Chapter 931 Victory
Normally, when a normal wizard casts a spell, the thickness of the light beam is basically fixed... about the same as the tip of the wand.
Of course, for some wizards, it may be more obvious.
For example, Voldemort's Killing Curse is obviously thicker than the normal Killing Curse, which also means that the power of the curse will be stronger.
But the ones that were about the same thickness as his arm... To be honest, Kyle had never seen or even heard of them.
This is beyond the scope of normal magic.
Of course, there is no need to say much about the effects it brings.
It was just a simple repulsive spell that any third-year student could master, but it made the Dark Lord experience firsthand what it meant to be powerless.
Voldemort smashed a huge hole in the wall of the Hogwarts Great Hall.
However, this was not the end. Voldemort was still being pushed, leaving a ditch fifty feet long on the field outside before he finally stopped.
But he looked completely different, with his arms and legs bent, his body sunken, and even his face smoothed out. He looked like a Bowtruckle that had been pounded by a Bludger for five minutes.
Afterwards, the entire battlefield pressed the pause button because of this sudden scene.
Everyone's eyes fell on Mikel at the door of the auditorium, including Kyle.
He turned his head stiffly, looked at Mikel who fell to the ground due to exhaustion, and subconsciously pursed his cracked lips.
He almost forgot about Mikel's special situation.
He was unable to control his own magic power, especially when he just entered the first grade. Mikel successfully put himself into a state of magic overdraft with just one lighting spell and almost turned himself into a squib.
For a period of time afterwards, he relied entirely on taking magic-suppressing potions to barely ensure that his magic power would not be drained during class. He also learned how to control magic from Professor Sprout in his spare time.
Mikkel had to work hard to master the innate talents of other wizards, which directly affected his performance in other areas, such as practical spell exams.
Mikel's actual spell performance is among the lowest even in Hufflepuff.
Fortunately, Hogwarts does not have a system of repeating a grade, otherwise he would never have been able to graduate successfully and would probably still be in the third grade.
But it was also because of the uncontrolled magic that Mikel mastered an ability that no other wizard could do.
He can focus all of his magic power on a spell, causing its power to change dramatically...
Just like the repulsive spell just now.
Kell had no doubt that even a Voldemort or Dumbledore in their prime would have had to plow ten feet of ground standing there.
"Merlin, luckily Mikel only used the repulsive spell." Kyle felt relieved after figuring this out.
The repelling spell was like that, if it was changed to a blasting spell... Kyle shuddered and didn't dare to think about it any further.
It doesn’t matter whether he will be affected or not. If it is really a blasting curse, I’m afraid the entire Hogwarts will have to be rebuilt.
"Damn it, kill that guy!" The angry voice of the Death Eater next to him brought Kyle back to his senses.
"The Divine Edge is Shadowless!"
He ignored Voldemort who was knocked outside and turned around to point his wand in the direction of the hall door.
The two Death Eaters who wanted to launch a sneak attack on Mikkel fell to the ground, blood flowing from the huge wounds on their chests.
"Mikel, how are you?" Kyle walked over and asked.
The repelling spell just now also dispersed the fierce fire at the entrance of the auditorium. Mikkel lay limp on the ground, barely retaining a little consciousness.
There was no way around it. Overdrawing his magic power was equivalent to running ten kilometers in one second. He did not faint on the spot because of his rich experience.
Seeing Kyle coming over, Mikel slowly gave a thumbs up.
"That's amazing." Kyle said with a smile, "The school should give you a certificate for a perfect score in the Charms exam. What you did just now is something that even Dumbledore couldn't do."
Mickle didn't say anything. He had fainted at this time. Professor McGonagall knocked out a Death Eater and squeezed over from not far away.
"Leave him to me!"
Professor McGonagall waved her wand and a table came running over and carried Mikkel out of the battle.
It was only at this time that Kyle once again looked at the hole in the wall of the hall, at Voldemort outside.
He looked a little dazed and hadn't recovered from what had just happened.
Perhaps he never dreamed that besides Kyle, there was another master hidden in Hogwarts.
It is no exaggeration to say that he even felt the threat of death just now.
Voldemort simply couldn't believe that a mere Repulsive Spell could actually kill him. The last time he had this feeling was when he faced the Fiendish Fire that spanned the entire island of the Hexagonal Islands.
But Fiendfyre and the Repulsive Spell... are like the Sword of Gryffindor and the Butter Scraper, they are not on the same level at all.
Voldemort was scared... this time he was really scared.
He was afraid that the other party would attack again, this time with a repelling spell, but what if the next time was a killing curse?
Moreover, in his current state, let alone the killing curse, he might not be able to withstand even a repelling curse.
No, this is a conspiracy!
Dumbledore must have done something before he died, or left a secret weapon against him!
"damn it!"
Voldemort thought with gritted teeth. He glanced at the old wand full of holes in his hand and wanted to run away.
Another reason for his failure this time was that this wand restricted his spells. If they had complete control over the Elder Wand, even if all the people in Hogwarts came together, they would not be his match.
Yes, he must first master the Elder Wand.
Voldemort turned into a ball of black mist again and flew out of the school.
But Kyle rushed out of the castle at this moment.
A fire dragon formed by fierce fire blocked Voldemort's way, forcing him to stop.
Voldemort looked at Kyle angrily.
Kyle looked back without giving in.
The fight has come this far, and there is no way to let Voldemort escape. He has just discovered that although the magic that can turn into black mist is troublesome, it can be ignited by the Fiendfyre.
That's easy to say. In addition, Hogwarts prohibits Apparition. Voldemort wants to escape? Impossible!
"Do you think you're sure to win?" Voldemort looked at Kyle coldly with his scarlet pupils.
Kyle didn't answer.
Because more and more people have come, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Chris...
He certainly couldn't do it alone, but with so many people together, they could definitely kill Voldemort.
Voldemort's face was gloomy, and the veins on the hand holding the wand were bulging.
"I haven't lost yet!" His voice was no longer loud and clear, but became hoarse and made a hissing sound like a snake.
Indeed, he has not yet been defeated.
There is still a group of Death Eaters outside Hogwarts. He has just called them together. As long as they join the battlefield, he will be able to buy time to escape.
Voldemort thought to himself, cursing at the rubbish for being so slow.
His Dark Mark has already appeared for five minutes, and it hasn't arrived yet... Even if it's a group of Muggles, they should be able to come here by now!
Voldemort tried his best to resist more and more spells, and his movements became slower and slower...
Finally, after an unknown amount of time, he heard footsteps.
"Let's go together and kill them!" Voldemort gave the order excitedly.
But no one responded to him, and the silence behind him was eerily quiet.
Voldemort could not help but turn his head, only to find that there was no Death Eaters behind him, only one person from beginning to end.
A witch.
"You are...Diana Shafiq!"
"Oh, Mom?!"
Voldemort and Kyle spoke at the same time.
"It's me." Diana said with a smile, then looked at Voldemort, "If you are waiting for someone... Sorry, they may not be able to come."
"You killed them..." Voldemort's expression kept changing.
"No, it's just that there was no one outside when I came." Diana's expression remained unchanged. "I think they might have gotten tired of it, or knew you were going to fail, so they ran away."
"Impossible!" Voldemort blurted out.
He could smell the faint scent of blood on Diana at this moment, so how could he not have met anyone?
"If you don't believe me, go and see. There's no one outside." Diana raised her wand and swung it upwards.
The Black Lake next to it surged, and a thirty-foot-high wave suddenly rose up and hit Voldemort.
After Voldemort dodged, the huge wave hit the ground again and quickly froze into ice. Countless sharp ice cones exploded at the same time and pierced Voldemort like a frozen thorn flower.
At the same time, the huge fierce fire dragon also appeared above Voldemort's head.
This left him with nowhere to hide, and his shoulder and thigh were pierced at the same time. Blood left a glaring mark on the ice cone, but it was quickly melted by the fierce fire and disappeared.
"Let's end it." Kyle waved his wand again, and the Fiery Dragon swooped down towards Voldemort.
"The Stone Pillar has revived!" Professor McGonagall shouted.
Seven or eight stone statues that had been destroyed long ago stood up again and swung their weapons at Voldemort.
Then Professor Flitwick, Professor Sprout...
"Wind blade stabs straight!"
"Thunderbolt explosion!"
"Avada Kedavra!"
……
"None of you can kill me!" Voldemort roared frantically, "Avada..."
A ball of green sun suddenly burst out from the old wand, and a killing curse with a larger range than the previous one swept over, taking away all the spells flying towards Voldemort.
But the old wand also made a crisp sound, and only a core was left connecting the wand that was broken in the middle.
"I want to see how many times you can block it!" Kyle gasped and raised his wand again. Professor McGonagall also forced herself to stand up.
However, at this moment, a black shadow suddenly flew past and hit Voldemort directly.
Kyle saw it, but couldn't stop it.
The fierce fire had just disappeared, and coupled with his consumption being quite great, it was difficult for him to continue standing, let alone controlling such a huge fierce fire.
Without Fiendfyre's obstruction, and being led out of the encirclement by the guy who suddenly appeared, Voldemort immediately found an opportunity and turned into a ball of black mist and flew away with the other party.
"Come back, you coward, come back!" Professor McGonagall roared at Voldemort's back.
She couldn't accept it. They were almost victorious, but Voldemort ran away...
"Forget it, Minerva." Diana came over and comforted her, "Voldemort was ready to fight to the death just now. If we continue, we may not be able to kill him completely, but half of the people here will definitely die."
"I don't care!" cried Professor McGonagall. "I wish I could die with him!"
Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout on the side also echoed it. It can be seen that they are sincere. If they can really drag Voldemort to death together, they will definitely not hesitate.
