Science and magic at Hogwarts

Chapter 212 Persecution
Voldemort stared at Kyle viciously, and before he could answer, he narrowed his eyes, full of fierce threats:
"Stop trying to threaten me with the Fiercefire Curse, boy, I am the great Dark Lord, not you..."

"stop!"

Whether Voldemort is really arrogant or acting, Kyle doesn't care at all.

Since he wants to be tough, Kyle will cooperate with his toughness.

Before Voldemort could finish speaking, the Fiercefire Curse from the tip of his wand had already been thrown towards the charm box.

That's why the black smoke screamed.

This call to stop, almost lost his voice, but it can't change the fact that has happened.

The terrifying flames that burn nothing turned into a burning human face during the flight, and after a silent roar, it swallowed the ornament box in one gulp.

At this time, Voldemort turned into a puff of black smoke, hovering helplessly above the pendant box, screaming and cursing.

The reason why he can still scream, instead of being instantly swallowed by the flames, all depends on the protection measures he prepared for the Horcrux during his lifetime.

The moment Fiendfire came into contact with the ornament box, layer after layer of protective shields appeared on the ornament box.

Black, red, green, the colors of each layer of protective shields are different, but they all have a gloomy atmosphere. Obviously, these protective spells all come from black magic.

Even at the moment when these protective shields appeared, Kyle vaguely heard the screams of countless innocent souls.

These protective spells must be very powerful.

Unfortunately, they didn't have the desired effect.

Voldemort hoped to rely on these spells to resist all attacks.

But when facing Fiendfire, each layer of protection can only resist for a few seconds before being burned away by the maniacally laughing face.

Kyle watched Voldemort swearing coldly, without any reaction.

Both of them are playing a psychological game.

Kyle knew that the pendant box would not be willing to die, and Voldemort was betting that Kyle would not be willing to destroy the pendant box.

After all, the Horcrux itself is a masterpiece of black magic, which is of great research value.

And this fragment of Voldemort's soul represents countless knowledge and secrets.

The speed at which the Fiendfire Curse destroyed the protective shield meant that the game would not last too long.

After only a few tens of seconds, there were only two layers of protective spells still shining with magic aura.

At this time, Voldemort had no intention of maintaining a human appearance, and returned to a skull composed of black mist.

The useless cursing and swearing stopped in his mouth, but he just looked at Kyle viciously, and both of them were waiting for the other to admit defeat first.

Kyle's expression remained the same, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he twirled his wand casually, as if he didn't take the Horcrux that was about to be destroyed at all.

And the black mist is fluctuating violently, I don't know if it is angry or trembling.

Soon, Fiercefire consumed the second layer of protective spells, and finally fell to the last layer.

This spell was Voldemort's last means of defense, and apparently his strongest.

The moment the two came into contact, they seemed to be in a stalemate.

Puffs of thick black smoke emerged from where the two touched.

Fearing the poison, Kyle waved his wand, and a gust of wind appeared in the room out of thin air.

This wind continuously revolved around Fiendfire and the ornament box, forming a wind wall, trapping the black smoke within.

Inside the Wind Wall, the stalemate between Fiendfyre and the Protection Curse continued.

The flame that should have been burning more and more vigorously was gradually shrinking and extinguishing.

And the originally dark protective cover has become much lighter at this time, like ink that is constantly being diluted.

"Nice protective spell, you invented it yourself?"

At such a tense moment, Kyle had the leisure to chat with Voldemort.

And the tone seems to be asking: "Hi, have you eaten today?"

Such a provocation made the black mist roll even more violently.

But Kyle continued his chat as if he didn't see it:
"As expected of the Dark Lord, he actually relied on a protective spell to resist the Fierce Fire Curse that can burn everything."

With that said, he gave Voldemort a thumbs up with admiration:
"With such magical strength, he is worthy of being the Dark Lord of the present age."

Although it was a matter of life and death, there was still a trace of pride and sarcasm on Voldemort's skeletal face.

At this time, the stalemate in the wind wall was finally about to come to an end.

Voldemort's protective spell seemed to have only consumed half of its energy, but Fiendfire had only a trace of flame left.

"In this protective spell, the effect of the end of all spells is actually mixed. Did you find it from some lonely book, or did you invent it yourself?"

"Of course I invented it myself." Voldemort said arrogantly: "Boy, the magical knowledge I have mastered is powerful beyond your imagination, but these are not untold secrets."

After finishing speaking, Voldemort looked down at Kyle: "Your talent is indeed extremely outstanding, but you lack a qualified teacher."

Speaking of which, the old guy put on a seductive voice:
"Kyle, Dumbledore will not accept you sincerely, he will only be afraid of your talent."

"Suppress you, restrict you, as long as you show a tendency to get out of control, you will usher in his crazy suppression!"

"Follow me, and only then can you get real training and access to real magic!"

Kyle watched Voldemort's performance with a grin, until he finished all the words with satisfaction, and then opened his mouth unhurriedly:

"You are right, Dumbledore will not let me develop freely, and I never expected that old guy to relax his vigilance against me."

"But you seem to have made a mistake, Mr. Voldemort. Among the choices I gave you, there was no option to become my teacher. You can only choose to surrender or die!"

"Who gave you the illusion that I will only release a Fierce Fire Curse?"

After all, Kyle waved his wand:
"Fiendfire!"

A group of roaring flames rushed from the tip of Kyle's wand to the charm box again!
As a young man, Kyle certainly does not have to abide by martial ethics.

Voldemort was so angry that he almost split in place with this flame.

is real cracking.

Accompanied by cursing, Voldemort's black mist produced a violent fluctuation, and even spread to a height of more than two meters at one point.

It even made Kyle a little worried about this old guy. Before he was burned to death by Fiendfire, he would be mad at himself.

But fortunately, Voldemort's ability to resist pressure is not bad, and he finally remembered the threat of Lihuo before he exploded in anger.

With the addition of a new Fiendflame, the already dying flames boiled again, and continued to attack with protective spells.

It is undeniable that the last guardian established by Voldemort is indeed powerful.

As time passed, the Fiercefire Curse inevitably weakened again, but the originally pitch-black protective shield also shattered at the touch of a poke.

The re-condensed black mist hovered restlessly over the ornament box.

Once Fiendfire breaks through the protective shield, even if Kyle extinguishes it in time, it will cause irreversible damage to the pendant box, and even directly annihilate the soul fragment.

Of course, Kyle did not want to cause irreparable losses, so he began to put further pressure on Voldemort:

"What are you still insisting on? What is more important than being alive? Without you, I can still look for other Horcruxes, and there will always be one who will solve my confusion."

"But Mr. Voldemort, once Fiendfire continues to burn, this piece of your locket will cease to exist!"

Voldemort himself was afraid of death, that's why he cut out so many fragments and let himself leap to death.

And as his fragments, Horcruxes are of course also afraid of death.

The black mist stared at Kyle, the violent fluctuations never stopped, and the eyes were full of endless hatred and killing intent.

But Kyle completely turned a blind eye to these. Seeing that he still didn't reply to himself, he started counting down with a sneer:
"Look at this flame, how long will it take to burn through your protective shield?"

"Do you guess five seconds or ten seconds? Ten seconds is too much, and I guess five seconds."

"Five, four, three..."

The stakes in this game are ultimately unequal.

One side is losing a life, while the other side is just losing an opportunity.

So in the end, Voldemort lost.

The black mist finally stopped its violent fluctuations, sighed and opened its mouth:

"Stop, I'll tell you everything about the lab."

"All curses end!"

Listening to Voldemort's begging, Kyle finally smiled triumphantly, and then stopped the terrifying magic before the fire burned through the protection.

Although the Fiery Curse had been suspended, Voldemort was still shaking violently.

After a long time, the black mist regained its human form.

Different from the gentle manner just now, at this time Voldemort was taking deep breaths, staring at Kyle viciously, wishing to cramp him.

But it's a pity that the matter has come to this point, no matter how incompetent and furious he is, Kyle will never let him go.

So ignoring his vicious gaze, Kyle said calmly:

"Mr. Voldemort, if you just told me the secret of the laboratory, then we can still get along well."

"But now, your secrets are no longer enough to exchange your life."

"What else do you want?"

Voldemort answered Kyle with a cold face, but he couldn't help feeling guilty.

The old guy understood very clearly that although Kyle was young, he was definitely a ruthless master.

Now that his face has been torn apart, he will definitely not let him have a good time.

Sure enough, Kyle's answer made him almost explode again.

"Loyalty, Mr. Voldemort, your loyalty."

Voldemort looked at the expressionless Kyle, and couldn't help but fluctuate again.

This made him look like a TV screen with a bad signal, and the portrait was clear for a while and blurred for a while.

But the voice is extremely clear:

"That's impossible! Kyle Shafik, you underestimate me."

Voldemort said the words word for word.

As the voice fell, he actually stopped shaking, and even returned to his human form.

Fear and anger seemed to disappear.

"I am Voldemort, I am the Dark Lord, and the Death Eaters call me their master. Even those who are hostile to me only dare to call me the Mysterious Man instead of calling me by my first name. Who gave you the confidence that you dare to expect that I will bow to you?"

At this time, Voldemort finally removed all disguises, and even seemed to get rid of the influence of cutting his soul.

After playing with him for so long, Kyle has seen him angry, resentful, seduced himself, and even gloated at his misfortune.

But for the first time, Voldemort finally showed Kyle his arrogance.

This demeanor at this time is worthy of being called the heir of Salazar Slytherin, and it is like the spokesperson of Slytherin House.

At this time, Voldemort finally showed the demeanor of competing with Dumbledore.

It was also this demeanor that made him take many Slytherins under his command, be worshiped by them, and become their belief.

But unfortunately, Kyle has made up his mind to surrender it.

"I have to say, you do have the capital of arrogance. But unfortunately, you are just a fragment of Voldemort."

Saying that, Kyle threw a dozen parchments into the air, and then waved his wand, and the parchments were lined up one by one, floating in front of Voldemort.

"Believe me, Mr. Voldemort, against me, death is the best destination."

"But how could I be willing to let you die easily?"

The parchment floating in front of Voldemort was a technical document that Kyle had just sorted out recently.

Although the document was only half written, it was enough to stun Voldemort on the spot.

On the first page of the parchment, a line of large characters clearly stated the title of the document:

How to Turn a Horcrux into a House-Elf

That's right, what Kyle took out was exactly Professor Snape's unfinished research.

Voldemort also saw that this technology was not yet fully formed, but it was enough for him to see how terrifying this technology was.

As the Dark Lord, Voldemort has strong enough attainments no matter in spells, potions, magic circles and alchemy.

Because of this, he could clearly see that this document was not fabricated.

It was Kyle, who was really putting in the effort to do the research.

This made him startled and angry.

Apparently, this handsome young man had already made up his mind.

Whether he agrees or not, Kyle will force him to serve him.

Even though the essence is just a cloud of black mist, Kyle can still see the livid on his face, and even see his hands trembling.

But to Kyle's surprise, this desperate guy didn't beg, cry, or even curse.

Instead, he laughed wildly.

"hahahahahahahahahaha!"

This guy laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten up, and his figure collapsed while laughing.

He couldn't tell whether the laughter was mocking himself or Kyle.

"Mr. Voldemort, can this useless behavior stop?"

This laughter made Kyle extremely uncomfortable, so he couldn't help but interrupt him.

But as if he didn't hear Kyle's words, Voldemort was still laughing wildly.

Obviously Kyle had the upper hand, but Voldemort's pride and madness at this time seemed to be the winner.

Even after Kyle, who couldn't bear it anymore, raised his hand and gave him Cruciatus, the guy was still howling and laughing while panting.

It wasn't until he felt that he had laughed enough and didn't want to laugh anymore that he finally restrained his madness.

"Enslaving a generation of Dark Lords, Kyle, the surprises you gave me are getting bigger and bigger."

"I thought that after me, there would only be two types of people left in the wizarding world."

"One is Dumbledore's beloved lion cub, and the other is a worn-out crazy loser."

"But it's okay, you let me know that this magical world is still wonderful."

With that said, Voldemort stared at Kyle:

"But that's not enough, Kyle, you underestimate me."

"Maybe I can't live, but if I want to die, who can stop me?"

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