A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 716 It's Time to Change the Minister

Eight years of cycle, one day of bloom... releasing a brilliance so dazzling that it's almost blinding.

All the Death Eaters, including Harry, stood there dumbfounded, their minds a complete mess.

The way they looked at William was as if they were looking at an abnormal human being.

That feeling made Voldemort seem normal again.

Yes, Voldemort did have a strange appearance; he had no nose and looked like a power strip.

But so what?

A true little wizard can't even handle Peeves;

The fake little wizard shattered a terrifying hundred-meter cliff with just one spell.

A true little wizard watches the Triwizard Tournament at school;

A fake little wizard attends Voldemort's rebirth party in the graveyard;

A true little wizard, diligently preparing for the OWL exam;

The fake little wizard easily battles Voldemort!!

Let alone Voldemort and Dumbledore in their fifth year, do they even have the strength of William when they have just come of age?

Even if you were born learning magic, you couldn't possibly have such terrifying power!

From this perspective, compared to William, Voldemort, aside from his less-than-handsome appearance, was really just an "ordinary" person.

Voldemort clearly thought the same thing; he wanted to capture William and uncover his secrets.

William chuckled and pointed his wand at the shattered boulder.

The rubble broke apart, but instead of falling to the ground, it was connected to the ground by wisps of magic.

William raised his wrists and twisted his hands, and the numerous rubble that seemed about to fall apart instantly reformed, forming a stone array that looked like a large circle from a distance.

Between the rubble, countless tiny wind blades swirled wildly.

"Here you go!"

As William suddenly spread his arms wide, the mountain peak crashed down towards the Death Eaters.

The rubble fell like meteorites from the sky, and accelerated even faster by the wind blades!

The Death Eaters in the cemetery all screamed at the same time, Apparating to appear in the distance to avoid being caught in the crossfire.

Voldemort ignored the rubble and went straight for Harry.

William grabbed Harry and began to Apparate into the distance, the two changing battlefields together.

The moment his toes touched the ground, a black crossbow bolt, several meters long, was already being shot insidiously, with less than a meter between him and the arrow.

William was quite familiar with this black magic that combined speed and lethality.

Ron alone used it twice, not to mention Voldemort with his time loop.

But compared to the volcanoes, Ron's crossbow bolts were far superior in both speed and power.

William moved from touching the ground with his toes to a solid foot, and kicked Harry in the chest with his other foot, moving him from an obstructive spot to a safe position.

Standing at the forefront, William made no attempt to dodge, bringing his right hand together with two fingers and pushing forward on his wand.

The swiftly moving crossbow bolt abruptly stopped half a meter away, exploding with a deafening roar before its tip turned into a puff of mist and vanished into nothingness.

The tip of the crossbow bolt, like a lit firecracker, gradually turned into dust, with continuous, resounding explosions.

The crossbow bolts, which were several meters long, were severely damaged and shortened at a visible rate, and soon most of them were used up.

William remained motionless, as if patiently polishing himself, unwilling to be passively attacked any longer.

He stepped forward with his back foot, brandishing his wand and whispering, "Darklight Bolt!"

Black mist emerged from the tip of the wand, emanating a dangerous aura.

The black mist transformed into a crossbow bolt several meters long and shot out suddenly.

Two identical crossbow bolts collided and crushed each other, creating new "arrow tips".

Black smoke began to shoot out in all directions, creating a spectacular scene.

"Stark, you actually used the dark magic I invented to attack me?" Voldemort's eyes were bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth.

"This is a spell I invented when I was in school, and I've never taught it to anyone else!"

Who taught you that?

"Of course, you taught me this. You just used it once, and I learned it after watching it once," William laughed arrogantly.

Voldemort's eyes were dark as he stared intently at William, trying to discern whether he was lying.

Can you really learn it after just watching it once?

No, impossible! Even he couldn't possess such a terrifying ability!

But... it seems that only this reason can explain the abnormal increase in Stark's strength.

"Stark, I can see your thirst for power. We're actually the same kind of people."

Voldemort said, "I can teach you things that you can't learn from other wizards, magic that even Dumbledore doesn't know."

You must have already witnessed my prowess; I have gone further than anyone else on the path of conquering death.

I have also advanced the art of magic to an unprecedented level.

William scoffed, wanting to say: "Sorry, I've been studying with you for eight years."

"Don't rush to refuse," Voldemort continued to tempt:

"Dark magic holds the key to power, but it has been neglected by the world for a long time and shrouded in the shadow of prejudice."

Wizards who devoted themselves to the study of dark magic were considered insane.

But I know a great deal, and this is not for those dullards, but for geniuses like us.

Voldemort said softly, "I can help you avoid many detours on your path to power..."

Voldemort certainly had no good intentions.

Excessive study of dark magic will inevitably lead to descent into darkness, because much of it is driven by dark emotions.

Becoming overly obsessed with black magic can lead to increasingly severe negative emotions, causing one to become violent or even cruel.

Moreover, while black magic can unleash enormous energy, unskilled practitioners may risk physical damage or even complete annihilation.

Just look at Voldemort's appearance and you'll know.

When he was young, he was a handsome young man known throughout the surrounding area!

Voldemort clearly saw William as a young wizard who desperately craved power.

Just like he was when he was young.

These young wizards are most prone to falling into the pursuit of power, sometimes requiring only a little temptation.

He hoped William would study dark magic, and that once he fell into darkness, he would inevitably part ways with Dumbledore.

But William was no young man; the way he looked at Voldemort was more like he was looking at a fool.

Perhaps because he didn't see the expected desire on William's face, Voldemort became somewhat embarrassed and angry.

He reached out and grabbed, casting a spell without a staff, unleashing a purple light heavy with killing intent.

William clicked his tongue a few times, stretched out his arm and shattered the spell, while at the same time he pushed his wand forward swiftly, and two beams of light crossed and arrived.

Voldemort's body suddenly levitated, and with a gentle tap of his wand, his body spun like a top, deftly dodging the vicious curse brimming with immense magical power.

Another round of battle ensued. In just over ten minutes, when the two were a hundred meters apart, spells flew about wildly, and dozens of crisscrossing trenches appeared, leaving the Death Eaters dumbfounded.

Stark actually withstood wave after wave of attacks from the Dark Lord, and it seemed like they were even going to fight back!

They were utterly shocked, but after exchanging bewildered glances, they wisely refrained from stepping forward to help.

This is a battle they can't interfere with; they should just watch and cheer from the sidelines.

Hmm... I'm approaching this with a learning attitude.

Voldemort suddenly turned his head and looked up at the sky, where he saw a flame rising in mid-air, like a firework exploding.

"Oh, your reinforcements have arrived?" he said with a cold look and a disdainful tone.

William frowned slightly.

Reinforcements have indeed arrived, but this is not what was planned.

His plan was to wipe out all the Death Eaters in one fell swoop.

William himself should hold Voldemort back, while the Aurors quietly appear and then launch a surprise attack on the Death Eaters.

Capturing the Death Eaters would delay Voldemort's resurgence.

But now... the reinforcements are making a huge move, as if they're afraid others won't know.

Sure enough, the Death Eaters all thought that the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic had arrived, and they all Apparated and ran faster than the reporters.

Voldemort's eyes were filled with complex emotions, and he was also preparing to leave.

He said in a hoarse voice, "I will come back, Stark!"

When I return, death... will also come.

Another green light shot out as the Killing Curse was aimed at Harry. William easily blocked it and did not pursue.

He suddenly turned around and looked into the distance.

A moment later, only Sirius Black and Tonks appeared.

Tonks walked over slowly, a wry smile on his face, and said, "William, I'm sorry... I messed up your plan."

Minister Fudge... said it was fake news and forbade the Aurors from coming here!

William nodded slowly, and after a moment's thought, he roughly understood what was going on.

He ran his fingers along the hilt of his sword, glanced up at the sky, and said softly:

"It was my oversight; it seems we should replace the minister."

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