Chapter 929: The Battle Escalates, Voldemort Injured
Chapter 929: The Battle Escalates, Voldemort Injured
Silence...
In this moment, the chaotic battlefield suddenly fell quiet. Both Professor McGonagall and the Death Eaters mysteriously lowered their wands, all eyes drawn to the center of the battleground.
A gust of wind brought with it an overwhelmingly pungent odor, as if manure had been fermenting in an underground storage room for a week and was now exposed to the air once more.
"Ugh..."
Every wizard present felt a bit queasy, including Professor Sprout, who often dealt with manure.
But they held it in, especially the Death Eaters, who kept their mouths shut tight, their faces showing no signs of discomfort.
The stench was coming from their great Dark Lord, and they had a premonition that if they vomited at this moment, they would surely die...
As for the others, they might have felt it was impolite to laugh at this time.
The Dark Lord on the battlefield was also stunned. Although he had no nose, this didn't mean he lacked a sense of smell.
The stench was too aggressive, assaulting his senses and aggravating his increasingly fragile nerves.
"Pfft..."
Two suppressed laughs echoed through the crowd.
"Ugh... You big dungbomb... That was intense!"
"No wonder it's you, Kyle!"
Fred and George gave a thumbs up, expressing their admiration for Kyle.
They were truly impressed, to the point of bowing down.
In the past few decades, there had been no shortage of wizards who dared to confront Voldemort face-to-face, such as Dumbledore and the Hogwarts professors, as well as members of the Order of the Phoenix, most of whom had the courage to draw their wands against Voldemort.
However, Kyle was the first to throw a dungbomb directly at Voldemort's head.
More importantly, it worked.
Fred and George instinctively looked towards Voldemort, their eyes fixed on the yellowish liquid on his head.
This smell was truly overwhelming, and even they, the most skilled dungbomb makers, were amazed.
This was undoubtedly Kyle's handiwork, as the main ingredient, Stinkweed, seemed to have been enhanced by some unknown potion, emitting an even more intense odor that not even the wind could disperse.
The color of the liquid that remained after the explosion also seemed to have been upgraded, and even in the pitch-black night, it couldn't hide the glaring yellow.
"Ugh!" Fred and George couldn't hold back and vomited again.
This sound seemed to ignite a fuse.
Voldemort exploded with rage, pointing his wand at Kyle, the tip glowing green and gradually elongating.
"Merlin's beard..." Kyle was terrified.
This was the first time he had seen this unique, semicircular Killing Curse with a diameter of ten feet.
But shouldn't the Killing Curse be a single-target spell? This was already an area-of-effect attack, and the range had increased by at least several hundred times! There was no way to dodge it!
Kyle broke out in a cold sweat and instinctively shouted, "Phoenix!"
Almost simultaneously, the phoenix on his shoulder spread its wings, its body engulfed in flames.
With a whoosh, the semicircular Killing Curse passed through Kyle's waist, scattering sparks.
In the critical moment, the phoenix was faster, quickly taking Kyle away from his original position with a Disapparating Charm.
But Kyle's companions behind him weren't so lucky.
Both Death Eaters and Aurors, including the snipers, fell like wheat being cut down.
A little further away, Slughorn watched as the green light in front of him gradually faded, his legs weakening, and he sat down on the ground.
Three inches, the Killing Curse had come within three inches of him at most...
If he hadn't taken a sip of Felix Felicis before the battle, he might have ended up like the others.
Slughorn wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and raised his head shakily.
In front of him, at least thirty wizards lay scattered, most of them Death Eaters. They seemed to have been planning to sneak up on Kyle from behind, but they had been caught in the net.
"This is no place to be!" Slughorn got up from the ground.
Felix Felicis and his instincts were telling him to get away, anywhere would do, 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 inside the castle was equally urgent. He was just changing his battlefield.
On the other side of the battlefield, the phoenix had just taken Kyle to the other side of the arena when the second semicircular Killing Curse followed.
But compared to the previous one, this Killing Curse seemed smaller, and the speed wasn't as exaggerated. Kyle once again disappeared from his original position with the help of the phoenix.
Their coordination was seamless.
The third time, Kyle faced a normal Killing Curse.
He didn't even need the phoenix's help to dodge it.
Moreover, Kyle noticed a crucial detail: Voldemort's Elder Wand seemed to have broken...
Well, it wasn't exactly broken, but even Kyle heard a crisp cracking sound.
In the firelight, Kyle could clearly see two long cracks appearing on the Elder Wand, leaving only a third of the wand intact, which might break completely with a slight force.
Normally, this wand would no longer be usable.
No wonder Voldemort used a normal Killing Curse this time. Kyle guessed that the cracks were caused by the wide-area Killing Curse.
If he used it again, the Elder Wand would probably be completely ruined, and Voldemort wouldn't dare to risk it.
Action: Kyle attacked...
"Cutting Flame!"
"Periculum Explosio!"
"Repello Muggletum!"
...
Various spells bombarded Voldemort, who instinctively raised his wand, summoning a shield to block Kyle's onslaught.
"Crack..."
Another faint sound, and the already dilapidated Elder Wand cracked further, leaving only about a quarter of it intact.
"Damn it!" Voldemort was in a terrible state, and he grabbed a wand from the ground.
Under Kyle's deliberate control, many Death Eaters were affected by his Killing Curses, and their wands lay scattered on the ground, visible everywhere.
"Reparo!"
Kyle watched Voldemort's actions with a hint of amusement.
Using a regular wand to repair the Elder Wand, it was indeed a clever idea of Voldemort... Oh, Merlin's beard...
In Kyle's disbelieving gaze, the cracks on the Elder Wand began to slowly close, and within a few short seconds, it was restored to its original state.
"This isn't magic..." Kyle shouted inwardly.
How could a regular wand repair the Elder Wand? It was like trying to hammer a nail with a tofu hammer; it was fundamentally impossible.
But...
Kyle stared at Voldemort, suddenly realizing something.
Could it be because of Voldemort?
Kyle felt confused, but he raised his wand again.
"Periculum Explosio!"
"Avada Kedavra!"
The two spells collided in mid-air, creating a burst of magical sparks.
"I admit you're a bit clever, but it's over..." Voldemort said coldly, "I will kill you."
"It doesn't matter." Kyle looked at him nonchalantly, "I saw it just now. The liquid flowed into your mouth. How does it taste?"
"Oh, and perhaps your followers will soon be known as the 'Shit-Eaters.'"
Kyle's voice carried a hint of malicious glee.
In truth, he hadn't seen the Great Dungball's liquid enter Voldemort's mouth. Those things didn't exist for more than a few seconds before Voldemort cleaned them up.
But that didn't stop him from saying it.
After all, only the two of them were around; who knew what was true or false?
Kyle estimated that even Voldemort himself didn't know that at the moment the Great Dungball exploded, he was so stunned that he didn't have the time to sense where the liquid was.
"You... Damn it!"
After a brief silence, Voldemort erupted again, and the magical sparks that burst forth gradually moved towards Kyle.
Kyle habitually 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 the last one was a trick." Kyle said with a smile.
As soon as he finished speaking, Voldemort saw a flowerpot falling from the sky, landing right in front of him.
The grass outside the pot seemed to be grabbed by something, and a long, ugly thing with a human face was pulled out of the pot.
The next second, the thing seemed to realize it had left its warm and comfortable soil, and it opened its mouth wide.
"Ah!"
The shrill cry of the Mandrake root momentarily drowned out the entire battlefield, although it was partially drowned out by the surrounding explosions and roars. Still, it caused many weaker wizards to faint on the spot.
Oh, and Voldemort.
The Mandrake was practically screaming in his face, and he had nowhere to hide.
Voldemort's scarlet irises flickered, and he let out a painful scream. Simultaneously, the magical sparks that were about to hit Kyle were quickly pushed away, only to collide with Voldemort.
Unfortunately, at a critical moment, Voldemort forcefully severed his magic and activated the Iron Body Charm.
"Boom!"
After a violent explosion, Voldemort stood there, covered in dust and panting heavily.
It was evident that the hastily cast Iron Body Charm didn't completely negate the damage from the Explosion Charm, and he was injured. Blood trickled down his left hand, dripping onto the ground.
Kyle didn't give Voldemort time to catch his breath. Before the explosion had even ended, he threw out over a dozen pots of Mandrake.
Voldemort waved his wand and conjured a massive fire snake, which quickly incinerated the Mandrakes before they could even scream.
"Fiendfyre? I can do that too!" Kyle's eyes lit up.
A fiery dragon appeared above the snake's head, and they began to fight.
The two massive fiery creatures clashed, sending sparks flying in all directions, forcing the other wizards to retreat even further.
After all, the falling embers were also fiery, and it would be troublesome if they were accidentally affected.
Voldemort's expression turned grave. Although he had already known that Kyle was a tough opponent in the Hebrides Islands, this time he seemed even more formidable.
Moreover, his Horcrux had been destroyed, and at such close range, the pain of his soul being crushed was unbearably clear, making him feel extremely agitated.
This couldn't go on!
Voldemort dodged a twisted vine plant and transformed into a cloud of dark smoke, floating into the air. He then issued a command to all the Death Eaters around him.
"Kill him!"
Bartemius Crouch Jr. was the first to react. Without hesitation, he abandoned his father, turned towards Kyle, and unleashed a Killing Curse.
Following that, the other Death Eaters gradually responded to Voldemort's call, aiming their attacks at Kyle.
Spells rained down like a storm, and although the Death Eaters were soon restrained by Professor McGonagall and others, they still caused significant trouble for Kyle.
One of his legs was petrified, and a sword with a blade at least ten feet long slashed towards his head! Just then, a massive shadow appeared beside Kyle.
The two-handed sword barely sliced through the Three-Headed Dog's tough skin, embedding itself before shattering and disappearing...
Kyle seized the opportunity to remove the Petrification Curse from his legs.
"Tsk, you're shameless!" He glared at Voldemort, who was floating in the air, and spat, "You're the Dark Lord, and you can't even beat a young wizard like me, let alone call for help?"
"You're trash!"
Voldemort remained unmoved by Kyle's taunts.
Or perhaps the aftereffects of the previous dungbomb were too strong, leaving him in an unusually good mood, unbothered by Kyle's insults.
Voldemort was more concerned with how to kill him.
The previous method had been effective; Kyle, barely twenty, was strong but lacked experience, and would likely struggle to handle a large number of wizards.
This was a better option.
Voldemort looked around and frowned.
The Death Eaters around him were all occupied. The previous attack had been his limit, and now Professor McGonagall's group was prepared. It was nearly impossible for them to target Kyle again.
But that didn't matter... he had other options.
Voldemort turned his gaze to the massive pillar of fire not far away, a cruel smile spreading across his face. With interest, he said, "Kyle, I admit you've given me many surprises, but you must die because, like Potter, you have a weakness. Do you want to know what it is?"
Kyle looked up at Voldemort in the sky, blinking in confusion, unsure why he suddenly seemed so confident.
Out of courtesy, Kyle sheathed his venomous tentacles and thought for a moment before saying, "Weakness... too kind?"
"Umm..." Voldemort let out a strange sound, as if he wanted to say something but forced himself to hold it back.
After a long pause, he spoke again, "You're like Dumbledore, both of you are troubled and bound by useless things... It's a pity you didn't kill them!"
Voldemort instantly raised his wand, pointing it at the Fiery Flame Cage that trapped the Death Eaters.
A beam of orange light flew by, and the Fiery Flame surrounding the Death Eaters quickly extinguished and dissipated, leaving only a thin layer.
The Death Eaters trapped inside finally saw the light of day.
They had been surrounded by the Fiery Flame and had no idea what had happened or why it suddenly went out.
"Look, it's the Dark Lord!" Someone was the first to spot Voldemort floating in mid-air.
The Death Eaters 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 their impending freedom with wild cheers.
Voldemort hovered expressionlessly in mid-air, annoyed that these useless minions had been captured, but now they could be useful, so he didn't bother to care.
"The great Dark Lord commands you," Voldemort pointed at Kyle, "Kill him, at all costs!"
"Yes, master!"
"Roar!"
"You're dead, kid!"
The Death Eaters turned their attention to Kyle, waiting for the Fiery Flame to completely disappear before rushing out to kill him.
Kyle seemed frozen in place, not moving an inch, showing no intention of stopping Voldemort.
"No, Kyle, run... back to the castle!" Professor McGonagall shouted anxiously.
There were too many Death Eaters, and the open field gave them no advantage.
The only option now was to retreat to the castle, using the narrow corridors and staircases to their advantage and minimize the numerical disadvantage.
"Hurry, don't worry about us!" Chris shouted.
An Auror even stepped forward, trying to draw Voldemort's attention.
They had realized that Kyle was their best chance of defeating Voldemort, and he had almost succeeded, something even Dumbledore couldn't do!
"Good!"
Kyle didn't waste time, turning and running towards the castle with all his might.
But whether it was due to panic or unfamiliarity with the surroundings, his route wasn't directly towards the castle but closer to the trapped Death Eaters...
However, the battlefield was too chaotic for others to notice this.
"In your dreams!"
Voldemort couldn't let Kyle escape, so he raised his wand, and a green light began to gather.
But before the spell could form, the Elder Wand cracked again.
"Crack..."
A long crack caught Voldemort's attention.
Although it had been repaired, the Elder Wand seemed more fragile, and he had a premonition that if he forced a spell, the wand would surely break.
Voldemort's face darkened, but he had no other choice and switched to a regular Killing Curse.
A flash of green light passed by, and Kyle dodged it just in time.
The Killing Curse continued forward, hitting the remaining bit of Fiery Flame.
The nearly extinguished Fiery Flame seemed to be stimulated, swelling rapidly, then twisting and exploding with a—
"Boom!"
The intense blast was even louder than the previous explosion, accompanied by a column of fire shooting into the sky.
Voldemort turned stiffly, staring in disbelief at the scene before him. Hundreds of Death Eaters died instantly, and the remaining ones were mostly incapacitated.
Then he seemed to realize something and turned to look at Kyle.
Unbeknownst to them, Kyle had already stopped running and was also staring at Voldemort.
...
(End of Chapter)
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