Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

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"It's you..." Voldemort looked at Kyle with great hatred and roared angrily: "What have you done!"

He was very angry, and his body was shaking slightly, but it was not because of the Death Eaters who were killed.

A group of cannon fodder who can't even fly magic and can only run to attack Hogwarts, how can they be worth the Dark Lord's attention.

He was angry because those Death Eaters didn't play any value and failed to help him solve the threat of Kyle.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Kyle looked at Voldemort with a serious expression, "Everyone saw that it was your spell that killed them. It's okay if you are guilty of heinous crimes, but don't try to frame me!"

Voldemort felt his eyes go black and he almost fell from the sky.

He, Voldemort, the most powerful Dark Lord, would care how many people he killed?

If he wanted to, let alone killing hundreds of wizards, even thousands would not matter, because no one could arrest him.

But the explosion of Fiendfyre just now really had nothing to do with him... not at all!

Voldemort dared to swear on all his achievements in the dark arts over the years.

Although Fiendfyre was extremely unstable, it would not lose control because of the Killing Curse, or the Killing Curse was an extremely special existence, driven more by malice than magic, so it would not affect any other spells at all...

No one knew the Killing Curse better than Voldemort.

To a certain extent, the Killing Curse could be used as a magic dispelling spell. When the power was strong enough, its effect was even comparable to the end of all spells.

How could a dispelling spell make Fiendfyre lose control...

It must be Kyle!

Voldemort immediately thought of what Kyle did when he first surrounded the Death Eaters with Fiendfyre. It might be that he hid a second spell in Fiendfyre, or that he changed the form of Fiendfyre.

In short, the Fiendfyre that exploded just now must have been controlled by him... The purpose was to prevent those Death Eaters from threatening him.

What a good idea, not only did it resolve the crisis for himself, but it also threw dirty water on him, saving him from all the troubles he might encounter in the future.

So good...

Voldemort stared at Kyle with his scarlet pupils... He felt that his evaluation of Kyle just now was a bit premature.

He was different from Dumbledore, and there was not even any similarity between them. They were completely two people with completely different personalities.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Without any signs or any other nonsense, Voldemort used the Kedavra curse on Kyle again.

However, Kyle had expected it. The moment Voldemort raised his wand, he pulled a Death Eater who was not dead yet from the side to block him.

"Oh! Brother, you... I will definitely avenge you!" Kyle said with a trembling voice, and threw a ball of Fiendfyre at Voldemort the moment the Kedavra curse disappeared.

Voldemort was unable to dodge, and the black mist on his lower body was ignited.

The surging fire rose against the wind, and it seemed that it would completely engulf Voldemort in the next second.

"Despicable!" Voldemort roared, and took the initiative to use a spell to remove part of the black mist, and lifted the magic in the shortest time and fell back to the ground.

But even so, one of his legs was still charred, and the whole person became more depressed.

Voldemort was injured, which was a good thing to be happy about, but everyone who heard his roar showed a very strange expression.

Did they hear it wrong? Voldemort just said that others were despicable?

It must be wrong.

Everyone shook their heads and stopped thinking about this problem. Instead, they concentrated on dealing with the Death Eaters in front of them.

Not only Voldemort wanted the Death Eaters to besiege Kyle, they also wanted to besiege Voldemort... In addition to helping Kyle, this was also the best time for them to win this war.

Everyone could see that Voldemort was not in good condition now. If everyone went together, it might be possible to keep Voldemort forever.

What they can see, of course, the Death Eaters can see, they certainly don't want to see this happen... It can be said that if Voldemort fails, they will be completely finished.

They only want Voldemort to quickly deal with the annoying Kyle, so that he can help them kill the more annoying professors and Aurors around, and then occupy Hogwarts in one go.

But due to some special reasons, the Death Eaters have lost their numerical advantage, and coupled with Voldemort's wrong order just now, they even have a hard time resisting Professor McGonagall and others, and it is impossible for them to help Voldemort.

Barty Crouch Jr. suddenly felt a little dazed...

Why did he think of helping the Dark Lord? Obviously, the Dark Lord is invincible, and he never needs the help of his servants.

It was this trance that a spell fell on Barty Crouch Jr., knocking him out hard, and almost falling into the black lake next to him.

Barty Crouch, the director of the Department of Magical Transportation, walked out expressionlessly and raised his wand again.

Compared to two years ago, he looked like he had aged a dozen years, with messy gray hair and untidy beard, as if he had never trimmed it.

When he was at the Department of International Magical Cooperation, he was the one who paid the most attention to his image, trimming his beard twice a day, and there were strict requirements on the number of strands and length.

"Ah, father!" Barty Crouch Jr. stuck out his tongue like a snake, "Do you want to kill me? Kill me, the person who hinders you from becoming the Minister of Magic."

"I will... make up for my mistakes with my own hands." Barty Crouch seemed to have not spoken for a long time, his voice was hoarse and vague, like the sound of scrubbing an old crucible with fire dragon skin.

But there was still no expression on his face.

On the other side, Professor McGonagall was directing the pieces of wood that were shattered into pieces, hitting Rodolphus Lestrange's head one after another.

They are said to be made of wood, but if you look closely, you will find that they are actually wooden armors holding various weapons. Judging from the style, they are similar to the decorations in Hogwarts Castle.

This is also the transformation spell that Professor McGonagall is best at, a bit like a simplified version of Stone Dungeon...

Although it is a simplified version, its power is not weak at all. Even if the wooden body is broken, it can be quickly reassembled. As long as it is not a severe fire curse, it will be difficult to destroy them in a short time.

Moreover, the weapon with additional magic was simply harder than steel. Every time it was poked, Rodolphus screamed in pain and his face became increasingly pale.

In addition, he also had to deal with the magic shot by Professor McGonagall, and he soon became a little overwhelmed.

"Professor McGonagall...do you remember? I am your student..."

Rodolphus tried to play the emotional card, but this move made Professor McGonagall's expression become even more ugly, and the wand in his hand waved faster and faster.

The whole scene was in chaos. After the explosion of Li Huo, the Death Eaters quickly fell into a rout and were chased and fled in all directions. Even Voldemort was retreating.

He was still commanding his men loudly, trying to get them to kill Kyle first, but this time no Death Eater responded to him. Instead, Professor McGonagall took the time to give him a stun spell.

Then came Professor Flitwick's binding spell.

Voldemort also understood that he was surrounded in turn, so he began to retreat actively, and was crowded back into the castle by the crowd.

When there is no numerical advantage, use the terrain of the castle to deal with the enemy... This also applies to Death Eaters.

And if he remembered correctly, there should be a group of Death Eaters in Hogwarts, not those who didn't go out to support, but the Death Eaters who went around to the other side of the wooden bridge as soon as the war started.

Counting the time, they should have already entered the castle.

Oh, there are also people on the periphery, who were originally supposed to prevent students from escaping, but it seems that they are no longer necessary now.

Voldemort raised his wand and fired a conspicuous Dark Mark into the sky.

"Why are there still Death Eaters!" Professor McGonagall panted, looking at the Dark Mark in the sky.

"There's nothing I can do, they're so deceptive." Professor Flitwick shook his head and turned towards the school gate. "I'll stay outside to block them. You go back to the castle."

"Harry, Kyle..."

At the same time, Hagrid's voice came from the direction of the Forbidden Forest. He rushed out with a large amount of new support.

It's the Thestral and the Hippogriff, and it's worth mentioning that almost everyone can see the Thestral now.

"I'm here, Hagrid..." Harry shouted, waving his arms.

"Thank God." Hagrid walked over quickly and looked around anxiously, "How are you? Where are the Death Eaters who escaped from trouble? Where did they go..."

When Voldemort flew into the sky just now and wanted to release the killed and trapped Death Eaters, Professor McGonagall immediately asked Hagrid to find support in the Forbidden Forest.

The Thestrals and Hippogriffs are both capable of flying, so maybe Kyle can use them.

But it's no longer needed.

Of course, Hagrid didn't know this. His memory still stuck in the time when Kyle was about to be surrounded by Death Eaters.

"Where are those Death Eaters?"

"It's okay, Hagrid." Harry explained quickly: "Those Death Eaters were all killed by Voldemort."

"ah?"

As Hagrid listened to Harry's words, he suddenly fell into a daze for a moment. What he just heard was...the Death Eaters were killed by Voldemort?

Is there something wrong with this?

"That's it, Hagrid." Hermione also added: "Voldemort wanted to kill Kyle at first, but the direction of the spell was wrong, and it just ignited the fire that had not been completely extinguished.

"I would say this is all their own fault!" At this point, Ron looked extremely excited, "And Voldemort must be very angry to death for killing one of his own."

"Yeah, you're right." Hermione couldn't help but curl up her lips.

The scene just now was so relieving that even Professor McGonagall shouted excitedly when she saw it.

"Is that so?" Hagrid scratched his messy hair.

Although he still felt that this situation was a bit too bizarre, neither scientific nor magical, but since the three of them said so, it should be true.

"How are you?" Hagrid grabbed Harry's shoulder and asked with concern, "Is he not hurt?"

"No." Harry shook his head, his face turning slightly red.

Mainly because he was too embarrassed to tell Hagrid that he had been watching the whole process and had not fought the Death Eaters at all.

It wasn't that he didn't want to, Harry dreamed of fighting the Death Eaters to the death, but he couldn't tell the enemy.

Professor McGonagall and the others directly blocked the Death Eaters in an encirclement circle, and he, Ron and Hermione, by chance, were outside the circle.

He had no contact with the Death Eaters at all, and he was afraid of accidentally hurting his own people when he was helping outside, so he could only watch. The three of them were the most relaxed at that time.

"That's good, that's good, you must protect yourself." After Hagrid said that, he strode into the castle.

He had already missed one battle and didn't want to miss another.

After Hagrid left, Harry and the three of them were left standing there staring at each other.

"Okay, then what should we do now." Ron murmured: "I can't believe that Kyle almost defeated Voldemort. Is he really only one grade higher than us?"

He felt weak in his legs just looking at the large-scale life-killing curse from a distance, and he didn't know how Kyle solved it.

"Yes!" These words also caused Hermione and Harry to fall into silence.

Everyone is about the same age. They couldn't even resist when facing Voldemort, but Kyle was able to defeat him.

This huge gap made the three of them unable to accept it for a while, or in other words, they didn't know how to accept it.

This was the first time they had truly understood Kyle's specific strength... It felt as unreal as a dream.

But they saw with their own eyes that Voldemort was defeated steadily and even retreated to the castle on his own initiative.

"Let's go back to the castle quickly." Hermione took the initiative to break the silence and said: "Since you have chosen to stay at Hogwarts, you can't do nothing. I don't believe I won't meet a Death Eater in the castle. ”

"I remember there were Death Eaters in the Astronomy Tower." Ron thought for a moment and said.

"Okay, we'll go there." Hermione nodded.

She had now acquiesced not to join in the fun around Voldemort.

Apart from the danger, there is really nothing else to do. It is better to go to other places to help.

"Harry, follow quickly..." Hermione turned around and said.

"You go ahead." Harry said, standing still with his head lowered.

"Harry, you..." Ron pursed his lips, "Don't be like this. Fred has already said that Kyle is not a normal wizard. There is no need for us to compare with him."

"Yes." Hermione also helped: "As long as it can kill Voldemort, it's the same for everyone. The prophecy of the savior... Well, I mean, that prophecy was said by Clelawny. What is she? You know this kind of person best.”

"Hey, what are you talking about?" Harry raised his head and looked at his two best friends in confusion, "You don't think I'm struggling with the identity of my savior, do you?"

"No, isn't it?" Ron asked cautiously.

"Of course not." Harry blurted out: "That's what I was thinking about."

He took out a bottle from his pocket, "Remember? Snape gave it to me and asked me to go to the principal's office. I was thinking that maybe now is the time."

"I can't be of much help anyway, just in case there's something important here."

"That makes sense, so what are you waiting for!" Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, pulling Harry and running into the castle. "Move quickly, Ron and I can just be a lookout for you."

The three of them hurried into the foyer and ran towards the stairs.

As he passed the Great Hall, Harry noticed that the fighting there was already in full swing.

Much like when they were outside, Kyle and Voldemort still firmly occupied the center of the battlefield.

People continued to join them around, and Harry saw Charlie, Professor Slughorn, and the shopkeepers from Hogsmeade Village, who were also coming.

But there was a fierce fire burning at the door of the auditorium, and everyone was blocked out.

Although there were only two people in the auditorium, the damage caused was no worse than outside.

In just a few minutes, the enchanted ceiling was shattered, and the long tables representing the four colleges were all broken into several pieces.

The floor of the auditorium is filled with bottomless swamps and corrosive liquids, also the work of Kyle and Voldemort.

But as time went by, Kyle gradually began to fall into a disadvantage.

It's not that he's not strong enough, it's that his experience is not as good as Voldemort's... But there's nothing he can do about it, because he only graduated a year ago.

Kyle looked around irritably and at the anxious faces outside the auditorium.

He's looking for Dumbledore...

As agreed before, Dumbledore used Malfoy to successfully move to a dark place, and after luring Voldemort out, he appeared on the spot, and worked together with Kellie to catch the other side off guard.

With this plan, Voldemort will never be able to escape.

...But what about others now? !

Kyle felt like he had almost killed Voldemort, but where was Dumbledore!

Asleep?

Kyle became more and more irritable, which also led to him not even noticing Voldemort's small movements. His left hand was hit by a hidden petrification spell and he could not move.

Voldemort seized the opportunity,

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

The two people's spells clashed together again, but this time, Kyle, who could not move his left hand, could no longer make a sneak attack like before.

Voldemort showed a cruel smile and slowly raised his fingers.

A sharp stone cone rose from the ground and headed straight for Kyle's heart.

"Doesn't it look familiar?" There was a bit of pride in his eyes. In order to make Kyle feel desperate, he even deliberately slowed down the stone cone.

"Oops!" Kyle's expression changed, and at the same time he was mentally attacking Dumbledore.

If he doesn't show up again, I'll really die here!

"Stop, you bastard!"

"Retreat three feet!"

There was a roar from outside, the voice was familiar, but it wasn't Dumbledore's, it seemed to be Mikel's, wanting to help him.

Unfortunately, it was useless.

The Fiendfyre that Voldemort left at the door should also be a kind of black magic, which can even ignite spells, let alone students, even professors' spells may not work...

"Bang!"

It seemed that something flew past Kyle's eyes, and then Voldemort was hit by a giant running at full speed, and flew backwards instantly.

The connection of the spell was also broken, and the scattered magic sparks exploded one after another, blasting the only remaining Hufflepuff scoring hourglass to pieces, and the yellow gems were scattered all over the floor.

"Where is Voldemort?" Kyle stood there, still a little unresponsive... "What just passed by, it seemed like a beam of light, was it a spell?"

"It should be... not." He tried to recall the situation just now, shook his head, and denied his guess in his heart.

Kyle vaguely remembered that the light was almost as thick as an arm. How could there be such a thick spell? Even Dumbledore wouldn't be so exaggerated.

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