Chapter 503： Warring

Voldemort stared at the night sky, his black robe shaking with the overgrown weeds in the cool breeze.

The rustle of footsteps sounded from behind.

"Felix Haip..." He said slowly, turning his head and looking at the casually approaching people, Felix looked like he was coming for a walk, looking around, with a trace of novelty that was just right.

"There are no other people and no traps," Felix said. "To be honest, I was a little surprised."

"Do I need those?" Voldemort asked rhetorically.

The two looked at each other, the light blue starring and scarlet eyes were very conspicuous in the dark. Voldemort was holding his wand and was ready to fight, but he still wanted to say a few more words before he started.

"I originally wanted to put the battlefield in the Ministry of Magic, but that would be too much interference." Voldemort said regretfully.

"I thought you were worried about being attacked by me and Dumbledore." Felix said.

"I do have this worry. It turns out that this kind of caution is necessary..." Voldemort said softly, "It was tempted with only an inferior vampire. Whose idea was it? It could not be Dumbledore. He knew me. Will not be fooled."

Felix did not speak.

"That female minister?" Voldemort grinned. "She does have a set, but she doesn't know me enough. The more fierce the resistance, the more people will die."

"It's weird that you are so blunt about greed and fear of death. Dumbledore has seen through you a long time ago-you cherish your life, but you don't care about the lives of other people." Felix said, "such as that vampire, and those two A loyal Death Eater, you have thrown away like rubbish."

"Faithful? 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 first group of people who followed me are old and old now, dead to death... …When you have a long life, things like servants will only be endless. Do I need to understand everything?"

"Felix Haip, you still have a human mind and hold on to those weak emotions... When you are older than Dumbledore, you can't even hold a wand, and I'm still as strong as ever. You will understand my greatness."

"You put yourself in the position of the immortal?" Felix asked a little surprised.

"I am now." Voldemort said.

He drew out the wand, brushed his pale and slender fingers across the surface of the wand, and calmly introduced: "Elm, Dragon Heartstring, 18 inches, an excellent combination, which previously fell in the hands of a master who could not exert its strength..."

Felix recognized it as Lucius Malfoy's wand.

"It's your turn, Felix Hepp." Voldemort looked at him with interest.

Felix was empty-handed, but took out another coin and started playing.

"Ebony wood, dragon heartstring, thirteen inches, my first wand. Unfortunately, it was ruined that night," he sighed. "I haven't had time to find a suitable one, but it's not a big problem. I The need for magic wands is not as strong as you are—the Death Spell cannot be cast without a wand, is it?"

"Because my magic power is too strong." Voldemort smiled maliciously. "It is stupid for you to appear here empty-handed tonight before you find a suitable wand, but it's normal. I am also troubled by it, just like you. It is not easy for a wizard like me to find a suitable wand."

"What about your own wand?" Felix asked curiously.

Generally speaking, unless there is a huge change in personality and magic power, a wizard will not easily replace the magic wand. The reason is that the original magic wand will grow with the owner. The two adapt to each other and can play the strongest without any scruples. Magic.

Voldemort's face twisted slightly. His wand... was picked up by Dumbledore, and he gritted his teeth and thought it might have been destroyed.

It can be said that since the resurrection, he has not been able to exert his strongest power, the reason is that the wand can't bear it. Little Crouch's wand is actually very good, but after the battle a month ago, the wand is still traumatized, and every time you hold it, you can feel the wand screaming.

As a last resort, Voldemort was replaced by Lucius. Lucius is also considered acquainted, otherwise he will definitely be counted in the daytime attack today. Who let his son and Potter develop the Bright Flame Curse together?

Although Lucius swears that all this is Felix Hap's evil taste-he likes to arrange the students who have hatred together, Draco is innocent, and he also actively contributed his wand, but The great Dark Lord was still dissatisfied.

He is eager to have a powerful wand that can match his strength and identity.

Felix smacked his lips. He didn't know that Voldemort's wand had been picked up by Dumbledore, and it was locked in a drawer in the office. He thought it was lost ten years ago. But this did not prevent Felix from poking Voldemort's scar.

"It seems that only the two of us can experience this kind of trouble, you know, come back from the dead."

He deliberately emphasized the last word. Not surprisingly, Voldemort's reaction was fierce.

"You're lying." Voldemort snapped, his red eyes fixed on Felix's face, "Felix Haip... I thought for a long time. My magic didn't hit you, or at most, it hit part of you. ......You also changed your body?"

Felix's heart moved.

He tasted something from this sentence, but now is not the time to think, he writes it down secretly, and then continues to spare no effort to add odds to the next battle, "You guessed it, it seems that my change is very successful. , The only drawback is that you will lose your wand, but at least it’s not disfigured... and I think my eyes are much more beautiful than yours."

Compared with the scarlet in Voldemort's eye sockets, Felix's pupils were filled with the mysterious atmosphere of the wizard, which was fascinating.

This is the price necessary to gain strength, what do you know! Voldemort thought bitterly, but these words couldn't be said to Felix, and there was no need to say it anymore. He raised his wand, and a dazzling green light pierced the thick darkness towards Felix.

The coin in Felix's hand quickly expanded in the air, and it was magnified thousands of times in the blink of an eye, like a thick copper wall and iron wall blocking him.

The killing curse was blocked.

"What—" Voldemort called incredulously.

"This is the power of money," Felix said teasingly. "It might seem unimaginable to you. After all, you didn't have money when you went to school, and you didn't work honestly after graduation—"

"Do you think I only have an unforgivable curse?" Voldemort gave a cold smile. Suddenly his wand waved like a whip, and the gravel on the ground was driven towards Felix with a screaming sound. Felix disappeared. In less than a second, he reappeared behind Voldemort, holding the glowing magic book in his hand, turning a page at random, and phantoms of ancient magic rushed from the book. Coming out, combined with the sky full of magic symbols, formed hundreds of black lightning slashing towards Voldemort.

Senbai's flames followed, condensed into sharp swords, and the darkness was penetrated like thin paper.

The ear-piercing tearing sound mixed with the dull crashing sound, Voldemort pulled out the silver shield from the thick darkness, blocking all the black lightning, but then it was pierced by the fiery sword, making a "sizzle" sound.

Voldemort gave a strong finger, and the silver shield rushed into the sky, being burnt clean in the air.

He handed out his arm along the way, and his wand drew a circle around Felix. In an instant, the weeds all around grew wildly, turning into thin snakes, hissing around Felix, and then the boundless green snakes rushed up. Felix had prepared for a long time, and golden flames poured out from his hands like liquid, transforming into a grumpy horned beast. These behemoths living in unknown mountains raised their thick hoofs and trampled and burned the grass snakes. Into fly ash.

Voldemort was muttering words, his voice was hoarse and low, it was a strange hiss, it sounded creepy, Felix knew it was a snake-like voice.

He apparated cautiously to the other side, but his sight suddenly went black and his voice disappeared. He seemed to be taken away from his senses, it was a curse... Felix reacted instantly. From the perspective of magic, Voldemort’s magic continues to converge, forming heart-palpitating fluctuations——

"Avada gnaws on big tiles!"

"Armor for body protection!"

The solitary curse collided with the solid iron armor curse. The tall and burly steel knight held a blood-stained shield in front of him. The power of the solitary curse made Felix’s hair stand upright, and he didn’t know the protection of Harry’s body. Can the magic withstand...

Felix thought endlessly, putting his hand on the knight's armor and transferring the spell to it. The moment his vision was restored, he disappeared in place. At the same time, the knight was drowned in dazzling green light.

What are the weaknesses of Voldemort?

mood?

Felix used his brains and freely released the patron saint of Swift. The silver patron saint flexibly turned back in the air, avoiding green lights, and suddenly swelled when approaching Voldemort, and opened his mouth to spit out two black dementors.

A burst of coldness covered the surroundings, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze. The fog gathered in the cold night and kept floating.

"Dementor?" Voldemort grinned. "You used a dementor to deal with me?" His eyes turned red, and the dementors didn't dare to come forward. They fled, and after two deep black lights, the dementors It was motionless like a rotten rag. They didn't seem to be dead, they just hung in the air quietly, but they seemed to be unable to move anymore, floating in the air, and the folds of the black cloak swayed weakly, becoming the backdrop of the battle.

But Felix was not for this purpose at all.

The thinking house was dragged from his mind to reality. Felix and the patron saint of Swift are connected with each other. While adding a bystander's perspective, the patron saint also acts as a positioning anchor. Then Felix's figure flickered continuously, faster and faster than ever! Hidden spells cut through the air and rocks silently, dividing the ground into broken chessboards, intertwined with each other into an airtight cage net. Voldemort was overwhelmed. He Apparated several times but was easily overtaken by Felix. The two moved at high speed at the same time. They disappeared again the moment the spell was released, but Voldemort only tried two or three times and stopped. He was far away. It's better to adapt to this tactic as Felix.

The brown mud and stones were cast and solidified into a hard wall, barely blocking the spell from all directions, but he was injured for the first time in the battle.

"Felix Haip!" Voldemort roared.

What responded to him was a lightning-like silver streamer, the patron saint of Swift, but it was no longer in the shape of a Swift, it became a bird and snake, wrapped around Voldemort's body. Under the power of the thinking house, it briefly possessed a solid entity, biting the wand in Voldemort's hand. At the same time, Felix held a spherical vortex in his hand, and the deep blue magic power rotated at high speed in the vortex. , A powerful suction gushing from the inside... Voldemort's face was pulled and deformed, and the wall protecting him broke into pieces.

Felix let go, and the colorless spherical vortex quickly flew towards him.

Voldemort finally broke free, the bird and snake entwined with his body dyed a deep dark green, quickly spread to his body, and then disappeared. Then another green light rushed out of his wand and pierced into the whirlpool. The blue magic inside exploded suddenly, entangled in Voldemort's body, and his body began to shrink rapidly.

"Hiss~"

Voldemort’s face sometimes swelled to the size of a pumpkin, and sometimes shrunk to the size of a fist. He obviously suffered a big loss. His scarlet eyes were staring at Felix. Felix was opening the next page of the book of magic. Ancient magic is gaining momentum.

A cloud of black mist exploded on Voldemort's body, and it lasted for a long time. The messy grass on the ground instantly dried up, and the soil was dyed black. Voldemort decided to leave, but he still wanted to make the last attempt. He raised his wand. The tip of the wand was condensed with deep green light. The green light was like a pool with no sunlight in a deep pool, dispelling the surrounding darkness, blurry. The figure was looming in the green light.

Felix felt a horror He looked at the green light, as if his thinking had stopped.

The book of magic texts was flipped, and various ancient magics were spilled out like no money. Felix avoided him from a distance, and an air barrier stood in front of him.

Green light and strong explosions completely lifted the battlefield, all kinds of mud, gravel and rippling green light stopped three feet in front of Felix, and then it was like slow motion, the light began to move forward a little bit. At the same time, he made a rustling sound, and his magic began to collapse and disintegrate.

Felix had to disappear into the spot again, staring at Voldemort through the dust, and the air barrier he had high hopes was destroyed before it lasted three seconds.

Voldemort's killing curse was so powerful that it seemed to ‘kill’ magic. If I had such a spell, I would only use it. Felix thought.

Voldemort stood there, glanced at him coldly, twisted and disappeared. he left.

"Pattern."

The wand fell to the ground. Broken into a pile of scum.