Journey to the Wizarding World of Hogwarts

As soon as the silver-white light touched Voldemort's body, he felt the pain that penetrated deep into his soul.

"Ah ah ah -" the arrogant Dark Lord screamed, his body like smoke kept twisting, and then disappeared from the place with a "pop", and his figure flashed, already more than ten meters away. .

Feeling the owner's anger, the boa constrictor raised its tail high and lashed towards Principal Dumbledore. Feeling the wind pressure approaching, without looking back, the principal disappeared again.

"Impossible, impossible, impossible!" Voldemort roared, "The control of the anti-Apparition circle should be in my hands! How can you still Disapparate!"

Principal Dumbledore appeared in front of the python, which was raised high out of surprise. A short sword inlaid with red gems penetrated deeply into its head. The big snake kept twisting and screaming in pain.

The weapon made by the goblin is not just an ordinary dagger, it is a magic weapon.

It can directly ignore the magical protection of magical creatures and directly cause harm to them.

To put it simply, in front of this dagger, any magic is like a piece of paper.

As long as you can pull it out, you are a sword master!

The big snake didn't know the power of this weapon, and it didn't have high intelligence. It just wanted to throw the wizard on its head to the ground before it died. If it fell from such a high place, even the wizard would be injured!

But after Principal Dumbledore launched a fatal blow to it, it disappeared again.

"Nothing is impossible." His voice lingered in the air, "I taught you your magic."

The giant python fell heavily to the ground, twitched a few times, and then lost its breath.

It's completely dead.

Voldemort's eyes were even redder. He had no idea how Dumbledore had done it. He had absolute confidence in the anti-Apparition Array, but what Dumbledore did made his confidence collapse.

He had obviously gained more powerful power, why, why was he stopped again by this dying old man? !

Once again, Voldemort felt fear growing in his heart, and he felt death approaching.

"Damn it!" Voldemort roared. The giant python killed by Dumbledore fell to the ground weakly. Another giant python emerged from the ground and opened its mouth to bite Principal Dumbledore who had not yet stood firm.

"Oh, so there's more than one?" Mr. Principal raised his eyebrows and stepped away from the powerful blow, his tone full of complaints, "Anyway, it's too much to let an old man run around, Tom !”

Tom, Tom, Tom!

Voldemort is about to explode with rage, Labor and Capital is the Voldemort who makes the rotten country tremble! Not that stupid blue cat who was fooled around by the squirrel!

The furious Voldemort became more and more crazier. One snake was no longer satisfied with him. He released seven snakes in the paddock in one breath.

The size of the snakes can be large or small, which is already his limit, or the limit of a certain spirit body he has swallowed.

The snake with eight heads and eight tails has already killed one head. According to legend, Principal Dumbledore needs to kill the other seven heads to completely kill Voldemort.

Powerful magic condensed in the air as if it had become real. Patterns one after another slowly solidified, and ancient and mysterious words emerged, covering Voldemort's body like a scarlet coat.

The big snakes other than him seemed to have been injected with a huge amount of hormones in an instant. Their bodies continued to expand, their fangs became tougher and sharper, and their cold snake eyes were stained with scarlet.

The smell of danger covered the entire paddock, and the smell of blood was like a wave, rushing towards the principal one after another.

Suffocating.

"You are really getting more and more messy, Tom." Principal Dumbledore's expression turned cold. "I should have told you the consequences of doing this, right?"

No matter how the Ministry of Magic tries to hide it, the fundamental reason why there is little communication between the Eastern and Western mystical sides is that... they are actually two different paths.

Maybe their destinations are the same by different routes, but if you haven't even reached the destination, how can you change paths halfway?

Only a country like Neon Country, which is accustomed to worshiping the strong, would accept two different and mutually opposing paths in its own country in a very awkward way, right?

Is this probably why they like viaducts?

If you can't walk any further, just jump down?

It is indeed a country that walks a tightrope.

Treat mystery with the same paranoia they treat their lives.

Voldemort's image has changed. A giant black python appeared on the spot, with scarlet snake eyes like a burning source of fire.

"——"

It opened its huge mouth and let out an inaudible roar, causing direct damage to the soul. Even Principal Dumbledore felt dizzy.

Using a higher-level iron armor spell to block Voldemort's meaningless damage, Principal Dumbledore took a deep breath and felt the overwhelming pressure.

"Are you going to fight for your life?" He murmured to himself, staring intently at the giant python twisting its deformed body, feeling that it was in trouble.

After all, I am no longer young!

I don’t know if the students have returned to their homes. If not, I hope they will stay away from here.

The giant python raised its head, and Principal Dumbledore realized that although a snake seemed to have died just now, he still had to face eight heads at this time.

Yamata no Orochi is a monster in Japanese mythology, also known as Yamata Torochi and Yamata Torochi. It is considered to be a symbol of water damage in the Izumo area in ancient times.

According to the "Kojiki", the legendary Yamata-no-Orochi that existed in the Neon Kingdom had eight heads and eight tails. Its body covered eight mountains and eight valleys, and its moss-covered back was covered with dense cedar and flattened trees. The cypress tree spits poisonous gas like fire from its mouth, and its abdomen is always ulcerated and bleeding.

"Hmm..." Principal Dumbledore adjusted his glasses and seemed to be talking to himself, "Although I haven't seen it with my own eyes, but according to Yaqi...according to the description, shouldn't it be green?"

Voldemort seemed to be unable to listen to his words. He stared straight at him with red eyes. He didn't have the grace and calmness of a wizard when using magic. It was a beast that only relied on instinct to fight.

Although it was only instinct, the difference in size caused a lot of trouble for Principal Dumbledore.

There is no upper limit to the use of Apparition. Simple and crude teleportation brings physical oppression and pain. If Principal Dumbledore could be ten years younger, then he could accompany Voldemort for a whole day.

Unfortunately, time is not forgiving, and Mr. Principal felt that with his own physical strength, he could only hold on for an hour.

Having made up his mind, he put away his mind, dodged the black snake's attack again, and began to chant magic.