days at Hogwarts

The green light and flames collided with each other, as if grand fireworks were blooming in the night sky.

The green light was a killing spell created by the most powerful black wizard in history, and the flame was a derivative of the fierce fire after being blessed by the ancient magic wand. When the two magical powers collided, the space seemed to freeze for a moment, and then it stirred up a violent storm.

Before the flame lion behind could even get close, it had already been crushed into tiny specks of light. The bright light illuminated the sky, dimming the stars and the moon hanging in the sky.

Beneath him was gorgeous magical fireworks. The shockwaves produced by the loud collision formed a sphere and spread wildly. Voldemort's body stopped in mid-air. Instead of falling, he immediately waved his wand and flew away, keeping a distance and waiting for the aftermath to disappear.

"Loren Morgan, although you are still a student who has not graduated, we are already old friends. You have ruined my plans and destroyed my Horcruxes many times, but I have never blamed you or dealt with you. Even if you wanted to kill Wormtail, I would not hesitate to send my loyal servant to you. We have no reason to be hostile.

"Dumbledore is old and can no longer resist my magic, so he gave you the Elder Wand and wanted to use you against me...

"I treasure your talent more than Dumbledore does, and I respect your will more than Dumbledore does. If we unite, we will completely conquer death and the entire world, and all the mysteries of magic will be revealed to us."

Loren was hanging in the air, waiting for the magic storm to subside, and responded loudly: "Then can you show a little more sincerity and tell me the news about the living Horcrux?"

"..."

Voldemort's eyes were grim. He pressed his wrist down and pointed the tip of his staff at Loren who was approaching. He almost instinctively chanted the spell: "Avada Kedavra"

The eerie magic power surged out like a mountain torrent, and the snakewood wand emitted a hoarse and shrill hissing sound due to the infusion.

The green light burst out again, and the killing curse that was ready to be shot out did not shoot out directly, but paused for a moment, as if leaning back before a poisonous snake pounces, and then tensed all the muscles before suddenly rushing out!

A cold green light whizzed across the night sky, and the sound of it cutting through the air was sharp and piercing.

Staring at the killing curse, I suddenly felt that the curse had the sharp fangs of a basilisk. From a distance, it felt like I was bitten by a poisonous snake, which made my skin slightly painful and my hair stand on end.

The gentle evening breeze lifted Loren up to meet him, his figure was light and agile, and the improved floating spell, after being blessed by the ancient magic wand in his hand, seemed to have really turned into a flying spell in ancient magic. The magic wand passed, the space trembled, and it flickered quietly before the life-threatening green light approached him -

Voldemort floated in the air slowly, shook his wand and tapped it lightly. The killing curse in front of him, which was as thick and solid as a giant python, suddenly exploded and shattered into thousands of thin snake-like killing curses, falling like spring rain, covering the entire area before Loren's figure disappeared, covering the sky and the earth, tightly and thoroughly.

The brain can still think when separated from the torso, and spells can be simply controlled without the wand. This variation of the Killing Curse is the technique Voldemort discovered a few months ago when he broke into the Ministry of Magic, immersed himself in the Department of Mysteries, and observed the brains swimming in the tank.

According to his original plan, Dumbledore should be the first to witness this skill. However, Loren Morgan's growth rate was beyond his imagination. The combination of the strange Fiendfyre and the strange wand brought him even more pressure than Dumbledore.

When casting Apparition in battle, it is often difficult to maintain distance while ensuring casting speed, so one can only make short-range emergency moves to avoid some single-target spells. Now the entire area is shrouded in the Killing Curse.

"The Philosopher's Stone, the Elder Wand of Death..."

Voldemort's pupils widened as he stared at the entire area covered by thousands of killing curses, a cruel and greedy grin appearing at the corners of his mouth.

But he didn't know that Loren also gained something in the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic. The spatial magic combined with the Apparition activated by the Elder Wand allowed him to move a distance far beyond his expectations.

The sound of the air exploding was short and dull. When Loren appeared again, he was already above Voldemort. He used the force of the air to twist and turn his body, pouring all his magic power into the Elder Wand. How to describe this feeling? It was as if a turbulent river was rising and merging into the sea. Even with Loren's profound control over magic, it showed signs of being out of control.

The blazing red light suddenly surged!

The out-of-control high-pressure magic in the periphery was floating with lightning-like arcs, and the crackling sounds of the air tearing were dense as if countless birds were singing in unison. The center point where the magic was gathered was over-concentrated and appeared dazzling white. Voldemort below looked up, and the dazzling light made his snake pupils shrink into a thin line. The ball of white light burned out a dark purple and black hole in his field of vision.

"[Thunderbolt Piercing]"

A red and white beam of light suddenly descended.

Along with the sharp and piercing whistling of bees, a thick rainbow light penetrated the night sky from top to bottom and sank into the spacious flat land of the abandoned amusement park, followed by the roar of the earth cracking.

There was noticeable shaking in the entire area, and what was even more terrifying was that a bottomless hole appeared on the ground.

Loren fell back to the ground and could still feel some residual warmth. The surroundings were in a mess. The lawn and bushes had long been burned to ashes by the flames, the land was charred and brown, and there was even magma that had not yet cooled down in the places affected by the flames.

The molten rock and soil on the side walls of the cave entrance gradually cooled down and turned into gray-black hard stones. Wisps of smoke emerged, a mixture of black and white, and finally merged into a gray haze. Several cracks that gradually became thinner emanated from the edge of the pit and lay horizontally on the ground like a torn wound.

Loren looked inside and saw nothing but darkness, and he didn't see any magic. He watched and waited for a while, and the world gradually became silent.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded beside me. Dumbledore came over, stroking his beard, with a smile on his face. “Don’t look at me. Voldemort’s silver shield held up for a moment under your Piercing Curse, and he took the opportunity to escape.”

"He was Apparating under a powerful spell, and it was a long distance. Even if he didn't die, he would be seriously injured."

Loren groaned, feeling quite pleased with himself. Just when he was about to be proud, he suddenly stopped. He realized something was wrong and looked up with a surprised expression, "Why didn't you help Harry and the others?"

"Hmm..." Dumbledore paused for a moment and explained seriously, "I think this duel is more dangerous and needs the professor's attention."

The reasons are sufficient and justifiable, and very convincing.

"hiss!"

Loren gasped.

It took so long for two people to deal with dozens of Death Eaters. Could Professor Snape and Harry be dead?

Looking up at the calm old principal, Loren felt a little relieved. It seemed that nothing should be wrong, otherwise he would not be so calm.

"Childish. He's already over a hundred years old..."

Loren shook his head and waved his wand, scattering waves of Transfiguration.

The devastated ground surged like a lake, cracks closed, deep holes collapsed, rocks sank into the ground, soil turned up to the surface, and the remaining green grass in the distance began to spread.

A scene full of vitality.