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Chapter 930: Dumbledore's Betrayal!
Chapter 930: Dumbledore's Betrayal!
"You..." Voldemort glared at Kyle with intense hatred and roared, "What have you done!"
He was furious, his body slightly trembling, but not because of the Death Eaters who had been killed.
A bunch of cannon fodder who couldn't even fly, relying on running to attack Hogwarts—they weren't worth a second glance from the Dark Lord.
What angered him was that these Death Eaters had failed to eliminate Kyle, a potential threat.
"Don't talk nonsense!" Kyle looked at Voldemort sternly, "Everyone saw it. It was your curse that killed them. You're already drowning in guilt, so don't try to frame me!"
Voldemort felt his vision darken, almost falling from the sky.
He, Voldemort, the most powerful Dark Lord, would he care about how many people he had killed?
If he wanted to, he wouldn't hesitate to kill hundreds, even thousands of wizards, for no one could arrest him.
But the Fiery Blast from earlier had absolutely nothing to do with him... not a thing!
Voldemort was willing to swear on all his achievements in Dark Magic over the years.
Although extremely unstable, the Fiery Blast wouldn't go out of control due to the Killing Curse. The Killing Curse was a unique existence, driven more by malice than magic, so it wouldn't affect any other spell...
No one understood the Killing Curse better than Voldemort.
To some extent, the Killing Curse could be used as a Disarming Charm. When its power was strong enough, its effect was almost comparable to the All-Powerful Curse.
A Disarming Charm couldn't possibly cause the Fiery Blast to explode...
It had to be Kyle!
Voldemort instantly realized that when Kyle initially trapped the Death Eaters with the Fiery Blast, he had done something. Perhaps he had hidden a second spell within the fire or altered its form.
In any case, the Fiery Blast that exploded just now was undoubtedly under his control... with the purpose of preventing the Death Eaters from threatening him.
What a brilliant strategy! Not only did it resolve his crisis, but it also conveniently shifted the blame onto Voldemort, sparing him future troubles.
Perfect!
Voldemort's scarlet pupils fixed on Kyle... He felt his earlier assessment of Kyle had been premature.
Kyle was nothing like Dumbledore; they had no similarities at all, completely different in character.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Without warning or further words, Voldemort used the Killing Curse on Kyle once more.
However, Kyle had anticipated this. As Voldemort raised his wand, Kyle pulled over a barely alive Death Eater to block the attack.
"Oh, brother, you... I will avenge you!" Kyle's voice trembled as he spoke, and the moment the Killing Curse's effect dissipated, he hurled a ball of Fiery Blast at Voldemort.
Voldemort was caught off guard, and the lower half of his dark smoke was ignited.
The raging Fiery Blast surged upwards, as if it would engulf Voldemort completely in the next second.
"Despicable!" Voldemort roared, using a spell to remove some of the dark smoke and quickly disarming himself to land on the ground.
Even so, one of his legs was charred black, and his entire body became more listless.
Voldemort was injured, which should have been a cause for celebration, but those who heard his roar showed a peculiar expression.
Had they misheard? Did Voldemort just call someone else despicable? They must have misheard.
Everyone shook their heads, no longer pondering this question, and focused on dealing with the Death Eaters before them.
It wasn't just Voldemort who wanted the Death Eaters to surround Kyle; they also wanted to gang up on Voldemort... Not only to help Kyle but also to seize the best opportunity to win this war.
Everyone could see that Voldemort was in a bad state, and if they all attacked together, they might have a chance to keep him here permanently.
The Death Eaters could also see this, and they certainly didn't want this to happen... If Voldemort failed, it meant their end as well.
They only hoped that Voldemort would quickly deal with the bothersome Kyle, help them kill the even more annoying professors and Aurors around them, and then occupy Hogwarts in one fell swoop.
However, due to certain special reasons, the Death Eaters had lost their numerical advantage. Coupled with Voldemort's mistaken command, they struggled even to defend against Professor McGonagall and the others, let alone assist Voldemort.
Young Bartemius Crouch felt a moment of dizziness...
Why did he think of helping the Dark Lord? The Dark Lord was invincible and never needed the help of his servants.
In that moment of dizziness, a spell hit Young Bartemius Crouch, sending him flying and nearly falling into the nearby Black Lake.
Bartemius Crouch, the Minister of Magic, walked out expressionlessly and raised his wand once more.
Compared to two years ago, he seemed to have aged over a decade. His hair was disheveled and white, and his beard was unkempt as if he had never trimmed it.
Yet, he had been the most image-conscious person at the International Magical Cooperation Department, trimming his beard twice a day with strict requirements for both length and thickness.
"Ah, Father!" Young Bartemius Crouch hissed, "Do you want to kill me? Kill me, the one who stands in the way of your path to becoming the Minister of Magic?"
"I will... make amends for my mistakes." Bartemius Crouch spoke as if he hadn't spoken in ages, his voice hoarse and raspy, like the sound of an old cauldron being scrubbed with a Fire Head.
But his face remained expressionless.
On the other side, Professor McGonagall was commanding the broken pieces of wood, slamming them onto Rodolphus Lestrange's head one by one.
It was said to be made of wood, but upon closer inspection, one would discover that these were actually wooden suits of armor wielding various weapons, their designs resembling the decorative pieces found within the Hogwarts Castle.
This was Professor McGonagall's signature transformation charm, somewhat like a simplified version of Stone Guardian Mobilization...
Despite being a simplified version, its power was not to be underestimated. The wooden bodies could quickly reassemble even after being shattered, making it challenging to eliminate them in a short time unless using the Fiendfyre Curse.
Moreover, the magically enhanced weapons were even harder than steel, causing Rudolphus to howl in pain with each strike, his face paling by the second.
On top of that, he had to deal with the spells Professor McGonagall fired at him whenever she had the chance, and soon he was struggling to keep up.
"Professor McGonagall... Do you remember? I was your student..."
Rudolphus tried to appeal to her emotions, but this move only made Professor McGonagall's expression turn even darker, and her wand movements became faster.
The entire scene erupted into chaos, and after the fiery blast, the Death Eaters quickly fell into disarray, scattering in retreat, with even Voldemort himself backing away.
He continued to shout orders to his subordinates, trying to get them to prioritize taking down Kyle, but not a single Death Eater responded. Instead, Professor McGonagall took the opportunity to hit him with a Stupefy spell.
Then came Professor Flitwick's Binding Charm.
Voldemort realized he was now surrounded and began to retreat, pushed back by the crowd into the castle.
When outnumbered, he used the castle's terrain to his advantage and maneuvered around his enemies... This strategy applied to the Death Eaters as well.
Moreover, if he remembered correctly, there should still be a group of Death Eaters inside Hogwarts—not those who had stayed behind for support, but the ones who had circled around to the other side of the wooden bridge at the start of the battle.
By now, they should have already breached the castle.
Oh, and there were also those outside, initially tasked with preventing students from escaping, but that was no longer necessary.
Voldemort raised his wand high and fired a prominent Dark Mark into the sky.
"Why are there still Death Eaters!" Professor McGonagall panted, gazing up at the Dark Mark.
"There's no other way," Professor Flitwick shook his head and turned toward the school gate, "I'll hold them off outside. You all return to the castle."
"Harry, Kyle..."
At that moment, Hagrid's voice echoed from the direction of the Forbidden Forest, leading a large group of new reinforcements, including Night Mares and Griffins. It's worth mentioning that almost everyone could now see the Night Mares.
"I'm here, Hagrid..." Harry waved his arms and shouted.
"Thank goodness." Hagrid hurried over, anxiously scanning the surroundings, "How are you? Where did those escaped Death Eaters go...?"
When Voldemort flew into the sky, intending to release the trapped and slain Death Eaters, Professor McGonagall immediately sent Hagrid to gather support from the Forbidden Forest.
Night Mares and Griffins were capable of flight, which might be useful for Kyle.
But now, it seemed unnecessary.
Of course, Hagrid was unaware of these details, as his memory remained at the moment when Kyle was about to be surrounded by Death Eaters.
"Where are those Death Eaters? Where are they?"
"It's okay, Hagrid." Harry quickly explained, "All the Death Eaters were killed by Voldemort."
"Huh?"
Hagrid froze for a moment after hearing Harry's words. What he had just heard was... the Death Eaters were killed by Voldemort?
Was something amiss?
"That's right, Hagrid." Hermione added, "Voldemort initially wanted to kill Kyle, but the direction of his spell ignited the not-yet-extinguished Fiendfyre."
"If you ask me, they got what they deserved!" Ron exclaimed excitedly, "And Voldemort killing his own men, he must be furious."
"Yes, you're right." Hermione couldn't help but smile.
The previous scene had been incredibly satisfying, even Professor McGonagall was excitedly shouting, having witnessed it all.
"Is that so?" Hagrid scratched his messy hair.
Although he still found the situation a bit too bizarre, neither scientific nor magical, he trusted their words as they all seemed to agree.
"How are you?" Hagrid grabbed Harry's shoulder and asked with concern, "Are you injured?"
"No." Harry shook his head, his face slightly flushed.
Mainly, he felt embarrassed to tell Hagrid that he had been watching from the sidelines the entire time without engaging in combat with the Death Eaters.
It wasn't that Harry didn't want to fight; he dreamed of battling the Death Eaters, but he couldn't get close to them.
Professor McGonagall and the others had kept the Death Eaters contained within a circle, while he, Ron, and Hermione, by sheer coincidence, were positioned outside this circle.
He couldn't reach the Death Eaters, and helping from the outside risked harming their allies, so he could only watch. At that moment, they were the most relaxed of the group.
"That's good, that's good. Just make sure to take care of yourself." After saying this, Hagrid strode into the castle.
He had already missed one battle and didn't want to miss another.
After Hagrid left, Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood there, staring at each other.
"Well, what do we do now?" Ron muttered, "I never expected Kyle to almost defeat Voldemort. Is he really just one year older than us?"
The previous wide-range Killing Curse had made his legs feel weak just by watching from a distance. He had no idea how Kyle managed to handle it.
"Yeah!" This revelation also left Hermione and Harry speechless.
They were all around the same age, and when facing Voldemort, they couldn't even put up a fight, yet Kyle had defeated him.
Action: Sirius Black, the mysterious figure, unleashes a powerful spell, causing an explosion that disrupts the connection between Voldemort and Kyle's spells. A giant, running at full speed, collides with Voldemort, sending him flying. The scattered sparks of magic explode, shattering the remaining Hufflepuff hourglass and scattering its yellow gems.
"Where's Voldemort?" Kyle stands, still dazed, trying to recall what just happened. "Was that a beam of light that passed by? Was it a spell?"
He struggles to remember, shaking his head and doubting his own guess. Kyle vaguely recalls that the beam was almost as thick as an arm, which seemed too large for a spell, even for Professor Dumbledore.
(End of Chapter)
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