Chapter 925 The Master of the Elder Wand

"Snape...you actually learned that Snotlout's magic?"

Hearing what Kyle said, Sirius also remembered where he had seen that kind of knife-like curse.

When they had just graduated more than ten years ago, Snape, who was still a Death Eater, had used this curse on them.

It was just that it had been too long, and he had been imprisoned in Azkaban for more than ten years, so he didn't remember it for a while.

"But this magic is really easy to use." Kyle said, waving his wand again and cutting a big spider in half from the middle.

"That's also the Snotlout spell." Sirius muttered, still a little unhappy, "But Kyle, how could he teach you this spell?"

"...Could it be Kangna?" Sirius said with a hint of teasing in his tone.

"Of course not." Kyle shook his head, "I picked up a book...well, it's Snape's old potions book from when he was in school. It not only records his experience in potions, but also a lot of The magic he invented, Shen Feng Wu Ying, is one of them.”

"The potion book..." Sirius was stunned and blurted out: "You mean, he invented this magic when he was in school?!"

"That should be true." Kyle nodded, "Shen Feng Wu Ying is written in the second half of "Advanced Potion Making". Judging from the progress, it should be in the first semester of seventh grade."

"This is impossible..." Sirius' tone became even more unhappy, "He must have stolen this, that snot-nosed guy..."

"If he did this, do you think Headmaster Dumbledore would be indifferent?"

"Well...well...maybe he deceived Dumbledore."

Sirius kept looking for all these reasons, just not believing that Snape could invent such a powerful magic spell as the Shadowless Blade when he was in school.

"Sirius, are you jealous?" Kyle looked at him and suddenly raised his eyebrows and asked.

"envy?"

Sirius looked like a dog whose tail had been stepped on, and he jumped up on the spot.

"I'm jealous of that snot-nosed guy? Are you kidding! Why should I be jealous of him!"

"Maybe it's because he can create his own spells?" Kyle said. Looking at Sirius's angry look, he guessed that this was probably the truth.

It is not difficult for a student to get an O in exams, and it is not uncommon to get O in all grades. At least at Hogwarts, one or two students with excellent grades can be found every year.

But ninety-nine percent of students are unable to create their own magic before graduation, and even most adult wizards cannot do it.

But Snape... Kyle knew several of them alone.

From the unorthodox toe-growing spell to the highly practical earplugs, throat locks, and the more practical upside-down golden bell, there is no trace of the divine edge...

Looking at it this way, Snape, who has five self-created magic spells, is simply a genius, a genius in the true sense, and this does not include his achievements in potions.

But think about it carefully, if it weren't for these, how could Snape become the youngest dean of Hogwarts? It can't be because he doesn't like washing his hair, right?

Snape became Dean not long after the fall of Voldemort. At that time, he was still in his early twenties, and he directly pushed the record of the youngest Dean by a long way.

At this age, even if Dumbledore wanted to promote him for some reason, he would have to have matching grades, otherwise the school directors and parents would not be able to pass the test.

Slytherin is different from other houses. The parents of the students there like to find trouble. Even they have no objection to Snape, the young dean, which is enough to explain a lot of problems.

After Kyle said this, even Sirius stopped talking and opened his mouth, not knowing what he was thinking.

He had to admit that after removing his personal filter, Snape was indeed far ahead of his peers.

It's a pity that he can't remove the personal filter.

"He's still a snot-nosed person." Sirius said with force, "And he's also partial. No matter how good that kind of person is, he's not worthy of being a professor."

"Don't talk about each other." Kyle smiled.

That is to say, Sirius has only been a professor for a short time. If he became Dean, Gryffindor would probably win five or six House Cups in a row.

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore."

Kyle stood up, looked at a field where no one was alive, and drew the wand in front of him.

The thin flame connection at the tip of the staff was disconnected out of thin air, and the out-of-control fire dragon suddenly showed signs of collapse.

Then, Kyle pointed his wand forward sharply.

"Vulcan Confinement!"

The explosive fire turned into a long snake in mid-air and rushed towards the death eaters who had been frightened stupidly at extremely fast speeds.

The Death Eaters wanted to run, but Hogwarts prohibited phantom movement. With just two legs, how could they possibly outrun Li Huo, who was controlled by Kyle.

Soon, the entire venue was surrounded by fierce fire. As the fierce fire continued to shrink, the Death Eaters could only continue to move closer to the center, and finally crowded and stopped in a place only the size of the auditorium.

Not everyone tried to rush out during this period, but without exception, these people were burned to ashes within a few seconds.

It's a pity that Kyle can't turn Li Huo completely blue for the time being, otherwise they would be more happy.

He also tried, but the yellow flame was already the limit, and only a little bit of blue could be seen in the outer circle.

"Well done!" Sirius's eyes shone, "By the way, this is also a curse you created yourself."

"Strictly speaking, it can only be counted as half." Kyle put down his wand and shook his head. "This spell came from Professor Dumbledore. I just made some changes based on the original."

Kyle has studied Vulcan Clearance for a long time. Simply put, this magic is to control the shape of flames and is a type of transformation spell.

Since it is a transformation spell, it is naturally not limited to one form. It can be a straight line or a circle, depending on what the person controlling the magic thinks.

"That's already very powerful." Sirius said, "By the way, you should also have your own magic spell."

He seemed to be a bit obsessed. He just had to surpass Snape. Even if he couldn't do it, he still had to find someone to represent him.

Kyle was the man he was looking for.

"I have one of my own self-made spells." Kyle thought for a while and said.

When it comes to self-created magic spells, he has really researched them, but most of them are messy abilities, such as making eyelashes grow quickly or hair knotting.

Most of these were prank ideas that Fred and George came up with before they graduated. Kyle tried them when he was bored to see if he could use magic spells.

It's more of a thing to kill time.

The only self-made spell that can really be said is the Wild Growth Curse, which is the spell he used to control trees and vines.

Kyle quite likes to use that spell, especially in places with lush trees like the Forbidden Forest. The power can reach 200% or even higher.

It's a pity that the Death Eaters never went towards the Forbidden Forest, otherwise he wouldn't need to use the strong fire.

"It's amazing. It seems that you are much more powerful than that snot-nosed Snape." Sirius said proudly, "But why didn't you kill those Death Eaters?"

"Because people from the Ministry of Magic are here too." Kyle glanced in the direction of the castle.

Just now, Amelia Bones and Scrimgeour also joined the battlefield with Aurors.

If he didn't come over immediately, he should have dealt with the traitors in the Ministry of Magic first.

"People from the Ministry of Magic..." Sirius frowned, "What's wrong with them? Haven't you killed a lot of them?"

"It's different. They didn't see what I did before." Kyle shook his head and said.

"Let's put it this way, if I killed hundreds of Death Eaters in front of the Minister of Magic and the Director of the Auror Office, guess what they would think."

Sirius' expression changed.

Even if he didn't understand this anymore, he understood it now.

The Ministry of Magic needs stability, and the number of wizards is already small. As long as they are wizards, they are inextricably linked to each other. Pick out two pure-blood wizards at random, and they may be relatives of each other.

So let alone killing hundreds of them at once, even if the number was ten times less, it would still be a big problem.

After all, more than ten years ago, even the most heinous Death Eaters were imprisoned in Azkaban instead of being killed directly.

Everyone knows this, and Kyle and Sirius are no exception.

Another example is the time in Godric's Hollow, when Kyle killed more than 70 Death Eaters. This rumor sounds very majestic, but no one knows how much Dumbledore did behind the scenes to prevent Kyle from appearing. In the Wizengamot Inquisition.

Once this happens is enough.

If Kyle really kills all the Death Eaters present, maybe they won't say anything at this time, but when the war is over, people from the Ministry of Magic will definitely make trouble for him.

Of course, this is only one of the reasons. The most important thing is stability.

Who wouldn't be afraid of a powerful wizard who kills without blinking an eye? This is an instinct.

Dumbledore was well behaved enough, and he almost circled himself in Hogwarts, but he still failed to eliminate some people's suspicion of him.

If Kyle kills in front of everyone, he will immediately become the public enemy of all wizards, and then naturally take over Voldemort's class and become the second Dark Lord.

This is probably the scene where a dragon-slaying warrior turns into an evil dragon, right?

As for the previous ones, that’s another matter.

After all, no one from the Ministry of Magic arrived at that time, and the situation was chaotic. In order to protect Hogwarts, it didn't matter how many people he killed. Anyway, few people knew that he was the one who set off the fire on the venue.

The few insiders, such as Sirius and Professor McGonagall, are all our own people and cannot tell anyone.

Sirius opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a moment... He knew that what the Ministry of Magic was doing was wrong, but he felt that it made sense, which was very contradictory.

And in a sense, he himself is one of the beneficiaries.

His crimes more than ten years ago were not minor, including betraying the Potters, blowing up a street and killing 12 Muggles, but even so, he was only sentenced to Azkaban.

Kyle glanced at the castle where the fighting was getting more intense, and murmured in a low voice: "Even if those Death Eaters are to be killed, I can't do it...at least I can't let others see that I did it."

But Kyle's voice was very low, and Sirius was thinking about his own things and didn't hear it.

After dealing with the threats on the field, the two were ready to return to the castle to support others.

But just as they passed the Whomping Willow, Kyle suddenly caught a glimpse of two pairs of shoes flashing past on the ground.

Late at night, two pairs of shoes were moving by themselves. This scene was somewhat scary.

Fortunately, Kyle himself was also a wizard, and he quickly thought of the reason for this situation... The invisibility cloak was too small to cover two people.

"You go back and help first." Thinking of this, he turned to Sirius and said, "I'm going to search again to see if there are any fish that have escaped the net nearby."

"No problem." Sirius didn't doubt it, because he had been ridiculed by a group of insidious Death Eaters on the Quidditch field just now, and he had been holding back a lot of anger and wanted to vent it.

At this time, he heard that Kyle was going to stay outside, so he simply rushed into the castle alone and quickly found a lone Death Eater.

After he left, Kyle also turned around and came back to the Whomping Willow.

He looked down and saw that there were still several obvious footprints on the ground, which disappeared until they disappeared under the Whomping Willow.

But just as Kyle was about to move forward, a branch slapped over with a whoosh.

Kyle dodged and pointed his wand at a stone on the ground.

The stone flew up, quickly passed through the dense paper strips of the Whomping Willow, and hit somewhere on the trunk.

Suddenly, the twisted and whipping willow tree became quiet.

Kyle walked over quickly without hesitation and jumped into a hidden passage under the tree.

After entering the secret passage, the roar and collision of the battle outside were obviously much smaller, and the rustling sound of crawling could be vaguely heard from somewhere.

Kyle walked forward quickly.

This is probably the only passage that has not been blocked. Harry used to go from here to meet Sirius who protected him in Hogsmeade.

Later, even if Sirius left Hogsmeade for other tasks, Harry would occasionally come here once or twice.

But why did he come here at this time? Aren't they looking for the Runespoor Snake that was used as a Horcrux?

Kyle frowned. This secret passage leads to the Screaming Cold Drink Shop. Could it be that the snake also likes cold drinks?

But at this time, Harry and Voldemort were in sync, so he shouldn't be wrong.

Kyle wanted to catch up with Harry and the others as soon as possible, but because the passage was too narrow, he couldn't walk fast at all. Then, he heard a voice.

It was a very high-pitched voice, and it was emotionless and cold.

"I need you to be loyal to me, Draco, it's time..."

It was Voldemort.

Kyle stopped where he was. He saw two pairs of shoes parked in front of him. It should be Harry. If he went forward, he might alarm them.

It would be interesting if they accidentally called out at this time.

But he didn't expect that Voldemort would actually abandon so many Death Eaters and run to a cold drink store. What was he thinking!

Kyle squinted his eyes and tried to observe the situation in the opposite house through the gap in the door.

But from his angle, he couldn't see anything, but he could hear the voice, and he heard it clearly.

The arrogant Voldemort didn't hide his thoughts at all.

Lucius and Narcissa seemed to be in the room. It seemed that they came here after leaving the Quidditch field.

"It is Draco's honor to fight for the Dark Lord."

Lucius' voice sounded a little excited, and Narcissa also echoed it, but Draco Malfoy, the person involved, said nothing.

Until Voldemort said the next sentence...

"So Draco, are you ready to sacrifice your life?"

"Wait...wait, Lord Dark Lord..." Lucius' voice suddenly became dry.

"I may...heard it wrong...Draco, he just helped you kill Dumbledore."

"You didn't hear it wrong, Lucius." Voldemort's voice was flat, "Until Dumbledore died, I found one thing, it doesn't seem to work on me."

Voldemort seemed to stand up, and his voice changed direction.

"This legendary strongest wand did not show the miracle it should have. I thought hard for a long time...finally I thought of the answer.

"The old wand belongs to the wizard who killed his previous owner. It was you who killed Dumbledore, Draco. "

There was a suppressed sobbing in the room.

"Master...Dark Lord...Draco is here to fulfill your orders..."

Lucius' voice became like being squeezed out of his throat, and he no longer had the pride just now.

"So you will get the honor." Voldemort said calmly, "The honor that other Death Eaters will never have."

There was a muffled sound in the room, as if someone fainted and hit his head heavily on the floor.

It must be painful.

"Answer me Draco, are you willing to help me conquer this wand?"

Draco Malfoy still didn't speak, and he didn't know whether he was scared and couldn't speak, or his mouth was blocked.

Because when Voldemort wanted to do something, he never discussed it with anyone, only notified them.

This time was no exception.

Something burst in the room, like a balloon, but the sound was smaller.

Then there was the sound of a heavy object hitting the floor.

"Master, I don't think Draco is the owner of the Elder Wand." Another person spoke, it was Snape.

"Do you want to object to my opinion? Severus." There was a hint of dissatisfaction in Voldemort's voice, as if something was crawling.

"I don't dare to think so." Snape said, "But Master, I was there that day. Dumbledore was killed by the killing curse you left in the wand, and Draco had nothing to do with it.

"In other words, how can a tool responsible for transporting wands be recognized by the Elder Wand?"

The rustling crawling sound in the room disappeared, and it seemed that Voldemort seemed to think that this made sense.

"Then Severus, tell me, if I killed Dumbledore, why didn't the Elder Wand submit to me?"

"I think... Dumbledore is not the real owner of the Elder Wand." Snape's voice was calm.

"Then who is its owner?"

"I think... Grindelwald!"

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