Hogwarts Shippuden

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"Voldemort! My ancestors!"

Kyle threw two spherical objects at Voldemort while his mouth was stinking.

Even Voldemort dared not take lightly the mess that Kyle threw.

Who the hell knows what this Dumbledore kid can tinker with?

The last detonating talisman brought him a huge surprise.

Two lightning flashes flashed in the air, instantly hitting the two balls that Kyle threw.

Two small explosions sounded, a large pool of shit-yellow liquid splashed out, and the walls around the corridor were dyed the same color.

A strong stench, like canned herring that had been fermented for nine to eighty-one days in a hood that Quirrell had not washed for several years, filled the corridor instantly.

"Fake! Big dung bomb!" Cedric, who has always been suave, let out a rare foul language.

There is no reason for him, it really stinks.

He immediately put a bubble head spell on himself.

What bothered Cedric was that the big dung bomb produced by the Weasley twins, the alchemy genius, could not be completely blocked by a simple bubble head spell.

Kyle really has no other way, only this level of dung bomb can work against Voldemort.

In the last fight in the Forbidden Forest, Kyle knew the difficulty of Voldemort as the ceiling of the magic world.

Although Voldemort is now only a remnant soul, his strength is not one.

But even in this state, with Voldemort's magical attainments, most of the spells that Kyle mastered, he could easily crack.

Faced with an opponent who is immune to 99% spell damage, what else can you do?

Use gymnastics?

In the Forbidden Forest not long ago, Voldemort used a method similar to the hardening of armed colors, forcibly took over the Thunder Plough Hot Knife jointly used by Kyle and George.

If it wasn't for the piercing power of the three generations of Raikage's Hell Stab, Ichigo, Kyle didn't think he could stab Voldemort to death.

So we can only use some unconventional means.

The effect of the big dung bomb is very significant.

Even if Voldemort is the Dark Lord who has scared countless wizards, as long as his olfactory system is still in the category of primates, he can't avoid being disgusted by the smelly dung bomb.

This is indeed the case. When he smelled the stench, Voldemort was almost suffocated by the smoke.

The movement of casting spells in his hands inevitably stagnated for a while.

When they were in the Forbidden Forest, Kyle and the others relied on the weirdness of all kinds of unconventional magic to fight a battle with asymmetric information, so that they could be dragged to Dumbledore to come to support.

And now, if Kyle guessed correctly, Dumbledore should have turned on the phantom body spell and accompanied his savior classmate Harry to play the adventure game in the restricted area on the fourth floor of the castle.

All he could rely on was the professors in the castle.

But since Voldemort dared to choose to do it in the castle, no one could say whether he had some way of dragging the professors in the castle.

"Go and find Hagrid."

This is the only top fighting force that Hogwarts can rely on now, and Kyle took Hannah and Cedric to run.

As for whether the little badgers in the Hufflepuff common room were alive or dead behind Voldemort, this Kyle couldn't help it.

He may be cold himself, and he doesn't care what other people do.

Seeing that Kyle was about to run, after Voldemort cast a bubble head spell on himself, he pointed his wand far away, and countless dark vines burst out of the wall in an instant.

Wood escape?

The wooden escape alone is not enough to make Kyle feel hopeless.

What really made him desperate was that the vines that broke through the wall were covered with the vines that had just been pasted on the wall...

Big shit bombs.

He would rather die than be entangled in vines covered in shit-yellow liquid.

"Fire escape · Huohuo extinguished!" A large flame like sea water spit out from Kyle's mouth, instantly filling the entire corridor space.

"Wind escape..."

Kyle originally wanted to add a blast of wind to enhance the power of the flames, but the wind-dun ninjutsu spit out from his mouth generally has a premise to perform.

That is to take in enough air.

Cedric, who had been smoked into broken pots by the stench, threw most of the dung bombs he was carrying into the sea of ​​fire in a frenzy.

You know, the materials for making dung bombs are very cheap, and the production process is also very easy.

They can easily tinker with hundreds or thousands of these things.

Which one of the four of them didn't carry a hundred dung bombs in their ninja bag?

And according to Muggle physics, a rise in temperature would speed up the thermal motion of the molecules, allowing the odor to spread faster.

Taking a gulp of this fresh hot air now, Kyle felt that without Voldemort's hands, he would stink to death here.

"Don't lose it! The kitchen doesn't want it anymore, right!" Kyle quickly stopped Cedric's frenzied behavior.

Running is important.

The three rushed out of the castle gate and ran towards Hagrid's hut in the distance.

A plume of black smoke also rushed out of the castle gate.

Looking at the approaching Voldemort, Kyle took out his wand and cast a...

Loud.

"Hagrid! Help!"

Kyle's angry cry for help resounded throughout Hogwarts.

"Hagrid? That stupid big guy? You think he can save you?" Voldemort's playful voice came from behind.

Kyle didn't want to talk to the other party and threw a few big dung bombs at the other party.

Seeing that Kyle used biochemical weapons in violation of international conventions, Voldemort's face was gloomy, and the black mist he turned into turned a corner in the air, avoiding the attack of the big dung bomb.

Ping! Pong!

Several large dung bombs in the air suddenly collided, instantly changing their trajectory, intercepting Voldemort's path, and surrounding him from the front, left and right.

Looking at the burning familiar piece of paper that the dung bomb was attached to, Voldemort had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Shit you! Voldemort!"

Kyle's arrogant voice came from the front, and the detonating talisman attached to the big dung bomb exploded.

An exasperated Voldemort rushed out from behind the water curtain of dung.

He wiped his face in embarrassment, almost stunned himself.

"Kyle! Dumbledore!" Voldemort roared, green flames erupting around him, like a demon of flames.

Coupled with the hellish stench on his body, it is really more like a devil.

"Call your mother!" Kyle threw a big dung bomb again at Voldemort's wide-open mouth.

Voldemort closed his mouth for a moment.

Apparently our Lord Dark Lord has never had this kind of trash talk in battle.

If the anger could materialize, Kyle would be able to see Voldemort's burning rage right now.

Voldemort's already green face looked even greener in the light of the miserable green flames.

Because of the delay at this moment, he felt that a strong magic power had erupted from the hut in the distance.

Even if that magic is far from Voldemort's peak, it's not something that Voldemort can fight now.

The walls of the hut burst open, and a huge green shadow pierced through it.

"Power Prelude!"

Kyle, Hannah, and Cedric all breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this familiar rough voice.

Before Voldemort had time to react, a foot the size of a washbasin landed on his face.

What the hell is this speed?

The kick that pierced like lightning instantly made Voldemort feel his face.

His body roared out of the dark green sea of ​​fire, and flew out tens of meters parallel to the ground, like a meteor smashing a big tree as thick as a bucket.

At this time, the hurricane brought by Hagrid's high-speed movement was long overdue, breaking the green fire curtain.

Although it wasn't the first time, Hagrid was still amazed at the speed and power he burst out.

"Come on! Hagrid!" Cedric shouted excitedly. "Kick his ass!"

"This is a great time to burn youth!" Kyle also shouted loudly.

Hannah Little Loli didn't care about her image like the two boys next to her, but she cheered Hagrid excitedly.