Hogwarts Homecoming

Sizzle!

The sun crashed into the sea of ​​black fog, as if it had entered another boundless netherworld.

The ears were filled with shrill wails, and the darkness of the thick fog could not even penetrate Amosita's sight.

The spirit penetrated his body, sensing the seemingly boundless world, Amosita frowned, revealing a slight discomfort.

The black fog that blocked his vision was mixed with Voldemort's extremely evil magic, his cruel violent thoughts, and the resentment left by the creatures he killed before they died.

He had seen similar evil power before.

In New York, the vampire was also enslaving the remnant souls of the people who died tragically and were full of hatred.

However, its magic power was not as strong and violent as Voldemort's, and the hatred in those remnant souls was not as deep as those killed by Voldemort!

Moreover, the thousands of remnants did not all belong to wizards.

Reflected in Amosita's spiritual world are countless magical creatures.

Amosita's eyes flashed the black lake in the cave that had been destroyed by him and hid the fake locket.

Many of the bodies floating in the lake belonged to magical creatures, plus the mixed components of the evil magic power currently perceived.

It can be imagined that Voldemort must have used magical creatures to do a lot of transformation experiments on himself!

Crazy, bold and lucky!

The "rules and regulations" of the Ministry of Magic are of course worthless to Voldemort, but using the blood of magical creatures to enhance one's magic power is indeed a very dangerous thing.

Even those wizards with profound attainments in black magic must be very careful about their own spirit and magic being overly polluted and alienated when making such attempts.

And Voldemort may have experienced no less than a hundred such experiments.

Amosita had to praise him for being worthy of being the "son of destiny" for being able to survive until now!

Of course, this may also be due to the Horcrux.

The thought of Voldemort's power only occupied Amosta's mind for a few seconds.

He looked solemnly at the edge of the sun that wrapped around him.

The edge of the golden flame was silently infected by the black fog!

The black lines attached like blood, and they did not disappear even if the flames evaporated and the magic power evaporated, but eroded towards the center at a very slow speed.

Hum!

A fierce look flashed in Amosta's brown eyes, and the powerful magic power suddenly poured out like a flood!

"What is that?!"

Some people suddenly appeared in the rice fields that were rustling in the wind. They were escorting Remus and others on the second train.

Feeling the heavy pressure from the sky, looking at the sea of ​​black fog that was surging and surging in the sky, and the howling sound that made people's hair stand on end, and the golden sun that was struggling to rush left and right in the black fog, Remus' eyes were filled with fear.

"Amosta and Voldemort--"

Sirius's eyes never left the battlefield in the sky, his face tense.

This was a battlefield in another dimension, and with their power, they could not interfere at all.

We must win!

Sirius' eyes were burning, and he shouted wildly in his heart!

Boom!

Under the full force of magic, the flames on the edge of the sun turned into needles, and the dazzling thunders generated at the intersection with the black fog rushed through the distorted space!

The scope of the black fog was shrinking rapidly!

Both the members of the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters noticed this, but their moods were completely different.

And Amosta, who caused the changes on this side, was not as relaxed as Sirius and the others!

In just a few dozen seconds, sweat had covered his side face.

Indeed, the sea of ​​black fog was being consumed rapidly under his efforts.

But compared with that, his own consumption was greater.

Without crossing that boundary, the magic power of wizards comes from themselves. Amosstar is stronger than Voldemort in that he has a powerful and flawless soul, but he cannot gain the upper hand in the competition of magic power.

Although the two who are fighting to the death are still a long way from the end of their strength, if they continue like this, Amosstar will be exhausted first, but Voldemort knows that he can't bear the consequences either.

Therefore, he actively shrinks the sea of ​​black fog to make the magic power more concentrated.

In this way, Amosstar suddenly feels a great pressure!

Three back-up plans, which one to use first?

Amosstar, whose breathing is not so steady, rarely flashes hesitation in his eyes.

The "legacy" left by Slytherin for him points Amosstar in the direction and finds a way to go further.

However, he has only been studying that kind of power for a short time, and poor imitation is not suitable for the current duel where one step difference means eternal damnation.

Then

In the pocket of Amos's robe, which rustled in the wind, a glass bottle emitting a white light loomed.

Amos's eyes were focused, looking through the black fog.

After a moment, Amos shook his head in his heart.

It was also not a good time to use this.

Then, there was only the last one.

Amos's goal was not to kill Voldemort here from the beginning. He could not do it without the Horcrux.

He knew early on that the best result of his duel with Voldemort would be to seriously injure Voldemort, the second best would be to defeat Voldemort, and the third best would be to force Voldemort to leave while he was seriously injured!

But there is one thing that must be done today. In fact, Amosita's goal of starting this war is 40% for this!

"What's wrong, Brian--"

The body of Voldemort made of fog floated in the black fog that was so solid that only a faint golden light could be seen.

Looking at Amosita, who seemed to be carrying a heavy weight, with a smug and ferocious smile on his fleeting face, his high-pitched voice and thunder sounded, stirring the four fields,

"Is this all you can do!"

Voldemort's voice was still echoing in the wilderness, Amosita suddenly opened his eyes and roared!

Roar!

The sun surrounding him was instantly shattered, and the violent force directly blew away the black fog. Countless golden meteors drew beautiful arcs in the sky, dragging gorgeous tail flames and falling to the ground!

Where these golden meteors fell, the ground was instantly melted, and large pits appeared on the ground.

And a meteor, by a very ‘coincidence’, hit the golden cup with two ears!

Uh.Ah! !!

Voldemort, who turned into black mist and whose magic power was agitated by the sudden rise of Amosstar, had not yet gathered himself, and the pain that seemed to be torn apart by the soul suddenly descended made him roar shrilly!

However, Voldemort was not the only one who roared in pain.

In the rice field, Harry, who was fully focused on the duel between Professor Blaine and Voldemort, had not yet reacted. The scar on his forehead seemed to be burned by a branding iron, causing Harry to scream shrilly and kneel on the ground!

On the ground covered with lava, where a cluster of golden flames fell to the ground, there suddenly appeared a giant face engraved with hideous and painful black smoke on the ground, opened its mouth and roared into the sky, but in the end, it only stirred up a gust of wind and then dissipated!

“How dare you!!! Blair”

Amosstar seemed to be shocked by this hideous giant face that suddenly appeared. He stared at the face with wide eyes and a look of shock.

After it dissipated, Amosta looked at Voldemort in ‘doubt and surprise’ again,

“What is that?!”

This.

Voldemort, who had transformed into his true form again, looked at Amosta with cold and deep hatred in his eyes, but in the end, he still rationally closed his mouth.

…………(End of this chapter)