A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

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

The sound of rustling footsteps sounded from behind.

"Felix Heppe..." he said slowly, turning his head and looking at the person who was walking unhurriedly, Felix looked around as if he was going out for a walk, with a touch of novelty just right.

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

"Do I need those?" Voldemort asked back.

The two looked at each other, the pale blue star ring and scarlet eyes conspicuous in the darkness, and Voldemort held his wand and was ready for battle, but he still wanted to say a few words before he started.

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

"I thought you were worried about being caught between me and Dumbledore," Felix said.

"I do have this concern, and it turns out that this caution is necessary..." Voldemort said softly. "It was just a low-level vampire to test it out. Whose idea was it? It can't be Dumbledore, he knows me. won't be fooled."

Felix didn't speak.

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

"It's strange that you speak so bluntly about being greedy for life and fearing death. Dumbledore has seen through you a long time ago - you cherish your life, but you don't care about other people's lives." Felix said, "such as the vampire, and those two A loyal Death Eater, thrown away like garbage by you."

"Loyalty? I don't need that, as long as they fear my power, they will obey me." Voldemort whispered, "You know, the people who followed me at first, are now old and dead... ... When you have a long life, servants are endless, do you need me to understand each one?"

"Felix Hepp, you still have a human mind, clinging to those cowardly emotions... When you're older than Dumbledore, you can't even hold your 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 in surprise.

"I am now," said Voldemort.

He held the wand, brushed the surface of the wand with pale and slender fingers, and introduced calmly: "Elm wood, dragon heartstring, 18 inches, an excellent combination, it fell into the hands of a master who couldn't use its strength before..."

Felix recognized it as Lucius Malfoy's wand.

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

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

"Ebony, dragon heartstring, thirteen inches, my first wand. Sadly, it was ruined that night," he sighed. "I haven't had time to find the right one, but it's no big deal, I The need for a wand isn't as strong as yours—the Death Spell can't be cast without a wand, is it?"

"Because my magic power is too strong." Voldemort smiled maliciously, "It's stupid for you to be here tonight empty-handed until you find the right wand, but it's normal, and I'm worried about it too, like you Finding the right wand isn't easy for a wizard like me."

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

Generally speaking, unless the character and magic power have undergone great changes, the wizard will not easily replace the wand, because the original wand will grow with the owner, and the two will adapt to each other and can play the strongest without any scruples. of magic.

Voldemort's face contorted slightly. His wand... was picked up by Dumbledore, he thought through gritted teeth, probably destroyed.

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

As a last resort, Voldemort was replaced by Lucius. It is also considered Lucius to be acquainted, otherwise he must be counted in today's attack during the day. Who let his son and Potter develop the Bright Fire Charm?

Although Lucius swore that all this was Felix Hepper's bad taste - he liked to arrange students with hatred together, Draco was a disaster, and he offered to donate his wand, but The great Dark Lord was still dissatisfied.

He desperately wanted a powerful wand that matched his strength and identity.

Felix licked his lips, unaware that Voldemort's wand had been picked up by Dumbledore and locked in an office drawer. He thought it was lost ten years ago. But that didn't stop Felix from poking at Voldemort's scars.

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

He deliberately emphasized the last word, and unsurprisingly, Voldemort's reaction was intense.

"You're lying," Voldemort snapped, staring red-eyed into Felix's face, "Felix Happ...I've been thinking for a long time that my magic didn't hit you, or at least 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, he secretly wrote it down, and then continued to spare no effort to increase the odds of winning the next battle, "As you guessed, it seems that my changes are very successful, The only downside is losing my wand, but at least it's not disfigured...and I think my eyes are much prettier than yours."

Compared with the scarlet color in Voldemort's eye sockets, Felix's pupils are full of the mysterious atmosphere of the mage, which is fascinating.

This is the price you must pay to gain power, you know what! Voldemort thought bitterly, but these words could not be said to Felix, and there was no need to say any more. He raised his wand, and a dazzling green light cut through the thick darkness and approached Felix.

The coin in Felix's hand expanded rapidly in the air, magnifying thousands of times in the blink of an eye, like a thick copper wall blocking him.

The Suffering Curse was blocked.

"What—" Voldemort exclaimed in disbelief.

"That's the power of money," Felix said teasingly. "Maybe it's unimaginable to you. After all, you didn't have money when you went to school, and you didn't have a decent job after graduation—"

"You think I can only hold the Unforgivable Curse?" Voldemort smiled coldly. His wand suddenly swung like a whip, and the rubble on the ground was driven towards Felix with a shrill whistle. Felix disappeared, and in less than a second, he reappeared behind Voldemort, holding the glowing rune book in his hand, flipping a page, and the phantoms of ancient magic rushed out of the book. Come out and combine with the rune symbols in the sky to form hundreds of black lightning bolts slashing towards Voldemort.

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

The harsh tearing sound and the dull crashing sound mixed together, and Voldemort pulled out a silver shield from the thick darkness, blocking all the black lightning, but then it was pierced by the fiery sword, making a "zizi" sound.

Voldemort pointed his finger hard, and the silver shield rushed high into the air, burning cleanly in the air.

He held out his arm, and with his wand drew a circle around Felix. In an instant, the weeds around him grew wildly, turning into thin snakes, hissing around Felix, and then these endless green snakes rushed up. Felix was already prepared, and golden flames poured out of his hands like liquid, transforming into violent horned camel beasts. These behemoths living in the unknown mountain raised their thick hooves and trampled and burned grass snakes. into fly ash.

Voldemort was muttering words, his voice hoarse and low, a strange hissing sound that Felix knew was Parseltongue.

He Apparated cautiously to the other side, but then his vision went black and his voice disappeared. He seemed to have his senses taken away, it was a curse... Felix reacted instantly. From the perspective of magic power, Voldemort's magic power continues to gather, forming heart-pounding fluctuations——

"Avada gnaws at the tile!"

"Armor protection!"

The life-threatening curse collided with the physical iron armor curse. The tall and burly iron knight held a blood-stained shield in front of him. The power of the life-threatening curse made Felix's hair stand on end. He didn't know the protection on Harry's body. Can magic survive...

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

What is Voldemort's weakness?

mood?

Using his brain, Felix released the Patronus of Swift at will. The silver Patronus flexibly turned back in the air, dodging green lights one after another, and suddenly swelled as he approached Voldemort, opening his mouth to spit out two black Dementors.

A frigid coolness blanketed the surroundings, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, and the mist gathered and floated on the cold night.

"Dementor?" Voldemort grinned, "You used a dementor against me?" His eyes turned red, and the dementor didn't dare to go forward. They fled in all directions. It was as motionless as a rotten rag. They didn't seem to be dead, they just hung silently in mid-air, but seemed unable to move anymore, floating in the air, the folds of their black cloaks swaying feebly, becoming the backdrop for the battle.

But Felix was not at all for that purpose.

The thinking cabin was forcibly dragged from his mind into reality. Felix and the Swift Patronus' senses were connected to each other. While adding a bystander's perspective, the Patronus also acted as a positioning anchor. Then Felix's figure flashed continuously, faster than ever, much faster! Hidden spells silently cut through the air, cut through rocks, slashed the earth into shattered chessboards, and woven each other into an airtight mesh. Voldemort was overwhelmed. He Apparated several times, but Felix easily caught up with him. The two moved at high speed at the same time, and disappeared again the moment the spell was released, but Voldemort stopped after only two or three attempts. Felix is ​​better suited to this tactic.

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

"Felix Happ!" roared Voldemort.

What responded to him was a lightning-like silver streamer, the patron saint of swifts, but it was no longer in the shape of a swift, but a bird-snake wrapped around Voldemort's body. Under the power of the Thinking Cabin, it briefly had a solid entity, biting the wand in Voldemort's hand, and at the same time, Felix held a spherical vortex in his hand, and deep blue magic power was spinning at high speed in the vortex , a powerful suction surged from within... Voldemort's face was pulled and deformed, and the walls protecting him shattered into pieces.

Felix released his hand, and the colorless spherical vortex quickly flew towards him.

Voldemort finally broke free, and the bird snake wrapped around his body was dyed a deep dark green, which quickly spread to the whole body, and then disappeared. Immediately after, another green light rushed out of his wand, pierced into the vortex, and the blue magic inside exploded violently, entangled in Voldemort, and his body began to shrink rapidly.

"Sigh~"

Voldemort's face sometimes swelled to the size of a pumpkin, sometimes shrunk to the size of a fist, and he clearly suffered a big loss, his scarlet eyes staring at Felix, who was turning the next page of the Book of Rune, the powerful Ancient magic is poised to unfold.

Voldemort's body exploded with a cloud of black mist, which persisted for a long time. The messy grass on the ground dried up instantly, and the soil was dyed black. Voldemort decided to leave, but he still wanted to make a final attempt. He raised his wand. The tip of the wand was condensed with a deep green light. The green light was like water in a deep pool without sunlight, dispelling the surrounding darkness. Figures loomed in the green light.

Felix felt horrified, and he looked at the green light, as if his thoughts were stagnant.

The Book of Rune "Crash" flipped, and all kinds of ancient magic were spilled out as if they didn't need money. Felix avoided himself far away, and an air barrier stood in front of him.

The green light and the strong explosion completely lifted the battlefield. All kinds of dirt, gravel and rippling green light stopped three feet in front of Felix. Then it was like slow motion, and the light began to move forward a little bit. At the same time, there was a rustling sound, and his magic began to collapse and disintegrate.

Felix had to disappear again, staring at Voldemort through the dust. Out of the corner of his eye, the air barrier he had had high hopes for was destroyed within three seconds.

Voldemort's Deathstroke is so powerful that it seems to 'kill' magic. If I had such a spell, I would definitely use it only one. Felix thought.

Voldemort stood there, gave him a cold glance, and twisted away. he left.

"Clap."

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