Voldemort stared at the night sky, his black robes and overgrown weeds fluttering in the cool breeze.

The sound of rustling footsteps came from behind him.

"Felix Hep..." he said slowly, turning his head and looking at the person who was walking slowly towards him. Felix looked around like he was out for an outing, with a hint of just the right amount of curiosity.

"There's no one else, and no traps." Felix said, "To be honest, I'm a little surprised."

"Do I need those?" Voldemort asked back.

The two looked at each other, the light blue star rings and scarlet eyes were very conspicuous in the darkness. Voldemort held his wand and was ready for battle, but he still wanted to say a few more words before he took action.

"I originally wanted to put the battlefield in the Ministry of Magic, but that would cause too much interference." Voldemort said with regret.

"I thought you were worried about being attacked by me and Dumbledore." Felix said.

"I do have this worry, and it turns out that such caution is necessary..." Voldemort said softly, "Whose idea was it to use just a lowly vampire to test it out? It couldn't have been Dumbledore, he knew I wouldn't be fooled."

Felix didn't speak.

"That female minister?" Voldemort grinned. "She does have a way, but she doesn't know me well enough. The more intense the resistance, the more people will die."

"It's strange that you put it so bluntly. Dumbledore has seen through you a long time ago - you cherish your life, but don't care about the lives of others." Felix said, "For example

, that vampire and the two loyal Death Eaters were all discarded by you like garbage." "Loyalty? I don't need that kind of thing. As long as they fear my power, they will obey me." Voldemort said softly, "Do you know that the people who followed me at the beginning are now old or dead... When you have a long life, servants will only be endless. Do I need to understand every one of them?"

"Felix Hep, you still have human thinking and cling to those cowardly emotions... When you are older than Dumbledore and can't even hold the wand, and I am still as strong as before, you will understand my greatness."

"You put yourself in the position of an immortal?" Felix asked in surprise.

"I am now," said Voldemort.

He drew out his wand, and his pale, slender fingers brushed across the surface of the wand, calmly introducing it: "Elm, dragon heartstring, 18 inches, an excellent combination, previously in the hands of an owner who could not make full use of its strength..."

Felix recognized that it was Lucius Malfoy's wand.

"It's your turn, Felix Hype." Voldemort looked at him with interest.

Felix had nothing in his hands, but he took out another coin and began to play with it.

"Ebony, dragon heartstring, thirteen inches, my first wand. But unfortunately, it was destroyed that night," he sighed, "I haven't had time to find a suitable one, but it's not a big problem. My need for a wand is not as strong as yours - the Killing Curse can't be cast without a wand, right?"

"Because my magic power is too strong." Voldemort showed a malicious smile, "It's stupid for you to show up here empty-handed tonight before you find a suitable wand, but it's normal. I'm also troubled by this. It's not easy for wizards like you and me to find a suitable wand."

"What about your own wand?" Felix asked curiously.

Generally speaking, unless there is a huge change in personality or magic power, wizards will not easily replace their wands. The reason is that the original wand will grow with the owner, and the two will adapt to each other and can exert the strongest magic without scruples.

Voldemort's face twisted slightly. His wand... was picked up by Dumbledore. He gritted his teeth and thought that it might have been destroyed.

It can be said that since his resurrection, he has not been able to exert his strongest power because the wand can't bear it. Crouch's wand was actually pretty good, but after the battle a month ago, it was still damaged, and every time he held it, he could feel the wand wailing.

Voldemort had no choice but to change it to Lucius's. Lucius was sensible, otherwise he would have been blamed for the attack today. Who made his son develop the Bright Fire Curse with Potter? Although

Lucius swore and said that all this was Felix Hep's bad taste - he liked to put students with grudges together, Draco was an unprovoked disaster, and he took the initiative to contribute his wand, but the great Dark Lord was still not satisfied.

He was eager to have a powerful wand that could match his strength and status.

Felix smacked his lips. He didn't know that Voldemort's wand was picked up by Dumbledore and locked in a drawer in his office. He thought it was lost more than ten years ago. But this did not prevent Felix from poking Voldemort's scar.

"It seems that only the two of us can understand this kind of trouble. You know, resurrection from the dead."

He deliberately emphasized the last word. As expected, Voldemort's reaction was very intense.

"You are lying." Voldemort said harshly, staring at Felix's face with red eyes, "Felix Hep... I thought for a long time that my magic did not hit you, or at most hit part of you... Have you also transformed your body?"

Felix's heart moved.

He tasted something from this sentence, but now was not the time to think. He secretly wrote it down, and then continued to spare no effort to increase the chances of winning in the next battle. "You guessed it. It seems that my changes are very successful. The only disadvantage is that I will lose my wand, but at least I am not disfigured... And I think my eyes are much more beautiful than yours."

Compared with the scarlet in Voldemort's eye sockets, Felix's pupils were full of the mysterious aura of a wizard, which was fascinating.

This is the price of gaining power. What do you know! Voldemort thought bitterly, but he couldn't say this to Felix, and there was no need to say it anymore. He raised his wand, and a dazzling green light pierced through the thick darkness and headed straight for Felix.

The coin in Felix's hand quickly expanded in the air, and in the blink of an eye it magnified a thousand times, like a thick copper wall blocking in front of him.

The killing curse was blocked.

"What--" Voldemort shouted in disbelief.

"This is the power of money," Felix said teasingly, "Maybe this seems unimaginable to you, after all, you had no money when you were in school, and you didn't work honestly after graduation--"

"Do you think I only know the Unforgivable Curses?" Voldemort smiled coldly. His wand suddenly swung like a whip, and the gravel on the ground was driven towards Felix, making a shrill whistle. Felix disappeared, and in less than a second, he reappeared behind Voldemort, holding a glowing book of runes in his hand, flipping a page at random, and phantoms of ancient magic rushed out of the book, combining with the runes in the sky, forming hundreds of black lightning bolts that struck Voldemort head-on.

The white flames followed closely behind, condensing into sharp swords, and the darkness was penetrated like thin paper.

The harsh tearing sound and the dull collision sound mixed together, and Voldemort pulled out a silver shield from the thick darkness and blocked all the black lightning, but then it was pierced by the Fiendfyre, making a "sizzling" sound.

Voldemort pointed hard, and the silver shield rushed into the sky and was burned clean in the air.

He extended his arm and drew a circle with his wand, encircling Felix. In an instant, the weeds around him grew wildly and turned into thin snakes, hissing and circling around Felix. Then, these endless green snakes rushed up. Felix was prepared. Golden flames poured out of his hands like liquid, transforming into violent horned beasts. These behemoths living in unknown mountains raised their thick hooves and trampled the grass snakes and burned them to ashes.

Voldemort muttered something in a hoarse and low voice. It was a strange hissing sound that sounded creepy. Felix knew it was Parseltongue.

He Apparated cautiously to the other side, but his vision suddenly went black and the sound disappeared. He seemed to have lost his senses. It was a curse... Felix reacted instantly. From the perspective of magic, Voldemort's magic continued to gather, forming a frightening wave——

"Avatar, slay the dawa!"

"Armor protects!"

The killing curse and the physical armor curse collided with each other. The tall and burly Iron Knight held up a bloodstained shield to block in front. The power of the killing curse made Felix's hair stand on end. I wonder if Harry's protective magic can withstand it...

Felix thought endlessly, while putting his hand on the knight's armor and transferring the spell to it. The moment his vision was restored, he disappeared from the spot. At the same time, the knight was submerged in dazzling green light.

What is Voldemort's weakness?

Emotions?

Felix used his brain and released the Swift Patronus at will. The silver Patronus flexibly turned back in the air, dodging the green light. When it approached Voldemort, it suddenly expanded and spit out two black Dementors.

A cold chill covered the surroundings. The surrounding air seemed to freeze. The mist gathered in the cold night and kept floating.

"Dementors?" Voldemort grinned. "You're using Dementors against me?" His eyes turned red. The Dementors didn't dare to move forward. They fled in all directions. After two deep black lights, the Dementors were motionless like rotten rags. They didn't seem to be dead. They just hung quietly in the air, but they seemed unable to move anymore. They were floating in the air, and the folds of their black cloaks were swinging weakly, becoming the background of this battle.

But Felix didn't want this purpose at all.

The thinking cabin was forcibly dragged from his mind to reality. Felix and the Swift Patronus's senses were connected to each other. While there was an additional spectator's perspective, the Patronus also served as a positioning anchor. Then Felix's figure flashed continuously, faster than before, much faster! Hidden spells silently cut through the air, cut through the rocks, and divided the earth into a broken chessboard, interweaving each other into an airtight cage. Voldemort was overwhelmed. He Apparated several times, but Felix easily caught up with him. The two moved at high speed at the same time, and disappeared again at the moment the spell was just released. However, Voldemort only tried two or three times before stopping. He was far less adapted to this tactic than Felix.

The brown soil and stones were cast into a hard wall, barely blocking the spells from all directions, but he was injured for the first time in the battle.

"Felix Hep!" Voldemort roared.

In response, there was a silver stream of light like lightning. It was the Swift Patronus, but it was no longer in the shape of a swift. It turned into a bird snake and wrapped around Voldemort. Under the power of the Mind Cabin, it briefly possessed a solid entity and grabbed Voldemort's wand in one bite. At the same time, Felix held a spherical vortex in his hand. Deep blue magic was spinning at high speed in the vortex, and a strong suction force surged from the inside... Voldemort's face was pulled out of shape, and the wall protecting him collapsed into pieces.

Felix let go of his hand, and the colorless spherical vortex flew towards him quickly.

Voldemort finally broke free, and the bird snake wrapped around his body was stained with a deep dark green color, which quickly spread to his whole body and then disappeared. Then another green light rushed out of his wand and pierced into the vortex. The blue magic inside suddenly exploded and entangled Voldemort, and his body began to shrink rapidly.

"Hiss~"

Voldemort's face sometimes swelled to the size of a pumpkin, and sometimes shrank to the size of a fist. He was obviously at a great loss, and his scarlet eyes stared at Felix. Felix was turning the next page of the Book of Runes, and powerful ancient magic was ready to go.

A black mist exploded from Voldemort's body, which lasted for a long time. The messy grass leaves on the ground dried up instantly, and the soil was dyed black. Voldemort decided to leave, but he still wanted to make a final attempt. He raised his wand, and the tip of the wand condensed a deep green light. The green light was like a pool of water in a deep pool without sunlight, dispelling the surrounding darkness. Blurred figures were looming in the green light.

Felix felt a chill. He looked at the green light, and it seemed that even his thoughts had stopped.

The book of magic was flipping, and all kinds of ancient magic were sprinkled as if they were free. Felix avoided it from a distance, and an air barrier blocked him.

The green light and the strong explosion completely blew away the battlefield. All kinds of mud, gravel and rippling green light stopped three feet in front of Felix. Then, as if in slow motion, the light began to move forward little by little, and at the same time, a sound of "O�O�@�@" was made, and his magic began to collapse and disintegrate. Felix

had to disappear again, staring at Voldemort through the dust. In his peripheral vision, the air barrier that he had placed high hopes on was destroyed before it lasted for three seconds.

Voldemort's Killing Curse is so powerful that it seems to be able to 'kill' magic. If I had such a spell, I would definitely only use it. Felix thought.

Voldemort stood there, glanced at him coldly, and disappeared with a twist. He left.

"Pah."

The wand fell to the ground and broke into a pile of debris.