Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 80 Killing Moment

"Boom."

When he walked out of the church, he was shot in the face.

Voldemort had already raised the Iron Armor Curse, and the bullet sank deep into it, failing to do him any harm.

"The Iron Armor Curse, God invented it, probably to resist the bullets of the wicked."

Voldemort said to Angel, and Angel's eyes widened on his back. All this seemed amazing to her.

"Avada~~Death~~~"

The wand twists, a green light shoots where the gunshots sound, and a life goes to meet God, or Satan, who cares.

"Are you really an angel? Are you sent by God?" Angel asked.

"No, I'm a wizard, and I don't believe in God."

Voldemort cast a killing curse again, "Maybe God is a powerful wizard, and I need to meet him to confirm his identity."

"What does Avada Kedavra mean? Does it make people faint?"

"It can't do it, Angela, it can only take life, and it's useless for nothing else."

As Voldemort spoke, his hand kept on shooting green light again.

"Boom."

There was a gunshot from the corner, and someone was attacking him, but he was still blocked by the Iron Armor Curse.

"Can I become a wizard?" Angela asked.

"It shouldn't be possible. If you have talent, you won't be here."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he cast the Killing Curse again.

This feeling is really refreshing, one after another fresh life is terminated, the feedback brought back by black magic is infinite darkness and sin, as well as the comfort that nourishes the bones.

He enjoys the process and is happy about it.

I really am a bad person... he thought so, and cast the death curse again.

"Are all wizards so powerful?" Angela asked again.

"Of course not." Voldemort said, "I am the most powerful dark wizard of our time, the darkest and most evil one in the wizarding world."

"Giggle..."

Angel laughed like a silver bell on his back, as if Voldemort's words were a very good joke.

"Boom."

Voldemort kicked away a house, and an old man was pointing at him with a shotgun, but the green light was a step faster—the wizard's reaction was faster, and the old man's reaction was not as good as ordinary people's.

"If you represent evil, then you must be Lucifer. You chose to fall because you were dissatisfied with the darkness in the world."

"Hehe." Voldemort chuckled twice, looked at the children running around not far away, and said, "Are they guilty?"

"Being born in this village is the original sin." Angela said coldly.

Voldemort was silent for a moment, then raised his hand and shot a green light - it might not be kind, but who cares?

With the death of the child, both Voldemort and Angela became a little silent. They just kicked one house after another together, found one person after another, and kept killing them.

"If you don't like it, you can forgive them..." Angela said, her voice soft and weak.

Voldemort glanced at her over his shoulder, noticing that she was pale and her eyes were blurred.

"dying?"

"I think so."

"I don't think so." Voldemort turned his wand upside down. "Heal fast...heal fast...heal fast..."

The wound is too big, but under the healing spell, his life is safe. As for the leg...it should be impossible to save it.

"Thank you, Lucifer..." Angela regained her spirits, hugged Voldemort tightly from behind, and rubbed her head against his neck.

"You're welcome."

After Voldemort answered, he turned the street and saw a group of people fleeing cautiously to the outside of the village.

Without any hesitation, raising his hand was a big melon, and another villager lost his life.

"Devil, I will fight with you."

Someone roared and shot, but all he got was a green light.

There was no expression on Voldemort's cold face, and Quirrell trembled in the depths of his soul. He had never seen his master so cruel.

Suddenly, Voldemort stopped, and the villagers ran out quickly no matter what the reason was, while Angela looked at Voldemort worriedly.

Voldemort looked towards the lower left corner. Four Chinese characters that had never appeared before were slowly emerging and lighting up. Those four characters were...

Time to kill.

"The time to kill?" Voldemort couldn't help muttering, and ran quickly.

After catching up with the villagers not far away, Voldemort silently cast a Killing Curse—the dazzling green light of the Killing Curse was not weakened by the silent spell.

Killing Moment Feature [-]: The Killing Curse can be launched silently, and the effect of the Killing Curse will not be weakened by half... Voldemort made the first characteristic guess in his mind.

The Silent Curse itself is extremely difficult, coupled with the equally extremely difficult Killing Curse, the combination of the two, even the peak Voldemort, dare not say that he can cast the full effect of the Killing Curse.

This is obviously the credit of the killing moment.

A characteristic Voldemort was protruded, and he didn't stop the movement of his hands. He immediately cast a magic front and no shadow spell.

But it's a pity that there was only a not deep wound on the cursed villager.

Voldemort frowned, and waved his wand again, still using magic under the silent spell, this time he used the Throat Curse.

"puff."

His throat seemed to be sliced ​​by an invisible sharp knife, Voldemort's eyes lit up, he thought for a moment, and then used the Shadowless Curse again.

This time, his target was the back of the enemy's head—like a sharp knife cutting through the void, it directly split the villager's head in two.

Killing characteristic two: As long as the purpose is to kill the target, the silent spell will not affect the effect of any spell... Voldemort made another guess.

In order to verify, he began to bombard indiscriminately, using the Explosive Curse, the Fire Curse, and the Flying Curse, as long as they were effective means of killing the enemy, he would try them all.

And it turned out that the silent spell did not at all diminish the effects of any magic.

Even the most powerful master of silent spells, it would be difficult to achieve my level... Voldemort guessed, wanton killing.

"Bang, kuang, kuang..."

After a series of noises, an incandescent light shone into the village.

Pokis turned all the headlights over, and sporadic gunshots could still be heard outside the village. He was helping Voldemort and strangling the village.

After a brief pause, Voldemort swung his wand again, killing one after another the villagers who fled back to the village.

Gradually, he felt the side effects of the moment of killing—the desire to kill would amplify infinitely with the killing, and this desire seemed to surpass everything.

A hound ran by the side of the road, and Voldemort cast a spell without hesitation. The child who followed the hound sat on the ground in fright, and Voldemort followed up with another spell.

He couldn't stop at all, and there was no mercy left.

Angela, who was on her back, gradually felt the changes in Voldemort. She was a little scared, but she still gritted her teeth and hugged Voldemort tightly.

And Quirrell in Voldemort's mind was already frightened. He wanted to go to sleep earlier, but he couldn't do it at all.

All life is dissipated under the spell, and the killing is developing towards an irreversible situation.

(End of this chapter)