Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

The enemy is preparing for war, and so is Hogwarts' side.

The entire battlefield has not yet entered the final showdown, but sporadic battles are continuing.

It was Voldemort, flickering behind the Terminator like a diligent bee chasing the stamen of a flower.

Every time it appears, a terminator will be destroyed, and the dull sound of sniper rifles will ring through the battlefield.

Countless people stared at his disappearing and reappearing figure, their eyes becoming extremely complicated.

Those who follow him, fear him, and believe in him have determination and perseverance in their eyes.

At this moment, they were extremely proud and proud.

And those who hated him, hated him, and hated him also had different colors in their eyes.

People are always complicated. In crisis, they saw another side of Voldemort.

The enemies also cast admiring glances at Voldemort.

Just because of that lonely figure, there was a hesitation, an oversight, and an accident.

Dancing alone, there is only death.

"Huhu~~"

The clouds gathered, the wind picked up, and the snowflakes began to slowly fall.

"call."

Voldemort's figure suddenly appeared three meters away from a terminator. This distance caught the sniper off guard, but the excellent soldier still fired instinctively.

"Bang."

The bullets roared like sharp swords piercing the sky, pointing directly at Voldemort's chest.

"call."

Voldemort's body turned and flew into the air. His tattered cloak, which was full of bullet holes and scratches, rolled up countless scattered snowflakes.

"Whoosh."

Another hole was filled in the cloak, but the wave figure in Voldemort's hand had been pushed out.

"Boom~~"

With a muffled sound, another terminator exploded on the spot, even causing the operator next to it to fly three to five meters away.

"Whoosh."

Returning to the castle again, Voldemort was breathing heavily.

Unlike the use of magic spells, flying spells require physical support.

When adjusting the direction, in addition to the support and changes of magic power, the body will also instinctively tighten.

And wandering between life and death makes the instinctive tension even more consuming.

So, when he stopped, his tattered cloak trailed behind him, his body hunched over and panting, sweat dripped down his curly hair and fell to the ground.

"Take a rest, Voldemort, you have done well enough."

Dumbledore spoke slowly and reached out to pat Voldemort on the shoulder.

To this day, it was the first time that he recognized the child beside him from the bottom of his heart.

"I can still destroy more before the war begins."

Voldemort forced a stubborn smile, he obviously would not listen to Dumbledore's opinion.

"Don't wait until the big battle...when you lose your strength."

While Dumbledore was speaking, he looked down at the sweat in his hands.

The moment he touched his shoulder, his hand became wet.

Fine snowflakes fell on the wet hands, and instantly merged with them, losing their original appearance.

"I have prepared enough energy potions."

When Dumbledore looked down at the snowflakes melting, Voldemort responded, then his figure flickered and disappeared again.

"Bang."

The muffled sound of gunshots came from a distance, and everyone relied on this sound to find Voldemort.

Among the white snow, the black cloak was spinning, and the light from the explosion wave pattern was extremely dazzling.

"boom."

The roar was shocking, but what was even more shocking was Voldemort's unyielding will.

The endless termination machines made all the wizards involved in the defense despair, but only Voldemort had no fear in his heart.

Like a foolish old man who moves mountains, like a thief who hides his ears and steals a bell, he upholds the determination in his heart, and is as stupid as a cricket shaking a tree, resisting everything without overestimating his own capabilities, and chasing the small hope in his heart.

"Bang."

A sudden gunshot made everyone turn their eyes in surprise, just because Voldemort had not disappeared from the previous place.

It's Dumbledore.

His long snow-white hair, beard, and purple clothes were all extremely eye-catching.

"Bang."

The same explosive spell, the same Shatter Terminator, and then the same Apparition away.

But when his figure appeared on the castle again, everyone saw his rickety figure and the blood spurting from his mouth when he bent over.

"Old guy, are you looking for death?"

Voldemort flashed back and shouted angrily with dissatisfaction.

"Haha, I guessed that the Iron Armor Curse couldn't protect against sniper rifle bullets, but I still didn't believe it... Ahem... Damn it, you should wear a bulletproof suit."

Dumbledore rubbed his chest and said painfully.

"Injured?" Voldemort stepped forward and checked his chest.

It was purple and blue, but there were no signs of being penetrated by bullets.

"The iron armor curse was not completely broken, but it was still wrapped in bullets and hit in the chest. Damn it..."

"Bang."

A gunshot interrupted Dumbledore's words and caused him and Voldemort to look to the southwest.

There, a running terminator was stained red with blood.

On its pedestal was an apprentice wizard from the Lion Academy whose body was almost torn apart by a sniper rifle. He was coughing up blood in pain.

But he didn't care about his broken waist or the blood he coughed up. Instead, he raised the wand with difficulty and uttered the explosive curse incomprehensibly.

"All teachers and students are prohibited from destroying the termination machine, defend, defend."

Dumbledore's voice spread throughout the battlefield, causing everyone to wake up from the tragic scene.

But before they could look away, a figure suddenly appeared behind the terminal.

The long wet hair, the tattered cloak, the slightly rickety body and the elder wand in each segment.

It was Voldemort. He was hanging quietly above the broken wizard apprentice.

"Stupid Lion Academy students, when will you be able to distinguish between recklessness and impulsiveness?"

Voldemort's voice spread across the battlefield, and at the moment his voice fell, a gunshot rang out.

"Whoosh."

Voldemort's figure moved first, and then the green wave hanging next to him exploded violently.

“Swish swish swish~~~”

Countless people apparated away to avoid the ever-expanding life-threatening wave pattern.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The nearby terminators were swept away by Voldemort.

Then, he used his wand to lift up the body of the dead wizard apprentice and slowly flew towards the castle.

Countless sniper rifles were aimed at Voldemort, but no bullets were fired.

Even if they were enemies, it was just because they had different beliefs. The enemy did not stop Voldemort's behavior of just bringing back the corpses of his own dead.

"Why didn't you use this method earlier?" Dumbledore took the body of the wizard apprentice from the Lion Court and stretched out his hand to feel his breath.

Dead, dead before that.

"I have the illusion that the battle can be terminated through negotiation." Voldemort replied coldly, looking into the distance with a sinister look.

"The student's death makes you feel that the battle cannot be ended?" Dumbledore asked.

"No, it was the way he died, Albus. This is a war between magic and technology. Don't take chances anymore."

Voldemort said, his figure disappeared again, and then another green light lit up.