A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 846 The Invisible Blade, the Most Deadly!

Over the course of so many years of time loops, William not only learned from Voldemort and Dumbledore, but he also studied professors like Snape.

This "not letting go" doesn't just refer to skills like potions, but also includes self-created magic.

Dumbledore was a highly respected and accomplished artist, while Voldemort specialized in dark and SM themes.

Snape was neither virtuous nor dark, but he possessed an unparalleled talent for inventing dark magic... truly deserving of the title of exceptionally gifted.

Many of the magic spells he created were considered incredibly ingenious even by William.

William not only knows how to use it, but he can also make it incredibly versatile.

For example... Divine Sharpness Without a Shadow!

William performed a fancy sword flourish, sheathed the fairy sword, and a magic wand appeared in his left hand.

Hold the cane with both hands.

In an instant, magic surged forth.

The seemingly insignificant downpour over the entire island exploded with a bang before it even hit the ground.

Voldemort's continued lightning strikes were instantly shattered as if struck by an invisible blade.

The invisible blade is the most deadly!

This is the secret to Snape's unparalleled brilliance.

What the eye can see and what the spell can do are the manifestations of this black magic reaching its peak.

As William waved his hands, ripples spread out all around, varying in height, like countless pebbles hitting a calm lake.

That was a wondrous sight of rain being struck by a divine, invisible blade.

A moment later,

The ripples finally disappeared!

It wasn't that the torrential rain stopped, but rather that countless invisible divine blades appeared, like a giant umbrella, keeping the rain out.

If someone were to look down from high above, they would see an extremely bizarre scene:

High in the sky, the rain continued to fall rapidly, while a hundred meters away, it seemed as if a barrier was enveloping everything, separating the inside from the outside!

Without the interference of rain, Shenfeng Wuying became completely "traceless and invisible," making its attack trajectory completely undetectable.

Voldemort suddenly turned his head, and at the same time, an invisible attack grazed his cheek.

If the Dark Lord had a nose, this attack might have severed it, but unfortunately he didn't... All we could see was a wound appearing out of thin air on his face, oozing a trickle of black blood.

So-called black magic... is not just about sharpness, but also about sustained, severe injury.

Voldemort, his figure resembling a bat, his robes billowing, flew backward.

Another wave of attacks swept swiftly across his chest, tearing off strips of his black robe.

The Dark Lord was quick to escape, but the imposing triangular building in Azkaban wasn't so lucky.

Countless deep grooves were blasted into the wall, and the long black robe that had not yet hit the ground was almost instantly crushed into dust.

William narrowed his eyes, held the wand, and twisted it rapidly with both hands.

Countless divine blades appeared without a trace, forming an invisible cage from which Voldemort had nowhere to hide.

The Dark Lord gave a sinister smile, stomped his bare feet on the ground, and the soil was all kicked up, forming a billowing mud curtain that clashed with the cascading attack.

William held his wands facing each other.

He read aloud softly:

"break!"

The divine blade tore through the soil, about to dismember Voldemort, when the Dark Lord, his face grim, silently flicked his wrist, turning into a cloud of black mist.

The cage formed by the Divine Strike Without Shadow struck the black mist, and countless venomous snakes slithered out, like a raging python.

They scattered and fled, hissing menacingly as they did so.

The Dark Lord has disappeared.

William's eyes darted around, seemingly searching for Voldemort.

A venomous snake, which had slithered into a corner, opened its mouth without warning and sinisterly spat out a beam of green light.

"Avada Kedavra!"

William didn't turn around; he simply touched the ground with his toes and leaped away to avoid the death curse.

In the distance, another venomous snake opened its mouth and, from a completely opposite angle, unleashed a second death curse with lightning speed.

William, suspended in mid-air, calmly spun his wand. Where the tip of the wand pointed, a venomous snake swelled several meters in size, stood upright, and blocked his path.

The third death curse was about to strike when William transformed into a sea eagle, spread his wings, and flew into the air, dodging the attack.

This is the danger of this dark magic.

Voldemort conjured countless venomous snakes, which he could freely roam and possess, constantly unleashing killing curses.

Not only was it sudden and unexpected, but its speed was so fast that it could even cause a terrifying effect of countless death curses being launched at once.

In places where phantoms cannot appear, it is even more difficult to hide.

During the time loop, William died more than three hundred times from this dark magic.

It can be described as insidious and vicious.

Therefore, the Dark Lord must be killed, and killed as soon as possible.

If Voldemort develops new dark magic, William might fall victim to it.

Most of the time, he still relies on his combat experience based on time cycles to barely avoid defeat.

The Dark Lord's power is evident!

William raised a hand, his index finger twirling slightly, and countless golden arrows flashed by, tracing delicate paths through the air.

Like a torrential rain of pear blossoms, it pinned the black snakes to the ground.

The black mist reappeared, forming the figure of Voldemort.

He was also puzzled as to why Stark could always quickly counter his invincible killing moves.

Even Dumbledore couldn't possibly handle this with such ease, could he?!

Therefore, Stark must be killed, and killed as soon as possible!

He's already this amazing at seventeen. If he's given two more years to grow, what chance do I have?!

The Dark Lord glanced at his right hand, and his anger surged again.

The intense battle caused the poison in his arm to continue to spread!

If this continues, I'm afraid I won't last more than six months before I have to be "reborn" again.

But I can't bear to part with Potter's aunt's blood!

That useless Snape couldn't even make the antidote, so he sent you to steal it. You've been stealing it for half a year, and there's still no news.

I'll cause you trouble when I get back!

William was unaware that, because of him, his beloved teacher, Professor Snape, was about to suffer an undeserved disaster.

But it doesn't matter if I know, since Snape will take out his anger on Harry anyway.

Moreover, William's entire attention was focused on the Dark Lord.

Judging from Voldemort's expression, he's preparing for a quick victory.

A layer of sky-blue arc-shaped magic spell appeared on the silver-white edge, like a crescent-shaped scimitar, and suddenly appeared in mid-air, heading straight for it.

The curse hung precariously half a meter above William's head, preventing him from advancing any further.

His body was filled with magic, his aura layered upon layer. His right hand seemed to slowly rise, then he flicked his finger lightly, striking the tip of his wand.

Even though it was flicked onto the wand, the arc-shaped spell kept wobbling.

Countless divine blades, invisible and unseen, began to shoot out from all directions, striking Voldemort's spell.

The spell is severely damaged, shrinking at a rate visible to the naked eye.

William advanced instead of retreating, his every step fraught with danger.

The curse of forty meters was also shortening, from forty meters, thirty meters, until ten meters... William finally stopped due to exhaustion.

With his withdrawal, the previously stalled offensive seemed to have been waiting for this moment, and its momentum was fierce, far surpassing its previous power.

William slid back a short distance, then leaped lightly, his two wands positioned at the very front.

Between wands,

A burst of brilliance erupted.

Two strong gusts of wind blew fiercely, causing his hair to flutter backward.

William pressed his wands down with both hands.

The curse was forced to burrow downwards into the ground, tearing and arching out a huge chasm.

A loud bang.

Like a winter thunderclap echoing through the sky, it exploded in Beihai.

The earth was torn open, creating a ravine whose width and length were gradually increasing.

This island, neither large nor small, was ruthlessly cut in half like tofu on a chopping board.

Along with that triangular building—Azkaban, which had never been breached—it was also split in two!

The island's swaying gradually subsided, and the heavy rain that had seemed to have vanished finally returned to earth.

The tinkling sounds were crisp and melodious.

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