Of course, for some wizards, it may be more obvious.

For example, Voldemort's Killing Curse is obviously thicker than the normal Killing Curse, which also means that the power of the curse will be stronger.

But the ones that were about the same thickness as his arm... To be honest, Kyle had never seen or even heard of them.

This is beyond the scope of normal magic.

Of course, there is no need to say much about the effects it brings.

It was just a simple repulsive spell that any third-year student could master, but it made the Dark Lord experience firsthand what it meant to be powerless.

Voldemort smashed a big hole in the wall of the Hogwarts Great Hall, but that was not the end. Voldemort was still pushed, leaving a fifty-foot-long ditch on the ground outside before he finally stopped.

But he looked completely different, with his arms and legs bent, his body sunken, and even his face smoothed out. He looked like a Bowtruckle that had been pounded by a Bludger for five minutes.

Afterwards, the entire battlefield pressed the pause button because of this sudden scene.

Everyone's eyes fell on Mikel at the door of the auditorium, including Kyle.

He turned his head stiffly, looked at Mikel who fell to the ground due to exhaustion, and subconsciously pursed his cracked lips.

He almost forgot about Mikel's special situation.

He was unable to control his own magic power, especially when he just entered the first grade. Mikel successfully put himself into a state of magic overdraft with just one lighting spell and almost turned himself into a squib.

For a period of time afterwards, he relied entirely on taking magic-suppressing potions to barely ensure that his magic power would not be drained during class. He also learned how to control magic from Professor Sprout in his spare time.

Mikkel had to work hard to master the innate talents of other wizards, which directly affected his performance in other areas, such as practical spell exams.

Mikel's actual spell performance is among the lowest even in Hufflepuff.

Fortunately, Hogwarts does not have a system of repeating a grade, otherwise he would never have been able to graduate successfully and would probably still be in the third grade.

But it was also because of the uncontrolled magic that Mikel mastered an ability that no other wizard could do.

He can focus all of his magic power on a spell, causing its power to change dramatically...

Just like the repulsive spell just now.

Kell had no doubt that even a Voldemort or Dumbledore in their prime would have had to plow ten feet of ground standing there.

"Merlin, luckily Mikel only used the repulsive spell." Kyle felt relieved after figuring this out.

The repelling spell was like that, if it was changed to a blasting spell... Kyle shuddered and didn't dare to think about it any further.

It doesn’t matter whether he will be affected or not. If it is really a blasting curse, I’m afraid the entire Hogwarts will have to be rebuilt.

"Damn it, kill that guy!" The angry voice of the Death Eater next to him brought Kyle back to his senses.

"God's sword has no shadow!"

He ignored Voldemort who was knocked outside and turned around to point his wand in the direction of the hall door.

The two Death Eaters who wanted to launch a sneak attack on Mikkel fell to the ground, blood flowing from the huge wounds on their chests.

"Mikel, how are you?" Kyle walked over and asked.

The repelling spell just now also dispersed the fierce fire at the entrance of the auditorium. Mikkel lay limp on the ground, barely retaining a little consciousness.

There was no way around it. Overdrawing his magic power was equivalent to running ten kilometers in one second. He did not faint on the spot because of his rich experience.

Seeing Kyle coming over, Mikel slowly gave a thumbs up.

"That's amazing." Kyle said with a smile, "The school should give you a certificate for a perfect score in the Charms exam. What you did just now is something that even Dumbledore couldn't do."

Mickle didn't say anything. He had fainted at this time. Professor McGonagall knocked out a Death Eater and squeezed over from not far away.

"Leave him to me!"

Professor McGonagall waved her wand and a table came running over and carried Mikkel out of the battle.

It was only at this time that Kyle once again looked at the hole in the wall of the hall, at Voldemort outside.

He looked a little dazed and hadn't recovered from what had just happened.

Perhaps he never dreamed that besides Kyle, there was another master hidden in Hogwarts.

It is no exaggeration to say that he even felt the threat of death just now.

Voldemort simply couldn't believe that a mere Repulsive Spell could actually kill him. The last time he had this feeling was when he faced the Fiendish Fire that spanned the entire island of the Hexagonal Islands.

But Fiendfyre and the Repulsive Spell... are like the Sword of Gryffindor and the Butter Scraper, they are not on the same level at all.

Voldemort was scared... this time he was really scared.

He was afraid that the other party would attack again, this time with a repelling spell, but what if the next time was a killing curse?

Moreover, in his current state, let alone the killing curse, he might not be able to withstand even a repelling curse.

No, this is a conspiracy! Dumbledore must have done something before he died, or left a secret weapon against him!

“Damn it!”

Voldemort thought with gritted teeth. He glanced at the old wand full of holes in his hand and wanted to run away.

Another reason for his failure this time was that this wand restricted his spells. If they had complete control over the Elder Wand, even if all the people in Hogwarts came together, they would not be his match.

Yes, he must first master the Elder Wand.

Voldemort turned into a ball of black mist again and flew out of the school.

But Kyle rushed out of the castle at this moment.

A fire dragon formed by fierce fire blocked Voldemort's way, forcing him to stop.

Voldemort looked at Kyle angrily.

Kyle looked back without giving in.

The fight has come this far, and there is no way to let Voldemort escape. He has just discovered that although the magic that can turn into black mist is troublesome, it can be ignited by the Fiendfyre.

That's easy to say. In addition, Hogwarts prohibits Apparition. Voldemort wants to escape? Impossible!

"Do you think you're sure to win?" Voldemort looked at Kyle coldly with his scarlet pupils.

Kyle didn't answer.

Because more and more people have come, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Chris...

He certainly couldn't do it alone, but with so many people together, they could definitely kill Voldemort.

Voldemort's face was gloomy, and the veins on the hand holding the wand were bulging.

"I haven't lost yet!" His voice was no longer loud and clear, but became hoarse and made a hissing sound like a snake.

Indeed, he has not yet been defeated.

There is still a group of Death Eaters outside Hogwarts. He has just called them together. As long as they join the battlefield, he will be able to buy time to escape.

Voldemort thought to himself, cursing at the rubbish for being so slow.

His Dark Mark has already appeared for five minutes, and it hasn't arrived yet... Even if it's a group of Muggles, they should be able to come here by now!

Voldemort tried his best to resist more and more spells, and his movements became slower and slower...

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, he heard footsteps.

"Let's go together and kill them!" Voldemort gave the order excitedly.

But no one responded to him, and the silence behind him was eerily quiet.

Voldemort could not help but turn his head, only to find that there was no Death Eaters behind him, only one person from beginning to end.

A witch.

"You are...Diana Shafiq!"

"Oh, Mom?!"

Voldemort and Kyle spoke at the same time.

"It's me." Diana said with a smile, then looked at Voldemort, "If you are waiting for someone... Sorry, they may not be able to come."

"You killed them..." Voldemort's expression kept changing.

"No, it's just that there was no one outside when I came." Diana's expression remained unchanged. "I think they might have gotten tired of it, or knew you were going to fail, so they ran away."

"Impossible!" Voldemort blurted out.

He could smell the faint scent of blood on Diana at this moment, so how could he not have met anyone?

"If you don't believe me, go and see. There's no one outside." Diana raised her wand and swung it upwards.

The Black Lake next to it surged, and a thirty-foot-high wave suddenly rose up and hit Voldemort.

After Voldemort dodged, the huge wave hit the ground again and quickly froze into ice. Countless sharp ice cones exploded at the same time and pierced Voldemort like a frozen thorn flower.

At the same time, the huge fierce fire dragon also appeared above Voldemort's head.

This left him with nowhere to hide, and his shoulder and thigh were pierced at the same time. Blood left a glaring mark on the ice cone, but it was quickly melted by the fierce fire and disappeared.

"The Stone Pillar has revived!" Professor McGonagall shouted.

Seven or eight stone statues that had been destroyed long ago stood up again and swung their weapons at Voldemort.

Then Professor Flitwick, Professor Sprout...

"Wind blade stabs straight!"

"Thunder explosion!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

…

"None of you can kill me!" Voldemort roared frantically, "Avada..."

A ball of green sun suddenly burst out from the old wand, and a killing curse with a larger range than the previous one swept over, taking away all the spells flying towards Voldemort.

But the old wand also made a crisp sound, and only a core was left connecting the wand that was broken in the middle.

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"I want to see how many times you can block it!" Kyle gasped and raised his wand again. Professor McGonagall also forced herself to stand up.

However, at this moment, a black shadow suddenly flew past and hit Voldemort directly.

Kyle saw it, but couldn't stop it.

The fierce fire had just disappeared, and coupled with his consumption being quite great, it was difficult for him to continue standing, let alone controlling such a huge fierce fire.

Without Fiendfyre's obstruction, and being led out of the encirclement by the guy who suddenly appeared, Voldemort immediately found an opportunity and turned into a ball of black mist and flew away with the other party.

"Come back, you coward, come back!" Professor McGonagall roared at Voldemort's back.

She couldn't accept it. They were almost victorious, but Voldemort ran away...

"Forget it, Minerva." Diana came over and comforted her, "Voldemort was ready to fight to the death just now. If we continue, we may not be able to kill him completely, but half of the people here will definitely die."

"I don't care!" cried Professor McGonagall. "I wish I could die with him!"

Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout on the side also echoed it. It can be seen that they are sincere. If they can really drag Voldemort to death together, they will definitely not hesitate.

However, Kyle noticed something Diana said...it might not kill him completely.

Completely...yes, Horcruxes!

Kyle slapped his head.

He was a little too excited in the fight just now and forgot that Voldemort still had Horcruxes. With this layer of protection, even if he was burned to ash by the Fiendfyre, he would turn into a wandering soul and escape like he did a dozen years ago.

Perhaps after a dozen years, he will possess a professor again and come to the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts to steal unicorn blood.

But... he still wanted to kill Voldemort.

Kyle rubbed his numb face.

He was not worried at all, or not afraid that Voldemort would come back.

First of all, his loyal Death Eaters had basically been wiped out. Without anyone's help, it would be very difficult, basically impossible, for Voldemort to resurrect again.

First of all, there is no way to get the servant’s flesh... Oh, and there is no way he can find his father’s bones.

In addition, even if Voldemort really survived a disaster more than a decade later and found a way to revive and make a comeback, Kyle is confident that he can beat him up...

After all, he couldn't just stand still during this period, right? Wouldn't it be easy to deal with Voldemort by then? He would just hang him on the highest tower of the castle.

So Voldemort's resurrection would just mean a couple of beatings, which wouldn't be very meaningful.

But this time, letting him run away made Kyle very angry, and he kept cursing Snape in his heart.

He saw that the person who finally took Voldemort away was Severus Snape. Kyle really wanted to ask him if he really considered himself a Death Eater.

"So, you want to see Minerva McGonagall and the others killed as well?"

"Of course not." Kyle raised his head, looked at Diana in front of him, and whispered, "I just feel unwilling."

"It can't be helped," Diana said.

Kyle sighed, "But mom, why are you here?"

"Yeah." Chris also ran over. "The Unspoken should not be able to participate in this kind of... um, war that is enough to change the landscape of the wizarding world, right? Or did you change the rules?"

"No, I just quit my job." Diana said calmly.

She didn't seem to want to talk about this topic, so she said a few more words to Kyle and then went to find Professor McGonagall.

Kyle also returned to Hogwarts Castle.

Just now, when they were confronting Voldemort outside, the others had already dealt with the Death Eaters in the castle and were cleaning up the battlefield.

People were killed, not just Death Eaters, but students, professors, Aurors as well.

Kyle saw a small body lying on the cold floor.

Kyle remembered that his name seemed to be Dennis Creevey, a fifth-grade student.

He definitely couldn't stay in school at his age, so he must have sneaked back without telling anyone.

Scrimgeour, the head of the Auror Office, was also dead, and only half of his body was found.

Several young wizards who had just reached adulthood had numb expressions, showing no signs of excitement or excitement before the war began, even though they won.

But that's war.

Everyone thought that war was passionate and that courage was enough... until they saw the passing of life with their own eyes.

Then they will soon realize the true meaning of war.

That kind of omnipresent fear will crush, shatter, and crush all your will until you completely lose all your fighting spirit and collapse completely.

They were lucky. Most of the Death Eaters were tied up outside the castle, and the professors had enough energy to concentrate on dealing with the enemies in the castle. Otherwise, the situation would have been even more tragic, and they might have collapsed before the end of the war.

Kyle also saw Lupin. He was seriously injured and his whole body seemed to have withered, become skinny and wrinkled, looking like a piece of rue that had been roasted and dried.

Judging from the situation, it should be caused by some kind of black magic. Fortunately, today is a full moon, and the werewolf's body has given him more vigorous vitality and recovery ability far beyond that of normal wizards, so he is still alive now.

Tonks was there to take care of him.

On her other side were Dedalus and Hestia, both former members of the Order of the Phoenix, but whose luck had not been as good as Lupin, lying there quietly.

Kyle walked around anxiously. Although it was a bit selfish to think so, he was really glad that he didn't see any familiar people or good friends.

Cedric is still alive, and Ryan and Mikel also luckily escaped.

Fred lost an ear, but he didn't seem to think it was something to be sad about. Instead, he thought they should celebrate.

Because now everyone can finally tell him apart from George.

"I have a great idea." George leaned against the wall, not wanting to move his fingers, but talking non-stop, "We can design a fake unicorn ear. Believe me, your glasses will not fall off when you wear them."

"I think the three-headed dog's ears are also good." Fred discussed with him enthusiastically.

"Or an elephant's ear." Kyle couldn't help but join them, "You can use it as a weapon in a critical moment."

"That's a good idea." Fred smiled. "I hope you can make it look better for me. It would be best if it has retractable ears. Otherwise, it would be a waste if it's so big."

"I'll try my best." Kell said with a smile, "But don't you consider your original one? Madam Pomfrey should be able to connect it back."

"Well... forget it this time." Fred shrugged and said nonchalantly: "I've always wanted to install a new one."

"Oh, Harry, I'm so glad you're alive." Neville's voice came from around the corner. "Where are you going?"

"Do one thing, one thing that must be done," said Harry. "Only in this way can we defeat Voldemort."

"But……"

"Listen, Neville, I want you to do me a favor."

"But Voldemort has already..."

"If you see a snake with three heads, you must kill it."

"Harry, I want to say..."

As they were talking, they had already turned the corner.

Looking at the busy people in the castle, Harry was suddenly stunned.

What's going on? Why is everyone cleaning up the battlefield and treating the wounded?

What about the Death Eaters?

What about the ubiquitous spell?

"That's what I wanted to say." Neville finally found his chance, "Voldemort has been driven away. We have won."

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(End of this chapter)