Chapter 233 Just Wait

A bolt of lightning struck down, not very lethal but extremely insulting.

Even when Voldemort was reduced to being possessed by snakes and eating rats in Albania, he did not feel as humiliated as today.

A stream of Fiendfyre spewed out of his mouth and spread wildly in all directions. Everything it touched was engulfed by the sea of ​​fire in the blink of an eye, becoming nutrients for the growth of Fiendfyre.

There were even a few Death Eaters among them, but Voldemort, who was now furious, obviously did not care.

Soon, Fiendfyre spread to Adam.

"God of Fire, make way!"

The Dark Staff paused, and a passage was opened up in the surging sea of ​​Fiendfyre, and Voldemort finally found his target.

"Avada Kendava--"

A phantom appeared in front of Gandalf, and Voldemort raised his hand and cast a killing curse full of anger, but only shattered a shadow.

The next moment, the Fiendfyre in all directions suddenly changed from orange-red to pale white, and rushed towards Voldemort in the center——

Adam had completely mastered the magic of the Fire Card, and Fiendfyre... of course it was also fire!

Voldemort, who felt that Fiendfyre had suddenly lost control, did not dare to be careless. After waving his wand, the terrain on his side changed drastically. The suddenly rising ground delayed Fiendfyre for a moment, and Voldemort also Apparated away at this time.

"This is a warning, Voldemort, or... Tom."

Voldemort, who returned to Malfoy Manor, looked at Gandalf who walked out of the white Fiendfyre, and his face, which was almost as white as Gandalf's robe, had an extremely ugly expression.

It was not the first time that the Fiendfyre spell failed to work, but this was the first time... He had his control of Fiendfyre taken away from him, and it was taken away almost instantly, without any resistance.

This means that the other party's research on Fiendfyre has surpassed him, and it is far more than a little bit!

Is this reasonable?

The Fiendfyre is the most dangerous curse even in the dark arts, but you, the headmaster of Hogwarts, are much more familiar with it than me?

Are you the Dark Lord or am I the Dark Lord? !

You old man wears all white, but you are actually very evil!

If Adam knew what Voldemort was thinking, he would definitely accuse him of slandering him, but Adam's Legilimency is not yet at the point where he can read Voldemort's thoughts at will.

"Voldemort, I have no intention of participating in your fight with Dumbledore, but if you continue to attack the children of Hogwarts and try to get your hands on Hogwarts, then be prepared to pay a higher price."

Under Voldemort's gaze, Gandalf took out a diary and threw it into the Fiendfyre, and then the Fiendfyre all over the mountains and plains instantly extinguished, and Gandalf's figure disappeared along with it.

"No——!"

Voldemort Apparated to the place where Gandalf had just stood, lowered his head and looked around, but there was only a scorched earth on the ground, and even the ashes were burned by the Fiendfear to only a thin layer.

The reason why Lucius was punished by him was that he had little thoughts, after all, how many of his men didn't have their own little thoughts?

The main reason was that he lost his Horcrux!

Originally, he still had some luck, and other people might not be able to recognize what a Horcrux was, after all, this thing belonged to the extremely high-end black magic knowledge, but Gandalf's actions just now obviously tore his fantasy apart.

Voldemort took a few deep breaths.

It doesn't matter, it's just a Horcrux. Didn't he make so many Horcruxes just to deal with this situation?

And he kept the Horcruxes secret enough, and the placement method of each Horcrux was different.

On second thought, the destruction of the diary might not be a bad thing. It would make his enemies think that his Horcrux was destroyed and he had become a mortal who could be killed. Then he might be able to take advantage of this opportunity...

Voldemort thought so and felt better again, but when he looked down, his mood fell to the bottom again.

A dozen Death Eaters were lying on the ground, dying, and next to them there were more Death Eaters who had been struck to death by lightning... and Death Eaters who had been burned everywhere by the Fiendfyre.

You have to know that except for those who were on missions outside, the Death Eaters here were almost all his team. If the remaining few died, he would basically have no one to use.

Cursing them as waste in his heart, Voldemort had to use magic to transform and heal the bodies of those Death Eaters. It was just a simple treatment, and these guys were not worth his time.

Afterwards, Voldemort summoned the Death Eaters who were out through the Dark Mark and ordered them to bring back a few doctors from St. Mungo's to give further treatment to the injured.

After asking a Death Eater to find a new base, Voldemort, standing alone on the ruins, thought of Gandalf.

Although he was furious at Gandalf's move, Voldemort chose to ignore Gandalf for the time being and concentrate on dealing with Dumbledore... and the boy who lived.

That was his biggest worry.

And he had to admit that, judging from the result of the quick fight just now, Gandalf was indeed a strong man. If he joined forces with Dumbledore, his situation would probably be even more difficult.

But it didn't matter. Gandalf and Dumbledore were both old men, and he undoubtedly had enough time with the Horcrux. All he had to do was wait... wait for those idiots in the Ministry of Magic to help him find a suitable and appropriate opportunity to prove his strength.

A brief battle between Gandalf and Voldemort did not cause any waves. Now that the Ministry of Magic has not fallen into Voldemort's hands, no one dares to go to Voldemort's territory to interview...

Voldemort doesn't tolerate reporters!

There were fewer and fewer good news in the Daily Prophet, replaced by missing reports one after another. The atmosphere in Hogwarts became heavier because some students found familiar names on the list of missing persons. people.

"Another student applying to go back."

Professor McGonagall came to the office with the letter in her hand and couldn't help but lamented:

"Poor kid."

"Well, if there is father's application, then let him approve it and tell him that there will be a Hogwarts Express at nine o'clock the day after tomorrow. Don't miss it."

After checking to make sure everything was correct, Adam nodded directly and agreed to the other party's departure.

"Adam, I think we should do something. You can't let them leave Hogwarts like this... You know very well what happened to those who disappeared. These children will also be in danger after they return."

Professor McGonagall saw that Adam had directly approved another student's application and couldn't help but said:

"We should at least advise them...it would be safer for them to stay at Hogwarts."

"Professor McGonagall, they know this very well."

Adam put down the application letter and looked at Professor McGonagall:

"We are professors of the school and have the obligation to ensure the safety of students on campus, but we are also professors of the school and have no qualifications to force students to stay or leave, or to decide their lives for students."