He was so angry that his body was shaking slightly, but it was not because of the Death Eaters who were killed.

They are just a bunch of cannon fodder who can't even use flying magic and can only attack Hogwarts by running. Why are they worthy of the Dark Lord's attention?

He was angry because those Death Eaters had not been of any use at all and had not been able to help him eliminate the threat of Kyle.

“Don’t say that!” Kyle looked at Voldemort with a serious expression. “Everyone saw that it was your spell that killed them. It’s fine if you are guilty of a heinous crime, but don’t try to frame me!”

Voldemort felt his eyes go dark and he almost fell from the sky.

Would he, Voldemort, the most powerful Dark Lord, care how many people he killed? If he wanted to, he could kill thousands of wizards, not to mention hundreds, because no one could arrest him.

But the fierce fire explosion just now really had nothing to do with him... nothing at all!

Voldemort dared to swear on all his achievements in dark magic over the years.

Although Fiendfyre is extremely unstable, it will not lose control because of the Killing Curse. Or maybe the Killing Curse is an extremely special existence, driven more by malice than magic, so it will not affect any other spells at all...

No one knew the Killing Curse better than Voldemort.

To a certain extent, the Killing Curse can be used as a magic dispelling method. When its power is strong enough, its effect is even comparable to the end of all curses.

How could a spell-removing curse cause Fiery Flame to lose control...

It must be Kyle!

Voldemort immediately remembered what Kell had done when he first used Fiendfyre to surround the Death Eaters. Perhaps he had hidden a second spell in Fiendfyre, or perhaps he had changed its form.

In short, the Fiendfyre that exploded just now must have been controlled by him...his purpose was to prevent those Death Eaters from threatening him.

What a great idea! Not only did it resolve my own crisis, but it also helped me to throw the dirty water on him, thus saving myself from all the troubles I might encounter in the future.

That’s great…

Voldemort stared at Kyle with his scarlet pupils... He felt that his evaluation of Kyle just now was a little premature.

He is different from Dumbledore. They don't even have any similarities at all. They are two completely different people with completely different personalities.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Without any warning or any other nonsense, Voldemort used the Killing Curse on Kyle again.

However, Kyle had anticipated this. The moment Voldemort raised his wand, he pulled a Death Eater who was not yet dead from the side to stand in front of him.

"Oh! Brother, you...I will definitely avenge you!" Kyle said with a trembling voice, and the moment the effect of the Killing Curse disappeared, he threw a ball of fire towards Voldemort.

Voldemort was unable to dodge in time, and the black mist in his lower body was ignited.

The raging fire rose against the wind, as if it would completely engulf Voldemort in the next second.

"Despicable!" Voldemort roared, and took the initiative to use a spell to remove some of the black mist, and lifted the magic in the shortest time possible to fall back to the ground.

But even so, one of his legs was charred black and he looked even more listless.

Voldemort was injured, which was a good thing to be happy about, but everyone who heard his roar showed a very strange expression.

Did they hear wrongly? Did Voldemort just say that someone was mean? They must have heard wrongly.

Everyone shook their heads and stopped thinking about this question. Instead, they focused on dealing with the Death Eaters in front of them.

Not only did Voldemort want the Death Eaters to besiege Kyle, they also wanted to beat up Voldemort... In addition to helping Kyle, this was also the best time for them to win the war.

Everyone can see that Voldemort is not in good condition now. If everyone attacks together, it might be possible to stop Voldemort forever.

What they can see, of course the Death Eaters can see as well, they certainly don't want to see this happen... It can be said that if Voldemort fails, they will be completely finished.

They only hoped that Voldemort could quickly get rid of the annoying Kyle so that he could help them kill the even more annoying professors and Aurors around them, and then occupy Hogwarts in one go.

But due to some special reasons, the Death Eaters now had lost their numerical advantage, and coupled with Voldemort's wrong order just now, they even found it very difficult to resist Professor McGonagall and others, and it was impossible for them to help Voldemort anymore.

Barty Crouch Jr. suddenly felt a little dazed...

Why would he think of helping the Dark Lord? The Dark Lord was obviously invincible and he never needed the help of his servants.

It was during this moment of distraction that a spell fell on Barty Crouch Jr., knocking him flying and almost causing him to fall into the black lake next to him.

Barty Crouch, the Director of Magical Transportation, walked out expressionlessly and raised his wand again.

Compared to two years ago, he looked like he was a dozen years older, with messy grey hair and an untidy beard, as if it had never been trimmed.

It was obvious that when he was at the Department of International Magical Cooperation, he paid the most attention to his image. He trimmed his beard twice a day and had strict requirements on the number of hairs and length.

"Ah, father!" Barty Crouch Jr. stuck out his tongue like a snake, "Do you want to kill me? Kill me, the one who is standing in your way of becoming the Minister of Magic."

"I will... make up for my mistake with my own hands." Barty Crouch seemed to have not spoken for a long time, and the sound was hoarse and vague, like the sound of scrubbing an old crucible with a fire dragon skin.

But there was still no expression on his face.

On the other side, Professor McGonagall was directing the broken wood to hit Rodolphus Lestrange on the head again and again.

They are said to be made of wood, but if you look closely you will find that they are actually wooden armor holding various weapons. Judging from the style, they are similar to the decorations in Hogwarts Castle.

This is also Professor McGonagall's best Transfiguration spell, a bit like a simplified version of the Stone Pillar...

Although it is a simplified version, its power is not weak at all. Even if the wooden body is broken, it can be quickly reassembled. Unless it is the Fierce Fire Curse, it is difficult to destroy them in a short time.

Moreover, the weapon with additional magic was harder than steel. Every poke made Rodolphus scream in pain and his face became paler and paler.

In addition, he also had to deal with the magic that Professor McGonagall shot out of his spare time, and he soon became overwhelmed.

"Professor McGonagall... remember? I am your student..."

Rodolphus tried to play the emotional card, but this move made Professor McGonagall's face even uglier, and she waved the wand in her hand faster and faster.

The whole scene was in chaos. After the Fiendfyre exploded, the Death Eaters were quickly defeated and chased in all directions. Even Voldemort was retreating.

He was still shouting orders to his subordinates, wanting them to get rid of Kyle first, but this time no Death Eater responded to him. Instead, Professor McGonagall took the time to cast a Stunning Spell on him.

Then came Professor Flitwick's Binding Curse.

Voldemort also realized that he was surrounded, so he began to retreat actively and was pushed back into the castle by the crowd.

When you are not at an advantage in numbers, use the castle's terrain to fight the enemy... The same applies to Death Eaters.

And if he remembered correctly, there should still be a group of Death Eaters in Hogwarts, not those who did not go out to support, but those Death Eaters who went around to the other side of the wooden bridge as soon as the war started.

Judging from the time, they should have already entered the castle.

Oh, and there are people on the periphery, who were originally there to prevent students from escaping, but now it seems there is no need for that.

Voldemort raised his wand high and shot a conspicuous Dark Mark into the sky.

"Why are there still Death Eaters!" Professor McGonagall gasped and looked at the Dark Mark in the sky.

"There's nothing we can do. They are too good at persuading people." Professor Flitwick shook his head and turned to walk towards the school gate. "I'll stay outside to hold them off. You guys go back to the castle."

"Harry, Kyle..."

At the same time, Hagrid's voice was heard from the direction of the Forbidden Forest. He rushed out with a large number of new reinforcements.

They are the Thestrals and the Hippogriffs. It is worth mentioning that almost everyone can see the Thestrals now.

"I'm here, Hagrid..." Harry shouted, waving his arms.

"Thank God." Hagrid walked over quickly and looked around anxiously, "How are you? Where are those Death Eaters who escaped? Where did they go..."

Just now when Voldemort flew into the sky and wanted to release the trapped Death Eaters, Professor McGonagall immediately asked Hagrid to seek support in the Forbidden Forest.

Thestrals and Hippogriffs can both fly, so maybe Kyle can use them.

But it's no longer necessary now.

Of course, Hagrid didn't know this, his memory was still stuck on the moment when Kyle was about to be besieged by Death Eaters.

"And the Death Eaters, where are they?"

"It's okay, Hagrid." Harry explained quickly: "Those Death Eaters were killed by Voldemort."

"ah?"

Hagrid was stunned for a moment as he listened to Harry's words. What he just heard was...the Death Eaters were killed by Voldemort?

"That's it, Hagrid." Hermione also added: "Voldemort wanted to kill Kyle at first, but the direction of the spell was wrong, and it just ignited the Fiendfyre, which had not been completely extinguished.

"If you ask me, this is all their own fault!" Ron seemed extremely excited when he said this. "And Voldemort must be mad to death for killing his own people."

"Yeah, that's right." Hermione couldn't help but curl her lips.

The scene just now was so satisfying that even Professor McGonagall was shouting with excitement. She saw it.

"Is that so?" Hagrid scratched his messy hair.

Although he still felt that this situation was a bit too bizarre, neither scientific nor magical, but since all three of them said so, it should be true.

"How are you?" Hagrid grabbed Harry's shoulder and asked with concern, "Are you not hurt?"

"No." Harry shook his head, his face slightly flushed.

The main reason was that he was too embarrassed to tell Hagrid that he had been watching the whole time and had not fought with the Death Eaters at all.

It's not that he doesn't want to. Harry dreams of fighting the Death Eaters to the death, but he can't find any enemies.

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Professor McGonagall and her colleagues directly surrounded the Death Eaters in a circle, and he, Ron and Hermione happened to be just outside the circle.

He had no contact with the Death Eaters at all, and was afraid of hurting his own people by mistake if he helped outside, so he could only watch. The three of them were the most relaxed at the time.

"That's good, that's good, you must protect yourself." Hagrid said, and strode into the castle.

He had already missed one battle and didn't want to miss it a second time.

After Hagrid left, Harry and the other two stood there staring at each other.

"Okay, what should we do now?" Ron murmured. "I can't believe that Kyle almost defeated Voldemort. Is he really only one grade higher than us?"

The previous large-scale killing curse made him feel weak in the knees just by looking at it from afar, and he didn't know how Kyle solved it.

"Yeah!" These words also made Hermione and Harry fall into silence.

They were all about the same age, and they couldn't even resist Voldemort, but Kyle was able to defeat him.

This huge gap made the three of them unable to accept it for a while, or rather, they didn’t know how to accept it.

This was the first time they truly understood Kyle's specific strength...it felt like a dream and it was unreal.

But they also saw with their own eyes that Voldemort was defeated step by step and even retreated back to the castle on his own initiative.

"Let's hurry back to the castle." Hermione took the initiative to break the silence and said, "Since we have chosen to stay in Hogwarts, we can't just do nothing. I don't believe I won't meet a Death Eater in the castle."

"I remember there were Death Eaters in the Astronomy Tower," Ron said after thinking for a moment.

"Okay, let's go there." Hermione nodded.

She had now tacitly agreed not to join in the fun around Voldemort.

Apart from the danger, there is really nothing else to do, so I might as well go help somewhere else.

"Harry, hurry up..." Hermione said, turning her head.

"You guys go ahead," Harry said, standing there with his head down without moving.

"Harry, you..." Ron pursed his lips, "Don't be like this, Fred has already said that Kyle is not a normal wizard. There is no need for us to compete with him."

"Yes." Hermione also chimed in, "As long as they can kill Voldemort, anyone is the same. The prophecy of the savior...well, I mean, that prophecy was said by Clilawney. You know best what kind of person she is."

"Hey, what are you talking about?" Harry raised his head and looked at his two best friends with a smile on his face. "You don't think I'm worried about my identity as the savior, do you?"

"No, isn't it?" Ron asked cautiously.

"Of course not," Harry blurted out, "I was thinking about this."

He pulled a bottle from his pocket, "Remember? Snape gave it to me and asked me to go to the headmaster's office. I was thinking that now might be the time."

"I can't help much anyway, what if there's something important here?"

"That makes sense. What are we waiting for?" Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and pulled Harry into the castle. "Hurry up. Ron and I can keep watch for you."

The three of them hurried into the hallway and ran towards the stairs.

As they passed the Great Hall, Harry noticed that a battle was already in full swing there.

It was almost the same as when they were outside, with Kyle and Voldemort still firmly occupying the center of the battlefield.

People were constantly joining them around them, and Harry saw Charlie, Professor Slughorn, and the shopkeepers from Hogsmeade village, who had also arrived.

However, there was a fierce fire burning at the entrance of the auditorium, and everyone was blocked outside.

Although there were only two people in the auditorium, the damage they caused was no worse than outside.

In just a few minutes, the enchanted ceiling was shattered, and the long tables representing the four colleges were all broken into several pieces.

The grounds of the hall were covered with bottomless swamps and corrosive liquids, also the work of Kell and Voldemort.

But as time went on, Kyle gradually began to fall into a disadvantage.

It’s not that he’s not strong enough, but that his experience is not as good as Voldemort’s... But there’s nothing he can do about it, since he has only graduated for a year.

Kyle looked around irritably, as well as at the anxious faces outside the auditorium.

He's looking for Dumbledore...

It was agreed before that Dumbledore would take advantage of Malfoy's trick and move to the dark place. After Voldemort was lured out, he would appear on the spot and cooperate with Kyle to catch the opponent off guard.

With this plan, Voldemort will definitely not be able to escape.

...But where are the others now? !

Kyle felt like he was about to kill Voldemort, but where was Dumbledore?

Asleep? Kyle was getting more and more irritated, which caused him to not notice Voldemort's small movements in time. His left hand was hit by a hidden petrification spell and could not move.

Voldemort seized the opportunity, "Avada Kedavra!"

"Thunder explosion!"

The two men's spells collided again, but this time, Kyle, whose left hand could not move, could no longer launch a sneak attack like before.

Voldemort gave a cruel smile and slowly hooked his finger.

A sharp stone cone rose from the ground and headed straight for Kyle's heart.

"Looks familiar, doesn't it?" There was a hint of pride in his eyes. In order to make Kyle feel desperate, he even deliberately slowed down the speed of the stone cone.

"Oops!" Kyle's face changed, and at the same time he cursed at Dumbledore in his mind.

If he doesn't show up, I'll really die here! "Stop it, you bastard!"

"Retreat the enemy three feet!"

There was a roar from outside, the voice was familiar, but it wasn't Dumbledore's, it seemed to be Mikel's, wanting to help him.

Unfortunately it's of no use.

The Fiendfyre that Voldemort left at the door should also be a kind of dark magic, which can even ignite spells. Not to mention students, even the professor's spells may not be able to ignite...

"Bang!"

It seemed like something flew past Kyle's eyes, and then Voldemort was hit by a giant running at full speed and flew backwards in an instant.

The connection of the spell was also broken, and the scattered magical sparks exploded, blowing the only remaining Hufflepuff scoring hourglass into pieces, and scattering the yellow gems all over the ground.

"Where's Voldemort?" Kyle stood there, still a little unresponsive... "What just passed by? It seemed like a beam of light. Was it a spell?"

"It should be... not." He tried hard to recall what happened just now, shook his head, and denied his own guess in his heart.

Kyle vaguely remembered that the light was almost as thick as his arm. How could there be such a thick spell? Even Dumbledore would not be so exaggerated.

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(End of this chapter)