I was expelled from Hogwarts?

The plain, which was still unbearably hot, was completely frozen in just a few minutes, like a permafrost that would never melt.

The hot mist also turned into hail and fell on the ground, and the snowflakes fell rustlingly, covering the wasteland silver again.

Rove is like a child who is frightened of poverty. He spends carefully on weekdays, but when he gets rich suddenly, he starts retaliatory consumption and squanders that majestic magic power wantonly.

Even the manor, which is like spring all the year round, has been affected.

Towering ancient trees with rustling branches and leaves, a snow-white waterfall cascading down from a high place in the manor instantly froze, like an ice pick hanging from the eaves.

Standing in the room, even leaning against the fireplace, Nico felt his hands and feet were cold, and his joints and bones began to ache, as if bitten by ants.

He smiled wryly, and really wanted Rove...to quickly accept the "supernatural power"!

The weather spell is an extremely high-end and complex magic, like Newt's box, which uses this spell extensively to create a suitable living environment for different magical creatures.

Nicole hasn't seen such a level of weather change like Rove's for many years.

Of course, Rove took a trick. He absorbed the magic power in the manor to create such a large-scale snowfield.

But in the final analysis, it is he who has mastered this magic in order to exert the best effect.

Looking at Rove fighting Voldemort through the huge glass ball, Nico felt sincerely that the 14-year-old Rove is really a genius that cannot be guessed by common sense.

Dumbledore back then seemed to be far inferior.

Standing behind the magic barrier, Rove looked at the black python formed by the Fierce Fire Curse.

It was originally tens of meters, but now its size has been reduced by wear and tear, like a flickering candle, faltering in the wind and snow, flickering, no longer the terrible scene before.

The young man raised his magic wand, and several rays of light burst out, slashed across the flames, and chopped the black python into two, four, eight, sixteen.

The devil's flames split into pieces like heavy rain, and fell on the ground. Looking from a distance, they looked like blooming flowers on a snowy field.

Luo Fu put his fingers together, yelled "Get up", and then wiped lightly, and an ice dragon more than one meter long rose from the ground.

After it circled in mid-air for a week, wrapped in falling snowflakes, its size became bigger and bigger, and soon its wingspan reached more than ten meters.

Rove soared into the air, driving towards Voldemort swiftly.

On the snowy field, the frozen ice sculpture burst into pieces.

Voldemort broke through the ice, shaking off countless ice cubes on his body, and the debris fell like snow!

Rove stood on top of the ice dragon, with the breeze blowing on his face, the already handsome young man became more and more chic. He stood with his hands behind his back and said with a condescending smile:

"Tom, you can only come here, not beyond!"

Voldemort looked at Scamander with a dazed look in his eyes, and he suddenly remembered that he was so energetic fifty years ago.

The Dark Lord said slowly: "Scamander, I suddenly don't want to kill you!"

Rolf narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

"I'm going to turn you into an alchemy puppet with a sense of preservation... to play with day and night."

"..."

Unexpectedly, the Dark Lord is still a puppet master, so it's a lot of fun.

Voldemort raised his wand, just waved it casually, and in an instant, a wall of ice several meters thick was erected.

Rove stomped his feet, and the ice dragon under his feet opened his mouth wide, and a dozen huge ice cones spit out out of thin air. They lined up one by one, shot obliquely towards the ice wall, and inserted them hard.

Cracks appeared in the thick ice wall, and quickly smashed to the ground like a huge piece of glass, shattered and scattered, and the cracking sound pierced the eardrums.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes, he flicked his wand, summoned a silver shield from the air, and stood in front of him.

The ice dragon slammed into the shield with its huge head, making a low, gong-like sound.

The color of the shield has faded a lot, but it is still solid, and the ice dragon is pressed against its head, unable to move forward at all, so it has to slam down downwards, forcing a deep ditch in the ground.

Rove and Voldemort confront each other.

There was magic in his eyes, and he was about to cast the basilisk's death gaze, only to find that Voldemort had already made Peter close his eyes.

When he was attached to the back of Quirrell's head back then, it was because of this trick that he was stomped on his head... The same move cannot be used against the Dark Lord twice!

With a cold smile on Voldemort's face, he said in a hoarse voice: "Scamander, are you really determined to stop me?"

"Stop you?" Rove stood on the back of the ice dragon, shook his head, and corrected: "Wrong, I want to kill you and Peter!"

"You deserve it?!" Voldemort held up his wand and said sharply, "Avada Kedavra!"

Rove jumped to his feet and dodged the Killing Curse, but the Ice Dragon wasn't so lucky.

It was hit by the green light, like porcelain hit by a hammer. First, there were bursts of crisp cracking sounds, and then, countless lines were cracked.

The ice dragon shattered with a bang, and countless fine pieces of ice were splashed out in all directions. When those ice pieces hit the ground, countless holes were blown out.

Rove was floating in the air, he raised his wand high, aimed at the sky, and said loudly:

"Blade of Ice and Snow!"

The wind and snow all over the sky froze for an instant, and the numerous snowflakes condensed into ice, which instantly tilted like thousands of sword blades.

"fall!"

Rove waved his wand downwards, and the snow densely packed like migratory locusts centered on the young man, circled around quickly, and headed straight towards Voldemort with a chilling air of ice...

Cull away!

Voldemort chanted the spell quickly, and thick, crimson blood oozed from Peter's palm and flew into his mouth.

Peter panted heavily, and soon black mist gushed out of his mouth, like a shadow dancing wildly in the snow.

That group of black smoke full of resentment, howling and ferocious aura flew towards the sky, following the torrential snow blades pouring down...

Head to head!

Between the sky and the earth, the black mist was torn apart and splashed countless times, and the white snow blades were also completely smashed.

But more snow blades were added, seemingly endless.

Voldemort used the "shape changer" to control Peter's body, but this magic has a time limit.

The Dark Lord could feel himself being thrown out of his body by Peter.

Looking at the dark sky, he flew towards the distance without hesitation, like a huge bat.

"Want to go?"

Rove, who was in the air, kept his fingers together, and the snow blades condensed into a majestic ice sword with a length of 100 meters, which tilted on top of Peter's head.

In the end, Voldemort, who was about to be squeezed out, moved sideways abruptly with Peter's body, narrowly dodging the ice blade.

But Peter's right hand was still cut off, and the whole arm was instantly shattered in the sky, and a ball of blood fell to the ground like a torrential rain, dyeing the heavy snow into a strange and terrifying scarlet.

Peter, who had regained control of his body, screamed. He didn't expect that he would get such a gift just after "waking up".

Enduring the severe pain, he continued to fly to the distance while holding his broken body.

Luo Fu stood in place, looking at the sky, and saw that the ice sword shattered and fell like rain, just like the white clouds in the sky were crushed and snow fell.

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