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Devereaux murmured softly, trying to recall the intersection between the two.

Recalling that he had indeed stopped Quirrell's actions, he had also cast a curse at St. Mungo's and caused some trouble for Voldemort.

But those were just minor episodes, and they were far from enough for Voldemort to mobilize so many troops or even set traps to intercept him.

"What does this guy want to do?"

Devereux's eyes narrowed.

Voldemort's voice was low and mocking as he muttered to himself.

"Oh, Dumbledore is really good at hedging his bets and playing a good hand. Okay, boy, I have no interest in wasting time with you anymore."

After saying that, he slowly retreated, and his figure began to turn into a black mist.

Devereaux immediately realized Voldemort's intentions and cursed in his mind.

"Want to run? No way!"

He waved his wand without hesitation and shouted coldly.

"Confinement them all!"

In an instant, the four directions of the teacher's lounge were covered with fine white threads like a spider web.

This is not an ordinary magic, but a spell that Devereaux learned from Professor Flitwick and improved it to become a kind of imprisonment that can seal away souls and entities.

When Voldemort saw this, a contemptuous smile appeared on his face.

"You think this little trick can trap me?"

The black mist hit the white thread like a strong wind.

However, the next second, a dull "dong" sound echoed.

The black mist was actually bounced back!

I saw Voldemort's figure lying on the ground in a state of embarrassment, his face full of shock.

His eyes were fixed on the seemingly soft but extremely tough thread, obviously not expecting to be blocked by this kind of magic.

"What's the matter, Tom?"

Devereux stood not far away, with a playful smile on his face and a voice full of teasing.

"Why did you hit the wall? Didn't you wake up?"

Voldemort narrowed his eyes and looked gloomy.

He stood up slowly, hummed softly, raised his wand and touched the white silk thread cautiously.

The moment the tip of the wand made contact with the thread, a subtle buzzing sound emitted.

After a moment, he suddenly chuckled, with a hint of amusement and annoyance in his laughter.

"Hahaha, ancient magic? Rowena... actually has such a method... Boy, you do have some skills."

Devereaux didn't quite understand what the other person meant.

But he was too lazy to care.

He waved his magic wand and shouted coldly:

"Avada Kedavra!"

A cold green light flew towards Voldemort again.

Voldemort reacted quickly, waved his wand skillfully, and summoned the silver shield again, with a cold light shining on the surface of the shield.

However, this is not the first time Devereux has faced it as a "novice".

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he rushed forward suddenly. Taking advantage of the shield to block Voldemort's sight and the shield being weakened by the Death Curse, he held his left hand, and with the surge of magic power, a green giant arm extended from his arm. .

"drink!"

The green giant arm slammed into the silver shield, and there was a loud noise. The shield cracked and the fragments flew everywhere!

The giant arm continued to hit Voldemort's chest, its momentum was like thunder.

However, the moment the giant arm was about to touch Voldemort, his body dissipated like a mass of mist.

The giant green arm passed through the black fog and fell into the air, bringing with it a deafening sound of wind.

"hehe,"

Voldemort's ferocious laughter came from the black fog, and his voice was as cold as a snake.

"You are quite capable, but this game has just begun."

"The fire snake comes out of its cave!"

Before he finished speaking, several blazing fiery snakes swept in from the direction where Voldemort turned into black mist.

Each fire snake carries scorching heat and deadly power, as if it wants to swallow the entire space.

Devereux's pupils shrank, and he instantly recognized this move.

It is the upgraded version of the Lihuo Curse!

When Marcus used this move against him, he almost suffered a big loss.

But it's different now, he has mastered how to deal with it!

He quickly twisted the wand in reverse direction, and as the magic flowed, a faint ripple spread from the tip of his wand.

As soon as those ferocious fire snakes approached Devereux, they seemed to be attracted by invisible forces. They turned around and turned into green flames, hovering in the air, and then quickly annihilated.

Voldemort's black mist form re-condensed into an entity after the fire snake dissipated. He stood firm, his eyes were cold, and he looked at Devereaux with a bit of inquiry.

Devereux looked at him the same way.

While staring at Voldemort's gradually recovering physical form, he quickly analyzed it in his mind.

"This guy's black mist... doesn't feel like pure magic, but more like a product that combines Animagus transformation and black magic. Maybe it also has ingredients in potions? No wonder I can't learn it. "

But now there is no doubt that Devereaux has the upper hand!

Voldemort stared at Devereaux with cold eyes and a strange smile on his lips.

He slowly raised his left hand and pressed it gently on his temple, as if communicating with some invisible existence.

"Our friends don't seem interested in me taking charge,"

Voldemort murmured softly, his voice low but with an inexplicable chill.

“So, let’s do Plan B.”

Devereaux frowned, alarm bells ringing in his heart.

He stared at Voldemort, trying to see something from his expression, but Voldemort's face revealed nothing except that heart-pounding smile.

"What on earth is this guy up to?"

Deverot thought to himself, subconsciously holding the wand in his hand tighter.

Voldemort seemed to sense his uneasiness, and suddenly looked up at him, his laughter gradually becoming wanton and unbridled.

There was an almost fanatical light in his eyes, as if he had thrown away all his worries.

"To be honest, kid, I haven't really risked my life for a long time,"

Voldemort spoke slowly, with a tone of almost morbid excitement.

"Now that I think about it, this may be a long-lost, exciting experience."

Deverot's heartbeat quickened, and he tried to calm himself down, but the dangerous aura of Voldemort seemed to lower the temperature of the whole room a few degrees.

Voldemort didn't say anything more, he slowly raised his wand and pointed it directly at Deverot.

His movements were steady and full of oppression.

"Come on, boy,"

Voldemort chuckled, his voice full of mockery and madness.

"Let's see, whether I take your life or I will die under your stick!"