Hogwarts: I am the White Lord

Chapter 564 Account Reconciliation

Voldemort didn't even blink at the changes on the battlefield, or rather, he simply didn't care. All his attention was locked on Sebastian, and he launched a fierce exchange of spells with him one after another.

However, just as he blocked Sebastian's spell and was about to raise his wand to retaliate with the Fatal Curse, a piercing chill suddenly climbed up his spine, causing the blood in his body to almost freeze in an instant.

He suddenly raised his head and looked at the new city of Hogsmeade behind Sebastian in doubt.

Just now... he sensed that a Horcrux was destroyed in that area.

Gold Cup?!

How could my gold cup appear in the new city? !

Why at this time?!

In an instant, rage swept through his reason like a huge wave, and murderous intent surged in Voldemort's scarlet eyes. He suddenly turned his gaze to Sebastian in front of him and growled through gritted teeth.

"You vile thief—it was you! You stole my golden cup!"

Before he finished speaking, he raised his wand, and a deadly green light wrapped in violent anger shot towards Sebastian.

A silver shield suddenly appeared, blocking the deadly green light as accurately as a stream of light.

clang--

The moment the spell struck, a violent ripple of magic exploded in the air, and even the night sky was slightly distorted by the shock.

At the same time, Sebastian sneered and looked at the furious Voldemort with a playful look, his voice full of sarcasm.

"Oh, Lord Dark Lord, have you finally realized that your weakness is being destroyed?" He shook his head leisurely, and said exaggeratedly with a hint of regret, "This is really not easy."

Everything is the same as in the original book. Voldemort didn't feel anything when the first three Horcruxes were destroyed. This is why Sebastian put Nagini in third place in advance.

He wanted to keep Voldemort hopeful, and then play a good trick on him. Finally, he would announce the answer and let Voldemort experience the pleasure of falling from heaven to hell.

"By the way, let me remind you," Sebastian said lazily, as if he was correcting a student's mistake, "that is not your cup. It is clearly Ms. Hufflepuff's cup. I am only fulfilling my duty as the deputy headmaster of Hogwarts and recovering it from the real thief."

Voldemort's face was terribly gloomy, and his scarlet eyes were filled with violent rage. Without a moment's hesitation, he cast another dark spell at Sebastian.

The silver shield reappeared, easily blocking the deadly spell. Sebastian tilted his head slightly, with a meaningful smile on his lips.

"What? The Dark Lord won't even admit this?"

There was a surge of murderous intent in Voldemort's eyes, and the wand in his hand was shining. It was obvious that he didn't intend to waste any more time talking to him.

However, Sebastian didn't care at all. While exchanging spells with the other party, he continued in a relaxed tone: "Also... do you want to play a little game, Lord Dark Lord? Guess which number the golden cup is?"

Listening to Sebastian's incoherent words, Voldemort's face turned completely dark.

"Haha, are you so proud of just destroying my two Horcruxes, Sebastian?"

"It doesn't matter if the Golden Cup is the second, third, or fourth Horcrux you destroyed. You have no idea how many I made, and you will never be able to find them all."

"Really? So confident?" Sebastian curled his lips slightly, "How about we check the accounts?"

Voldemort stared at Sebastian fiercely, alarm bells ringing in his heart.

Sebastian smiled faintly and said casually: "Well, let me tell you first, I found seven in total, and the golden cup was the fourth one I destroyed."

"I still have three left in my hand," Sebastian counted slowly, ignoring Voldemort's murderous expression, "the Ravenclaw diadem, the Gaunt family ring, and the tattered little notebook you used when you were in school."

Seven?

Voldemort's pupils suddenly contracted.

He was sure that he had only made six Horcruxes, how could there be seven?

After Nagini, he tried many times, but never succeeded in making another Horcrux.

Due to the brain occupation technique, Voldemort still didn't know about Harry's special Horcrux, so after hearing that there were seven Horcruxes, his first reaction was that Sebastian was bluffing.

At the very least, he didn't believe Snape would betray him, and he firmly believed that Nagini was still safe.

But...Ravenclaw's Diadem?

His heart suddenly tightened. The crown hidden in the Room of Requirement was almost unknown to anyone, and the other party should not be able to find it.

He stared into Sebastian's eyes, trying to determine whether the other party was simply trying to scare him or had really found the crown.

At this moment, Sebastian raised his eyes slightly and said casually: "According to the time, it should be the crown's turn."

"What a joke..." Voldemort sneered, but before he finished his words, his expression suddenly changed.

A sudden sharp pain appeared in his soul, and along with this pain he clearly felt that the existence of the crown had completely disappeared, and its location was exactly on the top floor of the Swann Alchemy Building in the new city of Hogsmeade.

Compared to the golden cup, this impact was more direct. His body shook slightly, and he even held the wand in his hand tighter.

And at this moment, Sebastian's voice sounded again, as calm as the whisper of death.

"Next - the Ring."

Hearing Sebastian's calm voice, Voldemort's heart was completely confused.

He originally thought that Sebastian was bluffing, but this sudden feeling of weakness was extremely real, and he was very familiar with that kind of soul pain.

His spells became less powerful.

Although the degree of weakening is extremely small, it cannot be ignored.

He has always had extremely precise control over his spells. At this moment, the feeling of uncontrolled weakening frightened him and made him even more angry.

If the crown is destroyed, then the ring... the notebook... are most likely all on the top floor of Swann's alchemy.

There's no way to defeat Sebastian today.

This realization made Voldemort's heart sink to the bottom. He was unwilling to admit it, but the facts were already before him. With the disappearance of one Horcrux after another, his power was inevitably declining.

He couldn't continue to be entangled and had to leave to preserve his strength.

As this thought came to mind, a surge of crazy ruthlessness surged from the bottom of his heart.

How could Voldemort escape in such a miserable manner? !

There are still two Horcruxes in the new city, he must take them back, even if it is only one. In this way, plus Nagini has two Horcruxes of her own, the margin of error will be much greater.

In a flash, Voldemort had made up his mind. He looked coldly at Sebastian who was blocking the way to the new city.

The distance between the two sides is less than ten meters, so they have to fight hard.

The next moment, he flew towards Sebastian, raising his wand, his scarlet eyes full of cruelty.

"Avada Kadawa!"

Three green lights shot out continuously, at extremely fast speeds and extremely powerful powers. Voldemort was sure that the silver shield alone could not block these killing curses.

He wanted to force the other party to give up the way, and then take the opportunity to break through as quickly as possible to take back his Horcrux.

However, contrary to Voldemort's expectations, this time, Sebastian had no reaction at all.

He did not wave his wand, cast any defensive spells, and did not even attempt to dodge. He just flew quietly in the air, as if he had given up struggling, allowing the three fatal curses to hit his chest without any hindrance.

So simple?

Won? !

Voldemort's pupils shrank suddenly, and then an uncontrollable ecstasy surged in his heart.

He never expected that victory would be so easy!

No wizard could survive such an attack, not even Sebastian Swann.

He ignored the dead Sebastian and flew straight towards the new city without slowing down.

He still had the Horcruxes there, and he had to get them back first, then go back and deal with the rest, completely crush those who dared to resist him, and then enjoy the joy of victory in peace.

However, just as he passed by Sebastian, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a blurry black shadow in his peripheral vision.

In an instant, a strong sense of crisis suddenly exploded!

It was a thick black mace, which Sebastian held tightly in his left hand and swung up suddenly.

At the same time, that familiar voice rang in his ears.

"Thunder gossip!"