are all cannon fodder.

A feint.

Their real target wasn't Harry.

"The remains have reappeared!"

As if to confirm his words, a cold sound cut through the distant woods, causing the temperature of the surrounding air to drop considerably.

From the darkness, a huge, shimmering green thing emerged, leaping up to the treetops and soaring into the sky.

The sky was dyed green.

That was a gigantic skull composed of countless emerald green star-like things, with a large snake emerging from its mouth, like a tongue sticking out of the skull.

The emerald green light, set against the dark night sky, resembled a new constellation.

At that moment, all the wizards outside stared blankly at the sky, at the mark, and the terrifying memories they had almost forgotten surged back into their minds.

Even among the wizards, many cried out in terror.

More than a decade ago, during Voldemort's most powerful period, Death Eaters would leave a mark after committing evil deeds.

It's the symbol above the head that's a skull spitting out a snake.

The Mark of the Dark Lord.

And now, just a single marker can once again bring panic to the entire wizarding world.

The mark of the Dark Lord is not just a simple mark; it also represents Voldemort himself.

It wants the world to announce that it has returned.

The wizards, who had been gathered together, scattered and fled the moment the mark of the Dark Lord appeared, as if they had seen something extremely terrifying.

It should be noted that this group of "rabble" that Dudley called them were completely unfazed by Harry and Neville's seven attacks, and even tried to fight back, but were terrified by the mark of the Dark Lord.

This time, even the wizards who were originally hiding in their tents could not remain still when they saw the dark magic mark above their heads.

At that moment, the wizards finally remembered the fear they had once felt under Voldemort's control.

Cries, shouts, and screams echoed through the sky, making the entire camp even more chaotic. Wizards hurriedly ran out of their tents, using all their skills, whether it was the key to the door or using Apparition, they were trying every possible way to escape from this place.

Voldemort's terror and influence were not limited to England alone.

The story just happens to take place in England.

An existence that could terrify 100,000 wizards, causing them to flee in panic, an existence that could silence the entire European wizarding world for twelve years with just one name, an existence that even dared not discuss in private, is definitely not a simple character.

Of course, some wizards did not leave.

The mastermind behind summoning the Black Mark, a wizard lurking in the forest, revealed a cold smile.

"The Dark Lord will be back soon!"

"You're finished, hahaha!"

He turned to leave, having completed his mission there.

"They'll all be petrified!"

A spell flew towards him and struck the arrogant wizard, who fell straight to the ground.

Carlo arrived with a group of wizards.

"Where is our Minister of Magic, Fudge?" Dudley looked around and said, "Now is the time for him to step in."

"Ever since that thing appeared in the sky, he's disappeared somewhere," Carlo said, pointing to the pattern in the sky.

He said this with a tone full of disdain.

However, when looking at the green pattern in the sky, although he didn't say it, a slight flutter of excitement couldn't help but pass through his heart.

They all grew up listening to stories about Voldemort.

The only ones who weren't truly afraid of him were Harry and Dudley.

Looking up at the enormous pattern, Dali knew he couldn't let such a good opportunity to gain reputation slip by.

"What are you afraid of? He's just a wretched old man clinging to life."

The Dark Mark is not simply a Dark Mark.

Its incantation is called "Reappearance of Bones".

Judging from the name alone, no matter how you look at it, you wouldn't think it's a proper curse.

Actually, this spell is a form of dark magic.

Once this spell is successfully cast, it cannot be easily undoed.

The Ministry of Magic once spent a great deal of effort dealing with a dark magic mark.

Its effect is to cast a fear aura on all creatures within its range.

Voldemort's arrival was accompanied by the birth of the Dark Mark. The appearance of the Dark Mark brought more fear, and this fear deepened people's impression of Voldemort.

This perfect closed loop, over time, made Voldemort a taboo in the minds of wizards.

"Then," Dudley pointed his wand at the skull in the sky.

"It's no use." Even though his body was under the petrification curse, the wizard still shouted, his tone full of provocation: "You have no choice but to wait for it to fade away naturally."

"The curse bestowed by the Dark Lord cannot be broken!"

His excited expression and ecstatic joy were just like that of a Zionist fanatic.

Like a typical Death Eater.

Besides those lifeless eyes

Dudley knew how difficult it would be to remove the Black Magic Mark from the air; even with his current level of magic, removing it in a short time would not be an easy task.

"But Dursley loves to slap the faces of those who think they know everything."

If magic is too difficult, then let's use other methods.

Dudley gently waved his wand.

A gigantic sword appeared in the sky, its design vaguely resembling the swords of Gryffindor. Golden light illuminated half the sky, as warm and bright as the rising sun, filling people with strength and making the green light of the Dark Mark no longer eerie.

"Is that so? How about trying out my Ruyi Divine Sword?"

As he spoke, Dudley waved his wand.

The wizards who were fleeing or planning to flee all stopped in their tracks and looked up at the sky, awaiting the final outcome.

"It's useless."

The wizard's laughter abruptly ceased the moment the sword struck.

(End of this chapter)