Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 481
After the city gate exploded, the enemy finally freed up.

They no longer let Voldemort and Neville beheaded, and drew out the long swords around their waists to resist.

"Flash kill."

Voldemort roared, turned around and disappeared first.

Neville was a step slower than him, but there was no hard steel with the enemy either.

Compared with the enemy, their advantage is that Dumbledore gave them the ability to apparate at Hogwarts.

This gives them a huge advantage, especially in close combat.

Suddenly appearing behind the enemy, the long sword pierces straight in. Even though the enemy has experienced many battles and is prepared, he is still unavoidably injured.

The two who have succeeded many times killed the enemy with flashes on the battlefield, and soon attracted the attention of the enemy.

"The batters play defense, the others attack as usual."

The enemy's headquarters issued an order, and the next moment, two out of every seven people in the squad gave up their wands and took out their bows and arrows.

And then, after the two Voldemorts suddenly appeared next to the enemy, they were immediately attacked by arrows.

"Neville, dodge carefully, don't love to fight."

Voldemort gave a reminder, then held the Elder Wand in his left hand, blocked the arrow while stabbing the long sword in his right hand at the throat of the enemy in front of him.

"Snapped."

The enemy just changed his figure slightly, and the gap at the neck disappeared, and the point of the sword touched the enemy's armor, making it impossible to pierce through.

"Whoo~"

The long sword swung round and slashed at Voldemort. Voldemort hurriedly flew to avoid it, and at the same time flew to a higher place to avoid the second arrow.

Afterwards, he can only Apparate to leave the squad and avoid being mobbed.

Returning to Dumbledore's side, Voldemort looked at Neville, who had flashed by Hagrid's cabin and wrestled with the enemy.

Neville is more suitable for such a battle than Voldemort.

He was flying in the air, with a dozen boomerangs flying around him non-stop, and at the same time he swooped down from time to time, using the two swords in his hand to kill the enemy.

And even if the enemy had armor on him, Neville could still break through the armor with the unique move of the sword.

In close combat with a sword, Neville is a professional.

"Swordsman, I really didn't expect to learn this thing to be really useful." Dumbledore said to Neville with a wry smile.

Voldemort curled his lips and didn't tell Dumbledore that even if the other party could use magic, Neville would not be cowardly.

This kid has really figured out a set of tactics that suits him.

Those boomerangs flying non-stop can not only kill enemies, but also resist spells.

And its accuracy can even block three bullets in a row.

Such precision, not to mention those Death Eaters, even Voldemort himself was surprised.

"But compared to Neville..." Dumbledore said, and pointed to a battlefield, "Your student is not very good."

Voldemort turned his head to look, and instantly saw a small group surrounded by seven people.

The team was headed by Lucius Malfoy, his two "bodyguards" were also there, and behind them, there were several teams of Hogwarts apprentices.

Among them, naturally there is Draco who advertises his identity as Voldemort's disciple from time to time.

And Dumbledore was talking about Draco.

The child was fighting with a terrified face at this time, but even though he was waving a magic wand, his posture looked decent, but the spell... was so weak that it didn't need to be weakened at all.

"He's scared."

Voldemort said something dissatisfied, and then looked down at the long sword in his hand.

Sword and magic, he must choose the same.

After all, his path was different from Neville's, and if he had a wand and a sword, he would just lose sight of the other.

"Shh."

Putting away the long sword, Voldemort turned around and disappeared in place, and reappeared, already on top of the enemy in front of Lucius.

"Om."

Suoming Botu shot out vertically, covering the three of them instantly.

"Shhhh~"

The sound of the arrow being shot sounded, and Voldemort hurriedly turned around to avoid it, but the arrow still left a long cut in his left rib.

"Draco, be brave."

Voldemort roared, then turned around in the air, returned to Dumbledore, and said immediately, "I feel that the arrow is poisonous."

As he spoke, he lifted up his tattered wizard robe, revealing the wound on his left rib.

Dumbledore reached out to wipe a little blood, put it directly in his mouth and tried it.

"Stunning potion, the dose is heavy."

After he finished speaking, he immediately reminded everyone loudly.

Voldemort, who was standing beside him, was already shaking slightly.

"Boom."

In a daze, Voldemort took out a bottle of medicine machine from his pocket, and gulped it into his mouth.

After a while, the sleepiness disappeared, and Voldemort became energetic again.

"Using energy potions to resist stun potions...is there any side effect?" Dumbledore asked with a frown.

But from the perspective of potion level, Dumbledore is worse than Voldemort.

"Slight mental abnormalities have little effect on the battle, and may even be a good thing."

Voldemort responded lightly, then Apparated again and left.

And not long after he left, Dumbledore finally began to join the battlefield.

Unlike Voldemort, who went around killing people, Dumbledore used the Transfiguration Charm more to support the struggling squad.

With his transformed puppet, those teams at a disadvantage will always slowly regain their advantage.

And Dumbledore doesn't have to stay in a certain team for a long time, he can return to the high ground and continue to watch where support is needed.

In this way, the battlefield slowly entered a balance. At least until no more enemies came, the Hogwarts faction had the upper hand by virtue of its numbers and Transfiguration.

Voldemort, therefore, had time to focus on the entire battlefield.

The Death Eaters scattered, each leading a different team to fight the enemy.

They are the real backbone. Even if the effect of the spell is severely weakened, their curses are enough to make the enemy vigilant.

The results of the professors are uneven. For example, the teams led by professors such as McGonagall and Flitwick have a clear advantage.

However, the performance of the team led by professors such as Sprout and Quirrell is somewhat unsightly.

Among these professors, Hagrid was the most eye-catching.

His size is one reason, but more importantly the way he fights.

Far combat arrows, melee sticks.

The enemy's magic came, and he caught it with his face, even if it was a weakened Killing Curse, it wouldn't make him make a sound.

The exact opposite was Snape.

He led Harry's team to fight, but whether it was him, Harry, or those who fought with them, they all showed a negative attitude to fight.

This made Voldemort couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and even observed them carefully for a while during the break.

"It's a lie, isn't it?" Voldemort asked Dumbledore, who was also observing the situation.

Dumbledore immediately turned to look at Snape's team, and then he nodded without hesitation.

"We have to get used to a man like him, Voldemort, who always has a mind of his own when we're hostile."

He didn't seem to care about Snape's behavior, and Voldemort didn't say much about it.

It's just that the depth of his eyes looking at Harry was a little weird.

Could it be that this thick-eyed child also betrayed?
(End of this chapter)