Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

A figure appeared suddenly and alone among the damaged tents.

Through the scope, Voldemort could even see the surprise and confusion on his face, followed by alertness.

"Whoosh."

Voldemort's figure disappeared and reappeared, already behind the man.

"what's your name?"

Without rushing to attack, Voldemort asked, "Are you observers?"

"The base is destroyed, and everyone is fighting."

The man roared suddenly, then picked up his wand and pointed it at Voldemort.

But Voldemort was faster. He raised his left eye, and the monocle he wore fell off. It was dragged by the holder hanging on his left ear and rippled on his chest.

The wizard who saw his left eye was instantly frozen.

"How will your combat team function after losing your 'brain'?"

Voldemort asked, then suddenly laughed and said, "I forgot you can't answer."

As soon as he finished speaking, a green curse rose up and shot straight into the man's face.

At the same time, not far away, a figure appeared and raised a wand.

"call."

Voldemort immediately raised his head. He did not expect these people to come back so quickly.

"Whoosh."

Another spell came from behind, and his eyes looked back, green, but not pure green.

"Whoosh."

A spell counteracted it, and Voldemort took this opportunity to turn around and use Apparition.

The moment the figure disappeared from the spot, a bullet fired from a sniper rifle also flashed past.

There are many people coming back at the same time, and there are many ways to attack.

Voldemort's figure appeared, appearing behind the wizard who had been seen earlier, standing not far across from him.

But he had just appeared, and the person opposite him was already in the state of completing his Apparition.

At the same time, a sense of crisis struck.

It wasn't the sense of crisis that could touch his emotions and soul, like being targeted by a curse, but a feeling like needle pricks that made his hair stand on end.

It was a sniper rifle, and no one was targeting him.

There was no time to think more, and it was obviously too late to apparate. All he could do was avoid.

The sniper rifle aimed at him was not a single one. In other words, it was very likely that someone was predicting his next route.

So……

fly?

As if he had paused for a moment, or as if he had not paused at all, Voldemort suddenly jumped to the left, followed by a roll.

This unexpected move caused the bullets fired at his original position, as well as the two bullets blocking the sky, to miss.

Voldemort, who judged from the sound of the wind that several bullets had blocked the route, his heart began to beat violently involuntarily again.

Just a little bit, just a little bit.

Just now, he instinctively wanted to fly, but he paused at the critical moment and chose another way to avoid it.

This replacement method allowed him to have a brush with death.

"Whoosh."

Another life-killing wave was shot from the Elder Wand, and at the same time several warriors shouted "Jump".

The waves spread and the witches dispersed.

"call."

Voldemort let out a long breath, but kept his hand firmly holding the wand, causing the life-threatening wave pattern that had just spread to a huge size to begin to shrink.

This is extremely mana-consuming and dangerous.

If there is a super long-range sniper and you don't evade because of danger, or you can quickly apparate back and give him a shot.

Then Voldemort, who cannot move freely because he must maintain magic output, will inevitably be fatally injured.

But he had to take a gamble because it would be dangerous for him to continue.

The purpose of these people is very clear:

Don't give him one-on-one opportunities, don't give him more time to react.

Use fast to defeat the strong, use more to defeat the few, all plans are used to the advantage.

The problem of insufficient combat power was made up for by guerrilla warfare, which did not give Voldemort a chance to snipe anyone.

A simple sentence of "well-trained" seems not enough to describe the strength of these people.

Of course, there is another very important reason why they can attack Voldemort so brazenly, and that is the Gold Cup.

If there was no gold cup, Voldemort could leave magical marks on them and hunt them down one by one.

It's a pity that the existence of the Jinbei puts him at a disadvantage on the defensive side and cannot pursue with all his strength.

"Whoosh..."

A figure suddenly appeared. Unfortunately, he was right next to the green border of the Death Wave.

"puff."

Life disappeared silently, but the few people who followed him were far away from him, not at the edge of Porto.

"Whoosh."

Voldemort decisively gave up magic and apparated away.

Arriving at the location where he first captured the sniper rifle, Voldemort first looked around cautiously.

The enemies were all far away, and there were no enemies left or right, but the sense of crisis hit him instantly.

It's a sniper rifle.

“Swish swish~~~”

After casting several huge armor spells in succession to protect himself, Voldemort made a downward digging wave.

"Boom~~~"

He dug a deep hole in the snowy mountain in an instant, and at the same time, the bullets from the sniper rifle hit Iron Armor Curse's body, making a clanging and powerful crisp sound.

The powerful iron armor curses kept breaking. They obviously couldn't stop the second sniper rifle bullet, but they were enough to buy Voldemort a moment.

"Bang."

Kneeling down on one knee in the pit, Voldemort lowered his head and inserted his wand into the ground.

Huge magic power is continuously output into the iceberg, and at the same time, the memory world in his mind is running wildly.

In an instant, Voldemort transformed into Mount Everest in the world of memory and sat there for hundreds of years.

When his consciousness left the world of memory for a moment, he was even a little confused about where he was.

But Voldemort, who quickly understood the situation, immediately began to arouse his emotions:

I am a snow mountain.

I am the Himalayas.

I am the Everest of the Himalayas.

I am the highest point in the world, and I am the coldest place in the world.

I represent the power to freeze everything.

Through hundreds of years of experience as a mountain, through the release of strong emotions, and through the guidance of the freezing spell, Voldemort was in a trance in this real world...

Become Mount Everest.

"what happened?"

A wizard who was about to appear and approach Voldemort suddenly looked at his feet in surprise.

There, ice was growing up along his ankles, like the hands of winter grabbing his feet.

It wasn't just a few of his companions who were in the same situation as him.

Including some immovable materials and some rocks protruding from the ground, ice grew rapidly.

They wanted to apparate, but they couldn't move their legs. If they were forced to apparate, they would probably be physically disabled.

After a moment of hesitation, some gritted their teeth and left, but more were ready to use blazing flames to melt the ice on their feet.

Unfortunately, before their magic could take shape, the ice had already wrapped around their shoulders.

The shaped flames sprayed into the air, but were instantly frozen by the ice climbing up their shoulders, forming an explosion-like ice flower.

"Bang."

Voldemort fell into the frozen cave, gasping for air.

Even though he had the Elder Wand, even though he had glimpsed the secret of the "World Language" earlier, even though he was prepared for the result and process.

But in the end, he was still exhausted and unable to continue.

"Hopefully, there isn't a living enemy."

Voldemort said, using the last of his consciousness to release the dementors.