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Chapter 78: I Have Plenty of Tricks Up My Sleeve
Chapter 78: I Have Plenty of Tricks Up My Sleeve
"Stupid!" Voldemort laughed at Ivan's words, acknowledging that this young wizard was quite impressive, but to think that this alone could bridge the gap in power?
What a joke?
Ivan ignored Voldemort's taunts and tried to control the Shadow of the Unicorn to charge at Voldemort.
The white figure moved through the air, unbound by gravity and physical limitations, like a bolt of white lightning.
"Multi-Bullet Spell!" Voldemort raised his wand, and large chunks of debris floated into the air, numbering in the hundreds. With a flick of his wand, these rocks of various sizes whistled through the air, hurtling towards Ivan.
The same Multi-Bullet Spell, but in Voldemort's hands, it was several times more powerful than when Ivan cast it!
And this was still Voldemort in his weakened state, with only a fraction of his former power.
The indiscriminate area attack forced Ivan to hide behind a fallen pillar, focusing on controlling the Shadow of the Unicorn.
This white, ethereal figure seemed to be non-existent; the sharp, jagged rocks passed right through the Unicorn, leaving trails of transparent mist.
Seeing that his spells were ineffective, Voldemort waved his wand, casting a dozen Magical Barriers around himself.
However, these hastily constructed defenses proved useless.
In the next moment, the white, ethereal figure had already penetrated the layers of Magical Barriers and was in front of Voldemort.
Although the previous rocks and Magical Barriers suggested that the Unicorn was just a false illusion, Voldemort did not dare to relax. A thick black fog enveloped his body, and a fierce Fiendfyre erupted from the tip of his wand!
But this time, the Fiendfyre, which could incinerate anything, had no effect. The Unicorn's body passed through, and the black fog only provided a slight resistance, but it was too late.
A pair of hooves, transitioning from ethereal to solid, struck Voldemort's chest, which visibly caved in. Voldemort's body was instantly thrown back, crashing into a distant pillar.
The bizarre Fiendfyre clung to the Unicorn the moment it materialized, but its body, composed of magic, dispersed into wisps of white light before reassembling into its original form, as if the Fiendfyre curse had no effect on it.
But as the controller, Ivan felt his magic power drained by more than half, his head spun, and he nearly fell to the ground.
He also lost the best opportunity to pursue.
By the time he recovered, he looked at where Voldemort had fallen, and the bizarre figure was already standing up.
The black robe draped over Voldemort was now tattered, the hood torn back to reveal his bald, wrinkled head, with visible burn marks on the exposed skin.
More importantly, black fog continuously seeped from the exposed skin, even with his chest caved in, Voldemort showed no signs of death.
This resilience left Ivan speechless. How could he still be alive?
"You should die!" Voldemort, having been reduced to such a state by a first-year young wizard, had lost his composure and raised his wand to cast his most proficient spell, the Avada Kedavra!
A blinding green light pierced through the white figure and aimed directly at Ivan.
Unfortunately, such targeted spells were actually the easiest for Ivan to deal with, as he only needed to hide behind cover again.
To prevent Voldemort from using large-scale spells to attack indiscriminately, Ivan controlled the Shadow of the Unicorn to launch another assault.
It was the same routine; the Unicorn transformed into a beam of light and charged forward, making any magic Voldemort cast ineffective. Only the mysterious black mist could provide some resistance.
Realizing this, Voldemort started to fight desperately. The black mist that originally surrounded him for defense now surged out, forming a long, narrow snake that entangled the white light, preventing it from getting close for a while.
Seeing that Voldemort was about to free his hands to deal with him, Ivan recognized the danger and pulled out two irregular, round objects from his wizard robe, hurling them forward.
"Splitting Curse!" Voldemort had no intention of letting these objects get close and cast a Dissendium spell, causing the two objects to explode!
However, Voldemort did not expect that the explosion would release a yellow, viscous liquid that rained down in all directions, some of it landing on his head and clothes.
Voldemort was initially worried that the liquid might be a corrosive poison, but soon realized he felt no discomfort.
But the smell was incredibly foul, like feces?
Voldemort was stunned; he had never encountered such a situation in battle. But immediately after came the anger of being humiliated!
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"I have plenty of tricks up my sleeve. How about this one?" Ivan noticed this and decided to press his advantage. He tapped his wand, and a purple light shot out, hitting Voldemort, who was unprotected by the black mist and was struggling to move.
"Curse of Fear!"
At the peak of his fury, Voldemort instantly experienced what true fear was. He found that his body, barely sustained by magic, could no longer bear the pressure, with his hands beginning to wither and age, skin and bones cracking and collapsing.
"What is this magic?" Voldemort was horrified to find that his supposedly immortal soul was beginning to decay.
Impossible! How could his soul, protected by Horcruxes, be destroyed?
Voldemort quickly realized something was wrong, and by the time he did, the fear curse had already worn off, and his body had returned to its withered state.
Seeing that Voldemort had easily shaken off the fear curse, Ivan was not surprised. In fact, if Voldemort had not been at the brink of his powers, and if the scenario Ivan had created was not the death that Voldemort feared most, the curse would not have worked at all.
But the delay of a few seconds was enough. The Shadow of the Unicorn had broken through the black mist's resistance, and its spiral horn pierced through Voldemort's chest, the tip emerging from his back, dripping with crimson blood, pushing him toward the wall engulfed in Fiendfyre.
(End of Chapter)
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