Hogwarts: I am the White Lord

Chapter 567 Recognition among Slytherins

As soon as he finished speaking, Voldemort turned into black smoke and began to move away from Sebastian rapidly.

At this moment, there was only one thought left in his mind - to survive, to survive by any means necessary!

Even if you are struggling to survive like a maggot, as long as you can survive, there are endless possibilities.

Apparate? Can't do that here.

Portkey? Too late to make one.

But he could still fly, and his flying magic gave him unparalleled maneuverability, so it wasn't so easy for Sebastian to stop him.

As long as he flew away from this anti-Apparition area, he could use Apparition to quickly escape from here, then calmly and slowly shake off the opponent, and then he would be free to do whatever he wanted.

Looking at the black fog that was moving away from Voldemort, Sebastian smiled slightly: "My Lord Dark Lord, I dare to talk to you here because I am absolutely sure that you can't escape."

His voice was neither hurried nor slow, with a calmness that came from someone who was in control of the overall situation.

"Flying magic is indeed a good thing, but unfortunately, I have already developed the corresponding counter-spell."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his wand and swung it fiercely into the air.

On the ground, countless people watched this scene with bated breath.

They couldn't hear what the two were talking about, they could only see Voldemort fleeing in panic, at an astonishing speed, flying dozens of meters away in almost an instant. Sebastian didn't even chase him, he just waved his wand on the spot.

In an instant, a dazzling white halo suddenly spread out, cutting through the night sky like lightning, and instantly caught up with Voldemort.

The black fog shrouding Voldemort dissipated in an instant. His figure suddenly lost support and fell straight from the sky like a bird with broken wings.

However, Voldemort was a legendary wizard after all, and he swung his wand violently just before it touched the ground.

"Shock reduction and speed stop!"

An invisible buffering force spread out, suddenly slowing down his falling speed, and he finally landed lightly on the ground.

However, before he could stand firm, a sharp pain suddenly burst out from his soul.

This pain was more intense than any other time, causing his brain to go blank for a moment. He fell to the ground in a mess without even a chance to think calmly.

"Is he dead? Is the mysterious man dead?"

"Probably not yet. Professor Swann hasn't announced the results yet. Don't go over there."

"Don't be impatient. The mysterious man is no match for Professor Swan. We just need to wait quietly."

Voldemort lay on the ground, his nose filled with the acrid smell of earth. The pain in his soul gradually disappeared, and was replaced by an extreme feeling of weakness.

"Hu-hu-"

He was breathing heavily, like a drowning man who had just surfaced, and every breath was indescribably heavy.

He struggled to prop himself up and forced himself to stand up. The noisy sounds around him gradually dissipated, as if suppressed by some invisible force, and finally turned into dead silence.

Voldemort raised his head and saw Sebastian.

At this moment, he had shed his dragon form and returned to his gentle appearance, standing quietly in front of him with a smile on his lips and his eyes deep and calm.

Looking around, countless wizards were standing not far away and surrounding them, like an ancient dueling arena, and he and Sebastian were standing right in the center of the dueling arena.

There are so many familiar figures in the crowd.

A complex expression appeared on Horace Slughorn's round face. Voldemort seemed to see a hint of regret in that look, not sure if it was an illusion.

Lucius Malfoy stood there with his head held high. His former humility had completely disappeared, replaced by an unconcealable smugness and pride.

Regulus Black stood a little further away, his eyes calm as water, his face expressionless.

In addition, Amelia Burns, Moody, McGonagall, Flitwick, Quirrell and so on, people he knew and didn't know, all stood around, looking at him with strange eyes.

There were two familiar figures on the top of a tall building that no one noticed in the distance. Voldemort recognized them. They were Snape and Dumbledore. However, they were too far away and he couldn't see their expressions clearly.

There is no escape...

Voldemort clearly realized that his death was approaching.

Unlike what he expected, he did not feel fear or unwillingness. On the contrary, he felt unexpectedly calm, as if he had already accepted the outcome.

He scanned the crowd again, his eyes falling on Harry Potter, the boy whose life had been completely changed and led him to this point.

A complicated look flashed across Voldemort's eyes, and then he cursed softly in his heart.

Damn prophecy, not accurate at all!

After cursing this, he felt much better.

His gaze turned to the distance, towards the Hogwarts Castle in the night.

The place that once carried his original dreams and ambitions, the place he once regarded as home, now has become a luxury to visit again.

Voldemort stared at it in silence for a moment, silently bidding it a final farewell.

Then he retracted his gaze, straightened his body, and looked at Sebastian again.

This time, he looked very carefully, as if he was meeting this person for the first time, and as if he wanted to imprint this person in his mind.

There was no more anger or hatred in those scarlet eyes. Instead, there was a rare emotion - admiration.

It was a recognition among Slytherins, an acknowledgement of the stronger ones.

At this moment, he finally accepted the fact: the person in front of him was the Slytherin who truly surpassed him.

"Sebastian," Voldemort smiled calmly, raised his wand to his chest, bent slightly and made a duel salute, "As a wizard, I challenge you to a duel!"

Seeing this, Sebastian straightened his face, and also held his wand upright in front of his chest, performing an impeccable duel salute.

"My Lord Dark Lord, I accept your duel."

After about three breaths of silence, the two raised their wands almost at the same time, and the same green light flashed on their wands.

"Avada Kadawa!"

"Avada Kadawa!"