Hogwarts: Who made her a professor?

Chapter 373 The 7-year-old Deng's defenses crumble

Chapter 373 The Seventy-Year-Old Deng's Defenses Are Breached

Belvina walked down the hill through graves and overgrown weeds.

After walking past countless yew trees, Belvina saw the figure standing in front of the tombstone.

A black robe and a tombstone, yet there was no atmosphere of remembrance for the deceased. Even without seeing the appearance, one could imagine Voldemort's expression.

Hearing the soft rustling of his robes, Voldemort turned around in front of the tombstone.

"I thought you weren't coming," Voldemort said softly. "Commendable courage, Belvina."

It sounded like Voldemort was talking to a junior he valued, but the chilling murderous intent in his words sent shivers down one's spine.

"I'm so sorry, I came empty-handed today," Belvina said calmly. "It's my fault for not bringing you a gift."

She paused for a moment, then continued, "However, Professor Dumbledore should be here soon, and I'm sure he'll have prepared a big surprise for you."

"Is that so? I'm looking forward to it." Voldemort chuckled sinisterly. "However, you should be dead before Dumbledore arrives."

"That's terrible." Belvina's tone remained calm. "I've always wanted to know, between you and Professor Dumbledore, who is superior?"

Voldemort raised his hand, his long, pale fingers brushing against the tombstone beside him. The tomb belonged to his Muggle father, who shared the same name as him.

"Are you begging me for mercy, Belvina?" Voldemort's cruel face revealed a smug expression.

"Beg for mercy?" Belvina said calmly. "I think there must be some misunderstanding. Why would the eternally pure Blake beg for mercy from a despicable half-blood—"

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Before the words were even finished, Belvina, who was dancing in the minefield, decisively took action.

The acacia wand flashed a bolt of lightning from top to bottom, its blinding green light heading straight for Voldemort.

The Silent Killing Curse. Belvina's attack was deadly from the start, without any probing. To test Voldemort's strength would be a disrespect for life.

Faced with the unsportsmanlike sneak attack, Voldemort sneered, and under his control, the Muggle Riddle's tombstone crashed into the Killing Curse, instantly shattering the curse into pieces.

"Is this how Dumbledore taught you?" Voldemort said coldly, his shrill voice echoing through the graveyard.

"It's like Dumbledore didn't teach you anything!" Belvina said.

As she spoke, she waved her wand, and three innocent tombstones flew into the air, arranged in a triangular formation, and hurtled towards Voldemort like cannonballs.

Voldemort lazily waved his wand, and the three tombstones immediately lost power and crashed to the ground with a thud.

"You've disappointed me somewhat, Belvina," Voldemort said coldly. "Avada Kedavra!"

A bright green light flew towards Belvina, who flicked her wand and then vanished.

Immediately afterwards, Belvina appeared behind Voldemort, and her acacia wand unleashed another bolt of lightning. At the same time, the three tombstones from before slammed into Voldemort once more.

As if he had anticipated this, Voldemort vanished with a sudden whirl of his black robes. He then reappeared behind Belvina, returning the Killing Curse to her in the same manner.

However, the ground beneath Belvina's feet seemed to come alive suddenly; an earthen wall rose up, blocking the blinding green light.

Then, the earthen wall transformed into a giant fire dragon's head, which opened its mouth and spewed a scorching, bright flame at Voldemort.

Voldemort raised his wand, and the yew wand sprayed out a curtain of water, water and fire mingled, and white steam rose up.

Immediately afterwards, a fire dragon made of mud burst through the rising white steam, its huge head raised high, and once again spewed a ball of flame at Voldemort.

Voldemort's crimson pupils were filled with ferocity. He raised his wand, and the ball of flame instantly flew back and smashed into the dragon's mouth.

Boom!

An explosion rang out, and the fire dragon made of mud was torn to pieces by the blast.

"Avada Kedavra!" Belvina roared.

A brilliant green light burst through the swirling soil and layers of moisture, heading straight for Voldemort's chest.

First, launch a strong attack with the Earth Fire Dragon. Once the enemy shows a weakness, finish them off with the Killing Curse. If it were anyone else, they would already be ready to start the feast by now.

However, Belvina's opponent today is Voldemort. If she could kill the most dangerous dark wizard in history with just that, then his claim of being "the most dangerous wizard in history" would be far too exaggerated.

Voldemort transformed into a wisp of black mist, dodging the Killing Curse while rapidly advancing towards Belvina. As the mist churned, the green light of the Killing Curse flashed repeatedly.

Belvina raised her left arm, and a silver kite-shaped shield engraved with the Black family crest appeared.

Boom!

A deep, muffled sound instantly echoed through the cemetery.

Voldemort's Killing Curse was so powerful that Belvina felt a tingling numbness in her left arm.

Boom!

Another deep, muffled thud, a sound powerful enough to terrify anyone.

After withstanding two powerful killing spells from Voldemort, two deep dents appeared on the surface of the kite-shaped shield.

Belvina, who was defending with her shield raised, was in even worse shape. Not only were her arms sore and numb, but she also felt a tightness in her chest, as if she had been kicked in the chest.

Most critically, Voldemort, now transformed into black mist, was closing in, and Belvina could clearly see his pale, skull-like face hidden within the mist.

Like the captain of the Hock village, Belvina suppressed her chest tightness and threw the kite-shaped shield with all her might, aiming it at the approaching black mist.

Then, Belvina waved her wand around like a whip, and a strong wind immediately arose, carrying pebbles, dirt, and grass towards Voldemort.

Voldemort, shrouded in black mist, revealed a sinister smile. The black mist, like strong acid, instantly corroded the kite shield completely. Voldemort then waved his wand, trying to stop the gale.

However, Voldemort failed this time. The gale carrying debris not only did not stop, but became even more violent.

The fierce wind whipped Voldemort's black robes, forcing him to squint his crimson eyes. He had to raise his wand to create a magical barrier to protect himself from the increasingly sharp pebbles. Just then, Voldemort, unable to move an inch, suddenly sensed the approaching danger. He looked up, his crimson pupils widening instantly—

A giant, blazing fireball descended from the sky, like a meteorite falling from heaven!

This wave, this wave is the Claws of Tonarus, plus the Fallen Fire of Tarak, and the Invoker Belvina Karl Black has arrived!

In terms of the types of magic she mastered, the young Belvina was far inferior to the seventy-year-old Voldemort, but when it came to using magic to create mischief, Voldemort couldn't even see the back of Belvina's head.

First, use Gale Force and Anti-Apparition to hard-control Voldemort, then use Giant Fireball to smash him. Even if it doesn't kill this seventy-year-old old man, it should at least break his defenses!

boom!

Boom!

The powerful blast wave devastated the Little Hangleton Cemetery.

If she hadn't been firmly rooted to the ground, Belvina would have been thrown away by the blast, and might have even fallen headfirst.

After a while, the shockwave dissipated and the smoke and dust settled. While carefully guarding against a sneak attack, Belvina focused intently on the landing point of the fireball.

Unfortunately, Voldemort was still standing there. Although the ground had been smashed into a large crater, and although he looked somewhat disheveled, Voldemort was still standing there unharmed, with no missing arms or legs.

Except for the nose.

The fact that Voldemort was driven to such a point is something many wizards would never even dream of.

"Belvina, I'm starting to admire you a little," Voldemort's voice was cold and chilling. "So, you must die here today!"

With that, Voldemort transformed into a cloud of black mist once more and flew out of the crater created by the fireball.

Half of the dream has come true. Although Voldemort wasn't killed by the smash, his defenses were indeed breached, and by a significant margin.

Whether studying at Hogwarts or wandering incognito, Voldemort, or rather Tom Riddle, had never suffered such humiliation.

Indeed, Voldemort viewed this as an insult to himself.

Voldemort continued, "You'd better pray that Dumbledore comes to your rescue, and you'd better pray that Walburga left you something too."

As soon as he finished speaking, flames shot into the sky.

The next second, a rain of black fire poured down from the sky.

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