Voldemort stared at the night sky, his black robe wavered in the cool breeze along with the overgrown weeds.
The sound of rustling footsteps sounded behind him.
"Felix Hap ..." he said slowly, looking back at the unhurried visitor, Felix looking left and right as if he had been treading curiously along wilderness, with a touch of appropriate novelty.
"Surprisingly, there's no one else and no traps." Felix said, "To be honest, I'm a little surprised."
"Do I need those?" Voldemort asked in return.
The two men looked at each other, their light blue halo and scarlet eyes became conspicuous in the darkness, Voldemort gripped his wand and prepared for the battle, but he still wanted to say a few more words before he did.
"I originally wanted to set the battlefield in the Ministry of Magic, but then there would be too much interference." Voldemort said with regret.
"I thought you are worried about being trapped by Dumbledore and me." Felix said.
"I did have that fear, and the caution proved necessary ..." Voldemort said softly, " It only took one shitty vampire to test it out, whose idea was it? It couldn't have been Dumbledore, he knew I wouldn't fall for it."
Felix didn't say anything.
"The female minister?" Voldemort grinned, "She does have a knack for it, but she doesn't know me well enough. The more fierce the resistance, the more people will die."
"It's strange that you are being so blunt about your greed for life, Dumbledore had long seen through you - you value life, but don't care about other people's lives." Felix said, "Like that vampire, and those two loyal Death Eaters that you discarded like trash."
" The loyalty? I don't need that kind of thing, as long as they fear my power, they will obey me." Voldemort said softly, "You know, the group that initially followed me, now they are old and dead ... When you have a long life, something like servant will be endless, so do I need to know every one of them?"
"Felix Hap, you still cling to the mindset of mortal, clutching those cowardly emotions and not letting go ... When you are old as Dumbledore, you could not even hold your wand, but I will remain as strong as ever, you will understand my greatness then."
"You put yourself in the foot of an Immortal?" Felix asked with a little surprise.
"I am now." Voldemort said.
He drew his wand, his pale, slender fingers brushing over its surface, as he calmly introduced it, "Elmwood, Dragon Heartstring, 18 inches, excellent combination, previously placed in the hands of an owner who could not use its full capabilities ..."
Felix recognized it as Lucius Malfoy's wand.
"It's your turn, Felix Hap." Voldemort looked at him with interest.
With both hands empty, Felix just took another coin out and started playing with it.
"Ebony, dragon heartstring, thirteen inches, my first wand. But alas, it was destroyed that night," he sighed, "I still haven't gotten a chance to find the right one, but it's not a big problem, I don't have such a strong need for a wand as you do - You can't cast your Killing Curse wandless, right?"
"Because my magic is too strong." Voldemort showed a malicious smile, "It would be foolish for you to show up here tonight empty-handed without a suitable wand, but it's normal, and I'm bothered by it too, it's not easy to find a suitable wand for wizard-like you and me."
"What about your own wand?" Felix asked curiously.
Generally speaking, unless there is a huge change in personality and magic power, wizards will not easily replace their wands, the reason is that the initial one will grow along with the owner, and the two will mutually adapt to each other to bring out the strongest magic power without any worries.
Voldemort's face twisted slightly. His wand ... was picked up by Dumbledore, he gritted his teeth and thought that it might have been destroyed.
It can be said that since the resurrection, he was unable to exert his strongest power, the reason is that his wand could not withstand it. Crouch Jr.'s wand is actually very good, but after the battle a month ago, the wand remains traumatized, and every time you hold it you can feel the wand's sadness.
As a last resort, Voldemort replaced it with Lucius'. It is good that Lucius knows what to do, or else he certainly would've been a part of today's daytime attack. Who let his son and Potter to develop that bright fire-making spell together?
Although Lucius swore that it was all Felix Hap's bad taste - he liked to put students with grudges together, and Draco was an unfortunate victim - and offered to contribute his own wand, but he still felt dissatisfied.
He desperately wanted a powerful wand that could match his strength and status.
Felix smacked his lips, he did not know that Voldemort's wand was picked up by Dumbledore, and locked in the drawer in the office. He thought it was lost more than ten years ago. But that didn't stop Felix from poking Voldemort's scars.
"It seems that this kind of trouble can only be experienced by the two of us, you know, coming back from the dead."
He deliberately emphasized the last word, and not surprisingly, Voldemort's reaction is intense.
"You're lying." Voldemort said sternly, his red eyes fixed on Felix's face, "Felix Hap ... I thought long and hard about it, my magic didn't hit you, or at best, only part of it ... You transformed your body as well? "
Felix's heart fluttered.
He tasted something from this sentence, but now is not the time to think, he secretly jotted down, and then continue to spare no effort to increase the chances of victory in the next battle, "as you guessed, it seems like my transformation was very successful, the only shortcoming is that I lost my wand, but at least there is not much disfigurement ... ... And I think my eyes are quite prettier than yours."
Compared with the scarlet eyes in Voldemort's eye sockets, Felix's pupils are filled with a mystical and mesmerizing aura of a wizard.
This is the price that one must pay to gain power, what do you know! Voldemort thought hatefully, but these words could not be said to Felix, and there is no longer the need to say more. He raised his wand, and a dazzling green light pierced through the thick darkness and flew straight to Felix.
The coin in Felix's hand quickly expanded in the air, and in the blink of an eye, it enlarged a thousand times and stood in front of him like a thick brick wall.
The Killing Curse was blocked.
"What--" Voldemort shouted incredulously.
"This is the power of money," said Felix teasingly, "maybe this does not seem too conceivable to you, after all, you went to school without money, and after graduation, you did not work honestly -"
"You think I can only use unforgivable curses?" Voldemort gave an icy smile. His wand suddenly swung like a whip, and the gravel on the ground sprinted toward Felix with a mournful whistling sound. Felix disappeared, and in less than a second, he reappeared behind Voldemort, holding a glowing book of runes in his hand, casually flipping a page, and a shadow of ancient magic rushed out from the book, combining with the runic symbols in the sky to form hundreds of black lightning bolts that struck Voldemort head-on.
The darkness was pierced through like thin paper, as the white flames followed, condensing into a sharp sword.
The ear-piercing tearing sound and dull impact sound mixed together, Voldemort from the dense darkness pulled out the silver shield, the black lightning was blocked, but then the long sword of fire pierced through it, and emitted a " zhi zi " sound.
Voldemort pointed hard, the silver shield rushed high into the air and was burned clean in the air.
He smoothly extended his arm, and his wand traced a circle, Circling Felix in it. In an instant the surrounding weeds grew wildly, turning into a thin snake, hissing and swirling around Felix, followed by a surge of endless green snakes. Felix was prepared, golden flames like liquid poured out from his hands, and transformed into a raging Erumpents, these behemoths that lived in unknown mountains raised their thick hooves, and trampled the grass snakes, which burned to dust.
Voldemort mumbled something under his breath, his voice raspy and low, a strange hissing sound that sounded creepy, and Felix knew it was a Parseltongue.
He cautiously Apparited to the other side, but immediately his vision abruptly darkened, and the sounds disappeared along with it. He seemed to be robbed of his senses, it was a curse ... Felix reacted instantly. Magic perspective, Voldemort's magic continues to converge, forming a haunting wave -
"Avada Kedavra!"
"Protego Maxima!"
The Killing Curse and the Shield Charm that has a physical form collided together, the tall and lanky Iron Knight held up a bloodstained shield to block the front, and the power of the Killing Curse made Felix's hair stand on end, as he wondered whether the protection magic on Harry could withstand ...
Felix thought idly while putting his hand on the knight's armour, transferring the curse to it, and immediately his senses that disappeared returned, at the same time, the knight got drowned in a dazzling green light.
What is Voldemort's weakness?
Emotion?
Felix used his mind and casually released the Rain Swallow Patronus, a silver Patronus nimbly twisted and turned in the air, dodging a green light, and then suddenly expanded as it approached Voldemort, and opened its mouth to spit out two black dementors.
A cold coolness covered all around, the air around seemed to freeze, and the fog converged in the cold night and kept drifting.
"Dementors?" Voldemort laughed, "You used a dementor against me?" His eyes turned red, the dementors simply did not dare to come forward, they scattered and fled, two deep black lights passed, and the dementors moved like a decaying rag. They did not seem to die, just hanging in midair, but no longer seem to be able to move, as they floated in the air, the folds of their black cloaks swayed feebly, serving as a soundtrack for the battle.
But Felix's purpose was different.
The Thinking Room is dragged from his mind into reality, then Felix and the Rain Swallow Patronus' senses got connected with each other, providing an additional bystander's perspective while the Patronus acts as a positioning anchor point. Then Felix's figure flashed continuously, faster than ever, much faster! A hidden spell silently sliced through the air, slicing through the rocks, cutting the earth into fragmented chessboards that intertwined with each other to form an impermeable grid of cages. Voldemort was overwhelmed, and Apparited several times to move, only to be easily caught up by Felix, both of them moved at high speed at the same time, disappearing again the moment the spell was released, but Voldemort stopped after only two or three tries, he was far less comfortable with this tactic than Felix.
Brown dirt and stone were enchanted and solidified into hard walls, barely blocking the spells from all sides, but still, he got hurt for the first time in this fight.
"Felix Hap!" Voldemort roared.
In response, he got greeted by a lightning-like silver stream of light, a Rain Swallow Patronus, but it is not in the shape of a Rain Swallow anymore, as it transformed into an Occamy and wrapped around Voldemort's body. Under the power of the Thinking Room, it briefly took on a solid entity and took a bite of the wand in Voldemort's hand. At the same time, Felix held a spherical vortex in his hand, in which deep blue magic spun at high speed, and a powerful suction force surged from within ... Voldemort's face got stretched and deformed, and the wall protecting him crumbled into shattered pieces.
Felix let go of his hand, a colorless spherical vortex quickly flew towards Voldemort.
Voldemort finally broke free, the body of the entangled occamy tinged with a deep dark green colour, which quickly spread to the whole body, and then the Patronus disappeared. Immediately afterward another green light rushed out from his wand and stabbed into the vortex, the blue magic inside exploded violently and entangled around Voldemort's body, which began to shrink rapidly.
"Hiss~"
Voldemort's face sometimes swelled to the size of a pumpkin, sometimes shrunk to the size of a fist, he obviously suffered a major disadvantage, his scarlet eyes stared at Felix, Felix is now flipping the next page of the Book of Rune, as another powerful ancient magic is ready to be released.
Voldemort's body exploded into a black mist, which did not dissipate for a long time, and the messy grass and leaves on the ground withered instantly, and the soil turned black. Voldemort decided to leave, but he still wanted to make one last attempt, he raised his wand, and the tip of the wand coalesced with deep green light, green as a deep pond without sunlight, the surrounding darkness dispersed, and a vague figure appeared in the green light.
Felix felt creepy, he looked at the green light, it seems that even his thinking stalled.
The book of rune "clatter" as it flipped, and all kinds of ancient magic spilled out as if they are cheap, Felix moved far away, as an air barrier appeared in front of his body.
The green light and the strong explosion turned the battlefield completely, all kinds of dirt, debris, and swirling green light stopped three feet in front of Felix, then it started to move forward a little, as if in slow motion, while a rustling sound, his magic began to collapse and disintegrate.
Felix was forced to move again and stared at Voldemort through the dust, and in the afterglow, the air barrier he had high hopes for was destroyed before it could even last for three seconds.
Voldemort's Killing Curse is simply terrifyingly powerful and seems to 'kill' magic. If I had such a spell, I would also mostly only use one spell. Felix thought.
Voldemort stood still, glanced at him coldly, and twisted and disappeared. He Has Gone.
"Snap."
A wand fell to the ground. As it shattered into a pile of cinders.
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