Hogwarts: The Exemplary Wizard I Am Chapter 928: This Isn't Fair! - Novel Cool

Chapter 928: This Isn't Fair!

Chapter 928: This Isn't Fair!

Kyle wasn't sure what the relationship was between Voldemort and Harry, but he noticed something intriguing. Whenever these two were together, they seemed to do things that defied logic.

For instance, when Harry encountered Voldemort, his first reaction wasn't to flee with his friends, but to hide and eavesdrop. Even when he realized he might be exposed, he continued to ignore the danger and stayed put.

This was highly illogical, as if his curiosity and recklessness were infinitely amplified.

Of course, this was just Kyle's observation. If you put these actions on Harry, they seemed perfectly normal.

However, Voldemort's transformation was quite evident.

Firstly, after Harry appeared, his attention seemed to be instantly drawn, as if they were two magnets attracting each other, locking onto each other unwaveringly.

When Kyle followed Harry and the others out, he thought he had been exposed, until he reached the entrance. Voldemort walked past him without even a glance, and Kyle realized he was probably safe.

Voldemort didn't seem to have noticed him there.

This was strange because his Invisibility Charm wasn't particularly advanced. With Voldemort's power, a little attention and scrutiny would have easily revealed the magical traces around Kyle.

But Voldemort didn't do that. His gaze remained fixed on Harry.

There was also the fact that after meeting Harry, the Erumpent, which Voldemort had treated like a treasure, was now neglected and cast aside.

This was a real test of character.

Kyle couldn't bear this test. When Harry rescued Hermione and everyone confronted Voldemort, Kyle decisively returned to the secret passage and found the abandoned Erumpent in the room at the other end.

When Kyle arrived, the Erumpent was drooling over the Malfoy family.

Lucius, Draco, and Narcissa... There were three people here, and the Erumpent had three heads, just enough for a feast if Voldemort gave the order.

Lucius and Draco Malfoy were terrified, trembling and curled up on the ground, too scared to breathe. Their faces and lips were paler than the gray walls beside them.

"Erumpent..."

A shrill sound broke the eerie silence in the room.

It was the sound of someone stepping on the wooden floor.

The room, with its snake and two people, had five pairs of eyes that almost simultaneously turned towards the direction of the sound.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you." Kyle, knowing he had been exposed, deactivated his magic and slowly revealed himself.

He had intended to launch a surprise attack, but he hadn't expected the floor to creak when stepped on. He wasn't sure if Sirius hadn't been paying attention or if he had intentionally left it as a doorbell for Harry's arrival from Hogwarts.

After all, if Harry were to come from Hogwarts, he would have to pass through here, and the noise would serve as a reminder for Sirius.

But none of that mattered now.

Upon seeing the unfamiliar wizard, the Erumpent immediately straightened its body, and its three heads, each the size of a flying broomstick, opened their mouths, revealing sharp fangs.

Among snake-related magical creatures, the Erumpent was quite notorious, with a danger level of 4X, second only to the Horned Serpent and the Basilisk. It was one of the most dangerous snake-like magical creatures that wizards might encounter.

After all, Horned Serpents and Basilisks weren't something ordinary wizards would come across.

Normally, an Erumpent was about 6 to 7 feet long, but the one before them was clearly an exception.

With its heads and body combined, it was already twenty feet long, and its body was thicker than the thigh of an adult male wizard.

Erumpents of this size were rare, and even among 5X-level magical creatures, they would be considered exceptional. As one of Voldemort's Horcruxes, it had its unique qualities.

Kyle waved his wand.

"Stupefy!"

The twenty-foot-long Erumpent's body rose into the air and slammed into the wall behind it, becoming motionless.

"Long time no see, Malfoys." Kyle looked at Lucius and Draco on the ground.

"It seems your loyalty hasn't earned Voldemort's favor. He'd rather turn you into pet snacks."

"Kyle..." Draco Malfoy finally managed to open his mouth, but fear made it difficult for him to speak coherently. He kept repeating,

"You promised me... you promised me..."

"Not me, it was Professor Dumbledore," Kyle said, looking at him.

Draco Malfoy seemed to be in despair.

"Well, I'm here to fulfill his promise." Kyle shrugged and continued, "It's a good thing you managed to escape just now, or else Professor Dumbledore might have had to break his word."

Kyle pointed his wand forward, and the door immediately opened, but it was the door in Hogsmeade.

The Death Eaters guarding the area immediately noticed the commotion. Before they could react, a sharp, sturdy vine shot out from the wall of the nearby tea house and pierced through their chests.

Then, Kyle stepped out of the room.

Perhaps due to its proximity to the Forbidden Forest, Hogsmeade had plenty of trees and vines, which provided Kyle with great convenience.

A few minutes later, he returned.

"You can leave now," Kyle said, "Oh, and..."

He looked at Lucius and Narcissa, whom Lucius was carrying, "Remember to go to the Ministry of Magic later and give a full account of what you've done.

"Don't think you can get away with the same tricks you used a decade ago, or I'll come looking for you."

Lucius Malfoy said nothing. He just looked deeply at Kyle, then turned and left the room.

The moment he stepped out of the door, he froze in his tracks.

As a Death Eater, he was well aware that Voldemort had stationed people here, and to expedite control over the shops, there were quite a few of them—a total of thirty Death Eaters.

But now, they were all dead.

If his memory served him right, Kyle had only been gone for a few minutes.

Lucius's throat moved, and if it weren't for the Cruciatus Curse that had emptied his stomach moments ago, he might have vomited right then.

"What are you waiting for?" Kyle urged from behind, "Hurry up, Voldemort might be back any moment now."

Lucius continued walking with heavy steps, the smell in the air becoming almost unbearable.

To be honest, he was finding it hard to tell who was more terrifying, Voldemort or Kyle.

Perhaps it was still Voldemort... after all, Kyle didn't want to kill them and had spared their lives for now.

"I... I'll go to the Ministry of Magic," Lucius stopped in his tracks, his voice hoarse.

Regardless of his previous thoughts, at least now... or perhaps in the instant he stepped out of that door, he genuinely wanted to make amends for his past mistakes.

"I'll put in a good word for you," Kyle waved his wand and smiled, "After all, I consider myself a friend of Draco."

Draco Malfoy's body shuddered, and at this moment, he didn't even dare to lift his head.

"That snake..."

Lucius suddenly stopped and turned, saying, "That snake is important to the Dark Lord... to Voldemort. You'd better find a way to kill it."

"Thanks for the reminder, I will," Kyle said.

At this moment, the stunned Erumpent had also regained consciousness.

The leftmost head opened its eyes first, then quickly bit the other two heads.

The intense pain and venom dispelled the effects of the Stupefy Curse, but before the Erumpent could fully stand up, three fiery flames had already wrapped around its neck.

Then, the flames tightened.

The red scales instantly turned into charred black... like a red-hot knife slicing through butter, the flames pierced through the Erumpent's body.

"Thud..."

The three snake heads fell to the floor one after another.

Something twisted and dark oozed out from the severed head of the Erumpent.

Kyle flicked his wand upwards, and the fading fiery flames reignited, quickly attaching themselves to the black substance.

The flames were never picky, and in the blink of an eye, the substance was completely incinerated, leaving not a trace of residue.

As it disappeared, Kyle faintly heard an extremely weak, distant, and agonizing scream, emanating from the fragment of Voldemort's soul.

But this voice was also consumed by the flames.

It was all Voldemort's fault, leaving his Horcrux here to tempt him; how could he possibly resist such a huge temptation?

Kyle flicked his wand and prepared to pick up the Erumpent's head on the ground.

But as he walked over, his heart suddenly tightened, as if something terrifying was staring at him.

Hmm... who cared anyway, it wasn't the first time.

Kyle walked over, picked up one of the Erumpent's heads from the ground, then turned around and walked back into the secret passage behind him.

Meanwhile, at Hogwarts...

The sudden turn of events on the battlefield surprised everyone, and they couldn't understand why Voldemort had suddenly collapsed on the ground, as if suffering immense pain.

An ambush?

But who could ambush Voldemort?

Compared to the others, the Death Eaters took this matter more seriously. Barty Crouch Jr. wanted to step forward and inquire, but he was also blocked by the magical lava.

His proud identity as an Inner Circle Death Eater was of no use at this moment.

Scrimgeour's eyes lit up.

Although he didn't know what had happened to Voldemort, it was an opportunity for them... a chance to kill Voldemort.

"Avada Kedavra!" A green light shot towards Voldemort.

The Aurors never adhered to the so-called Unforgivable Curses, especially when facing Death Eaters. From the day they started the war, Death Eaters were no longer protected by the Wizarding Law.

Not to mention Voldemort.

However, Barty Crouch Jr. was equally quick to react, immediately using his wand to fling a Death Eater away, who happened to block the Killing Curse.

A green light flashed, and before the Death Eater could understand what was happening, he was instantly killed by the Killing Curse.

Voldemort also lifted his head from the lava.

He merely glanced at Barty Crouch Jr. indifferently, showing neither approval nor praise for his actions.

He aimed his wand at the passage that had just opened, and the tip of his wand shot out a Killing Curse that was thicker than Scrimgeour's.

At the same time, his other hand waved forcefully.

The lava on the ground seemed to come alive, quickly condensing together, and a fiery giant hand burst out from below, gripping the immobile Scrimgeour.

"Ah!" The scream echoed in the skies above Hogwarts.

In the secret passage, Kyle hadn't fully emerged yet when he saw a thick Killing Curse blocking the path in front of him.

Voldemort seemed to have been waiting for him.

Fortunately, Kyle had already guessed his intention, and the Phoenix on his shoulder spread its wings, using the Disapparating Charm to bring Kyle back to Hogwarts from the secret passage.

A flash of fire, and Kyle appeared before Voldemort.

At such a close distance, Voldemort naturally saw the snake head in Kyle's hand.

His eyes turned completely red, and he opened his mouth to let out an angry cry.

"You dare... Unforgivable!"

Voldemort, seething with rage, pointed his wand at Kyle once more, reigniting the war in that instant.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Cutting Flame!"

The two spells collided in midair, surprising everyone as they held each other in a stalemate.

Voldemort, the undefeated, had drawn even with Kyle in a duel of spells.

No one could believe this was happening; even Chris rubbed his eyes in the midst of battle, thinking his eyes were playing tricks on him.

He thought he must be seeing things... It was Voldemort, after all.

However, Kyle wasn't as shocked.

From the start, he had noticed that Voldemort still felt dangerous, but not as terrifying as before... He seemed even less formidable than when they were at the Hebrides Islands.

"It seems like getting injured three times in a short period isn't pleasant for you either, is it?" Kyle watched Voldemort, and his empty left hand suddenly rose.

A stone spike emerged from beneath Voldemort's feet.

"Divided Attention..."

"Wandless Magic..."

Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick exclaimed simultaneously, their eyes wide with disbelief.

Although it was just a simple transformation spell, being able to cast another spell while engaging in a duel of magical power was impressive enough.

After all, even at Hogwarts, Professor Flitwick was the only one capable of such a feat.

This was a standard dueling technique, difficult to master, but with limited practical use.

It's hard to explain, but those with overwhelming strength don't need it, and those with inferior abilities rarely turn the tide with this skill. Only when two wizards are evenly matched can it serve as an unexpected tactic.

The gap between Voldemort and Kyle was still significant, but Kyle had the advantage of Voldemort's injuries.

The sharp stone spike pierced Voldemort's foot, then embedded itself deeply into his calf.

The intense pain caused Voldemort's hand to tremble... and the connection to his magic was severed.

The previously stable sphere of magic suddenly lost its balance and slammed into Voldemort.

"Ding..."

A crisp sound reverberated through the air above the arena.

The magic aimed at Voldemort was blocked by a small silver shield, the same one he had used against Dumbledore at the Ministry of Magic.

Kyle was a bit disappointed, but it was within his expectations.

Then, a beam of gray light flew in from the side.

"Ding..."

A small silver shield appeared in front of Kyle, adorned with intricate patterns, appearing more exquisite than Voldemort's plain shield.

"You dare... to steal my magic!" Voldemort's eyes seemed to redden further, and various dark spells bombarded Kyle without restraint.

He even felt a sense of inexplicable grievance.

Stealing his basilisk and now his magic, how could a wizard like this gain Dumbledore's favor and become a professor at Hogwarts? It wasn't fair!

"You can't just make baseless accusations. Who stole your magic?" Kyle said while deflecting Voldemort's relentless assault. "This is authentic ancient magic, learned from Merlin himself, and has nothing to do with you, Nott."

The Ancient Iron Armor Charm, he had learned from an ancient letter on his 17th birthday, was a letter Merlin had written to his students.

So, it had nothing to do with Voldemort. If anything, it was Kyle who subconsciously adopted the form of a shield while learning the spell.

"Fine, if you don't like it, I'll change it." Kyle muttered under his breath.

Although deflecting Voldemort's spells was already overwhelming, Kyle seized the opportunity to hastily transform the Knight Shield Grass into a Round Shield, shouting, "Is this better?"

Voldemort gritted his teeth, wishing he could strike Kyle down with his wand.

But due to his intense anger, his spells began to stray, and a Corrosion Charm landed a few feet to Kyle's left, almost reaching the horizon.

Kyle managed to catch a brief respite.

As expected of Voldemort.

Despite being hit by Dumbledore's spells twice, burned by Fiendfyre, and having one of his Horcruxes destroyed, with his soul affected, he was still this powerful.

Kyle even suspected that if he hadn't inadvertently destroyed Voldemort's Horcrux, Voldemort could have killed everyone despite his injuries.

This wouldn't do; there was no chance in a direct confrontation. He needed to think of another strategy.

Kyle threw another Erumpent horn, distracting Voldemort for a moment, and seized the opportunity to secretly toss a round object into the fray, blending it with the spells.

"Overreaching!"

Voldemort didn't seem to notice... No, perhaps he did, but he didn't care.

The disparity in strength was too great; Voldemort didn't bother with Kyle's schemes, as they held no practical significance.

He admitted that he had underestimated Kyle, and combined with his injured soul, he was pierced by the stone spike and provoked by Kyle's words, causing his spells to deviate and giving Kyle a moment to breathe.

But Voldemort was confident that this situation wouldn't repeat itself. He waved his wand as he had before, preparing to deflect Kyle's magic and deliver the final blow.

He was tired of prolonging this tedious battle and wanted to end it.

Voldemort waved his hand, casually batting away the object Kyle had thrown with magic, and a green light appeared on his wand.

"Avada..."

"Boom!"

With a dull thud, the small ball that came into contact with the spell exploded instantly.

A yellowish-green liquid splashed onto Voldemort's face, emitting an unparalleled acrid stench.

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(End of Chapter)

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