novelraw Chapter 96 Ninjutsu and Magic
Chapter 96 Ninjutsu and Magic
Chapter 96 Ninjutsu and Magic (Two chapters today)
Bang!
The water dragon, controlled by Voldemort, was kicked in the neck by Orochimaru and flew out with a wail.
The enormous water dragon, at this moment, seemed as insignificant as a swaying weed.
Voldemort was completely stunned by what he saw.
He could accept that the water dragon he created with magic was destroyed by another spell, just like the omnipotent spell that stops spells instantly.
But no matter what, he could hardly believe that a wizard could kick such a large water dragon away with a single kick.
this----
Is he still a wizard?
Voldemort narrowed his eyes as he watched the water dragon, kicked away by Orochimaru from mid-air, fly horizontally past him and transform into a torrential downpour that obscured his vision.
"You've surprised me, Orochimaru, very surprisingly."
Voldemort was unconcerned about the torrential rain pouring down from the sky; in fact, he was somewhat delighted.
The fact that Dumbledore has not yet arrived shows that Snape's delaying tactics have been very effective.
Therefore, he still has plenty of time.
Whether it's Harry Potter or that kid who calls himself Orochimaru, they are both rare spoils and remarkable discoveries for him tonight.
He must enjoy it properly and not give it up easily.
Voldemort thought this to himself, and then looked up—
The torrential rain, composed of water dragons, instantly dissipated, revealing Orochimaru's figure not far away.
He had somehow returned to the ground and was now watching Voldemort warily.
However, in Voldemort's eyes, Orochimaru now resembles a wizard, at least he has a wand in his hand.
Not only that, the green magic that had been wrapped around Orochimaru also disappeared.
"The magic you just used was interesting; it made someone's body stronger for a short time. But such magic, ultimately—"
Voldemort pondered for a moment, but still couldn't think of a suitable word to describe it.
Because in his knowledge, no wizard fought like this. Even Godric Gryffindor, who was said to enjoy close combat and was skilled with swords, was far inferior to the abilities displayed by this young wizard.
but----
That's all.
"A wizard who can't use a wand is ultimately just a more powerful magical creature."
Voldemort coldly commented on Orochimaru, who had just shattered the water dragon, his tone surprisingly tinged with regret.
"I'll give you one last chance. Put down your wand and kneel at my feet. I will forgive your ignorance and offense, and grant you strength and power."
Voldemort waited expectantly for Orochimaru's response, like a preaching priest.
When questioned by Voldemort, Orochimaru instinctively reached out to touch the scar on his forehead.
The pain there was intensifying, and whenever his own light collided with Voldemort's, it felt like an unbearable electric shock.
But he still chose to hold back.
He even tried to force a smile, a smile similar to Orochimaru's usual one.
He curled his lips into a sinister smile, but his gaze remained leisurely fixed on the enemy, as if admiring a windmill being turned by the wind.
Voldemort was taken aback by Orochimaru's posture. Just as he was about to comment, he saw Orochimaru suddenly raise the hand holding his wand.
"Disarm you!"
"Orochimaru" shouted, and a red light shot out from the tip of his wand like an arrow, heading straight for Voldemort.
Such magic————
Exterminate your weapon —
For so many years, no wizard has dared to use such a basic spell on himself.
The moment Voldemort heard the disarming incantation, a look of contempt appeared on his face.
With a casual wave of his hand, he flicked the wand in his hand, knocking the red light of Exorcism aside.
The wand he was holding now was not his own, but Quirrell's.
If he were to switch back to his own purple yew wand with a phoenix feather core, he could probably just casually wave it and the disarming spell would fly back and knock down that little wizard named Orochimaru.
Although his physical magic was crude and lacked the decorum of a Slytherin, it was indeed quite powerful.
In comparison, the way he used the Disarming Charm made him look as foolish as a Gryffindor who didn't know his own mortality.
"You still have a lot to learn, Orochimaru."
Voldemort sighed, drew his wand, and aimed it at Orochimaru, who was standing in front of him.
He was tired of playing dueling games with the kids and wanted to settle the matter once and for all.
The Heart-Snatching Curse, the Soul-Stealing Curse.
These two Unforgivable Curses were two of Voldemort's three most proficient spells. He was confident that he could make Orochimaru, the little wizard, temporarily obey him and give up his unrealistic fantasies.
Before Voldemort could use the Silent Charm to unleash the red light of the Crucifixion, a gentle breeze had already reached his side.
He subconsciously looked in the direction the breeze was coming from, but saw nothing.
But the next second, the excruciating pain in his abdomen made it all too clear what his current situation was.
A kunai pierced straight into his abdomen, followed by a violent twisting motion by the hand holding the kunai, as if to shred his intestines.
It was only then that Voldemort realized what was happening.
He suddenly turned his head and looked towards the place where Orochimaru's fighting power had originally been.
The little wizard who had caught his attention had already deactivated his transformation and returned to his original form.
His short, messy hair grew haphazardly on his head, and his stubborn, hateful eyes stared straight at Voldemort, who was being stabbed in the abdomen with a kunai in the distance.
The lightning bolt-shaped scar further revealed the person's identity.
"Harry Potter—?"
Voldemort murmured that he could accept the pure blood of Slytherin and possess superhuman magic.
But no matter what, he couldn't accept that a mere Gryffindor could master such advanced Transfiguration in their first year.
Voldemort sized up the young wizard who had inexplicably taken his body, and a sense of curiosity arose in his heart as he looked at the lightning bolt-shaped scar on the wizard's forehead.
However, compared to Harry Potter, who had just deceived him with Transfiguration, Orochimaru, who used a bizarre weapon to stab himself in the abdomen, was the one that troubled Voldemort the most.
When he looked around again, Orochimaru had vanished from his sight.
The young Slytherin wizard donned the invisibility cloak passed down through the Potter family, just as the water dragon transformed into a torrential downpour.
It was a bit tricky, but Voldemort didn't think it would be a problem.
He gently waved his wand over his abdomen, and the healing spell took effect immediately. The bleeding stopped, and his abdominal organs instantly healed.
For a wizard of his caliber, unless Dumbledore himself intervenes, ordinary magical and physical attacks are absolutely incapable of harming him.
His very existence is a miracle.
"I'm getting a little annoyed, little ones."
Voldemort's eyes darted around, then he gently waved his wand.
In an instant, the entire Forbidden Forest awoke at the command of his wand.