Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

Normally, when a normal wizard releases a spell, the thickness of the beam is basically fixed... which is about the same as the tip of a wand.

Of course, individual wizards may be more obvious.

For example, Voldemort's Death Curse is obviously thicker than the normal Death Curse, which also means that the power of the curse will be more powerful.

But it's about the same thickness as an arm... To be honest, Kyle has never even heard of it, not to mention seeing it.

This is beyond the scope of normal magic.

Of course, the effects it brings needless to say.

It was just a simple repel spell that any third-year student could master proficiently, which made the Dark Lord personally feel what it meant to be powerless.

A big hole was punched out of the wall of the Great Hall of Hogwarts by Voldemort.

However, this was not over yet. Voldemort was still pushed, leaving a fifty-foot-long ravine on the outside field before he finally stopped.

However, he also completely changed his appearance. His hands and feet were turned over, his body was dented, and even his face became much flatter. He looked like a Bowtruckle that had been hit by a Bludger for five minutes.

Afterwards, the entire battlefield pressed the pause button because of this sudden scene.

Everyone's eyes fell on Mikel at the door of the auditorium, including Kyle.

He turned his head stiffly, looked at Mikel who fell to the ground due to fatigue, and subconsciously pursed his chapped lips.

He almost forgot about Mikel's special situation.

He was unable to control his own magic power, especially when he first entered the first grade. Mikel successfully put himself into a state of magic overdraft with just a lighting spell, and almost turned into a squib.

For a period of time after that, he only relied on taking magic suppressing potions to barely guarantee that he would not be drained of magic power during class. At the same time, he would also learn how to control magic power with Professor Sprout in his spare time.

Mikel had to study hard to master the innate talents of other wizards, which also directly affected his performance in other areas, such as the practical spell exam.

Mikel's actual performance of magic spells is at the bottom even among Hufflepuffs.

Fortunately, Hogwarts does not have a grade repeating system, otherwise it would be impossible for him to graduate successfully, and he would most likely still be in the third year.

But it is also because of the uncontrollable magic power that Mikel has mastered an ability that no other wizard can do.

He can concentrate all his magic power on a spell, causing its power to undergo earth-shaking changes...

Just like the repel spell just now.

Kyle had no doubt that even Voldemort or Dumbledore in their prime would have to plow ten feet of ground standing there.

"Merlin, luckily Mikel only used the repelling spell." After figuring this out, Kyle felt lucky.

The repelling spell was like that, but if it were replaced by a blasting spell... Kyle shuddered and didn't dare to think about it anymore.

It doesn't matter whether he will be affected or not. If it is really the blasting curse, I'm afraid the entire Hogwarts will have to be rebuilt.

"Damn it, kill that guy!" The furious voice of the Death Eater came from the side, which also made Kyle come back to his senses.

"The Divine Edge is Shadowless!"

He ignored Voldemort who was knocked outside, turned around and pointed his wand in the direction of the auditorium door.

The two Death Eaters who wanted to sneak attack Mikel fell to the ground, blood flowing from the huge wound on their chests.

"Mikel, how are you?" Kyle walked over and asked.

The repelling spell just now also dispersed the fierce fire at the entrance of the auditorium. Mikel lay limply on the ground, barely retaining a little consciousness.

There was nothing he could do about it. Overdrawing his magic power was equivalent to running ten kilometers in one second. It was because of his rich experience that he didn't faint on the spot.

Seeing Kyle coming over, Mikel slowly gave a thumbs up.

"It's really amazing." Kyle said with a smile: "The school should give you a perfect score certificate for the Charms exam. What you did just now, even Dumbledore couldn't do it."

Mikel didn't speak. He had already passed out. Professor McGonagall knocked out a Death Eater and squeezed in from a short distance away.

"Leave him to me!"

Professor McGonagall waved her wand, and a table ran over and carried Mikel off the battlefield.

Only then did Kyle look at the hole in the wall of the auditorium again and look at Voldemort outside.

He looked a little dazed and had not yet recovered from what had just happened.

Perhaps he never dreamed that besides Kyle, Hogwarts also hid such a master.

It is no exaggeration to say that he even felt the threat of death just now.

Voldemort simply couldn't believe that just a repel spell could kill him. The last time he felt this way was when he faced the fierce fire that spanned the entire island in the Hesidian Islands.

But the fierce fire and the repel spell... are like Gryffindor's sword and the butter scraper, they are not on the same level at all.

Voldemort was afraid... This time he was really afraid.

He was afraid that the other party would strike again, this time with a repelling curse, and what if the next time it was a life-killing curse.

And in his current state, let alone the life-killing curse, he might not be able to catch even another repelling curse.

No, this is a conspiracy!

Dumbledore must have done something before he died, or left a secret weapon against him!

"Damn it!"

Voldemort thought with gnashing teeth. He glanced at the old wand in his hand, which was full of holes. He wanted to run away.

Another reason for his failure this time was that this wand restricted his spell. If they completely controlled the old wand, even if all the people in Hogwarts came together, they would not be his opponent.

Yes, he must control the old wand first.

Voldemort turned into a ball of black mist again and flew out of the school.

But Kyle rushed out of the castle at this time.

A fire dragon condensed by Fiendfyre blocked Voldemort, forcing him to stop.

Voldemort looked at Kyle angrily.

Kyle looked back without giving in.

It has been so long, and it is impossible to let Voldemort run away anyway. He has just discovered that the magic that can turn into black mist is troublesome, but it can be ignited by Fiendfyre.

That's easy to say. In addition, Hogwarts prohibits apparition. Voldemort wants to run? Impossible!

"Do you think you've won?" Voldemort looked at Kyle coldly with his scarlet pupils.

Kyle did not answer.

Because more and more people have come, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Chris...

He certainly can't do it alone, but with so many people together, they can definitely kill Voldemort.

Voldemort's face was gloomy, and the veins on his hand holding the wand were prominent.

"I haven't lost yet!" His voice was no longer loud and clear, but became hoarse, making a hissing sound like a snake.

Indeed, he hasn't lost yet.

There is still a group of Death Eaters outside Hogwarts. He has just summoned them. As long as they join the battlefield, they will definitely buy him time to escape.

Voldemort thought to himself, and at the same time scolded the group of rubbish for being slow.

His Dark Mark has appeared for five minutes, but it hasn't arrived yet... Even if it's a group of Muggles, they can come here by now!

Voldemort tried his best to resist more and more spells, and his movements became slower and slower...

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, he heard footsteps.

"Let's go together and kill them!" Voldemort gave the order excitedly.

But no one responded to him, and the silence behind him was terrifying.

Voldemort couldn't help but turn his head, and then he found that there was no Death Eater team behind him. There was only one person from beginning to end.

A witch.

"You are... Diana Safik!"

"Oh, Mom?!"

Voldemort and Kyle spoke at the same time.

"It's me." Diana said with a smile, and then looked at Voldemort, "If you are waiting for someone... Sorry, they may not come."

"You killed them..." Voldemort's face kept changing.

"No, it's just that there was no one outside when I came." Diana's expression did not change, "I think they may be tired, or know that you are going to fail, so they ran away."

"Impossible!" Voldemort blurted out.

He could smell the faint smell of blood on Diana at this moment, how could he not meet anyone.

"If you don't believe me, go and see, anyway, there is no one outside." Diana raised her wand and swung it upwards.

The Black Lake beside him surged, and a thirty-foot-high wave suddenly rose up and hit Voldemort.

After Voldemort dodged, the wave hit the ground again and quickly condensed into ice. Countless sharp ice cones exploded at the same time and pierced Voldemort, like a frozen thorn flower.

At the same time, the huge Fiery Dragon also appeared above Voldemort's head.

This left him with nowhere to hide. His shoulder and thigh were pierced at the same time. The blood left a glaring mark on the ice cone, but it was soon melted by the Fiery Dragon and disappeared.

"Let's end it." Kyle waved his wand again, and the Fiery Dragon swooped down at Voldemort.

"The stone pillar is revived!" Professor McGonagall shouted loudly.

Seven or eight stone statues that had been destroyed long ago stood up again, waving their weapons to slash at Voldemort.

Then came Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout...

"Wind blades pierce!"

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

...

"None of you can kill me!" Voldemort roared crazily, "Avada..."

The old wand suddenly burst into a green sun, and a Kedavra curse with a larger range than before swept across, taking all the spells flying towards Voldemort and disappearing together.

But the old wand also made a crisp sound, and only a wand core was left connecting the wand that was broken in the middle.

"I want to see how many times you can block it!" Kyle gasped and raised the wand again, and Professor McGonagall also stood up with all her strength.

However, at this time, a black shadow suddenly flew past and hit Voldemort directly.

Kyle saw it, but he couldn't stop it.

The Fiendfyre had disappeared just now, and his consumption was really a bit large. It was difficult for him to continue standing now, let alone control such a huge Fiendfyre.

Without Fiendfyre's obstruction, and being led out of the encirclement by the guy who suddenly appeared, Voldemort immediately found an opportunity and flew away with the other party in a ball of black mist.

"Come back, you coward, come back!" Professor McGonagall roared at Voldemort's back.

She couldn't accept it. They were almost victorious, but Voldemort ran away...

"Forget it, Minerva." Diana came over and comforted her: "Voldemort was ready to fight to the death just now. If we continue, we may not be able to kill him completely, but half of the people here will definitely die."

"I don't care!" Professor McGonagall shouted, "I really hope to die with him!"

Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout also echoed, and it can be seen that they are sincere. If they can really drag Voldemort to die together, they will never hesitate.

However, Kyle noticed what Diana said... It may not be possible to kill him completely.

Completely... Yes, Horcrux!

Kyle slapped his head.

He was a little too excited just now, forgetting that Voldemort still had Horcruxes. With this layer of protection, even if he was burned to slag by the Fiendfyre, he would turn into a wandering soul and escape like he did more than ten years ago.

Maybe after a dozen years, he will possess a professor again and come to the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts to steal unicorn blood.

But... he still wants to kill Voldemort.

Kyle rubbed his numb face.

He was not worried at all, or not afraid of Voldemort's comeback.

First of all, his loyal Death Eaters have basically been wiped out. Without help, it is too difficult for Voldemort to revive again, basically impossible.

First of all, there is no way to obtain the flesh of servants... Oh, and there is no way he can find his father's bones.

In addition, even if Voldemort really survives a disaster more than ten years later and finds a way to revive and make a comeback, Kyle is confident that he can hang him up and beat him...

After all, he can't stay where he is during this period. Wouldn't it be easy to deal with Voldemort by then? He will be hung on the highest tower of the castle by then.

So Voldemort's resurrection is just a couple of beatings, which is not very meaningful.

But letting him run away this time made Kyle angry, and he kept greeting Snape in his heart.

He saw that the person who took Voldemort away in the end was Severus Snape. Kyle really wanted to ask him if he really regarded himself as a Death Eater.

"So, do you also want to see Professor Minerva McGonagall and the others being killed?"

"Of course not." Kyle raised his head, looked at Diana in front of him, and whispered: "I just feel unwilling."

"There is no way." Diana said.

Kyle sighed, "But mom, why are you here?"

"Yeah." Chris also ran over, "The Unspoken should not be involved in this kind of... well, a war that is enough to change the pattern of the wizarding world, or have you changed the rules?"

"No, I just quit." Diana said calmly.

She seemed not to want to talk about this topic, and said a few more words to Kyle, and then went to find Professor McGonagall.

Kyle also returned to Hogwarts Castle.

Just now, when they were confronting Voldemort outside, others had already dealt with the Death Eaters in the castle, and everyone was cleaning up the battlefield.

Some people were killed, not only Death Eaters, but also students, professors, and Aurors.

Kyle saw a thin body lying on the cold floor.

Kyle remembered that his name seemed to be Dennis Screevey, a fifth-year student.

He must not be allowed to stay in school at his age, and he must have sneaked back without telling anyone.

And Scrimgeour, the head of the Auror Office, was also dead, and people only found half of his body.

Several young wizards who had just reached adulthood had numb expressions, and there was no excitement and excitement before the war, even if they won.

But this is war.

Everyone thought that war was passionate, and as long as they were full of courage, it would be enough... until they saw the passing of life with their own eyes.

Then they would soon realize the true meaning of war.

That kind of ubiquitous fear will crush all your will, break it up, and crush it, until you completely lose all your fighting spirit and collapse completely.

They were lucky, most of the Death Eaters were contained outside the castle, and the professors had enough energy to concentrate on dealing with the enemies in the castle, otherwise the scene would be even more tragic, and they might collapse before the end of the war.

Kyle also saw Lupin. He was seriously injured. His whole body seemed to be withered, skinny and wrinkled, looking like a dried rue.

It seemed that some kind of black magic was causing this. Fortunately, today was a full moon. The werewolf's body gave him more vitality and recovery ability far beyond that of normal wizards, so he was still alive.

Tonks was taking care of him.

On her other side were Dedalus and Hestia, both of whom were once members of the Order of the Phoenix, but their luck was not as good as Lupin's. They lay there quietly.

Kyle walked around anxiously. Although it was a bit selfish to think so, he was really glad that he didn't see any familiar people or good friends.

Cedric was still alive, and Ryan and Mikkel were lucky to escape.

Fred lost an ear, but he didn't seem to think it was something worth being sad about. Instead, he thought they should celebrate.

Because now everyone can finally tell him apart from George.

"I have a good idea." George sat against the wall, not wanting to move his fingers, but his mouth kept talking, "We can design a unicorn's fake ears. Believe me, your glasses will not fall off when you wear them."

"I think the ears of a three-headed dog are also good." Fred discussed with him enthusiastically.

"Or elephant ears." Kyle couldn't help but join them, "You can use it as a weapon at a critical moment."

"It's a good idea." Fred smiled, "I hope you can make it look better for me, and it'd be better if it can also have the function of retractable ears, otherwise it would be a waste if it's so big."

"I'll try my best." Kyle said with a smile, "But don't you consider the original one you installed? Madam Pomfrey should be able to connect it back."

"Well... forget it this time." Fred shrugged and said nonchalantly: "I've always wanted to install a new one."

"Oh, Harry, I'm so glad you're still alive." Neville's voice came from the corner. "Where are you going?"

"To do something, something that must be done." Harry said, "Only in this way can we defeat Voldemort."

"But..."

"Listen to me, Neville, I hope you can help me with something."

"But Voldemort has..."

"If you see a snake with three heads, you must kill it."

"Harry, I want to say..."

As they were talking, they had already passed the corner.

Looking at the busy people in the castle, Harry was suddenly stunned.

What's going on? Why are everyone cleaning up the battlefield and treating the wounded.

Where are the Death Eaters?

What about the spells that are everywhere?

"That's what I want to say." Neville finally found the opportunity, "Voldemort has been driven away, we have won."

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