Snape VS Voldemort

"You shouldn't have done that, Quirrell."

At the dining table, Flitwick said worriedly, "I know you're protecting Percy, but your actions went too far."

The wise Head of Ravenclaw had deduced the reason for Voldemort's outburst from what had happened.

If he hadn't done so, the students wouldn't be discussing Professor Quirrell's violent outburst, but Percy's "damn Slytherin."

Percy Weasley, a fifth-year, couldn't bear the animosity of an entire house.

And now...

"The teaching assistant I chose myself, I should protect him, shouldn't I?" Voldemort said, chewing his steak.

"Yes, but..."

Before Flitwick could finish, a roar interrupted him.

"Quirrell, how dare you do this?"

It was Snape, dressed in his black wizard's robe, looking like a giant bat as he strode into the dining hall. The first words out of his mouth were a challenge to Voldemort.

"It was merciful of me not to deduct points for Slytherin when he didn't follow classroom rules," Voldemort said, not backing down.

"And that's your reason for attacking a student with magic?"

Snape, now in the center of the dining hall, drew his wand from his waist. "Let me see your skills. Are they only capable of pointing your wand at eleven-year-old children?"

"Oh, Snape, calm down, don't..."

Flitwick tried to intervene, but Voldemort cut him off with action.

"Come on, Snape, I'd like to see your skills too."

Voldemort leaped directly from the classroom dining table. The moment he landed, his wand was in his hand—he had wanted to test his own strength for a long time, and Snape was a worthy opponent.

"Expelliarmus."

Snape didn't give Voldemort time to regain his balance, directly swinging his wand—he hadn't used a silent spell, which proved he remained rational despite his anger.

The experienced professors understood Snape's intention immediately and did not interfere in the duel—but they quickly cast area-of-effect defensive spells in front of the students.

As the spell was about to hit Voldemort, the stunned students' mouths hung open. However, Voldemort didn't stop moving after landing, executing a perfect side-flip to dodge the Disarming Charm.

"Expelliarmus."

The moment he got up, his wand pointed at Snape's throat like a sword, striking through the air.

"Crack."

Snape stood still, merely waving his wand quickly to deflect Voldemort's Disarming Charm to the side—this was a highly advanced application of the Shield Charm, used in conjunction with silent spells.

"Barrage of Spells."

Protecting himself, Snape unleashed a second spell.

"Armor Charm."

Voldemort chose defense, and a transparent armor appeared before him—this was a manifestation of the Shield Charm, as a regular Shield Charm wouldn't produce such a phantom image.

"Bang bang bang..."

A series of impacts rang out as the Shield Charm gradually dissipated into nothingness amidst the noise.

"Stupefy."

"Expelliarmus."

This time, both of them pointed their wands at each other simultaneously. Two streams of magic collided in the air and exploded rapidly.

Snape's spell, after dispersing Voldemort's, traveled three meters forward before dissipating, indicating Snape's superior strength.

After this exchange, neither of them attacked again, instead watching each other cautiously.

Voldemort pondered his battle strategy, realizing that Quirrell's magical power and depth were inferior to Snape's.

Snape found Professor Quirrell to be more formidable than he had imagined and needed to adjust his mindset and face this challenge he had initiated with greater seriousness.

For Snape, this was a battle to vindicate Slytherin.

He could not allow others to harm Slytherin students or the reputation of Slytherin—Snape realized that Percy's remark could no longer be held accountable, and he could only vindicate Slytherin by defeating Quirrell.

"The Head of House is superior; the recent spell collision has already proven everything."

"This is the first time I've seen the Head of House angry. Slytherin will win."

"Professor Quirrell is too much; the Head of House's intervention is righteous."

The Slytherin students buzzed with discussion, clearly siding with their Head of House and attempting to influence Voldemort with their words.

However, the students at the other three house tables had the opposite attitude, largely supporting Voldemort, including the Weasley brothers.

Although they disliked their brother's strictness, he was family after all, and Professor Quirrell was standing up for their brother. Grudges aside for the moment, they had to support Professor Quirrell now.

As for the other students who supported Professor Quirrell, the reasons were even simpler.

Slytherin was too detested, and Snape's reputation was indeed poor; there was no reason not to side with Professor Quirrell.

The two silent individuals, however, ignored the students. They merely stared intently at each other, preparing for the battle ahead.

It was unclear who made the first move, or if they moved at the same time, but spells suddenly flew.

"Whoosh..."

"Bang bang..."

Both used silent spells with tacit understanding, which instantly made the battle fierce.

Snape's magic was stronger, but Voldemort had the combat experience of Voldemort's remnant soul to support him, and he didn't fall behind in a short time.

While casting spells, both moved towards each other with all their might, compressing the space between them and increasing the difficulty of the battle.

Either of them, with the slightest carelessness, would be hit by a spell.

But this seemingly reckless act perfectly demonstrated their extraordinary strength.

The younger students couldn't grasp the situation, but the older students and professors' eyes widened in astonishment.

As the distance between them continuously narrowed, they only slowed down slightly when they were about five meters apart.

"At this distance, spells arrive in the blink of an eye, leaving too little reaction time for each other, but Professor Quirrell is clearly more skilled; his technique is delicate, and his movement is agile..."

Lee Jordan, the roommate of the Weasley twins, at this tense moment, actually rolled up his book and started acting as the live DJ, causing countless students to burst into laughter.

Miss Know-it-all, who had been nervously gripping her clothes, now looked at her senior in surprise.

Harry, engrossed in the battle, also looked at Lee Jordan not far away in surprise.

"Brilliant, Jordan, you're right." This was Ron, who was the first to respond and praise him after his surprise.

"Bang."

A muffled sound, and Lee Jordan's voice abruptly stopped. It wasn't because someone interrupted him, but because Professor Quirrell had fallen.

Yes.

After a few seconds of infinite firing at a distance of five meters, Voldemort finally began to falter—his magical foundation and his understanding of silent spells dictated Voldemort's defeat.

"Stupefy."

Snape seized this opportunity, abandoned the silent spell, increased his magic output, and wanted to achieve victory in one fell swoop.

The moment Voldemort was hit by the spell, his gaze flickered to the bottom left, activating a skill—not [Darkest Hour], but [Lin Zuo Moment].

"Obstacle Charm."

Voldemort didn't get up, and while lying down, he cast the Obstacle Charm.

The spell, flashing with a blue-green light, met Snape's Stunning Spell. After canceling the Stunning Spell in the air, it still flashed with a slightly dimmed light and remained suspended in the air.

Snape's gaze slightly narrowed, falling on the spell suspended in the air.