"Quirrell, listen to me."
Snape tried to explain, but Voldemort wasn't going to give him the chance.
Once you gave someone enough time to explain, it became much harder to pin the blame on them.
"Expelliarmus, Stupefy, Sectumsempra..."
Spell after spell flew out like water being flung from a bucket. Voldemort unleashed his magic without restraint—after all, the professors would come running. What did he have to fear?
This wasn't a duel anymore. Things might even get bad enough for Dumbledore to join the mob beating.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
Snape was in the wrong, so he couldn't fight back. All he could do was use his exceptionally refined magic skills to fend off Voldemort's relentless spells.
If I don't use Dark Magic, this will just keep going. I'll run out of magic before I can take him down... Voldemort thought.
Hogwarts wasn't a good place to fight. He couldn't use guns, and he didn't dare use Dark Magic. He was too restricted here.
He didn't even dare make full use of the superb techniques he'd inherited from Voldemort's Soul Fragment—such as his wand grip, one of Voldemort's finest combat techniques.
If you were lucky enough to see several dueling masters' wand grips, you'd know just how impressive Voldemort's was.
Moody, the former Auror who'd captured countless people, held his wand with a very firm grip. That made his spells unusually powerful and swift.
Snape had excellent rhythm in the way he held his wand. When he used it, it almost never left the triangle in front of his chest. This gave him exceptional reaction speed and helped him conserve magic in battle.
As for Dumbledore, he hardly held his wand in his palm at all. When he wielded the Elder Wand, he only needed to move a few fingers. His