Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 420, Question 414: How many Soul Hall elders did this person eat?

"Unbelievable, unbelievable! This is the Fudge they called trash? He's so powerful!"

The Death Eaters' voices were filled with surprise.

The two fought fiercely, making it impossible for ordinary people to get close. Death Eaters, let alone help, would easily be caught in their magic and be reduced to ashes.

Their battles are on a completely different level from ours.

It was as if two Gold Saints were fighting, while they were just Sanctuary grunts cheering from the sidelines.

"We must help our master."

The Death Eater Gibbon muttered to himself.

However, he had barely finished speaking when he was met with strong opposition from Bella, a fanatic: "The master doesn't need your help. If you dare to make a move on your own, I will kill you first."

The fierce look in Bella's eyes was no joke.

Just as the Death Eaters were arguing about whether to support Voldemort, the battle between Voldemort and Fudge was nearing its end.

Fudge's wand was broken in two, while Voldemort still held his yew wand.

The outcome seems to be decided.

"Hahaha, Master is the strongest."

Bella immediately let out a shrill, unpleasant laugh, and with her lead, the other Death Eaters followed suit.

Voldemort pointed his wand at Fudge and laughed along.

He was the better one.

"What a pity, this wand isn't very compatible with me."

Fudge glanced regretfully at the wand that was now only half-broken in his hand, and casually tossed it away.

This wand belongs to Fudge himself. In Ollivander's words, the wand chooses its owner, but this "Fudge" is not very compatible with it. His own wand was lost decades ago.

Otherwise, they would still have a chance to fight Voldemort.

"Your strength is quite impressive, far surpassing my bunch of useless servants. It's a pity you're about to die."

Voldemort was not in a hurry to kill his opponent, but spoke in the manner of a victor.

He enjoyed the feeling of victory. If the opponent could grovel at his feet and wail in supplication, then whether he killed him or subjugated him would be the perfect outcome.

"I roughly understand where your limits are."

Despite losing, 'Fuji' showed no panic or fear on his face; instead, he wore a smile of accomplishment.

He didn't come here to defeat Voldemort.

Fudge's words made Voldemort feel uneasy, so he stopped interrupting the game of "cat and mouse" and the dark green light illuminated the entire thicket.

"Avada Kedavra, eating a giant melon!"

Fearing further complications, Voldemort, without giving his opponent a chance to speak, decisively and ruthlessly killed him.

Avada has no anti-curse, so it can only use a spell to resist the curse, but the opponent doesn't even have a wand, so what can it use to resist?

The only outcome is death.

However, nothing in this world is absolute.

The next second, his pupils contracted sharply, and that incredibly familiar yet hated black sphere appeared in front of 'Fudge,' blocking the deadly dark green light.

Cockroach balls!

However, "Fudge" summons not only cockroaches, but also many other similar crustacean creatures.

"This spell is really effective."

"Fudge" said with emotion, the tip of his right index finger gleaming.

This is why Voldemort chose to find the bushes; there are a lot of insects there.

"Spellcasting without a staff!"

Voldemort snorted coldly, a flash of fire appeared at the tip of his wand, and the cockroach ball turned to ashes in an instant.

Having failed to break this curse several times, Voldemort has found a way to do so.

The goal is to destroy the ball as quickly as possible upon its appearance.

"You think you can escape?" The Death Eaters surrounded them with ill intent.

Wandless spellcasting is a very advanced spellcasting technique, but the difference between having a wand and not having one is huge. Under normal circumstances, being able to exert 50% of one's own power is already very rare, and being able to exert 60% is extremely rare.

Even with a wand, he was no match for me; now that I'm gone...

"May I borrow your wand?" Fudge casually grabbed a Death Eater's wand, which had vanished from the eater's hand and was now in his own.

Okay, now we have a wand again.

A bunch of idiots who are good for nothing but causing trouble.

Voldemort thought to himself with annoyance.

"Even if you get the wand, it won't help; you're already surrounded."

A wand that isn't one's own can only unleash limited power. A wand is to a wizard what a Gundam is to a pilot. If you don't believe me, try having Amuro pilot a different one, or have Athrun pilot a Zaku. The abilities he can unleash will be greatly reduced.

"No, you're the ones who are already surrounded."

A strange smile appeared on 'Fuji's' face.

His words drew laughter from the Death Eaters around him.

"Hehehehehe. Are you crazy? Just you alone?"

To be able to utter such an unpleasant laugh, one wonders how many Soul Hall elders the other party has consumed.

"I think Minister Fouché was referring to us."

The sudden interruption of the unfamiliar voice brought the Death Eaters' laughter to an abrupt halt.

Countless figures could be seen moving among the trees. Before they knew it, countless Aurors had crept up to the vicinity and surrounded them.

They appeared as if divine soldiers had descended from the heavens.

The leader's actions further fueled Voldemort's rage.

It's Dumbledore again.

Clearly, this is a trap, a trap set for him.

Voldemort clenched his teeth so tightly he felt like he was going to break his molars.

It's already a struggle to defeat Fudge, let alone Dumbledore.

Even someone as arrogant as Voldemort didn't think he could win.

If that old bastard Dumbledore was cursed, he should have just stayed at Hogwarts and waited to die. Why did he have to keep coming back to antagonize me? I should have used the instant-death curse.

Voldemort swept his sinister gaze around at the approaching Aurors. There were far too many Aurors, an abnormal number. Unless the Ministry of Magic expanded its enrollment, there would never be so many wizards.

"The batter is here too."

Dolokhov, the most knowledgeable of the Death Eaters, said in a deep voice, recognizing the identities of several of them.

The fact that the strife fighters, who are responsible for arresting wizard criminals, have also joined the hunt for Death Eaters is undoubtedly a very bad sign.

The Ministry of Magic is almost a monolithic entity; otherwise, the two divisions of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement wouldn't have been mobilized simultaneously.

Voldemort led the Death Eaters on one side, while Dumbledore and Fudge led the Aurors on the other, with strikers lying in ambush in the surrounding bushes.

For a moment, both sides fell into an eerie silence.

"Tom, get out of here."

"Dumbledore said in a deep voice."

Now is not the time for the final battle.

(End of this chapter)