Hogwarts: Me? Fight Voldemort?

"Expelliarmus!" Jimmy used Harry's signature spell, "Expelliarmus."

The red and green lights converged in mid-air, creating a burst of light before canceling each other out.

Seeing this, the dark wizard on the ground waved his wand like a conductor's baton, and scorching flames burst from between the wands, like a long snake, strangling towards Jimmy.

Seeing this from a distance, the Round Table Wizard riding a broomstick felt a surge of unrealistic anticipation within his enslaved self: what if?!

What if this little black guy actually succeeds?!

However, to their disappointment, Jimmy's wand spewed out thick white smoke that engulfed the Fiendfire and quickly pushed it back, smearing the face of the horrified black wizard.

"No, this is impossible!" the black wizard shouted frantically. That was the Fiendfire spell that he had practiced for many years and was only able to barely control, and which he was very proud of!

As the most powerful flame in the wizarding world, it can incinerate everything. Even high-level anti-curses require multiple wizards to work together to barely control it.

No one in the wizarding world has ever been able to suppress Fiendfire to this extent. When did the British wizarding world produce a figure like Grindelwald, Dumbledore, and Void?

Defeat your weapons!

Jimmy didn't even bother to recite the incantation again. With a flick of his wand, the dark wizard, who was caught in self-doubt, was sent flying backward.

Jimmy pocketed the dark wizard's wand as a reserve, then looked at the round table wizard with a stiff expression not far away.

"Ahhhh!"

"Spare me! I am a loyal subject! I am utterly loyal!"

"Uh uh..."

The Round Table wizards who harbored rebellious intentions immediately experienced a hellish ordeal, falling one by one from their flying brooms to the ground and writhing in agony.

Jimmy only punished them for ten seconds. As soon as the ten seconds were up, his wand extended into a red whip, which he lashed out at them. "Get up and get to work right now! Follow me! If you don't get up, you'll never get up!"

Several black slaves picked up the wands from the ground, hurriedly climbed onto brooms, and followed Jimmy to another place.

When they arrived at the third point of chaos, the surrounding buildings were already engulfed in flames.

Chapter 276 Barty Crouch Jr.

Several mad wizards were laughing wildly amidst the flames. Jimmy could see from afar that the wizards at the round table were entangled with the beasts formed from Fiendfire and had no ability to stop the arsonists.

The cursed Fiendfire can spread rapidly, and these dark magical flames can also transform into various creatures to attack nearby wizards.

Only wizards with exceptional control over Fiendfire, or phoenixes immune to all flames, can survive within it.

More and more security guards and Aurors arrived at the area that had been burned by flames; these were all helpers that Hermione had called.

"Everyone get outside the Fiery Blaze and stop it from spreading!" Barty Crouch, who had also arrived at the scene, stared at the house burning with a distorted expression, listening to the bursts of laughter coming from inside, and tightened his grip on his wand.

The surrounding Aurors and guards immediately rode their brooms away from Fiendfire, and together they planted their wands into the ground where Fiendfire had not yet caught fire.

"All curses end!" *N

A large number of advanced anti-spells formed an invisible cage, binding the raging flames within a certain range.

This is a method from France to control Fiendfire. Although Fiendfire is said to be able to burn anything, it cannot burn the planet beneath its feet. As long as an isolation zone is created, the Fiendfire will extinguish itself once everything that can be burned inside has burned.

Chi Chi!

Thick white smoke billowed and fell, and Jimmy really took on the role of a firefighter, constantly spraying the smoke into the fire.

Fiery Blaze seemed to develop self-awareness, its raging flames transforming into a ferocious giant serpent. The serpent roared, its enormous mouth wide enough to swallow Jimmy whole.

Feeling the burning sensation on his face, Jimira raised his fire crossbow and thrust it upwards, pointing his wand at the rapidly approaching Fiery Conjured Serpent.

The Aurors all stared wide-eyed at the figure of the enormous fiery serpent attacking.

Fiendfire is the best measure of a dark wizard's power, and so is the ability to defeat Fiendfire.

The billowing white mist crashed into the giant mouth of the Fiery Serpent, which was made of flames. The Fiery Serpent struggled and roared in resentment, its body twisting and coiling.

After a brief stalemate, the white smoke extinguished the flames like dry powder, and the giant serpent formed from the raging fire dissipated like the laughter.

The wizards inside the sea of ​​fire exchanged glances upon seeing this scene, then turned tail and ran, trying to escape.

This time, having witnessed Jimmy's abilities, the black slaves no longer had any thoughts of resistance. Their eyes flashed with emptiness, and they were immediately moved by the loyalty that had once brainwashed them.

They will continue to dedicate themselves to the great cause of the Round Table, striving eternally for a better future for the world.

There is no retirement, no salary, and no rest.

The only one is the Grand Knight Commander, who is as warm as the sun!

Loyalty!!!

"Catch those who tried to escape!"

Apart from Jimmy, no one dared to fly above Fiendfire. He saw several people fleeing from the flames and immediately pointed out the direction to the slaves and Aurors below.

His face still showed some exasperation. These sons of bitches of dark wizards, despite being on guard so tightly, they still managed to slip through the cracks.

The area they burned down was a luxury residential area, where a lot of belongings were stored, and that was all money!

The organizers have to pay compensation!

Seeing that Jimmy could handle Fiendfire, the Aurors and Round Table wizards underground mounted their brooms and chased after him in the direction he indicated.

By this time, the tourists on the road had gradually calmed down from the chaos and began to watch the capture of the Aurors and the Wizards of the Round Table.

After Hermione discovered this, she repeatedly broadcast the message, instructing tourists to follow the designated route to the safe house for refuge.

Instead of listening, more tourists on the street came out of the building to see what was going on.

Fortunately, thanks to advance precautions, the chaos at the World Cup venue has been contained, and no more disruptive "black wizards" have emerged.

Those dark wizards weren't fools; the area outside was full of Aurors.

If we miss the initial opportunity to unite and create chaos, then we've missed it; going out now would be suicide.

The fleeing dark wizards were surrounded by Aurors who arrived shortly after they ran away.

They did not choose to surrender, but they were no match for the disarming spells fired from all directions and were quickly knocked to the ground.

When Barty Crouch, who arrived late, saw one of the faces clearly, all his energy collapsed. Only now did he resemble an old man in his twilight years, his body slightly hunched.

“Little Barty…” he murmured his son’s name.

This son, whom Barty Crouch had traded his career and his wife's life for, yet remained stubbornly unrepentant, was the source of all of Barty Crouch's suffering.

As if sensing his gaze, Barty Crouch Jr., who was lying on the ground, turned over to face Barty Crouch Sr. and then revealed a wicked smile.

Snapped!

At that moment, a red-glowing whip lashed across Barty Crouch Jr.'s face, shattering his smile.

Jimmy flew over, whip in hand. As soon as he arrived, he saw this bastard still laughing even after being caught. He'd be doing himself a disservice if he didn't give him a good whipping.

This scene, however, made Old Barty Crouch's eyes widen in horror. After his beloved wife died in Azkaban in place of Young Barty Crouch, he had kept Young Barty Crouch locked up at home ever since.

As he grew older, the elder Batty Crouch had long lost his former ambition and felt an indelible guilt towards the misguided younger Batty Crouch.

Seeing him being whipped, even though Barty Crouch the elder knew in his heart that compared to what Barty Crouch the younger had done, it was far from a punishment, he still felt bad.

“Jimmy, these people should be handed over to the Ministry of Magic.”

"Hand them over to the Ministry of Magic?" Jimmy shook his head angrily. "I'll discuss with Minister Fudge whether to hand these people over to me. They caused huge losses to the Quidditch World Cup and the Cyber ​​Corporation. Simply locking them up in Azkaban won't absolve them of their crimes."

After saying that, he lashed Barty Crouch Jr. with the whip again.

Barty Crouch Jr. curled up on the ground in pain, then burst into maniacal laughter, facing the ground, "The great Dark Lord will return! Voldemort's time to return has come! You can't stop us!"

The faces of everyone around changed. The Aurors whispered among themselves in panic, the black slaves at the round table looked at each other, and old Barty Crouch almost collapsed as if his spine had been pulled out.

Even Hermione, far away in the dispatch center, frowned with worry.

Only Jimmy calmly jumped off the broom, taking advantage of his lineage, and whipped the whip like a windmill, relentlessly lashing Barty Crouch Jr.

"Let's see if you see him come back! Still laughing? Keep laughing! Keep laughing!"

The sound of the whip lashing flesh quickly calmed the wizards of the Round Table. Even former Death Eaters had to admit that Jimmy's evil surpassed Voldemort's.

Watching his son's incessant wailing, Barty Crouch's heart ached. He tried to hold back, but seeing that Jimmy showed no sign of stopping, he finally couldn't help but shout, "Enough! You can't kill him!"

Jimmy then stopped. He did it on purpose, to force old Barty Crouch out of office and replace him with a rising star in the wizarding world from the training program.

Chapter 277 An Imperfect Ending

Barty Crouch Jr. was covered in whip marks, which terrified the Death Eaters who were with him, who silently lay on the ground to minimize their presence.

They were simply enjoying the benefits of being Death Eaters and pure-bloods, using Voldemort's name to commit evil deeds; they weren't really stupid enough to want to be whipped.

Fans gradually poured out of the stadium and gathered around to watch, while a large number of reporters broke through the blockade like sharks smelling blood, constantly taking pictures of the scene.

Especially the faces of the several black wizards on the ground, and the leaders present.

Jimmy said to the somewhat silent Barty Crouch, "Chief Crouch, take the man away first. I'll go arrange the follow-up matters for the game."

Barty Crouch remained silent, only nodding repeatedly.

The Aurors on the scene dragged several dark wizards up from the ground, bound their arms, and took them away.

The crowd that had been watching lingered for a long time. After dealing with the chaos, Jimmy returned to the dispatch center.

There were many people in the dispatch center. Harry and the Weasleys had all come. They had originally wanted to help, but after seeing Jimmy easily take down several dark wizards on the monitor, they decided not to go and make things worse.

"Broadcast to the tourists, informing the Ministry of Magic to organize the tourists to go home and not to gather here any longer."

After Jimmy finished speaking to Hermione, he took off his headset.

The faces of everyone present were solemn. They had heard Voldemort's name; Voldemort was going to return. This bad news swept away the good mood brought by the Quidditch World Cup.

Arthur Weasley said with a wry smile, "Well, looks like I'll be working overtime again when I get back to work."

Harry was the most sensitive to news about Voldemort; when he uttered Voldemort's name from Barty Crouch Jr., the scar on his forehead throbbed with pain.

The green light before his eyes rang out along with his mother's wailing, and Voldemort's pale face appeared.

Will he really come back to life?

Sirius Black noticed Harry's worry and put his arm around his shoulder to encourage him. "Whether he comes back to life or not, if we can defeat him once, we can defeat him a second time."

Jimmy nodded slightly, walked over to Hermione's side, and asked, "Have you looked for Desmond Spencer?"

Hermione turned around, and the heavy and sorrowful expression on her face worried him.