Hogwarts: Forbidden Son of the Black and White Lord

As the incantation was uttered, a circle of flame ripples began to spread continuously around the place where the sickle-shaped sword was inserted into the ground as the singular point.

And the color of this flame, which is different from the golden flame released by Augustus, presents an orange-red feeling as a whole, like the afterglow of the sun at sunset.

At the very beginning, it was just a thin circle of flames. After touching those ghouls, the flames immediately engulfed the opponent's body completely, and using their bodies as nourishment, began to intensify their own burning.

As more and more ghouls climbed up to Augustus, they were gradually swallowed by the flames. What was just a thin circle of flames had turned into raging waves of flames.

The tumbling flames, with unstoppable power and super high temperature, began to spread rapidly to the surroundings, and burned those ignorant corpses into ashes.

After all the ghouls were burned to ashes, the huge wave of flames spread to the extreme, and then quietly and slowly extinguished, as if the flame that burned everything was the same as the candles lit at a birthday party.

Blown gently by the wind, it disappeared into the night without sound or trace.

And those ghouls were also devoured by the flames, leaving only a thin layer of black ash on the ground of the cemetery.

After clearing away the small miscellaneous soldiers who were in the way, Augustus picked up the sickle sword again, and then made a forward assault, raised the sickle sword above his head, and made a diagonal cut to the left. .

"Gang clang!!"

This peculiar weapon drew a perfect semicircle in the sky, and the empty air in front of it should have been cut instantly, but the weapon stopped in midair, as if it hit some solid metal .

Where the blades intersect, there are obvious sparks shining.

Seeing that the blow had no effect, Augustus immediately drew his weapon back. With the weapon withdrawn, a stone that had been split in half fell to the ground.

And Augustus also clearly felt that someone left in front of him.

It seems that even though the other party has been humiliated like this, he is still unwilling to confront him head-on. It is not known whether the remaining rationality has recovered some IQ, or the fear of death surpasses everything else.

In the British magic world, many ordinary people dare not even mention the name of Voldemort, and he started to avoid the battle.

However, it is also very coincidental that the opponent may have set up an extremely powerful anti-apparition formation in this Riddle family cemetery in order to deal Augustus a fatal blow here.

This made the opponent feel like he was in a cocoon, and he could only use the Illusion Curse to escape, and there was no way to withdraw from here immediately.

At the same time, all the cruel things the other party did before also ushered in retribution at this time. Because the other party killed too many innocent people and adopted extreme measures, the other party's soul was trapped in his own incomplete soul .

This makes Voldemort's magic power full of strong resentment and the stench of death.

This stench was like a target, constantly guiding the direction of Augustus. As the opponent continued to change positions, Augustus also began to advance continuously.

He used his extraordinary body to predict the opponent's position at an extremely fast speed, like a lone wolf chasing a goat on the grassland, and gave the opponent a fatal blow at the point where the opponent landed.

"Gang clang! Gang clang! Gang clang!"

I don't know how many times, Augustus saw sparks appear, and countless times of perfect slashes were blocked by the opponent's stone board.

With the continuous appearance of stones that were cut in half, Augustus's attacks became more and more frequent, and he even began to slash the opponent continuously.

If a Muggle happened to pass by, he would definitely feel that he had drunk too much tonight, and a teenager wielded a strange weapon, slashing wildly at the air in front of him.

The opponent's speed was so fast that even the weapon he swung appeared as a phantom. At the same time, the air in front of him was like a stone, constantly resisting his slashing, and the sparks were like electric welding, which appeared in the dark night. Extra bright.

"Is it only to this extent? I feel extremely disappointed. I have pushed myself to this extent, fighting you with only physical strength."

"It's just to offset my unilateral crushing of you, but what about you, don't you even have the courage to fight back?"

"Don't have any illusions anymore, after today's sun rises, I will not let you leave here."

"Don't you often say that Professor Snape is a coward? What are you doing now, an ostrich who only knows how to avoid, a bug who is not even a coward."

Augustus kept slashing and roaring, he seemed to have completely forgotten that he was a wizard, and imagined himself as a gladiator in the ancient Roman Colosseum.

The opponent in front of him hid himself behind the huge shield, facing his own insults and attacks, he didn't even have the courage not to fight back.

This is actually the biggest insult to a fighter, because if you defeat a waste who doesn't even have the courage to fight back, what can you prove?A man who is only slightly better than trash?

The opponent I chose for myself is only at this level, and what can I prove to you? Insulting the opponent's level is, in the end, only insulting yourself.

Only by defeating a strong enough opponent can you prove your strength.

And under Augustus' close-to-body slashing and the repeated verbal attacks, Augustus finally heard the long-lost spell.

"Avada Kedavra Kedavra!"

A ray of residual green light shot out from the air in front of him, carrying an extremely strong breath of death, and flew towards Augustus's face at an extremely fast speed.

Facing this mortal curse, Augustus did not use magic to block it, but flexibly moved his body in the air with the help of the opponent's stone slab.

The curse flew out of the corner of Augustus's clothes, and directly hit the statue in the cemetery. The statue of the god of death did not represent the curse of the god of death.

The entire statue was blown to pieces, and along with the stone powder smoke generated after the statue was blasted, Voldemort's figure finally reappeared.

He looked extremely embarrassed now, his body was covered with gaps that exuded golden light, as if he had been scribbled on by some brat with colored crayons.

"The sword that can cut the soul directly, you are really too enviable, a young and vigorous body, a powerful ancient weapon whose origin is unknown."

"Why all the conveniences appear on you, it's really enviable, Mr. Dumbledore."

"Let's start now. Thank you for sending back my soul. I buried a very impressive skeleton here."

"You're right, I'm a dirty ghoul, so let's see if your blade, which represents the new era, can harvest the souls of the old era."

Looking at Augustus holding the sharp blade, Voldemort didn't run away anymore, but knelt down on one knee while talking, and inserted his wand directly and deeply into his arm.

Then he pressed his bloody arm directly on the ground, and finally shouted loudly.

"Morsmordre, the ghouls are back!"