Hogwarts: Undercover Death Eater Replaces the Dark Lord

The top of the astronomy tower where the two had just stood had a huge hole blown open by Riddle's explosive curse -

Only then did Lycos realize that the reason why Riddle did not use his favorite Unforgivable Curse was to blow up the Astronomy Tower, leaving him with no place to rest, so that he had to divert his attention to stabilizing his flying magic and could not devote all his energy to the duel.

"I was just observing and I almost understood Riddle's condition..."

At this moment, Cassandra suddenly whispered in Lycos's ear, saying in a voice only he could hear, "He should be considered a special kind of soul, immune to the effects of most spells..."

"The only way now is to destroy Ravenclaw's diadem with Fiendfyre or the Killing Curse—which happens to be your specialty."

"Just focus on attacking, and leave the defense to me."

Lycos stabilized his flying magic and dodged a spell from Riddle. He asked Cassandra with some concern, "You just overdrew your magic power. Are you really okay?"

"I know my limits," Cassandra said. "Don't worry, I know how to allocate my magic better than you do."

After that, she suddenly raised her voice:

“Protego Totalum!”

An invisible barrier enveloped Lycos and the other man, firmly blocking Riddle's several spells.

Seeing this, Lecos didn't say anything more and chose to give up defense and instead focus all his energy on offense.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A dazzling green light suddenly burst out from Lycos's hand and shot towards the crown on Riddle's head.

However, Riddle seemed to have anticipated this and suddenly took off the crown, just avoiding Lycos's killing curse attack... When the curse missed him, he put the crown back on his head and launched the next round of attack.

It has to be said that Lycos had to maintain the stability of his flying magic and constantly launch a series of attack magics that consumed a lot of energy. It was indeed a bit too much for a body of only twelve or thirteen years old.

But his opponent wore the diadem of Ravenclaw, possessed inexhaustible magical power, and possessed two-sevenths of Voldemort's soul power...

Even if Lycos and Cassandra divided the work and joined forces, they would not gain any advantage.

After all, he was too young... In this magical world, magic power grows naturally with age. Even for the most talented wizard, it is difficult to possess magic power comparable to that of an adult at the age of twelve or thirteen.

Lycos and Cassandra were both outstanding young wizards, but they were far from enough compared to Tom Riddle, who wore the crown of Ravenclaw.

The battle situation fell into a stalemate again...

"Hayden, Worley—"

Just then, a young voice came from the air.

Lycos looked up in surprise and saw a little wizard with messy hair and round-frame glasses riding a broom and flying towards him at a very fast speed.

"Potter, you didn't leave?" Lycos asked in surprise.

"I had already left..." Harry said quickly, using the Seeker's technique to dodge Bludgers, barely avoiding a spell. "But when I was almost to Gryffindor Tower, I saw a fireball in the sky."

He flew over to Lycos and held out a hand with a beautiful silver broomstick.

"When I saw the fireball, I immediately realized something was wrong... I figured I couldn't just stand there and watch. Why not come and help you? What if I can be of any help?"

Harry handed the broom to Lycos.

"I think...you guys really need this right now, right?"

Cassandra blocked a spell with a Shield Charm and looked down at the silver broom.

"This is... Nimbus 2001?" she asked in surprise. "Where did it come from?"

"I ran into Malfoy on my way here." Harry seemed a little reluctant, but still told the truth. "He was worried about your safety, but he was too scared to come over, so he could only ask me to give you the broom."

"I see. You're here just in time." Lycos took the wand and put it in Cassandra's hand without hesitation. "But it's too dangerous here. You'd better hide quickly."

Cassandra also rode on the wand neatly and skillfully increased its height.

"Harry Potter?" Riddle paused his attack and looked at the young wizard who had suddenly barged into the battle with great interest. "I was planning to look for you after I'd dealt with these two troubles, but I didn't expect you to come here on your own."

"In that case, I can give you a chance to live—"

"In your past, in my future, we've met twice. Both times, I failed to kill you. How did you manage to escape death? Tell me everything... The longer you talk, the longer the three of you will survive!"

Riddle was obviously very curious about how his future self failed. He didn't understand how he could lose to a newborn baby.

Harry, on the other hand, was in hesitation, thinking quickly, trying to find a way to delay time.

However, Lycos suddenly grabbed him and pulled the broom under him half a foot lower.

Then, a blinding green light shot out from Riddle's wand, almost touching Harry's messy hair...

"You're launching a sneak attack?" Harry broke out in a cold sweat and looked at Riddle opposite him in disbelief.

"I knew you wouldn't be so foolish as to let us delay any longer." Lycos frowned and looked at Riddle. "The longer we delay, the worse the condition of the basilisk will be, and the more likely the Phoenix will come to help us..."

"If that's the case, why would you offer to let us live a few more minutes?"

Lycos had experienced Riddle's insidiousness many times before, and he knew without guessing that Riddle deliberately said this in order to let the three little wizards relax their vigilance, making it easier for him to launch a sneak attack.

"Hmph, you do know me well." Riddle curled his lips in disdain. "Then let's see who's really in the game!"

After saying this, he waved his wand once more, without any trace of fatigue from the battle on his face.

Lycos pushed Harry out of the battlefield, then suddenly flew high into the sky -

After Cassandra got the flying broom, Lycos no longer needed to stabilize the weight of two people when flying. Instead, he only needed to take care of himself... His own weight was very familiar to Lycos, and he hardly had to be distracted to control the flying magic.

In other words, only now could Lycos devote himself to the duel.

"Protego Diabolica!"

A black flame rose from the lawn and quickly swept over the astronomy tower like a firestorm.

The flames of the fire shield are also extremely mentally draining. Only when Lycos no longer needs to distract himself from controlling the flying magic can he safely cast this extremely dangerous flame!

"Have you run out of tricks, Lykos?" Riddle scoffed. "You know your flames are no match for my Fiendfyre! Why are you still refusing to give up?"

"Then I'll make you give up!"

A red flame also stirred up a storm, like another violent tornado, colliding violently with the black storm.

The black and red flames soon twisted together like a twisted dough stick, forming a black and red sea of ​​fire, illuminating the buildings in the teaching area of ​​Hogwarts Castle with flickering lights.

As expected, just as Riddle had said, Lycos's fire shield was no match for Riddle's Fiery Flame. The black flames gradually began to wane, the red markings increasing while the black gradually decreased...

"I told you, I'll make you give up!" Riddle grinned, waved his wand again, and summoned an even larger red storm.

"You're right. My strength is indeed inferior to yours at the moment." Lycos nodded, not seeming surprised at all. "But I'm not alone..."

The next moment, a clear voice sounded beside him——

"Finite Incantatum!"

A golden light curtain descended from the sky, enveloping all the fire storms and forcing all the black and red flames to bow their heads.

Riddle was stunned for a moment, then sneered again.

"I admit that this spell is good," he said disdainfully, "but this kind of large-scale breaking spell doesn't distinguish between friend and foe..."

"You're just wasting your magic power!"

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Chapter 168 The End

Lycos did not refute Riddle's idea.

Because what he said was right, All Curses Ended is indeed a large-scale AOE skill that can terminate all magical activities within the range.

However, Riddle didn't know another function of the Fire Shield.

Distinguish friend from foe!

This was Grindelwald's signature magic back then. It could identify wizards who agreed with his ideas through kindness and malice, and then burn all the hostile elements to ashes.

Only if wizards remained loyal to Grindelwald could they pass through the flames unharmed.

After a long period of practice, Lycos has been able to use this magic to initially distinguish whether others have good intentions or bad intentions, and can also tell who the target of other people's magic is...

Cassandra's curses ultimately had no ill will towards Lykos's black flames; they were only targeting the crimson fire cast by Riddle.

Therefore, the fire shield that could distinguish friend from foe became harmless, transparent magic in front of the All Spells End, and did not show any magical power when it was swept by Cassandra.

So, Lycos successfully avoided the effect of All Curses Ending in a way that was almost like exploiting a bug.

In the end, the only magic contained in the End of All Spells was the Fiendfire cast by Riddle—

The crimson flames were enveloped by a golden light curtain, pressing down from above, compressing it to a height of less than three stories.

At the same time, Lycos mobilized all his magic power, driving the black flames protecting the fire shield to rise up, and condensed into a fire storm again, sweeping towards Riddle.

Without the restraint of the fierce fire, Lycos's black flames quickly condensed to an extremely high level, transforming into countless ferocious beasts, and wrapped up Riddle along with the storm.

Riddle's face suddenly changed, and he kept waving his wand, trying to summon his own fierce fire again.

But Cassandra bit her lip tightly, using the Ten Thousand Ending Spells to suppress the crimson flames, blocking any chance of them rising again...

"I really... underestimated you..."

Riddle was breathing heavily, his illusory figure flickering in the blazing flames, as if he would be melted by the flames at any time.

"But do you really think you can defeat me like this?!"

His face twisted, and then he forced a hideous smile.

"It's just a spell. Do you really think I can't do it?" Riddle growled hoarsely. "I won't lose. I won't..."

He suddenly raised his wand—

"Finite Incantatum!"

However, at the same time, before Riddle's voice of chanting the spell had completely fallen, a magic wand appeared in Lecos's left hand.

The wand was exactly the same as the one in Lycos's right hand, but it was shaking violently at this moment.

The precursor to this kind of spellcasting is clearly—

"Avada Kedavra!"

Accompanied by a chaotic and strange sound, as if invisible ghosts were screaming in the air, Lycos recited the killing curse.

It can be seen that Lycos had to control this large area of ​​black flames and stabilize the flying magic that carried him at the same time, and he could no longer spare more energy to use the Killing Curse.

From the tip of his wand in his left hand, a thin, tiny green beam shot out, like a tadpole struggling against the current, slowly but steadily swimming towards Riddle's forehead...