My Understanding Is Incredible, I Built A Floating City In Hogwarts

At this moment, a violent explosion suddenly came from the blue circle of light——the fire element lord exploded.

The explosion caused some flames to instantly overflow from the blue fire wall next to them, and the entire space seemed to be shaken by this force.

Rudolfs had lowered his head and was looking at his broken wrist, worried about losing his dominant hand.

After hearing the noise, he raised his head curiously and caught sight of this scene. There was a trace of fear and confusion in his eyes, as if he had not yet recovered from this sudden incident.

"Get out of your way..." Rudolfs exclaimed, ignoring the severe pain in his wrist, and quickly reached out to pull Lucius, who had his back to the flames.

However, before he finished speaking, the raging flames had already covered Lucius's kneeling calves and quickly spread to his back.

Lucius was pulled violently by Rudolfs, and he lost his balance and staggered forward.

He turned around and looked at the flames behind him in shock, only to see that the flames had quickly retreated, as if the crisis just now was just an illusion.

"Ah, fortunately no rocks were blown out." Lucius breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Rudolphs was reminding him to avoid the aftermath of the explosion inside. "The master and the boy named Levin Green fought really fiercely. .

Seeing that Lucius was safe and sound, Rudolfs looked uncertain. He closed his mouth tightly, as if suppressing his inner emotions.

He looked around and found that there was no one around them at this time - the fierce three-on-three battle just now not only allowed them to use the [Death Curse] without any scruples, but also caused one or two explosions from time to time. This scene It has caused many Death Eaters and Aurors to stay away from this dangerous place unconsciously.

On the steps in the distance, Bellatrix waved her whip like a madman and kept pursuing forward. Hermione stood still, pointing the wand at Bellatrix, and looked at Bellatrix's embarrassed appearance with blood splattered on his head and face. Bellatrix also stretched out her arms, pointing her wand at her opponent, looking for an opportunity to hit the opponent with [Avada Kedavra].

However, after the explosion, Hermione, who had been preparing to attack Bellatrix with Cirilla, suddenly gave up the confrontation with her.

Under the doubtful gaze of the other party, she took a step forward with her half-human, half-cat legs and rushed straight towards the wall of blue flames at the bottom of the steps. A trace of firmness and determination flashed across her face, as if she had made some important decision.

At this time, inside the flame wall, the battle was almost going to be decided.

Next, Rudolfs watched quietly as Lucius bandaged his wounds. It was not until he was almost finished that he noticed that his wife Bellatrix had returned to the craftsman.

Bellatrix's face showed a trace of exhaustion, but her eyes shone with excitement. She walked to Rudolfs and whispered what happened on the central battlefield just now.

As Rudolfs listened to his wife's story, a look of realization gradually appeared on his face.

He glanced at the blue flames sarcastically, and said to Lucius and Bellatrix in his usual joking tone: "Humph, our master should have brought Nagini with him. Look. He looks really embarrassed now."

Just now, on the high platform under the arch, Voldemort's black wizard robe had become tattered, revealing some charred tree-like burns, flame burns, and purple frostbite, to name a few—— Those are all wounds of different attributes caused by being hit by Levin's rainbow magic.

His face was pale, and his eyes flashed with malice, as if he was about to kill his opponent at any time.

However, his opponent Levin is not in good shape either.

Levin was originally standing nearly five meters in front of the stone pillar of the arch, but now he has retreated all the way to the stone pillar with his back against the arch. His breathing was rapid and his face was pale. It was obvious that he could no longer hold on. Although he still held the wand in his hand tightly, the light in his eyes had gradually dimmed.

Voldemort's eyes flashed with confidence and arrogance. He estimated that in two or three more rounds, he would be able to defeat Levin and declare his victory.

Although this seemed to be a little faster than the expected time to defeat Levin, Voldemort still looked proud and enjoyed the joy of winning. After all, defeating a truly strong man was far more valuable than defeating a group of bastards.

However, just when he was about to touch the edge of victory, violent magic fluctuations suddenly came from behind.

He turned around suddenly and was surprised to find that the group of Gryffindor students - Neville, Ginny, and Colin - were standing in the blue flames, intact. The flames seemed to do no harm to them. They came behind them quietly under the cover of the blue wall of fire.

"How dare you!" Voldemort roared angrily, but it was already too late.

He could only watch helplessly as the students cast spells on him. He couldn't believe that he would be suddenly attacked. At this moment, his heart was filled with shock and anger.

Voldemort hastily adjusted his protective silver shield behind him, trying to resist the sudden attack.

However, this group of students was well prepared. The magic spells they fired were not intended to directly kill him, but spells such as [Levitation Curse] and [Retreat the Enemy Three Feet]. The impact of these spells was so huge that Voldemort was knocked away.

At the moment when he was rolling in the air, Voldemort finally realized that the reason why these little wizards were not firing lethal spells was because their purpose was not to kill him directly through a sneak attack, but to push him into the arch.

And those Gryffindor students are obviously adult elite wizards transformed through compound potions - otherwise, (cibj) their spells would never be so powerful!

These spells were not intended to kill him directly through a sneak attack, but to push him into the arch. Those Gryffindor students were obviously elite medical practitioners who transformed through compound potions - otherwise the spells of these students would not work. So powerful!

Voldemort struggled in the air, trying hard to steady himself. However, the Gryffindor students did not give him any chance. They continued to fire spells, forcing Voldemort towards the arch step by step.

It was completely different from the shock he felt when he faced the fire element lord just now. At this moment, Voldemort felt a huge and indescribable panic in his heart. He clearly realized that if he was thrown into that arch, all the hard work he had endured and spent countless time and energy on for resurrection would be in vain in an instant.

Who knows how long we will have to wait for the next resurrection, and who knows what kind of lingering we will experience.

What frightened him even more was that he knew nothing about this arch. The legend about this arch representing death is truly miraculous, full of unspeakable mystery and terror. No one in history has ever entered this door and returned, and he knows this. He wasn't even sure if he could be resurrected with the help of a Horcrux if he was thrown in. This unknown and uncertainty brought his fear to its peak.

At this critical moment, Voldemort's seventy years of life experience played a key role.

He opened his arms in the air, his body shook, and the hem of the black wizard's robe instantly turned into more than a dozen long strips that flew up like long snakes. These long strips were like tentacles that flexibly wrapped around the huge pillars of the arch, large gravel on the ground, and everything he could touch.

At the same time, Voldemort also used the flying magic developed for dementors, causing black smoke to cover his body. He tried to slow down by reducing inertia, thereby avoiding the fate of being thrown into the arch.

His face was distorted, and his eyes flashed with madness and despair, trying to make a final fight with the God of Death.

But at the same time, something worse happened.

Levin's weakness just now has disappeared, replaced by a vigorous and tall figure, standing under Voldemort and staring at his operations in the air.

There was a playful light in his eyes, as if to say: You have been cheated!

Levin's sudden change surprised everyone present, as if his continuous retreat just now was just an illusion.

"[Finger of Death]!"

Levin suddenly uttered an unfamiliar spell, and his wand pointed at Voldemort's chest like a meteor in the night. A terrifying black-red power cut through the air, carrying an irresistible aura of death, roaring towards Voldemort.

Although Voldemort had never seen this spell, he could clearly feel the strong and unchanging power of death contained in it, which was even as powerful as the [Killing Curse] he used himself. His heart tightened suddenly, as if being held tightly by an invisible big hand.

Voldemort did not dare to be negligent at all. He shouted loudly, gave up the magic of turning into black snow, and quickly waved his wand with both hands to control the nearby rocks to block his chest continuously.

There was just a loud noise, and the whole space seemed to be shaking at this moment. Voldemort only felt a huge impact coming, and his body involuntarily stepped back. At the same time, the stones instantly turned into powder and scattered in all directions under the terrifying power of [Finger of Death].

Levin looked at the scene in front of him and sighed secretly in his heart: "Sure enough, the [Finger of Death] effect without practice is still not enough.

But he did not show any disappointment. Instead, he raised his head and looked at Voldemort, with a glint of admiration in his eyes, "It's really a commendable skill Mr. Riddle. Your (Levitation Charm) is quite good."