Mastering Lightning from Hogwarts

Voldemort transformed into billowing black smoke, lunging towards Doom like a descending evil spirit, all the while filled with mocking taunts.

"Herald of Doom! You know nothing of true power! Today, I will show you what true immortality is!"

"You? A defeated cur who only knows how to eke out a pathetic existence dares to be insolent before me!"

Facing Voldemort, who had manifested in his soul form, Doom showed no fear. He retracted the flaming whip in his hand and lashed it fiercely at the black smoke in the air.

The blazing whip transformed into sharp lines of fire in mid-air. As Doom accelerated his strikes, it gradually formed a dense net, enveloping Voldemort.

But in his special form, Voldemort was exceptionally agile. No matter how fierce Doom's attacks were, he was always a step ahead, watching him dodge with ease.

However, sensing the power imbued in the whip, Voldemort knew that this big guy was indeed difficult to deal with, especially in his current incomplete state. He needed a quick victory!

With that thought, Voldemort suddenly roared, emitting a soundless shriek that pierced directly into the soul.

The power of this shriek was astonishing. Even Snape and Harry, who were very far away, felt a sharp pain in their brains.

But Voldemort's attack was like a tickle to Doom. "What a feeble soul shriek! You expect to defeat me with such an attack?"

After the taunt, Doom once again brandished the whip, but this time he didn't use the usual forceful lashing attack. Instead, he chose to quickly spin the fire whip, turning it into a conical firestorm that enveloped Voldemort.

Seeing that his soul attack was almost ineffective against Doom, Voldemort couldn't help but be secretly alarmed. He had researched this attack for many years, immersing himself in soul magic.

As long as the opponent was a life form with a soul, they should be affected to some extent!

But there was no time for him to think. This fire whip formed a storm of flames that, in addition to having a very wide attack range, also had a very strong suction force. A moment of carelessness would see him sucked into this fiery vortex.

Clearly, Doom seemed to have found the best way to deal with him. In Voldemort's smoke form, resisting this powerful vacuum cleaner was very difficult.

But at this moment, Voldemort made a move that shocked everyone: he actually plunged headfirst into the fiery vortex.

"Heh, knowing you have no chance of winning, you plan to commit suicide? I thought you could bring me more fun. What a disappointment."

Watching Voldemort disappear into his firestorm, Doom sneered mockingly.

This scene surprised Snape and the others in the distance. They had been quietly retreating, hoping to take advantage of the two's fight to escape this battlefield.

But Voldemort suddenly disappeared like that?

Was this really the former Dark Lord? Why was he performing so poorly? Or had the Herald of Doom really become so powerful?

Snape watched his former master, to whom he had sworn allegiance, disappear into the flames like a moth to a flame. The shock in his heart was indescribable.

Although he hated Voldemort for cruelly taking away the one he loved, he also feared the other's power. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so distraught when he saw Voldemort appear.

But the Dark Lord, who was almost invincible in his mind, was so easily killed? This even made him feel a sense of absurdity and unreality.

"Professor! Even the Dark Lord couldn't stop that Herald of Doom! What are we going to do now?" Voldemort was too far removed from muggle-born witches like Hermione. She was more concerned about her own safety.

"Run as far as you can! I hope Anduin and the others can arrive in time. That bastard really screwed us over, finding such a hellhole to set up his broken instance!"

Pulled back to reality by Hermione, Snape could only helplessly suggest, while hating Anduin to the core.

"But is it really useful for us to blindly run away? This is his territory. He'll definitely catch up soon." Harry frowned slightly, somewhat pessimistically. "Or should we split up? Maybe one of us can escape."

"No!"

Snape immediately denied. Splitting up meant abandoning some of them, and the weaker they were, the lower their chances of escape.

He couldn't watch these little wizards be slaughtered like helpless chicks!

"If Doom really catches up, I'll find a way to stop him. It's not time for you to sacrifice yourselves!"

Snape's tone was very firm, leaving no room for the other four to argue.

Hearing Snape's words, the others could only reluctantly trudge forward, but they were soon interrupted by Ron's words.

"Look, Doom seems to be acting a little strange!" Ron just wanted to look back and observe the situation in the distance, but he suddenly widened his eyes as if he had seen something strange.

"Huh?"

Reminded by Ron, the others turned back to look.

Sure enough, Doom's condition was very wrong. He had already dealt with Voldemort and should have been chasing them, but now he was standing there blankly, as if he had lost consciousness.

This situation didn't last long. Soon, Doom trembled all over, bent down, and clutched his head in pain, roaring incessantly.

"Who? Who is in my head? Get out of my head now!"

A low laugh suddenly came from within Doom, and wisps of black smoke began to emanate from his body.

"Doom! You didn't think I would be defeated so easily, did you?" Voldemort taunted triumphantly, his voice echoing across the open space through Doom's body. "Stop struggling and obediently hand over your body to me! No one in this world can surpass me in the study of soul magic!"

"Damn it! Wasn't your soul burned to ashes by the flames? How did you get into my body? Why?" Doom's brain was in so much pain that it felt like it was about to split open. He couldn't understand how Voldemort had done all this.

"Haha! My soul is immortal. Did you think I was joking? How could mere mortal fire do anything to me? Even Fiendfyre can't destroy my will in a short time!"

Voldemort laughed wildly, then increased his power to fight for control of Doom's body, causing Doom's expression to become even more painful.

The reason why Voldemort was able to successfully enter Doom's body wasn't as easy as he made it out to be. His soul had indeed become difficult to destroy for some reason, but that didn't mean it couldn't be weakened or injured.

So when he plunged into the fiery vortex, he was actually enduring intense pain, but this pain was obviously worth it to him.

Voldemort finally followed Doom's right hand, which held the whip, and successfully possessed him.

As soon as he entered Doom's body, Voldemort absorbed magic power while advancing towards the other's brain, trying to control this great demon like he had controlled Quirrell.

If he could obtain such a powerful body, what need would he have for the Philosopher's Stone? With this body and his magical abilities, ruling the wizarding world would be a piece of cake.

However, what Voldemort found strange was that Doom's brain structure and soul state were very peculiar, completely different from any life form he had ever seen.

The carrier used to contain consciousness was actually a strange bead inside the head, looking like an artificial product.

Perhaps this was the unique characteristic of the demon race. Voldemort didn't think much about it and plunged into the consciousness ball, fighting fiercely with Doom's consciousness.

This battle between soul and consciousness was surprisingly smooth for Voldemort. Doom's consciousness was as weak as a child.

The soul war he had imagined didn't happen. In just a few dozen seconds, he completely erased Doom's consciousness.

In the eyes of Harry and the others in the distance, Doom first wailed in pain on the spot, and then collapsed to the ground as if he had been knocked unconscious.

"What's going on?" Ron looked at the scene in the distance in a daze, not even reacting for a moment.

"It seems that Voldemort didn't die. Instead, he entered Doom's body and is fighting him for control of the body!" Hermione guessed cautiously based on their previous conversation.

"What about now? Who won?" Harry looked around in a daze. Voldemort and Doom were too high-level for him, so he couldn't see anything.

"I don't know. Maybe Voldemort won. After all, he is a master of soul magic. But maybe Doom won. It's his own body, after all. He has home-field advantage." Snape shook his head helplessly. Even he couldn't figure out what was going on.

"Could they both be severely injured?" Ron tilted his head with a whimsical idea. "Then would we be safe?"

"It's best not to be so optimistic. We should leave now. The farther we are from here, the safer we'll be!" Snape shook his head decisively. He wasn't as naive as the little wizards. Once the situation changed, they would face a fatal blow.

"Want to escape? You can't leave!"

Just as Snape pulled Harry and the others to continue moving, a gloomy voice came from Doom's body, unusually clear even though they were hundreds of meters away.

Hearing these words, Snape and the four little wizards all stopped abruptly, and a chill rose in their hearts.

They could hear that the voice coming from Doom was Voldemort's!

Snape looked at the distance in disbelief and couldn't help swallowing. "You… you took over Doom? That's impossible! How could it be so fast?"

"Hehehe! Nothing is impossible in front of me!"

Doom slowly propped up his fallen body. After standing up again, he showed a sinister smile on his face and mocked.

After taunting, Voldemort, who had completely occupied Doom's body, couldn't help but stretch out his hands and admiringly looked at this body with fascination.

"Just standing here, I can feel the violent magic power in my body. It's true that he is a demon. What an amazing body!"

After indulging in himself for a moment, Voldemort turned his head to look at Snape and the others, focusing his gaze on Harry as he strode towards them.

"Potter! The boy in the prophecy! I actually regarded you as a threat back then. It's laughable now. How weak you are in my eyes, like an ant that can be crushed at will!"

Then Voldemort turned to look at Snape, muttering in a flat tone, "And you, my most loyal subordinate, since you have chosen to betray me, you must bear the wrath of the Dark Lord."

Seemingly because he had obtained too much power, Voldemort no longer had the hysteria he had at first. Instead, he was unusually calm, as if he were a superior being who could control everything. His contemptuous eyes were like cold moonlight shining on everyone.

Seeing that the situation had reached a point of no return, Snape could only stubbornly stand in front of Harry and the others. "I'm sorry, but I can't let you hurt them, Dark Lord. You've already gained enough. Stop now!"

"Heh, I didn't expect you to become Dumbledore's loyal dog in just a few years? Or did being a dogshit professor at Hogwarts make you find your purpose in life?"

Voldemort glanced at Snape with disdain, then glanced at Harry next to him. "Oh! That's right, you've become like this because of our dear Mr. Potter, after all, he is…"

"Enough!" Snape suddenly interrupted him, glaring at him with a gloomy expression.

"Haha! I hit a sore spot." Voldemort grinned triumphantly, laughing especially happily. "In that case, I'll let you witness how I torture Mr. Potter to death!"

Snape's expression could no longer be described as ugly, but he still forced himself to put on a brave face and said, "Not everyone in this world is afraid of you. I hope you can continue to laugh when you face Albus and Anduin in the future."

"Hmph, your mouth has really become harder and harder after not seeing you for a few years." Voldemort laughed even more wildly, and his eyes became more and more dangerous. "With the power I have now, I will not fear anyone. Where are Dumbledore and Anduin you mentioned? Let them come out!"