Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 460 Magic: Everest Winter

A figure appeared abruptly and alone among the group of damaged tents.

Through the scope, Voldemort could even see the surprise and puzzlement on his face, followed by vigilance.

"Whoosh."

Voldemort's figure disappeared and reappeared, already behind the man.

"what's your name?"

Without rushing to attack, Voldemort asked, "Are you observers?"

"The base was destroyed, and each fought independently."

The man growled suddenly, then pointed his wand at Voldemort.

But Voldemort was faster, his left eye flicked, and the monocle worn on it fell off, dragged by the retainer hanging on his left ear, and rippling on his chest.

The wizard who saw his left eye was instantly frozen.

"How will your combat team function after losing your 'brains'?"

Voldemort asked, then suddenly smiled and said, "Forget that you can't answer."

After the words fell, a green curse rose and shot straight at the man's face.

At the same time, a figure appeared not far away and raised his wand.

"call."

Voldemort pulled himself up immediately, he hadn't expected these people to come back so quickly.

"Whoosh."

Another spell struck behind him, and his eyes looked back, greenish, but not pure green.

"Whoosh."

A spell was counteracted, and Voldemort took the opportunity to turn around and Apparate.

The moment the figure disappeared in place, a bullet from a sniper rifle also flashed past there.

There are many people who come back at the same time, and there are many ways to attack.

Voldemort's figure appeared, behind the wizard he had seen earlier, standing not far from him.

But he had just appeared, and the person opposite was already in a state where his apparition was about to end.

At the same time, a sense of crisis hit.

It wasn't the sense of crisis that could touch the emotions and soul of being targeted by a spell, but the feeling like a needle prick made his hairs stand on end.

It was a sniper rifle, and not a single person was aiming at him.

With no time to think any more, and obviously too late to Apparate, all he could do was dodge.

And the sniper rifle aimed at him was not a sniper rifle, that is to say, someone might be predicting his next route.

So……

fly?
Voldemort, who seemed to have paused for a moment, or did not pause at all, suddenly jumped to the left, and then rolled over one by one.

This unexpected move caused the bullets fired at his original position, as well as the two bullets that blocked the sky, to miss one after another.

As for Voldemort, who judged through the sound of the wind that a few bullets blocked the route, his heart beat violently again involuntarily.

Almost, just a little bit.

Just now he instinctively wanted to fly, but he paused at a critical moment, and chose to change a way of evasion.

In this changed way, let him brush shoulders with death.

"Whoosh."

Another life-threatening wave shot out from the Elder Wand, at the same time several warriors shouted "jump".

Porto spreads, witches dissipate.

"call."

Voldemort heaved a sigh of relief, but he kept holding his wand tightly in his hand, causing the life-threatening wave map that had just spread to a huge size to begin to shrink.

This is extremely mana draining and dangerous.

If there is a super long-range sniper, and does not dodge because of danger, or quickly Apparate back and give him a shot.

Then Voldemort, who cannot move freely due to the need to maintain the output of magic power, will inevitably be fatally injured.

But he has to gamble because he'll be dangerous if he continues.

The purpose of these people is very clear:
Don't give him one-on-one opportunities, don't give him more reaction time.

Use fast to fight strong, use more to fight less, all plans are used to advantage.

This problem of insufficient combat power was made up for by means of guerrilla warfare, which did not give Voldemort a chance to kill anyone at all.

A simple sentence of well-trained seems not enough to describe the strength of these people.

Of course, there was another very important reason why they were able to guerrilla Voldemort so unscrupulously, and that was the Gold Cup.

If there is no gold cup, Voldemort can leave a magic mark on them, and then chase and kill them one by one.

It's a pity that the existence of the Jin Cup puts him at a disadvantage on the defensive side, and he can't pursue with all his strength.

"Whoosh..."

A figure suddenly appeared, unfortunately, beside him was the emerald green border of Suomingbotu.

"puff."

Life disappeared silently, but the few people following him were far away from him, not on the edge of Porto.

"Whoosh."

Voldemort resolutely gave up magic, Apparated and left.

Arriving at the position where he first grabbed the sniper rifle, Voldemort first looked around vigilantly.

The enemies are far away, and there are no enemies on the left and right, but the sense of crisis strikes instantly.

It's a sniper rifle.

"Whoosh whoosh~~~"

After casting several huge Iron Armor Curses in succession to protect himself, Voldemort hit a digging wave downward.

"Boom~~~"

He dug a deep hole in the snow mountain in an instant, and at the same time, the bullet from the sniper rifle hit the Iron Armor Curse, making a powerful and crisp sound.

The powerful Iron Armor Charms continued to shatter. They obviously couldn't stop the second sniper rifle bullet, but they were enough to buy Voldemort a moment.

"Boom."

Kneeling down on one knee in the deep pit, Voldemort directly lowered his head and inserted his wand into the ground.

Huge magic power was continuously output to the iceberg, and at the same time, the memory world in his mind was running wildly.

In an instant, Voldemort turned into Mount Everest in the memory world, sitting there for hundreds of years.

When his consciousness left the memory world for a moment, he was even a little dazed about where he was.

But Voldemort, who quickly figured out the situation, immediately began to mobilize his emotions:
I am a snow mountain.

I am Himalayas.

I am the Mount Everest of the Himalayas.

I am the highest point in this world, I am the coldest place in this world.

I represent the power to freeze everything.

Through the realization of being transformed into a mountain for hundreds of years, through the release of strong emotions, and through the guidance of the freezing spell, in a trance, Voldemort is in this real world...

Become Everest.

"what happened?"

A wizard who was about to apparate close to Voldemort suddenly looked at his feet in surprise.

There, ice was growing up his ankles, like winter's hand grasping his feet.

It's not just his companions who are in the same situation as him.

Including some immovable materials and some stones protruding from the ground, ice grows rapidly.

They want to Apparate, but they can't move their feet, and if they are forced to Apparate, they may be physically incomplete.

After a moment of hesitation, some people gritted their teeth and left, but more people were planning to use flames to melt the ice on their feet.

Unfortunately, before their magic took shape, the ice had already wrapped around their shoulders.

The formed flames sprayed into the air, but were instantly frozen by the ice that climbed up from their shoulders, forming an ice flower that exploded.

"Boom."

Voldemort fell into the frozen cave, panting heavily.

Even though he had the Elder Wand, even though he had peeped into the secret of the "world language" earlier, even though he was prepared for the result and process.

But in the end, he was still exhausted and unable to continue.

"Hopefully, not a living enemy."

Voldemort said, using the last of his consciousness, he released the dementor.

(End of this chapter)