Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 533: Can he turn the tables?

Chapter 533: Can he turn the tables?

Voldemort had never been so angry. After the humiliation of being killed by an infant, he was now almost killed by a student who was only fifteen years old!

If Harry Potter was able to kill him more than a decade ago because of the magic Lily used at the cost of her life, then this time there is no excuse—he really almost fell victim to Siron's Killing Curse.

Just an inch away—the great, terrifying Dark Lord would have repeated his fate and become a wisp of ghost, less than a maggot.

Voldemort finally abandoned his toying mentality towards his prey.

The shadow of almost being killed four years ago, and the obsession with Tom Riddle when he completely disappeared, forced him to abandon the most suitable resurrection material and choose that second-best Auror in order to kill Siron as soon as possible.

Although it was his own decision and he successfully completed the resurrection, this imperfect ritual remained like a dull thorn in his heart, igniting a nameless fire every time he thought about it.

So he wanted to torment Siren, using the way a hunter toys with his prey, to wear down that blunt thorn through Siren's fear and despair.

However, Voldemort never expected that he would almost suffer a humiliating defeat, a disgrace that was even more unbearable than the failure he had experienced more than a decade ago.

Voldemort no longer cared about the blunt spikes; he swung his wand forcefully at Siron.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A beam of green light shot out from Voldemort's wand.

Siren was prepared; the moment Voldemort raised his wand, he had already transformed into a smaller black cat and hid behind the Horcrux.

The killing spell landed on the open pages, and the diary immediately began to shake violently. The yellowed parchment, like leaves being swept up by the autumn wind, made a rustling sound.

Fortunately, it withstood the curse; the resilience of a Horcrux allowed it to withstand Voldemort's Killing Curse, and it returned to calm a second later.

On the previously blank page, a huge, complex, light green magic rune now occupies the entire page.

Meanwhile, the black cat that Cyrus transformed into was completely unharmed, leaping onto a distant tree right in front of Voldemort.

Voldemort's forehead vein throbbed violently. This was the second time he had failed—and even Cyren Ollivander was still provoking him relentlessly.

He then cast the Killing Curse three more times, but Siron skillfully dodged the first two, which was the greatest benefit of the Animagus.

Cats have a natural advantage in terms of reaction and agility, especially in this not-so-open environment. The small grove of trees by the swamp provided a natural barrier for Siron, and Voldemort could not predict his movements at all.

Although the third Killing Curse sealed off all routes, he still had the Horcrux, which flew over and blocked his way, allowing Siron to escape again.

Whether it was a misperception or not, Sirius noticed that Voldemort's originally pale skin had a slight blush after the three Killing Curses missed.

"Is all you can do is hide?" he roared angrily, waving his wand again.

A thin, long flame shot out from the tip of the wand, then transformed into a giant snake over thirty feet long. The moment it detached from the wand, it charged into the woods, hissing angrily.

Wherever the giant serpent passed, everything was set ablaze by its flames.

Siren wanted to escape as quickly as possible, but a group of Death Eaters wearing black hoods blocked his way. Their wands also spewed fire, forming a huge barrier that forced Siren to turn back.

Clearly, Voldemort had summoned those Death Eaters who had narrowly escaped the Ministry of Magic's punishment back to his side.

But this is not good news for Xilun.

The woods here aren't the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts; they're only about the size of the Quidditch pitch. They'll be burned to the ground by Fiendfyre in no time, and then he'll be dead.

Xilun was extremely anxious and couldn't help but look up at the dark sky.

If all of this was indeed the prophecy he had once seen, then he remembered that the prophecy ended with a beam of red light that filled the entire crystal ball—could that be the Fiery Inferno that completely burned the forest to the ground?

Xilun shuddered.

No, while there's still a chance, we must find another way—those Death Eaters can't possibly surround the entire swamp with Fiendfire, can they?

Xilun immediately leaped onto the [Soul Weapon Codex] and darted through the forest at top speed.

Behind him, a thick plume of black smoke followed closely; Xiren knew it was Voldemort's flight magic.

Another Death Eater appeared ahead, using magic to conjure a large net in the middle of the road.

Xiren immediately jumped up, transformed back into human form in mid-air, and took out his wand.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A flash of green light appeared, and the Death Eater collapsed to the ground with a thud. Without the support of magic, the large net he had conjured also dissipated.

At the last moment before falling, Xilun transformed back into a cat and landed lightly on the open diary using inertia.

Even so, he was still a little too slow. Although he wasn't stopped directly, Voldemort was getting closer and closer behind him.

Feeling a chilling sensation rapidly approaching from behind, Xilun had no choice but to transform back. The sudden increase in weight caused the [Soul Weapon Codex] to plummet downwards.

At the same time, the black mist flew past, brushing past Xilun's hair.

Taking advantage of the brief moment, Siren quickly raised a silver wand.

A wisp of pale blue, ribbon-like light floated in mid-air, gathered together, and transformed into a blue unicorn.

This is it!

Voldemort's eyes were bloodshot with rage. He would never forget that it was this ghostly unicorn who had forcibly torn apart his last remaining soul in the underground classrooms of Hogwarts.

Even after he escaped, the deep-seated pain gnawed at him constantly.

So much so that when the ghostly unicorn charged at him, the usually arrogant Voldemort instinctively backed away.

The next second————

Okay, now Siren can confirm that Voldemort's exposed skin really has turned red.

Nothing more to say, let's keep running.

In mid-air, Voldemort charged head-on at the unicorn's soul, wanting to tear it apart completely, but at the same time he let out a mournful howl.

The unicorn's soul is the core of the wand Silvermane, and Silvermane's [Purify] property has a 100% restraining effect on dark creatures and magic.

Voldemort, being a wizard who had been transformed countless times by dark magic, found encountering the soul of a unicorn to be no different than throwing a snowman into a fireplace.

Although he wouldn't be melted, he was definitely in pain. The surrounding flames suddenly rose a lot higher. In just one second, Xilun gave up the idea that "I can fight back" and jumped back onto the [Soul Weapon Codex], running in the opposite direction without looking back.