Hogwarts: I'm the only cultivator here!

That day, Ye Feng was fiddling with pills and such in the potions class as usual, but since he was already very familiar with the previous potion refining, he rested his chin on his hand and looked around aimlessly out of boredom.

Seeing this, Ron, sitting on the next table, casually remarked, "Since it's just repeating the same work over and over again, why not use magic?"

Ron's words struck Ye Feng like a bolt from the blue, instantly giving him a brilliant idea.

Before, when I cooked rice at home, I used a wood-fired stove, and at the beginning I didn't use a pressure cooker, so I had to keep an eye on the rice to prevent it from burning.

Then I switched to a pressure cooker. Although I don't have to worry about burning the bottom, I still have to estimate the time, otherwise it's easy to burn.

But then the rice cooker came along. Putting aside everything else, the rice cooker is really convenient for cooking rice. After rinsing the rice, you just need to add enough water, put the lid on, turn on the power, press a button, and wait for the rice to cook.

Why don't you need to check the temperature of a rice cooker? The reason is simple: rice cookers use electric heating, and with a stable current, they can ensure even heating without fluctuating between strong and weak currents.

With uniform heating temperature and a suitable pre-set time, there's no need for anyone to watch over it.

Drawing on this idea, Ye Feng devised the first generation of automatic alchemy furnace, and successfully refined a batch of thirty Qi and Blood Pills in the third experiment.

He then made continuous improvements and added various pill formulas to it. Now, the automatic pill refining furnace he created has been iterated to version 8.0, and the number of pill formulas has increased to ten.

It's fair to say that nowadays, as long as you have enough materials, almost anyone can refine a batch of pills themselves.

However, the ingredients for making pills are not easy to gather, so often a group of students would work together to make one batch.

Of course, the school would also regularly refine and distribute elixirs to students, so there was no shortage of such things at Hogwarts.

Therefore, spiritual blood is not in short supply either.

There is no shortage of spiritual blood, and the materials for refining talismans often overlap with those for elixirs, so there is no shortage of materials for drawing talismans. As a result, the entire Hogwarts is currently in a situation where there is no shortage of either elixirs or talismans.

In this situation, Voldemort was pulled into the maze by Ye Feng. The maze was home to some of the strongest or richest students in Hogwarts (with the most suitors), so there were so many talismans that Voldemort was in despair.

So, just as Voldemort and his two Death Eaters were about to reach the Triwizard Tournament trophy, a deluge of talismans fell like snowflakes once more.

Seeing the talismans falling like snowflakes, not only the two Death Eaters, but even Voldemort was filled with despair.

"Damn it, you guys don't charge for your talismans, do you? Are you targeting me?"

"I just wanted to leave, what did I do wrong!"

"You won't let me leave even if I want to, huh? Since you're not willing to let me leave, then nobody's leaving!"

"Secret Technique: Avada Kedavra's Great Spinning Top Technique!"

Oh, the first few sentences were Voldemort's true thoughts, the last sentence was Ye Feng's own imagination, because in his field of vision, Voldemort suddenly started spinning.

Yes, it started spinning. I was spinning wildly like a top, and during the spin, streaks of green light shot out, indiscriminately attacking all living things around me.

Voldemort's move was extremely terrifying, at least for the two Death Eaters beside him, who were the first to be hit by it.

Fortunately, they did have some means of survival. When they saw Voldemort go berserk, they immediately took out all their best-kept secrets for survival. And these things were indeed their best-kept secrets, successfully allowing them to withstand the first wave.

However, Voldemort's attacks continued relentlessly, showing no sign of stopping.

As for Ye Feng and his group, they tacitly and decisively ran away the moment they saw Voldemort unleash his power.

These years haven't been wasted, so at the first sign of trouble, these people are incredibly shrewd and they all run away instantly.

Of course, before they ran, they didn't forget to throw out some talismans or something.

Voldemort: I **&^%#@$

Amid Voldemort's curses and the desperate magic circles of the two remaining Death Eaters, a barrage of attacks descended once more, completely engulfing them.

320 Old Fu: I'd rather be burdened with…

The overwhelming attacks completely obscured Voldemort and his two Death Eaters. Although this wasn't the first time, Fleur and Krum were still shocked to see this.

The person in the middle of the scene, Voldemort, who was once again overwhelmed by the barrage of attacks, was now completely calm, as he had slowly begun to get used to it.

Because of habit, Voldemort dealt with the situation quite calmly.

As the barrage of attacks rained down, Voldemort calmly dealt with them, and as everyone knows, there is a law called the "no harm without smoke" law.

At this moment, Voldemort and his two Death Eaters were buried in the thick smoke and dust. The smoke and light from the massive attack completely obscured the situation, making it impossible for Harry and his friends to see what was happening at the center of the attack.

At that moment, in the center of the overwhelming attack, Voldemort looked indifferently at the two people protecting him.

"Secret Technique: Double-Sided Great Meat Shield Technique!"

Although Voldemort didn't shout out the 'secret technique' he was using, he did exactly that.

The arena was engulfed in a barrage of attacks, and just as their hard-won shields were about to crumble, Voldemort grabbed a Death Eater with one hand and lifted them both up.

The Death Eaters, suddenly lifted up, turned pale with fright, but when they realized they were being lifted by Voldemort, their panic instantly turned into resolve.

“Master, just charge forward. Even if we die, our corpses will be your strong shield.”

The Death Eater originally said this only to show his loyalty before he died, but little did he expect that his words would soon become a self-fulfilling prophecy.

Of course, they are still Voldemort's strongest living shield.

With Voldemort's continuous supply of magic power, the three of them frantically replenished their shields as if they were free. In addition, the two of them also had some talismans on them, which actually allowed them to withstand the attack and break through the center of the attack.

However, although they managed to break through the center of the attack, they paid a heavy price.

As the two main tanks who were primarily responsible for taking damage, the two Death Eaters were in a truly miserable state.

Even with Voldemort providing magic, the two were now nearing the end of their lives. At this moment, their once round and fleshy faces had become so thin that they were unrecognizable, practically just skin and bones.

In addition, their clothes were tattered, and blood was seeping from their seven orifices, so it was clear they wouldn't live much longer.

Voldemort, who was being protected by the two, was not injured except for his pale face and unsteady steps. His clothes were also undamaged.

Despite paying such a huge price, they only managed to break out of the center of the attack; they are still quite a distance away from completely escaping the attack's range.

"Fuck, given the current situation, there's no way I can get out before the attack ends."

Yes, Voldemort's goal wasn't just to escape the attack range; he wanted to get out before the attack ended and the smoke and light dissipated, because he knew very well that only in this way could he completely escape the sneak attacks from those people in the shadows.

He had discovered that the talismans on the people who had ambushed him were as plentiful as if they were free, and seemingly inexhaustible. Just when you thought they were about to run out of talismans, they would pull out another huge stack for you.

In the past, Voldemort would have taken a gamble, betting that they had run out of talismans, and then charged out with the only two Death Eaters who had come with him.

But things are different now, because he has obtained Harry's blood. Now, as long as he brings this blood back, he can be fully resurrected and truly reign supreme.

Although the loss of two loyal Death Eaters pained him, as long as he took this blood back, how many Death Eaters would he need when he came to rule the world?

Voldemort knew perfectly well which one to choose between the two Death Eaters, so he decisively abandoned them, using them as shields to rush out before the attack ended, thus escaping the sight of those lurking in the shadows.

If they reappear in their sight after the attack ends, who knows if they'll pull out another huge stack of talismans?

Therefore, Voldemort dared not gamble, nor did he want to gamble anymore. He wanted to take this opportunity to break out in one fell swoop, completely get rid of the eyes of those people in the shadows, and seize the opportunity to grab the Portkey Trophy, leave Hogwarts, and bring Harry's blood back.

If he can successfully return, he will not only be able to use Harry's blood to be completely resurrected and never have to fear Harry's magic again, but he will also be able to avenge the Death Eaters he brought with him.

He absolutely hated those few 'rats' hiding in the shadows, because they were the ones who made him experience a sense of humiliation he had never felt before.

"You all just wait! When I return and am truly resurrected, when my strength reaches its true peak, I will repay you tenfold for what you have done today!"

"Oh, right, and this lousy maze, I'm going to burn it all down sooner or later!"

With a low growl, Voldemort, carrying his two barely breathing subordinates, charged frantically outwards.

Being far from the center of attack did indeed reduce the density and power of various attacks, but Voldemort also lost two ruthless shield-laying machines.

As the shields that were protecting him from attacks dwindled without being replenished, and the two men he had were no longer able to shield him except to add to his burden, Voldemort hardened his heart and decided to throw them away.

If he gets rid of the two people, he will be able to move faster without their hindrance, but the chances of him being attacked will also increase significantly.

However, even if they didn't lose the two of them, without the shield, the two of them couldn't withstand many blows with their bare bodies.

Losing two people would make me faster, but it would greatly increase the chance of being attacked. Once attacked, I might be tied down and unable to escape in time.

Although losing the two would slow him down, it would greatly reduce his chances of being attacked. However, the two wouldn't last long either, and he might not be able to break through before they were completely rendered useless.

Faced with this dilemma, Voldemort only thought for a moment before making a very clever move.

His two subordinates are now unable to cast spells, and even if they are not thrown away, they can only serve as human shields, so whether they can cast spells or move is no longer important.

Since it's simply meant to act as a physical shield, the sturdier the better, so it can block more attacks.

A body of flesh and blood can't withstand many attacks, but what if it's not simply flesh and blood? And so…

"All petrified!"

In a split second, Voldemort made the best choice for him at that moment: he used Petrify to petrify his two subordinates who were not yet completely dead.

Although petrification doesn't actually turn people into stone, it's still somewhat effective, better than blocking directly. So, Voldemort used the two astonished Death Eaters as shields and charged towards the trophy in front of him at top speed.

321 Trophy: I'm cracked

Stone is a very solid thing. It can last for millions of years, and it will remain unchanged regardless of wind, rain, sunshine, or the phases of the moon.

However, while it is hard, it is also very fragile; it can easily crumble if subjected to enough force.

The two Death Eaters in Voldemort's hands became stiff after he cast the petrification spell on them, and since they were already nearly dead before being hit, Voldemort didn't hold back at all.

In other words, when he used the petrification spell, he didn't intend for them to live at all; he simply killed them completely and petrified them, aiming to petrify them more thoroughly.

Normally, a person struck by a petrification curse will become rock hard, but their body is still flesh and blood; it's just that their appearance has become somewhat hardened.

It can be said that as long as the antidote can be prepared in time and taken before the cursed person's internal organs are completely petrified, there is still hope.

Voldemort didn't give his two subordinates a chance at all. The two were petrified almost the instant they were cursed, and even their internal organs were petrified. They were completely beyond saving.

Of course, although they were cursed and died completely, even Voldemort could not turn them into stone instantly like the legendary Medusa, so they still retained some of the characteristics of flesh and blood.

Then, the scene that surprised Voldemort unfolded.

According to his original estimate, even if the two of them were petrified, they would only be able to withstand four or five attacks for him at most, but now they have already withstood seven or eight attacks for him, and they are still not broken.

"You guys really gave me a big surprise. I didn't expect you to still be protecting me even after you're dead."

"Don't worry, although I can't guarantee that I can bring your bodies back intact, I will make sure you are properly buried, even if they are just fragments, and I will erect a monument to proclaim your loyalty and dedication to future generations."

"boom!"

As Voldemort spoke, the 'shield' formed by the Death Eaters in front could no longer withstand the powerful attack and exploded on the spot. At the moment the 'shield' exploded, Voldemort raised the 'shield' formed by the Death Eaters behind him to the front.

"What? What did you say? The promise to take their corpses back? Did I, Voldemort, say that?"

"Besides, even if I had said so, they would need to have a body for me to take away. Now it's all gone, like dust in the wind, and there's nothing I can do about it."

With a hint of regret, Voldemort led his remaining subordinates toward the trophy that was now within reach. Just as Voldemort's hand was about to touch the trophy, a long, slender, perfect, and powerful leg suddenly appeared in front of him.