Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

Dementors were created by Exdeath, a dark wizard from ancient times.

He kept torturing the fishermen and sailors he captured, and also used vicious magic to torture them, eventually causing them to become inhuman and ghostly.

But in essence, the dark wizard Exdeath did not intend to create dementors.

Dementors can only be called the accidental product of his evil tendencies.

And it was this unexpected product that became a terrifying existence for all wizards.

They are somewhere between entities and spirits, neither dead nor alive, and are interested in sucking the happiness out of others.

But that's not the scariest thing about him.

Dementors are terrifying because of their endless demands for souls.

Just like what Voldemort just did, sucking other people's souls can make them strong and comfortable.

Voldemort, who had already fallen into boundless darkness and wanted to destroy everything, became infinitely greedy for souls after becoming one with the Dementors.

It can be said that Voldemort at this time has embarked on a path of no return.

Even if his remaining sanity allows him to refuse to harm the people behind him, what else can stop him?

The bow and arrow will pass through the body, causing no damage at all.

The sword can't hurt him at all, even because the enemy is closer to him, making it easier for him to suck the soul.

And the life-sucking Botu that he swallowed gradually began to take effect after he sucked in more souls.

The originally dark gray and almost transparent spirit body slowly formed wisps of green mist surrounding him.

When there was enough mist, a truly frightening scene happened when he rushed into the enemy team at once.

He just stood there, looking up to the sky and letting out a weird roar.

Then, the green mist around him shuttled through the armored enemies around him like invisible tentacles.

Those steel armors can't stop the green mist from passing through.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

After just a few exchanges, those people's souls were caught in the mist, dragged out of their bodies, and transferred into Voldemort's eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.

A team of seven people corresponds to Voldemort's seven orifices, and the one who sucks them can no longer be silky and comfortable.

And this demonic scene finally frightened the enemy's morale.

"Retreat, we can't defeat this at all."

"Try using missiles. It is impossible for humans to defeat such a monster."

"Stop the terminator, stop the terminator, maybe the magic can still deal with him."

The soldiers shouted out their thoughts. Obviously, brave warriors are not afraid of death.

"Everyone retreats, everyone retreats, the termination machine is closing, the termination machine is closing, everyone..."

The temporary commander began to issue new instructions, but before he could finish speaking, Voldemort had already floated to his side.

"Woo~~~"

There was a sound like a strong wind blowing into a hollow, accompanied by wisps of green mist rolling in. A dozen people, including the temporary commander, were instantly sucked to death by his souls.

The speed of this killing was really shocking. In just three to five seconds, it took away the lives of more than a dozen people.

Seeing the temporary commander dead, the soldiers' mentality finally collapsed. They no longer cared about the formation, and each used their own methods to escape.

The fastest group of people are the archers. Although they also have armor, it is relatively thin, which allows them to run as fast as they can.

Next are those who hold swords. Although their armor is thick, they still have an advantage over their teammates holding large shields.

The worst thing was the goalkeepers holding the shield. They threw away the shield, but the problem was that the armor was also the thickest.

Moreover, putting on that heavy armor requires the help of teammates.

At this time, the teammates were busy escaping and had no time to help them undress and undress.

As a result, an interesting scene appeared on the battlefield. The archers ran in front. They even had time to take off their thin armor.

The soldiers followed closely behind, most of them throwing away their helmets, but they had no time to take off their slightly thick armor.

As for the shield bearer, the enemy who is also called the goalkeeper, he makes a sound of "吭哧吭Chi" and runs hard.

But does this mean anything?

Of course not. Voldemort's body is more illusory than that of a dementor. In essence, he is somewhat close to a ghost.

In this state, Voldemort, not to mention the goalkeeper wearing the thickest armor, even the batsman who threw the bow and arrow armor, could not surpass him in speed.

So Voldemort leaned forward and flew, and the green mist around him kept sweeping over the crowd and bringing souls to him.

He just made a "wow" sound and pushed forward like a bomber.

This strange scene did not even make the people on the bell tower feel the joy of victory. They just watched this scene in horror, watching each enemy lose their soul and fall to the ground.

massacre?

No, massacre is not enough to describe such a scene.

"What kind of magic is this?"

Everyone, who had been stunned for a long time, was finally broken by a voice.

It was Snape. He looked at Voldemort in the distance in horror, his eyes full of fear.

"The master has mastered this magic when he is in the soul state."

It was Quirrell who spoke. He still had some understanding of the [Darkest Hour]. "In this state, the master will only continue killing until all life and even the entire planet are destroyed."

"Keep killing?"

Abu looked at Quirrell in surprise, as if to make sure he wasn't joking.

"Yes, it is extremely difficult for the master to keep killing and exit this state, but now it seems..."

Quirrell sighed and stopped talking, and everyone understood what he meant.

Now it seems that it may be difficult for the Dark Lord to exit this state.

In other words, the killings are likely to continue.

"He's getting bigger."

Professor McGonagall said in a trembling voice, "Every time he absorbs a soul, he will become bigger. Although one soul will not make him much bigger, it is easy to see if there are more souls."

After hearing this, everyone once again looked at Voldemort in surprise.

Indeed, compared to when Voldemort first appeared, he is now more than half a meter taller.

Also changing were the enlarged tattered cloak and the green mist surrounding him.

"I really don't know whether I should be happy or sad at this time."

It was Professor Flitwick. He was standing on the railing, looking at Voldemort's retreating back with complex eyes.

"At least it's good for us now."

Abu's voice sounded and became firm, "Move, since the Dark Lord's condition is uncontrollable, it becomes unsafe for us to stay here."

"Deans of each college, move the students first, followed by Dumbledore's body,"

Professor McGonagall also woke up from the surprise, and quickly gathered her thoughts and gave the order, "Hagrid, help me take care of the Gryffindor students and help them leave. I need to continue to observe here."

"Okay, Professor."

The tall Hagrid nodded, looked away from Voldemort who was retreating, and replied with a thick nasal voice.