Voldemort's strict defense against Snape forced Kyle to temporarily give up his plan to rescue him first and start to deal with Voldemort with all his strength.

For a moment, all kinds of spells kept flashing around.

In a two-on-one situation, Voldemort began to gradually fall into a disadvantage, and he barely avoided Rosier's Killing Curse several times.

A freshly graduated student, a loser who should have quit the wizarding world long ago, actually forced the Dark Lord to this point, even forcing him to roll on the ground...

Voldemort's eyes were cold, and he felt as if he had returned to the days when he was a wandering ghost more than ten years ago. In order to survive, he could only possess those disgusting reptiles.

That had been the most humiliating experience he had ever had, and it was still the same now.

In addition to being defeated by Kyle and Rosier, another reason that annoyed him was Dumbledore's attitude...

Voldemort could accept being defeated by Dumbledore because this was not the first time. Since more than ten years ago, he had never won when facing Dumbledore, and Voldemort had long been accustomed to it.

But he couldn't accept being ignored by Dumbledore.

When he saw Dumbledore come back to life before, he was really scared and thought for a moment that Dumbledore also used a Horcrux.

What followed was fear and panic... because Voldemort knew very well that in his current state, he would definitely not be a match for Dumbledore.

Even if you really want to escape, you will have to pay a huge price to succeed.

At that moment, Voldemort thought a lot, gritted his teeth and made a great decision, and prepared himself mentally to be a wandering ghost for another few decades.

Until Grindelwald walked out of that tower.

He found himself as if he had become a match that was broken by a little wizard in the Transfiguration class and thrown aside at random.

Dumbledore never looked at him again, his eyes were always on Grindelwald from beginning to end, and even the battle scene that Voldemort imagined did not appear.

Dumbledore had no intention of taking action at all, he just randomly called someone to deal with him.

This was something Voldemort could not tolerate.

What a nobody Grindelwald is, he is Dumbledore's destined opponent!

"ah!"

Voldemort let out an angry roar, swung his wand vigorously, emitting a dazzling light, and then exploded into pieces with a snap.

The wand that was forcibly taken by Voldemort was broken, but he still released his own spell.

The hard ground seemed to have turned into a large swamp, swallowing up everything it touched. Stones, fallen leaves, and trees all quickly sank into the ground.

Rozier flew up first, and didn't care about Kyle at all.

Fortunately, the Firebolt was finally usable again at this time, flying quickly from the ground, and Kyle caught it in time and flew into the air.

"Good luck." Rozier said lightly, sounding a little disappointed.

"You're lucky." Kyle turned over and sat on the broom.

"I was ready to run away at that time. Believe me, although I don't know flying magic, I can still run out of the range of the spell in a short period of time... If the Firebolt hadn't flown to you in time, you would have had to face Voldemort alone."

"So Ms. Rosier." Kyle raised an eyebrow, "Do you think you are a match for Voldemort?"

Without waiting for her to answer, Kyle spoke on his own.

"I don't think so. You are several decades older than Voldemort... Tsk..."

Rozier's face darkened, and when he looked at Kyle again, his eyes were full of murderous intent.

"What? Do you still want to hit me?" Kyle looked at her and said bluntly, "Watch your attitude. I'm here to help you. If you have any sense of etiquette, you should express your gratitude to me instead of looking at me like that."

"This man is your British trouble!" Rozier said word by word, "Not ours!"

"So what you mean is... he came all the way here not to kill Grindelwald, but to have a picnic, right?" Kyle's voice rose slightly.

He didn't have a good impression of Rozier to begin with, and seeing that he was still so superior, he said directly and bluntly:

"If he comes to cause trouble for Grindelwald, that's your business. Otherwise, why don't you leave now? Who's stopping you?"

"you……"

"Don't talk nonsense, I didn't stop you." Kyle didn't wait for her to finish and said again: "Or I can go back to Hogwarts, so as not to hold you back here."

"Do you dare?" Rosier finally found an opportunity to fight back. "Dumbledore asked you to stay here to deal with him. Do you dare to go back now?"

"I think you got one thing wrong." Kyle shook his finger. "The reason I chose to stay here to help you is because I also want to kill Voldemort, not because... Dumbledore asked me to stay."

After saying that, Kyle really controlled the broom to a higher place and pretended to be watching a show.

"Come on, Ms. Rozier."

"Don't worry, if you die, I will definitely help you avenge."

Rozier's chest heaved violently. She realized that Kyle was not just talking, but really did not intend to help. He even took out a bottle of butterbeer.

Who drinks butterbeer in the middle of a tense battle?

Rozier felt the veins on her forehead throbbing, but she had no way of thinking about it at this moment.

As she was talking to Kyle, the area within a dozen feet around her was swallowed up, and then countless slimy, white heads stretched out from the water-like ground, roughly estimated to be several hundred.

After that there are an equal number of skeletons.

As soon as these guys appeared, they rushed over in a mighty force.

"Oh, stupid!" Rozier showed a look of disdain on his face.

Even if she could sense that those dead skeletons carried some special curse, so what? She could fly, so no matter how powerful the curse was, it would not do anything to her...

"Oh, damn!"

Under Rosier's shocked gaze, Voldemort also turned into a ball of black mist and flew up. At the same time, a skeleton jumped high and a layer of green could be faintly seen on the pale bones.

Rosier wasn't sure if it was a killing curse, but she didn't dare to gamble, so she could only smash the skull.

This process was much easier than expected. The bones of the skeleton were very fragile and fell apart instantly under the effect of the spell.

At the same time, the green light wrapped around it also shot out at a high speed, heading straight for Rozier.

Fortunately, Rosier was experienced and dodged it in time. At the same time, she was also sure that it was undoubtedly the Killing Curse.

It was placed on the skeleton in advance by some special magic to launch a sneak attack on anyone who destroyed the skeleton.

How insidious! If Rosier hadn't reacted quickly enough, she might have been hit by the killing curse. And... looking at the hundreds of identical skeletons and corpses below, ready to jump up, Rosier felt numb all over.

Not to mention that all of these things were set with that special killing curse, she would definitely not be able to deal with even half of them.

Not to mention that there is an even more dangerous Voldemort next to him.

"What a pity." Further up, Kyle sighed, "How could she have dodged that attack just now?"

Rozier's head snapped up.

Kyle's sigh also reminded her, and in order to avoid becoming a sitting duck, Rozier immediately flew in Kyle's direction.

But Kyle was prepared.

A breeze blew by, and Rosier stopped immediately. The tree closest to her right suddenly broke into three pieces, and the cuts were extremely smooth and flat.

"What are you doing!" Rozier asked coldly.

"Protect yourself, what else can you do?" Kyle said as a matter of course, and flew up again.

Voldemort watched the two's actions, a hint of surprise appeared on his face, and then quickly disappeared.

Great, they also have conflicts.

That's right, they are all dark wizards, there is no reason for Kyle to target only him.

Voldemort seemed to see the possibility of victory. If the two of them were together, he would definitely not be their match, but if they were separated one by one, then he would have the final say!

Voldemort lowered his head and looked around, then he lightly hooked his fingers and a new wand was in his hand.

He had just killed a lot of old wizards, about seven or eight of them, all of whom were in cahoots with Rosier, so there was no shortage of wands to use.

"Avada Kedavra!"

As if in tacit agreement, Voldemort seemed not to have noticed Kyle riding on the broomstick at all, and all his spells were aimed at Rosier only.

“Damn it!”

There was no way out. Although Rosier was extremely angry, for the sake of her own life, she had to give up the idea of ​​using Kyle as a shield and concentrate on dodging Voldemort's attacks and the skeletons that jumped up from time to time.

Their bodies are so light that a little effort can rival the effect of a flying spell.

Rozier couldn't hide or fight, he felt so frustrated.

"Damn it...you just stand there and watch?" she asked loudly.

"Come on, I'm rooting for you."

Without Kyle's help, the battle became one-sided again, but this time it was Rozier who fell.

Being ignored by Dumbledore, the enraged Voldemort erupted with even greater strength than before, and desperately used the Killing Curse on Rosier.

But when he raised his hand for the sixth time, he turned suddenly and pointed the wand behind him.

Two spells, one green and one red, collided in mid-air.

"Do you think I will really believe you? Believe in your crude tricks!" Voldemort looked at Kyle who was confronting him with a sarcastic tone.

We suddenly turned against each other during a battle... Do you really think he is a fool?

...Even a fool can see that there is something wrong here.

"That's true." Kyle was a little helpless. "It's already pretty good that you can act like this on impulse and purely relying on tacit understanding. At least you've been fooled now, right?"

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Kyle raised his wand and tried his best to maintain the magical connection between the two.

"What are you going to do next?"

"Avada Kedavra!"

The two voices sounded almost at the same time, and a green light rushed straight towards Voldemort from mid-air.

With his current condition, it was impossible for him to dodge, unless...

Voldemort acted decisively and released the wand in his hand without any hesitation. The beam of light condensed by magic power in the middle instantly deviated and collided with the Killing Curse.

With a loud bang, all three people present were affected, and Voldemort threw another wand.

Rozier was already very old, and after fighting for such a long time, his reactions became increasingly slow, and he was directly blown away.

As for Kyle, he was the farthest away from the explosion, with only a layer of dust on his robe.

Kyle subconsciously patted his robe with the hand holding the wand. The tip of the wand swayed, and the two flower pots that had just been taken out also swayed.

But Voldemort did not notice this change, and instead took the opportunity to dive down, trying to get himself a new wand.

Under Kyle's command, two flower pots filled with mandrakes were brought to Voldemort's ears, which was smoother than expected.

It seems that not only Rosier's reaction has become slow, but Voldemort's reaction is almost the same. Several consecutive battles have already pushed him to his limit. If it were normal times, he would not be able to fail to notice such small details.

But alas, this is not an ordinary time.

Two mature mandrakes were pulled out of the pots by an invisible thing. After leaving the soil, the mandrake roots became unhappy and opened their mouths to let out a shrill scream.

The cry of the mandrake is not only for the ears, but also for the soul...

Kyle had discovered before at Hogwarts that Voldemort's broken soul was extremely vulnerable when facing the Mandrake roots...even the enormous magic power he possessed could not completely offset the damage.

So Kyle chose to use the same old trick again this time.

The effect... can only be described as surprisingly good.

Voldemort's body tilted, and he fell straight down, hitting the ground with a bang.

"Avada..." Rosier wanted to make the final move, but the group of skeletons summoned by Voldemort quickly surrounded him and blocked Rosier's sight.

"Damn it, I can't find him!" Rozier shouted, "We must get rid of those annoying things first!"

"No need!" Kyle waved his wand downwards. A scarlet fire quickly spread across the ground...

Looking at this scene, Rosier subconsciously thought of the first time he met Kyle, he also used this kind of fierce fire spell to burn the Nurmengard Tower.

Rozier is still wondering why someone could do something so...unconventional.

She never dreamed that someone would use Grindelwald to threaten her.

Rosier's thoughts drifted further and further away. At the same time, the fierce fire was already burning fiercely in the pile of skeletons and corpses.

The monsters summoned by Voldemort were burned to ashes by the scorching fire in the blink of an eye.

The ground was dyed a crimson color, and hundreds of faintly glowing green lights could be vaguely seen.

"Be careful, those monsters carry specific tracking magic." Rozier reminded with a troubled look on his face.

Kyle said nothing.

In fact, he was already prepared the moment the killing curses appeared, holding the box tightly with one hand.

At the same time, he shouted with all his might:

"Fox!"

The next second, hundreds of killing curses arrived as expected.

But a fiery red phoenix also appeared, grabbed Kyle's shoulders, and disappeared with him in an instant.

"It's no use, you can't run away!"

Under the burning of the fierce fire, Voldemort's whole body turned black, except for his scarlet eyes, which looked extremely crazy.

"The Demon Tracking Spell. As long as you still have magic power in you, you will not be able to escape!"

Voldemort laughed, as if he had already seen Kyle being hit by hundreds of Killing Curses.

Although this was the trump card he prepared for Dumbledore, it was not a waste to use it on Kyle.

His words were soon confirmed.

Although Kyle had been taken to another place by Fox, the killing curses still chased him and even disappeared for a distance in mid-air...just the distance of Apparition.

Fox Apparated with Kyle several times, but no matter where it chose or where Kyle chose, they could not escape the killing curses.

"Isn't it strange? Why did it suddenly become so difficult..."

"Want to know the answer?"

"I won't tell you!"

Voldemort's maniacal laughter was disturbing.

Why else could it be? He did it on purpose, wanting him to mistakenly believe that those killing curses were easy to dodge.

He was indeed fooled. Who could have thought that those killing curses could track wizards, and that they couldn't be escaped even by Apparition.

I should have let Rozier play earlier.

Kyle tried to direct the Killing Curse to Voldemort, but failed. Voldemort was well prepared and did not give Kyle any chance to get close.

After trying several times, Fox's movements became slower and slower, so he simply opened his mouth to block Kyle, ready to swallow all the killing curses.

I just don't know if it can block so much.

Kyle stood behind Fox, his eyes struggling.

A moment later, the killing curse suddenly fell like raindrops...

But Fox was surprised to find that it did not achieve nirvana.

It wasn't that the Killing Curse was ineffective, but that Kyle opened the box at the critical moment, allowing another huge monster to block them.

After being bombarded by hundreds of killing curses, the basilisk's entire body turned into an ugly gray-white color, and then it fell to the ground with a bang, hitting the ground heavily and not moving.

Obviously, even the most powerful dark creature like the basilisk cannot withstand hundreds of killing curses at once.

“…”

"No!"

The one who reacted more violently than Kyle was Voldemort. He had never expected that Kyle would use the basilisk as a shield.

That's a basilisk, Salazar Slytherin's basilisk, representing the highest honor and the most noble status. How dare he do that?

How could he command the basilisk...it should obviously be his.

The constant surge of jealousy and reluctance almost drove Voldemort crazy, especially after seeing the basilisk being killed by the Killing Curse, he even fell into a daze for a moment.

At the same time, Kyle, who had been staring at Voldemort, suddenly lit up his eyes. He immediately held his breath and lightly raised the wand in his hand.

Behind Voldemort, a cluster of flames that were about to go out suddenly burned violently, and the jumping flames suddenly pierced through Voldemort's body like a sharp sword.

"The God of Fire leads the way!"

Poof! (End of this chapter)