A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 1106 Magic Animagus

Voldemort found it hard to believe that one day he would be stabbed in the back with a sword during a battle.

This kind of humiliation is like being shot by a Muggle and then mocked:

"Damn, you're a total weakling!"

What he found even more incomprehensible was that the culprit behind this outcome was the Elder Wand.

This old wand, which was supposed to be "invincible," shattered like a defective product, unable to withstand the immense magical power.

Is this the Elder Wand or a rolling pin?!

Blood trickled from the corner of Voldemort's mouth. He raised his arm, touched the tip of the sword with his fingers, and forcefully forced the blade out of his body.

He quickly transformed into a cloud of black mist, and only when he landed in the distance did he coldly gaze at the person who had stabbed him in the back.

Dumbledore stood still and did not make any further moves.

In fact, if Voldemort had been more ruthless, that sword strike would have ripped his heart apart, and he would be dead by now.

Wizards' bodies are just as fragile as Muggles'; even with Voldemort's magical modifications, they cannot withstand an attack that cuts them in half.

But the Horcruxes haven't been destroyed yet, so we can't kill Voldemort now.

Therefore, despite planning for so long and creating such an excellent opportunity with a fake wand... Dumbledore only seriously injured his opponent before cautiously stopping.

He never imagined that one day he would need to think about how to be gentler and not let Voldemort die so quickly.

Life is truly unpredictable.

The Dark Lord, covered in blood, spoke in a hoarse voice:

"Dumbledore, what are you doing here?!"

"Where should I be?" Dumbledore pressed his hands on the hilt of his sword, looked up at Voldemort, and his hair fluttered gently at his temples.

Was he being hunted down by Grindelwald's students, or was he critically injured and on the verge of death?

Voldemort's eyes were bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth. As intelligent as he was, he had already sensed the problem.

"This is a scam?!"

"Yes, you're not too stupid, Tom." William smiled, his sarcasm palpable.

"The Grindelwald you will meet is me, his student is me, and even Karkaroff is Sirius Black in disguise."

And the Grindelwald you killed not long ago was Karkaroff who had taken Compound Potions... and I controlled him with the Imperius Curse.

"It's retribution that this traitor was killed by his old master."

"They're all veteran actors anyway," William said with a smirk.

"I put on this whole show just for you, and as your only audience member, you must be very happy, right?"

"That Elder Wand..."

"It's fake too," William said, clapping his hands and laughing triumphantly.

"Speaking of this fake wand, it was the most exciting part of the whole process."

"After you captured Ollivander, I knew you were looking for the Elder Wand, so I had Gregorovich make you a fake one."

It feels pretty good, doesn't it?

Voldemort felt like vomiting blood.

What infuriates him most is that he still can't believe it's a scam.

Because it's just so damn real!

But the Elder Wand, and Dumbledore unharmed... all indicate that he really was deceived!!

This emotional outburst reopened the wound.

Voldemort spat out a mouthful of blood and looked down at his chest.

His body had been modified, giving him a much stronger recovery ability than ordinary people, but instead of stopping the bleeding, the wound began to turn black.

"poisonous!"

This is normal; in order to destroy the Horcrux, the Gryffindor sword was coated with basilisk venom a long time ago.

If a sword were plunged into Voldemort's chest like that, wouldn't he be poisoned?

But Voldemort was in pain; when he resurrected, William slashed him with a poisoned sword.

Snape took more than a year to recover, but unexpectedly, he was back to his old ways not long after he recovered!

Voldemort knew that this body was unusable and wouldn't last much longer before he was likely to "die."

He has a Horcrux; if he finds the Wormtail, he can be resurrected soon.

The only regret is that after being resurrected, Potter's life essence was no longer in his body.

But it doesn't matter anymore, Potter is dead, Voldemort doesn't need Lily's protection magic anymore.

It's the same whether you use someone else's blood.

After a moment's thought, Voldemort decided to make the most of this body.

He wanted to fight desperately before "death" to take one down.

That way you won't lose out.

The Dark Lord suddenly laughed.

"Dumbledore, do you remember that year when I went to you, wanting to get the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?"

I told you then that I had conducted experiments and had pushed magic into unprecedented territory.

"It is some kind of magic," Dumbledore calmly corrected him, "and even today, my assessment remains unchanged."

In other areas of magic, you remain as ignorant as ever.

"Let's settle this today and see who's more ignorant. I'll show you just how far I've pushed the limits of wizardry over the years!"

Voldemort tilted his head back and let out a beastly roar that pierced the eardrums, causing the ground to tremble and kicking up countless specks of dust.

Boom boom boom!

The sound of his heart pounding inside him was so loud and clear, like a drumbeat, that even William could hear it.

But William seemed to hear two hearts beating.

This is... Animagus?

Two hearts only appear when transforming into Animagus.

Voldemort inserted his five fingers into the hook and plunged it into the bleeding chest, pulling both hearts out of the chest cavity at the same time.

One is a human heart, and the other is an animal heart.

Voldemort's eyes were bloodshot, and he was covered in blood. He held his heart in one hand and looked at William and Dumbledore.

This dark demon, who resembled a god of war, showed no emotion as he said:

"Animagus can only transform into animals, not into more powerful magical creatures."

Because the magic of wizards and the magic of magical creatures are fundamentally different in their operation.

If forcibly transformed, they will lose their reason and ultimately become like the Blood Curse Orcs afflicted by the Blood Curse, forever reduced to beasts.

Voldemort was right; many Transfiguration masters, after their first Animagus transformation, were in magical creature form.

This forced the termination of further transformations.

This is also one of the reasons for limiting the number of Animagus.

Throughout the history of magic, there have been wizards who attempted to forcibly transform into magical creatures, but all of them failed and ended up as animals.

This thorny problem, which has puzzled wizards for thousands of years, was even listed as one of the Millennium Prize Problems by Transfiguration Today, and is also known as one of the Seven Great Magical Problems of the World.

Any wizard who solves the problem, once it is published in a magic journal and after a two-year verification period, will be awarded a prize of one million Galleons.

"As the greatest wizard of the past millennium, I have solved this problem!"

Voldemort announced loudly, raising his wand to his heart: "Amador, Animus, Animado, Animagus!"

The heart rapidly turned from bright red to bluish-purple, but then faded at a speed almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

boom!

Blood mist filled the air.

Voldemort detonated his inner magic, and countless threads of blood, soaking his clothes, burst forth, scattered yet orderly, eventually coalescing into nine thumb-thick scarlet snakes.

It slithered endlessly in the air, like a vicious python flicking its tongue, ready to devour anyone it could.

Each splatter of blood was gathered together by the nine writhing snakes, causing the snakes' bodies to gradually grow larger.

William raised his wand, trying to stop Voldemort from transforming.

But when the curse struck him, the Dark Lord neither dodged nor avoided it.

When Voldemort was covered in blood and gore, with nine red snakes coiled around his body, he spread his arms, slightly bent his knees, and let out a roar towards the sky, filled with boundless excitement:

"Magic: Animagus!"

The Dark Lord disappeared, transforming into a gigantic magical creature, roughly the size of a fire dragon, but with nine snake heads.

William gazed at the enormous figure and murmured, "Hydra... Hydra!"

The Hydra, a magical creature unique to Greece, is as famous as the Chimera and the Harpy.

Dangerous and deadly.

As a being transformed from the Animagus, a wizard, it is even more terrifying.

Voldemort hissed towards the sky, and a snake's head spat out saliva, which fell to the ground.

The toxic liquid, highly corrosive, melted a large hole in the ground and emitted a faint, pungent odor.

There was also a snake, its head crackling with sparks and electricity, its sound piercing the eardrums.

Does each snake head possess a unique ability?

Suddenly, a beam of blue light, as thick as a tree trunk, shot out from the mouth of a snake's head and hurtled straight towards them.

William stood at the front, and the spell seemed to linger slightly three meters away from him.

Another thin but extremely long beam of light appeared, stretching from north to south, resembling the magnificent power of a dozen wizards attacking together.

Caught off guard, William was violently knocked backward and sent flying, his body tumbling through the air.

The curse stretched out in layers, like the tail of a comet, until the light slowly dissipated more than ten meters away.

The third beam of light struck Dumbledore on the head.

Dumbledore raised his hand and waved his wand. The beam of light landed half a meter in front of him, but it struck an insurmountable, invisible minefield, splashing up a large ball of sparks and lightning, the sound piercing his eardrums.

But the ground beneath him suddenly caved in, filling the air with dust, making it impossible to see Dumbledore's figure at all.

The nine snake heads came together, and they simultaneously spat out incantations, which converged into a thick beam of light.

It cuts horizontally like a knife.

The massive castle of Hogwarts, containing many protective charms, was instantly cut in half!

Suddenly, the earth shook violently.

William jumped out of the rubble, coughing a few times in a disheveled state.

This ultimate magic is truly powerful; it is no wonder that it was created by Animagus, a magic that solved a problem that has lasted for thousands of years.

William never expected that Voldemort had a trick up his sleeve that he had never shown in the time loop.

After a moment, Dumbledore also emerged from the giant pit. He was slightly injured, but not too seriously.

This couldn't go on. The two of them had to fight Voldemort while also suppressing their strength to ensure he didn't die.

We can't afford to be so passive!

William looked at Dumbledore, whose Gryffindor sword had suddenly vanished into thin air.

It was as if someone had summoned them away.

William was excited.

Voldemort... can finally die.

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(End of this chapter)