Chapter 929: Escalating Battle, Voldemort Injured
Chapter 929: Escalating Battle, Voldemort Injured
Silence...
In this moment, the chaotic battlefield suddenly fell quiet. Both Professor McGonagall and the Death Eaters strangely lowered their wands, all eyes drawn to the center of the battlefield.
A gust of wind carried an intensely pungent odor, as if manure had been fermenting in a basement for a week and was now exposed to the air once more.
"Ugh..."
Every wizard present felt a wave of nausea, even Professor Sprout, who often dealt with manure, couldn't help but feel sick.
But they held it in, especially the Death Eaters. They kept their mouths shut, their faces showing no discomfort.
The stench was emanating from their great Dark Lord's head, and they believed that vomiting at this moment would surely mean death...
As for the others, they might have felt it was impolite to laugh at this time.
The Dark Lord in the battlefield was also stunned. Although he didn't have a nose, it didn't mean he lacked a sense of smell.
The foul odor was overwhelmingly invasive, assaulting his senses and further irritating his fragile nerves.
"Pffft..."
Two suppressed laughs echoed through the crowd.
"Ugh... You big stinker... That was intense!"
"No wonder it's you, Kyle!"
Fred and George raised their thumbs in admiration for Kyle.
They were truly impressed, bowing down in reverence.
Over the past few decades, many wizards had dared to confront Voldemort head-on, like Dumbledore, the Hogwarts professors, and members of the Order of the Phoenix. They had the courage to draw their wands against Voldemort.
But throwing manure at Voldemort's head, Kyle was undoubtedly the first to do so.
And he succeeded.
Fred and George instinctively looked towards Voldemort, their eyes fixed on the yellowish liquid on his head.
The stench was indeed overwhelming. They were among the most skilled wizards in creating stink bombs, yet they were still amazed.
This was definitely Kyle's handiwork. The main ingredient, stinkweed, seemed to have been enhanced by some unknown potion, emitting an even more intense odor that even the wind couldn't disperse.
The color of the liquid left after the explosion also seemed to have been upgraded. Even in the pitch-black night, the glaring yellow couldn't be concealed.
"Ugh!" Fred and George couldn't hold back and vomited again.
This sound seemed to ignite a fuse.
Voldemort exploded in rage, pointing his wand at Kyle with a green light swirling around the tip and gradually elongating.
"Merlin's beard..." Kyle was startled.
It was the first time he had seen this special arc-shaped Killing Curse, resembling a semi-circle with a ten-foot diameter.
But wasn't the Killing Curse a single-target spell? This was like an area-of-effect spell, with a range increased by hundreds of times! There's no way to dodge it!
Cold sweat broke out on Kyle, and he instinctively shouted, "Fox!"
Almost simultaneously, the phoenix on his shoulder spread its wings, and flames engulfed its body.
With a whoosh, the arc-shaped Killing Curse passed through Kyle's waist, scattering sparks.
At the critical moment, Fox was faster, instantly teleporting Kyle away from his original position.
But those behind Kyle weren't as fortunate.
Both Death Eaters and Aurors, including the beaters, fell like cut wheat.
Further away, Slughorn watched as the green light gradually faded, his legs buckled, and he sat down on the ground.
Three inches, the Killing Curse had just missed him by three inches...
If he hadn't taken a sip of Felix Felicis before the battle, he might have shared the same fate as those in front.
Slughorn wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and trembled as he lifted his head.
In front of him, at least thirty wizards lay scattered, most of them Death Eaters. They had apparently intended to sneak up on Kyle from behind but were caught in the net.
"This is no good, it's not safe here!" Slughorn got up from the ground, his instincts and Felix Felicis urging him to run, anywhere, as long as it was farther away from Kyle and Voldemort.
Slughorn was a man who listened to advice, so without hesitation, he ran towards the castle, reassuring himself...
Although the battle outside was important, dealing with the Death Eaters in the castle was equally urgent. He was just changing his battlefield.
On the other side of the battlefield, Fox had just teleported Kyle to the other side of the field when the second arc-shaped Killing Curse followed.
But compared to the previous one, this Killing Curse seemed smaller and less fast. Once again, Fox teleported Kyle away from the original spot.
Their coordination was seamless.
The third time, Kyle faced a normal Killing Curse.
This time, he didn't even need Fox's help and dodged it himself.
Moreover, Kyle discovered a crucial detail: Voldemort's Elder Wand seemed broken...
Well, not exactly broken, but Kyle distinctly heard a crisp snapping sound.
In the firelight, Kyle could clearly see two long cracks appearing on the Elder Wand, leaving only a third of the wand intact. It might break completely with a slight force.
Under normal circumstances, such a wand would be unusable.
No wonder Voldemort used a normal Killing Curse this time. Kyle guessed that the cracks were caused by the wide-range Killing Curse.
If he used it again, the Elder Wand would likely be completely ruined, and Voldemort wouldn't dare risk it.
But Kyle was relentless...
"Cutting Curse!"
"Explosion Charm!"
"Shield Charm!"
...
Various spells bombarded Voldemort relentlessly, and instinctively, he raised his wand, summoning a shield to block Kyle's onslaught of spells.
"Crack..."
Another faint sound, and the old wand, already in poor condition, cracked further, leaving only about a quarter intact.
"Damn it!" Voldemort was furious and grabbed a wand from the ground.
Under Kyle's control, the Killing Curse affected several Death Eaters, causing their wands to fall to the ground, making them a common sight.
"Reparo!"
Kyle watched Voldemort's actions with a hint of amusement.
Using a regular wand to repair the old one was indeed a unique idea... Oh, Merlin's beard...
To Kyle's disbelief, the cracks on the old wand slowly began to close, and within seconds, it was restored to its original state.
"This isn't magic..." Kyle thought to himself.
How could a regular wand repair an old one? It was like trying to hammer a nail with a tofu hammer—an inherent difference.
But...
Kyle looked at Voldemort and suddenly realized something.
Could it be because of Voldemort?
Kyle was confused, but he raised his wand again.
"Explosion Charm!"
"Avada Kedavra!"
The two spells collided in midair, creating a burst of magical sparks.
"I admit you're a bit clever, but it's over..." Voldemort said coldly, "I will kill you."
"I don't care," Kyle replied nonchalantly, "I saw it just now. How does the juice taste? Oh, and maybe your followers will have to change their name to 'Shit Eaters' soon."
There was a hint of schadenfreude in Kyle's voice.
In fact, he hadn't seen the juice of the Great Dungbomb flow into Voldemort's mouth. Those substances didn't exist for more than a few seconds before Voldemort cleaned them up.
But this didn't stop him from saying it.
After all, only the two of them were around, who knew if it was true or not.
Kyle estimated that even Voldemort himself didn't know that the moment the Great Dungbomb exploded, he was so stunned that he didn't even have the time to feel the juice.
"You... Damn it!" After a brief silence, Voldemort erupted again, and the magical sparks flew towards Kyle.
Kyle instinctively raised his other hand.
But this time, Voldemort was prepared and calmly dodged the spikes on the ground.
"Do you think the same method will work twice?" Voldemort taunted.
"I know it won't work, so I was just tricking you," Kyle said with a smile.
Before Voldemort could react, a flowerpot fell from above, landing right on him.
The grass outside seemed to be grasped by something, and a hideous, human-faced creature emerged from the pot.
The next second, the creature opened its mouth wide.
"Ah!"
The Mandrake's scream filled the entire battlefield, though partially drowned out by the surrounding explosions and roars. Still, it caused many wizards with weaker endurance to faint on the spot.
Oh, and Voldemort.
The Mandrake was practically screaming in Voldemort's face, leaving him nowhere to hide.
Voldemort's crimson irises dilated, and he let out a painful scream. Simultaneously, the magical sparks about to hit Kyle were pushed away and collided with Voldemort instead.
Unfortunately, Voldemort forcefully broke his spell at the critical moment and cast the Iron Armor Charm.
The original text can be found in Chapter 9 of the book.
"Boom!"
After a violent explosion, Voldemort stood there, disheveled and panting heavily.
Kyle didn't give Voldemort time to catch his breath. Before the echoes of the explosion had faded, he threw over a dozen Mandrakes.
Voldemort waved his wand, summoning a giant fire serpent, which quickly incinerated the Mandrakes before they could scream.
"Fiendfyre? I can do that too!" Kyle's eyes lit up.
A Fiendfyre dragon appeared above the serpent's head, engaging in a fierce battle.
The two massive Fiendfyre creatures surrounded by flying sparks forced other wizards to retreat even further.
After all, the falling sparks were also Fiendfyre, and being hit by them would be troublesome.
Voldemort's expression turned grave. He had already realized Kyle's tenacity in the Hebrides Islands, but this time, Kyle seemed even more formidable.
Moreover, his Horcrux was being destroyed, and at such close range, the pain of his shattered soul was unbearably clear, making him feel exceptionally irritable.
This couldn't continue!
Voldemort dodged a twisted vine plant, turning into a cloud of dark mist and issuing orders to all Death Eaters.
Bartemius Crouch Jr. was the first to react, abandoning his father without hesitation and casting the Killing Curse at Kyle.
Subsequently, other Death Eaters gradually responded to Voldemort's call, targeting Kyle.
Spells rained down like a storm, and although the Death Eaters were quickly subdued, they still had a significant impact on Kyle.
One of his legs was petrified, and a sword of at least ten feet in length was about to slice through his head!
Fortunately, at that moment, a massive figure appeared beside Kyle.
Two-handed sword barely pierced the tough skin of the three-headed dog, embedding itself into its body before shattering and disappearing.
Kyle also took the opportunity to release the Petrificus Totalus spell on his leg.
"Pfft, how shameless!" He looked at Voldemort flying in the air, exasperated, "You're the Dark Lord, and you can't even beat a young wizard like me who's not even twenty yet. How dare you call yourself a leader?"
"You're just a piece of trash!"
Voldemort paid no heed to Kyle's taunts, perhaps because the previous attack had taken a toll on him.
Or perhaps the aftereffects of that powerful spell were too much for him, leaving him in an unusually good mood and completely unbothered by Kyle's insults.
Voldemort was now more concerned with how to kill him.
The previous method had been useful, as Kyle was still under twenty years old, and although he was powerful, he lacked experience. Facing a large number of wizards would be a challenge for him.
This was a good thing.
Voldemort looked around, frowning slightly.
The surrounding Death Eaters were all occupied, and the previous attack had been at the limit of their capabilities. Now, with Professor McGonagall and her team prepared, it was unlikely they could target Kyle again.
But that didn't matter... He had other targets.
Voldemort turned his gaze to the huge pillar of fire not far away, a cruel smile gradually appearing on his face as he spoke with interest, "Kyle, I admit you've given me many surprises, but you're still going to die. You have a weakness, just like Potter, and do you want to know what it is?"
Kyle looked at Voldemort in the air, blinking in confusion, not understanding why he was suddenly acting so confident.
Out of politeness, Kyle put away the venomous tentacles in his hand and said, "Weakness... Too kind?"
"Hmm..." Voldemort made a strange sound in his throat, as if wanting to say something but then forcing it back down.
After a while, he spoke again, "You're like Dumbledore, both of you are troubled by useless things, bound by them... It's a pity you didn't kill them!"
Voldemort instantly raised his wand, pointing it at the Death Eaters trapped in the Cruciatus Curse.
A beam of orange light flew over, and the Cruciatus Curse surrounding the Death Eaters began to quickly dissipate, leaving only a thin layer.
The Death Eaters trapped inside finally saw the light of day again.
They had been surrounded by the Cruciatus Curse, completely unaware of what was happening, and even more clueless as to why the Cruciatus Curse suddenly dissipated.
"Look, it's the Dark Lord!" Someone was the first to notice Voldemort flying in the air.
Then, the Death Eaters' team erupted in excitement.
"Hahaha, it's really the Dark Lord!"
"The Dark Lord has come to save us!"
"Roar, I'll kill you all!"
They celebrated wildly, roaring in anticipation of their upcoming freedom.
Voldemort hovered expressionlessly in the air, and although he was unhappy that these useless Death Eaters had been captured, he was too lazy to care at this moment.
"The great Dark Lord commands you to kill him, at all costs!" Voldemort pointed at Kyle, "Do not hesitate!"
"Yes, master!"
"Roar!"
"You're dead, boy!" The Death Eaters turned to Kyle, waiting for the Cruciatus Curse to completely dissipate before rushing out to kill him.
Kyle seemed to freeze, standing there without trying to stop Voldemort.
"Hurry, Kyle, run to the castle!" Professor McGonagall shouted anxiously.
There were too many Death Eaters, and this was an open area; their small group couldn't stop them.
The only solution now was to retreat to the castle, using the corridors and staircases to their advantage, minimizing the gap in numbers.
"Hurry, don't worry about us!" Chris also shouted.
An Auror even stepped forward, trying to attract Voldemort's attention.
They had realized that Kyle was the key to defeating Voldemort, and he had almost succeeded, something even Dumbledore couldn't achieve!
"Good!"
Kyle didn't waste words, turning and running with all his might towards the castle.
But perhaps due to panic or unfamiliarity with the route, his path didn't lead directly to the castle but veered towards the trapped Death Eaters...
However, the chaotic battlefield meant no one else noticed this.
"In your dreams!"
Voldemort couldn't just watch Kyle escape, and he immediately raised his wand, green light starting to gather.
"Crack..."
A long crack appeared, bringing Voldemort back to his senses. Although he had fixed it, the wand seemed more fragile, and he had a premonition that if he forced a spell, the wand would definitely break.
Voldemort's face darkened, but he had no other choice, so he switched to a regular Killing Curse.
Green light flashed past, and Kyle just managed to turn and dodge it.
Then, the Killing Curse continued forward, landing on the last bit of the Cruciatus Curse.
The Cruciatus Curse, which had been about to extinguish, seemed to be stimulated, swelling up before twisting and exploding with a loud bang!
"Boom!"
The intense blast was even louder than the previous Blasting Curse, accompanied by a burst of fire shooting into the sky.
Voldemort stiffly turned his head, looking at the scene before him in disbelief. In an instant, hundreds of Death Eaters were instantly killed, and the remaining ones had lost their fighting ability.
He seemed to realize something and suddenly looked at Kyle.
Unbeknownst to them, Kyle had already noticed him.
...
(End of Chapter)
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