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

Ruddy footsteps sounded from behind.

"Felix Hepp..." he said slowly, turning around, looking at the person who was walking over slowly, Felix seemed to be here for an outing, looking around, with a touch of just the right novelty.

"There is no one else, no traps," Felix said. "To be honest, I was a little surprised."

"Do I need those?" Voldemort asked back.

The two looked at each other, their light blue rings and scarlet eyes were very conspicuous in the darkness. Voldemort was holding the wand and was ready for battle, 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 without regret.

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

"I do have this concern, and it turns out that this caution is necessary..." Voldemort whispered, "and it was tempted with just a bad vampire. Whose idea was it? It was impossible that it was Dumbledore, he knew I would not be fooled."

Felix didn't speak.

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

"It's strange that you say that you are so straightforward, Dumbledore has seen through you long ago - you cherish your life, but you don't care about the lives of others." Felix said, "For example, that vampire and the two loyal Death Eaters were thrown away by you like garbage."

"Loyalty? I don't need that kind of thing. As long as they fear my strength, they will obey me." Voldemort whispered, "Do you know, the people who first followed me, now old, dead... When you have a long life, servants will only be endless. Do you need me to understand each one?"

"Felix Hepp, you still have human minds and hold on to those cowardly emotions... When you are older than Dumbledore, you can't even hold the wand, and I am still as powerful as before, you will understand my greatness."

"You put yourself in the position of the Immortal?" Felix asked in a little surprise.

"I'm now," said Voldemort.

He pulled out his wand, his pale and slender fingers brushed across the surface of the wand, and calmly introduced: "Elm, Dragon Heart String, 18 inches, an excellent combination, which had previously fallen into the hands of a master who could not exert its strength..."

Felix recognized that it was Lucius Malfoy's wand.

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

Felix had empty hands, but he took out another coin and started playing with it.

"Ebony, Dragon Heart String, Thirteen Inches, my first wand. But unfortunately, it was ruined that night," he sighed, "I haven't had time to find the right one yet, but the problem is not that big. My demand for wands is not as strong as you - the life-seeking curse cannot be cast without a wand, right?"

"Because my magic is too strong." Voldemort smiled maliciously. "It is foolish to appear here empty-handed tonight before you find a suitable wand, but it is normal. I am also worried about it. It is not easy for a wizard like you and me to find a suitable wand."

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

Generally speaking, unless the character and magic power have changed drastically, the wizard will not easily replace the wand. The reason is that the original wand will grow with the master, and the two will adapt to each other and can exert the strongest magic power without any scruples.

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

It can be said that since his resurrection, he has not been able to exert his strongest power, because the wand cannot bear it. Little Crouch's wand is actually very good, but after the battle a month ago, the wand was still traumatized. Every time he held it, he could feel the wand crying.

As a last resort, Voldemort was replaced by Lucius. It was also considered Lucius's cognitiveness, otherwise he would have to be the one in the daytime attack today. Who asked his son and Porter to develop the Light Fire Curse together?

Although Lucius swears that all this is Felix Hepp's evil taste - he likes to arrange students with hatred together. Draco is a disaster and takes the initiative to contribute his wand, the great Dark King is still dissatisfied.

He desperately wants to have a powerful wand that matches his strength and identity.

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

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

He deliberately emphasized the last word, and Voldemort's reaction was very fierce.

"You are lying." Voldemort snapped, his red eyes staring at Felix's face. "Felix Hepp... I thought about it for a long time. My magic didn't hit you, or at most a part of it...you also transformed your body?"

Felix's heart moved.

He tasted something from this sentence, but now is not the time to think about it. He secretly wrote it down, and then continued to spare no effort to add a chance of winning in the next battle. "You guessed it. It seems that my change was very successful. The only disadvantage is that I will lose my wand, but at least it has not been disfigured... and I think my eyes are much more beautiful than you."

Compared with the scarlet color in Voldemort's eye socket, Felix's pupils are filled with the mysterious aura of a mage, which is fascinating.

This is the price of gaining power, what do you know! Voldemort thought hatefully, but he couldn't say this to Felix, and there was no need to continue. He raised his wand, and a dazzling green light passed through the thick darkness, reaching Felix.

The coin in Felix's hand expanded rapidly in the air, and in the blink of an eye it magnified thousands of times, like a thick iron wall blocking his body.

The life-seeking curse was blocked.

"What--" Voldemort shouted incredibly.

"This is the power of money," Felix said teasingly, "maybe this is hard to imagine in your opinion. After all, you didn't have money when you went to school and didn't work honestly after graduation-"

"Do you think I can only be an unforgivable spell?" Voldemort showed a cold smile. His magic wand suddenly waved like a whip, and the gravel on the ground was driven toward Felix, making a shrill roar. Felix disappeared, and in less than a second, he reappeared behind Voldemort, holding the glowing Book of Magic Text in his hand, and flipped through the page. Ancient magic figures rushed out of the book, combined with the symbols of the magic text in the sky, forming hundreds of black lightning flashes toward Voldemort.

The white flames followed closely, condensed into sharp swords, and the darkness was penetrated like thin paper.

The harsh tearing sound and dull collision sound mixed together. Voldemort pulled out a silver shield from the thick darkness and blocked all the black lightning, but then it was pierced by the Lihuo long sword, making a "sizzling" sound.

Voldemort pointed hard, and the silver shield rushed into the sky, burning clean in the air.

He handed out his arm, drew a circle in his wand, and circled Felix. In an instant, the weeds around him grew wildly, turning into thin snakes, hissing around Felix, and then these boundless green snakes rushed up. Felix was ready, and golden flames poured out from his hands like liquid, transforming into irritable horned camel beasts. These giants living in unknown mountains raised their thick hooves, trampled the grass snake, and burned them to ashes.

Voldemort was muttering words, his voice hoarse and low, and it was a strange hissing sound that sounded creepy, and Felix knew it was a snake-boosting accent.

He carefully moved the phantom to the other side, but immediately afterwards, his vision suddenly turned dark and his voice disappeared. He seemed to have been taken away from his senses, which was a curse... Felix reacted instantly. From the perspective of magic, Voldemort's magic power continued to gather, forming a heart-wrenching fluctuation-

"Avada chewed the big tile!"

"Armor protection!"

The life-seeking curse collided with the physical iron armored curse. The tall and burly steel knight held a blood-stained shield in front. The power of the life-seeking curse made Felix's hair stand up one by one. I wonder if the protection magic on Harry could withstand it...

Felix thought endlessly, while putting his hand on the knight's armor, transferring the spell to it, and the moment his vision recovered disappeared from the spot, and at the same time, the knight was flooded with dazzling green light.

What is Voldemort's weakness?

mood?

Felix used his brain and released the guardian of the swift. The silver guardian of the air flexibly turned back, avoiding green lights, suddenly expanded as he approached Voldemort, and opened his mouth and spit out two black dementors.

A cold and cool feeling was covered with the surrounding air, and the surrounding air seemed to be frozen, and the fog gathered on the cold night and kept floating.

"Dementor?" Voldemort grinned, "Do you use Dementor to me?" His eyes turned red, and the Dementors did not dare to step forward at all. They fled in all directions. After two deep black lights, the Dementors stopped moving like a rotten rag. They seemed not dead, just hanging quietly in the air, but seemed to be unable to move anymore, floating in the air, the folds of the black cloak swung weakly, becoming the background board for the battle.

But Felix wasn't for this purpose at all.

The thinking hut was forcibly dragged from his mind into reality by him. The senses of Felix and the Swift Guardian were connected to each other. While there was an onlooker's perspective, the Guardian also acted as the positioning anchor point. Then Felix's figure flashed continuously, faster and much faster than before! A series of hidden spells silently cut the air, cut the rocks, and cut the earth into broken chessboards, intertwined them into airtight cage nets. Voldemort was overwhelmed. He moved several times, but Felix easily caught up with him. The two of them moved at high speed at the same time, and disappeared again as soon as the spell was released. However, Voldemort tried only two or three times and stopped. He was far less adaptable to this tactic than Felix.

The brown soil and stones were cast, solidifying into hard walls, barely blocking spells from all directions, but he was injured for the first time in the battle.

"Felix Hepp!" Voldemort roared.

Responding to him was a lightning-like silver streamer, the patron saint of the swift, but it was no longer the shape of the swift, and turned into a bird snake, wrapped around Voldemort. Under the power of the thinking cabin, it briefly had a solid entity, holding 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, and a powerful suction force surged from the inside... Voldemort's face was pulled and deformed, protecting his walls cracked into pieces.

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

Voldemort finally broke free from his shackles, and the bird snake wrapped around his body dyed a deep dark green, spreading rapidly to his body, and then disappeared. Then another green light rushed out of his magic wand and stabbed into the vortex. The blue magic inside exploded suddenly, entangled in Voldemort, and his body began to shrink rapidly.

"Hiss~"

Voldemort's face sometimes swelled to the size of a pumpkin, sometimes shrinking to the size of a fist. He obviously suffered a great loss, staring at Felix with scarlet eyes. Felix was turning the next page of the Book of Magic, with powerful ancient magic ready to go.

A black mist exploded on Voldemort's body, which did not dissipate for a long time. The messy grass leaves on the ground instantly dried up, and the soil was dyed black. Voldemort decided to leave, but he still wanted to make a final attempt. He raised his wand, and the tip of the wand condensed a deep green light. The green light was like the water of the pool without sunlight in the deep pool, dispelling the darkness around, and the blurred figures appeared in the green light.

Felix felt a chill, and he looked at the green light, as if even his thinking had stopped.

The book of Magic Text was flipped "Crazy" and various ancient magic sprinkled out like money. Felix avoided it from afar, with an air barrier blocking his body.

The green light and strong explosion completely lifted the battlefield away. All kinds of soil, gravel and rippling green light stopped three feet in front of Felix. Then, like slow motion, the light began to move forward little by little, and at the same time made a rustling sound, and his magic began to collapse and disintegrate.

Felix had to disappear again, staring at Voldemort through the fluttering of dust. In the slightest light, the air barrier that he had high hopes for was destroyed before he could hold on for three seconds.

Voldemort's life-seeking spell is terrible and seems to be able to "kill" magic. If I had such a spell, I would definitely use only one. Felix thought.

Voldemort stood there, glanced at him coldly, and disappeared in a twist. He left.

"Pu"
Chapter completed!