Chapter 878: Fighting, Voldemort Loses His Mind
This is the nth fake Kyle... the seventh, or the eighth.
Voldemort didn't know, or perhaps he was so blinded by anger that he no longer cared about such things.
And it all started two hours ago.
On a hillside, he found the panicked Kyle and gave him an Avada without hesitation.
Then the other person died, cleanly and neatly, just like the Muggles and Aurors who died at his hands.
Voldemort was very happy, even happier than when he snatched the Elder Wand from Dumbledore. When Kyle lay on his back on the ground, he felt as if he had returned to his childhood.
That was the first time he took those who had laughed at him to a cave by the sea and used his own unique methods to intimidate and torture them.
It was a long time before he realized that this method was called magic.
But it didn't matter. The fear and despair on the faces of the two Muggles at that time made him feel unprecedented joy and couldn't stop, as if his whole body was clear.
After so many years, things and people have changed. Voldemort couldn't believe that he had found this rare emotion again.
He decided to take 'Kyle' with him and throw him into Hogwarts. He believed that Dumbledore's expression would be very interesting.
Thinking of this, Voldemort couldn't help laughing out loud.
In his good mood, he generously forgave those Death Eaters who had performed their duties incompetently.
Until not long after, he watched as the dead 'Kyle's' body suddenly twisted and turned into another person within a few seconds.
As Slughorn's most proud student, Voldemort understood what was going on almost instantly.
Polyjuice Potion...
Kyle gave the Death Eaters a Polyjuice Potion containing his hair, creating a double for himself.
But not only did he fall for it, he was also complacent about it.
Voldemort's eyes instantly turned blood red, accompanied by an indelible coldness.
He was fooled again.
Voldemort didn't know why he said "again", but this was indeed his subconscious thought.
Then, the furious Voldemort went completely crazy, turning into a black mist and rushing between the mountains. Anyone who stood in his way, no matter if it was a Death Eater, a black dragon or 'Kyle', all had only one ending, and their lives were harvested by the Killing Curse.
In order to ensure that he would not be deceived by such tricks again, Voldemort also made a small change to the Killing Curse so that it could also "kill" the Polyjuice Potion.
Potions are also a kind of magic. As the king of dark magic, this change is easy for Voldemort.
And this decision also made Voldemort completely explode.
All the 'Kyles' he met along the way were fake, they were all Death Eaters who had been fed Polyjuice Potion.
It can be said that the number of Death Eaters killed by him personally has almost reached double digits.
If there was a ranking list of the number of Death Eaters killed in the Hesperidian Islands, Voldemort would firmly sit at the top of the list, followed by a string of dragons.
With their joint efforts, the originally mighty group of more than fifty Death Eaters has now been reduced to less than twenty.
But Voldemort didn't care. Even when he met 'Kyle' who was obviously a Death Eater, he did not hold back at all and cast a Killing Curse on him as soon as he met him.
Because Voldemort didn't know whether this was the real Kyle pretending. He knew Kyle's methods too well. Since the other party could use Polyjuice Potion to disguise himself as a Death Eater and sneak in, he could naturally pretend to be a Death Eater with his own face.
So Voldemort now has only one idea. Since he can't tell the real one from the fake one, he will kill them all. As long as he kills all the Kyles, he will definitely meet the real one.
As for Black Dragon and McFasty... who cares, get out of the way.
Voldemort stretched out his wand, and a bright flame leaped from the tip of the wand, which then transformed into a huge snake.
Wherever the fire snake passed, whether it was trees or hard stones, everything was set on fire.
Voldemort's patience had run out, and he decided to use the Fiendfyre to force Kyle out, completely disregarding whether his Death Eaters would be affected.
Even if he did, Voldemort wouldn't care...it wouldn't matter anyway.
The fire spread rapidly at an incredible speed. Although it was night, the central mountains of the Hebrides Islands were illuminated by the fire as if it were daytime.
In the firelight, Voldemort saw another Kyle and cast a killing curse as usual.
But the difference is that this time the opponent dodged.
Although it was just a spell he casually threw out, not everyone could dodge it.
"Found you." Voldemort narrowed his red eyes with slender pupils.
He knew that he had met the real boss this time.
The one who was easily killed by the Killing Curse was a Death Eater, and the one who dodged it must be Kyle. This way of distinguishing is a bit ironic, but it is very effective.
Because Voldemort guessed correctly, that person was indeed Kyle.
The main reason was that he did not expect that Voldemort was so cruel. Not only was he merciless when attacking his own people, but in order to kill him, he even went so far as to wipe out all the remaining Death Eaters and the entire mountain range.
In order to avoid the engulfing Fiendfyre, he was also discovered by Voldemort.
"All my efforts have been wasted!" Kyle sighed.
Originally, he was almost running to the seaside. If he had set up a few more substitutes and released them at the same time to confuse Voldemort's sight, and then disguised himself as Crabbe or Goyle, there was a great possibility that he would jump into the sea and escape.
But now... Voldemort actually wanted to kill everyone for him, so this trick was obviously useless.
Looking at the hideous face of Voldemort and the blazing fire around him, Kyle felt only despair.
This time, it seems there is no escape.
He never expected that Voldemort cared about him so much. He, who always advocated absolute power, not only set up an anti-Apparition spell to block Voldemort's retreat, but also buried fifty Death Eaters with him.
Now, unless Dumbledore descends from the sky, there is probably no way for him to escape.
Kyle looked up at the sky illuminated by the fire. There was not even a dark cloud, let alone Dumbledore.
"Merlin's strawberry socks." Kyle closed his eyes.
Of course, he was not ready to surrender.
In the mountains, several hidden places suddenly lit up, and several special magic runes were faintly visible.
This is the backup plan Kyle left behind...well, it can be considered a backup plan.
If it was just the Fiery Curse, he didn't think he was worse than Voldemort, but he would need some time.
Voldemort and Kyle extended their wands at the same time.
The hard ground turned into a swamp, and Voldemort's body tilted. The Killing Curse that was originally bound to hit also changed direction and fell on the cliff to Kyle's left.
Almost at the same time, Voldemort waved his hand vigorously, stabilizing his body while also creating a hurricane.
The hurricane carried with it gravel and fallen leaves, forming a giant snake with bared fangs in the air, which rushed towards Kyle with a roar.
A silver light flashed in front of Kyle, and the original shield turned into a door... the gate of Hogwarts Castle.
The giant snake hit the door and exploded with a loud bang.
"How long can you hold on!"
Voldemort crossed his hands and raised them above his head.
A crack appeared on the ground beneath Kyle's feet. If he hadn't reacted quickly enough, he might have fallen down. But this was not the end. Countless black sharp knives emerged from the crack and rushed towards Kyle.
Kyle took a thick stone slab off the cliff next to him, covering the crack with a bang and smashing the sharp knives at the same time.
Kyle was breathing heavily. It was really strenuous to cast such a large-scale softening spell and cutting spell.
Fortunately, his goal was achieved.
While the two were fighting, the magic runes that had been placed in various places in advance also lit up completely.
It was as if someone had added a handful of wood to the fireplace, and the fire, which was only a few feet high, jumped to more than ten feet in the blink of an eye.
Kyle raised his wand.
All the fierce flames began to shrink, and in the blink of an eye gathered around Kyle, like a scorching sun.
As the fierce fire shrank, the color of the flame was also changing rapidly, from the original red to light yellow, with a hint of faint gold.
For the first time, Voldemort's expression changed and he took a breath.
He never expected that his own Fiery Flame would be requisitioned by the wizard in front of him who was less than twenty years old in an instant.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Without hesitation, Voldemort cast a killing curse, ready to end Kyle.
The killing curse hit the 'sun' and instantly disintegrated, exploding like fireworks, and was then swallowed up by a few golden flames.
Voldemort's breathing became heavy. He had a premonition that he would die if he was hit by the ball of fierce fire.
But Voldemort did not feel fear, he just wanted to laugh.
"Ha, the great Dumbledore actually taught a master of the Fiery Fire Curse!"
Then he held out his wand.
As he moved, the originally stable Lihuo Sun suddenly became manic, and its shape began to change slightly.
Voldemort is vying for control.
Fiery fire is different from other black magics. Once this magical flame appears, it will be out of the control of the caster and turn into a special life form.
This is why most wizards can only cast the Fiery Spell but cannot control it unless they use more complex rune magic.
But this is also not fixed.
Kyle can commandeer his Fiendfyre, and Voldemort can also take control of the Fiendfyre Sun in his own hands.
Now it depends on whose method is more sophisticated.
At the same time, the center was wrapped in fierce fire.
Pale-faced Kyle took out his box, let the Niffler out, and then stuffed the box and a piece of parchment into its inner pocket.
"Hide, and find a chance to give the things to Newt."
The Niffler can pass through any narrow crack in the ground and drill deep into the ground. Even if Voldemort burns the entire mountain range, he will not be able to find it.
But the prerequisite is that there is only sniffing.
Kyle wondered whether he should hide in the box as well, and then let Sniff hide with the box.
But this approach may not work.
The traces of magic cannot be hidden.
Dumbledore once said that as long as magic is released, there will be traces left, so he was able to see traces of Voldemort's magic in the seaside cave where the Slytherin locket was hidden, and follow the clues to find the boat hidden in the lake.
This box, created using the Traceless Extension Charm, is an obvious trace of magic.
Just like a series of threads of different colors, when outside, they might be able to intertwine with other threads formed by magic, but if one is led by the Sniff to hide underground, it would be equivalent to actively exposing one's position.
Judging from Voldemort's behavior, he will definitely not let me go. If he finds that I am missing, it will not take long for him to notice the unique magical trace underground.
It's only a matter of time before he's caught.
Kyle was hesitating whether to take the risk.
If the Niffler could get deep enough, and if Voldemort couldn't go deep underground or blow up the entire island, perhaps he could use this method to delay until reinforcements arrived.
The fierce fire that shot up into the sky just now definitely attracted the attention of many people, perhaps Dumbledore among them. If he had delayed for one more second, he might have survived.
But Kell was worried that Voldemort had this ability.
Again, the King of Black Magic knows more than just the Killing Curse, and no one can guarantee what abilities those dangerous black magic experiments have given him.
For example, the black fog he showed could penetrate into any tiny crack like real fog.
If he was caught, Voldemort would naturally get the box, including the basilisk inside it.
He has the power to awaken the basilisk.
It will be really troublesome then.
Kyle hesitated, struggling with Voldemort for control of Fiendfyre, magic gushing from the tip of his wand.
During this process, his face became paler and his consciousness gradually became blurred.
The surrounding fierce flames began to dissipate again, obviously the work of Voldemort.
Forget it, I won’t gamble anymore.
Kyle gritted his teeth and made a decision in an instant.
He wanted to give it a try...these fierce flames were not gathered just to protect him.
What if I could kill Voldemort? Even if not, I could always buy some time to escape.
As long as Voldemort was injured, maybe he could gather all the black dragons here and fight one last time.
Although it is very difficult, there is always a chance.
Kyle controlled the wand with one hand and prepared to take out the Firebolt with the other, ready to run away at any time.
But just as he reached into the deformed lizard skin bag, a hard object rolled into his hand.
He was clearly holding a Firebolt, what was this?
Kyle looked at the thing in his hand, a blue gem fragment. When did he...
Wait, gem fragments?
Kyle's heart skipped a beat as he remembered what it was.
Kyle suddenly reached out his hand, grabbed the Niffler, who had half of his body buried in the ground, and lifted him out by pinching his butt.
"No need to hide." Kyle grinned, revealing a relieved smile.
How could he have forgotten this thing? Maybe it's been too long.
Kyle took a deep breath and looked at Voldemort through the gaps between the Fiendfyre.
Since you want it, I'll give it to you.
Kyle raised his wand, and flames shot out from the tip of the wand, connecting with the surrounding fierce fire.
The 'sun' moved.
"Vulcan clears the way!"
Kyle suddenly pointed his wand in the direction of Voldemort, and in an instant, he felt his magic power pouring out like a flood.
But the effect was immediate.
He had never used Vulcan to this extent before. Not only was it Fiendfyre, but it was also the Fiendfyre that was created by both him and Voldemort.
The surging flames were like a tsunami, creating a huge wave nearly twenty feet high that smashed down heavily.
Everything around was quiet. Even the roaring Hexagonal Black Dragon shut its mouth tightly at this moment.
Looking down from a high place, the entire Hebrides Islands were almost split in two by a golden flame.
As the main target of the flames, although Voldemort sensed the danger in advance and turned himself into a ball of black mist, half of his body was still burned black.
This was the first time that he felt the threat of death from someone other than Dumbledore...that curse just now could really kill him!
If he had not sensed the danger in advance... Voldemort looked back and saw that old Crabbe who had just run over was gone.
Yes, it's gone, nothing is left, as if it had never been there.
At this moment, Voldemort's anger reached its peak.
He didn't want to avenge old Crabbe, but he didn't want to let another 'Dumbledore' live.
No, that's not right. Dumbledore is over a hundred years old, but Kell is less than twenty years old. He is a greater threat than Dumbledore.
Voldemort raised his wand with his good hand.
But he saw that Kyle actually smiled and waved at him with difficulty.
A ray of blue light flashed between his fingers and disappeared from the spot.
At the same time, Voldemort's little sanity also disappeared.
"How dare you..."
"Come back, I command you, come back!"
Voldemort waved his wand like crazy, and countless spells poured down on the hill in front of Kyle. Rubble flew everywhere, and the towering cliffs were almost flattened by all kinds of dark magic.
But so what, Voldemort had to admit that he once again watched Kyle escape from him.
