The Dark Lord is still the Dark Lord.
The Fiendfyre cast by the opponent was the most destructive fire magic Morris had ever seen.
He had tried the Dark Magic of Fiendfyre before, and although he was able to cast it successfully, it was only a tiny flame that needed time to grow stronger.
Voldemort's Fiendfyre, from the moment it surged from the tip of his staff, transformed into a fiery beast, roaring as it tried to devour everything around it.
The Fiendfyre rushed towards the direction of the Inferi.
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Morris's undead creatures, of course, were not idle.
The Bone Dragon opened its massive jaws, unleashing a torrent of dragon breath that clashed head-on with Voldemort's Fiendfyre.
Two flames confronted each other in the air, intertwining and emitting a piercing roar.
Morris had previously been quite wary of spells like Fiendfyre, which dealt high damage over a wide area.
Neither his bone shield nor his Shield Charm could withstand Fiendfyre for long. What's more troublesome is that there's no safe, universal way to break Fiendfyre —at least not Morris's.
But things are different now.
The Bone Dragon has advanced to the fourth tier; its dragon breath is no longer simply high temperature. Similar to the curse attribute of the Fiendfyre, the Bone Dragon's dragon breath is also mixed with a kind of devouring power.
This power allows the Bone Dragon's flames to devour other flames, thus strengthening itself.
After a stalemate of more than ten seconds between the dragon's breath and the Fiendfyre, the Bone Dragon's flames gradually began to gain the upper hand.
The time came. The dragon's breath suddenly expanded, transforming into a ferocious giant maw that snapped shut. The monster that Fiendfyre had transformed into struggled a few times, but ultimately could not escape and was swallowed whole by the dragon's breath.
After finishing its devouring, the Bone Dragon's flames did not stop, but surged straight towards Voldemort.
Under this overwhelming pressure, Voldemort merely twitched his brow slightly.
The next second, his figure vanished from the spot.
It's Apparition.
Where did they go?
The thought had just crossed Morris's mind.
"Smack!"
A barely audible sound came from behind him.
They're very close!
Without hesitation, Morris lunged to the side, and at the same time, bone armor instantly covered his entire body.
Silvery-white bones appeared out of thin air, stacking layer upon layer, completely enveloping his torso and limbs.
A green light grazed his back and struck an innocent Inferi.
The Inferi exploded on the spot, its fragments flying everywhere and landing around it with a clattering sound.
Morris got up from the ground and looked back at Voldemort, who was only a few meters away from him.
He hadn't expected Voldemort to act so aggressively.
Shouldn't wizards fight by throwing spells at each other from a distance?
Just now, the distance between them was enough for a full-blown hand-to-hand combat.
Voldemort's blood-red eyes lingered on Morris's bone helmet armor for a moment, then a look of surprise appeared on his face.
"It's you?"
Morris was taken aback. "So what if it's me?"
Voldemort did not answer, but took a step to the side and leisurely looked Morris up and down.
"I really didn't expect that." He shook his head. "Remember? We met a few years ago. Ah, it was truly impressive."
"Really? I don't remember."
Morris raised his hand, signaling his undead creatures to refrain from attacking for the time being.
He wanted to see what Voldemort was up to.
"Let me give you a hint," Voldemort said in a low voice, " Quirrell."
Morris suddenly realized.
Indeed, he had encountered Voldemort at the end of his first year.
That was the first time they had met.
Young and hot-blooded, he wore a suit of bone armor and kicked Quirrell in the back of the head— Voldemort's face.
It seems the other party still remembers.
Morris's lips twitched slightly.
Are they that vengeful?
You might be the Dark Lord, so can you please not be so stingy?
"No one can humiliate me." Voldemort chuckled nervously, then immediately composed himself, gritting his teeth as he said, "You shouldn't be alive now."
Voldemort's facial expressions are quite consistent with Morris's stereotype of mental illness.
But speaking of humiliation...
Morris stroked his chin.
I wonder what kind of expression the other person would have if he let Tom out for a walk now.
Forget it, let's not be cheeky right now.
Just then...
"Swish-swish-swish-"
Three spells shot out from different angles, flying towards Voldemort.
It's Sirius and his friends.
They didn't leave; instead, they scattered around, constantly looking for opportunities and angles to attack.
Unfortunately, such attacks were unlikely to have any effect on Voldemort.
Voldemort didn't even look; he simply waved his wand behind him casually, and the spells exploded in mid-air, vanishing in an instant.
It looked like a few Yanhua had been set off.
Without stopping, he swung his wand from behind him to in front of him and flicked it gently in Frick's direction.
Even without chanting the incantation, Voldemort's Avada Kedavra possesses immense power.
The blinding green light flew out crookedly, like a snake searching for its prey.
At the critical moment, Frick's figure disappeared into the darkness, and the Killing Curse struck a tree not far away, blowing it in half.
"A very clever move," Morris nodded to himself.
Frick used his Shadow Concealment Stone.
The Shadow Concealment Stone is a good way to avoid Avada Kedavra.
Even Voldemort would have a hard time detecting it.
Just as he was thinking this, Voldemort narrowed his eyes and pointed his wand at the spot where Frick had disappeared.
" Frick!"
Sirius exclaimed in surprise from the other side.
Frick was forcibly dragged out of the darkness and flown straight toward Voldemort. He struggled desperately, but to no avail.
Fortunately, the Guantou food leaped up and landed on Frick.
"Meow!"
The person and the cat vanished into thin air in an instant.
No Anti-Apparition Jinx was cast in this place.
They were saved. Sirius and Lupin breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.
Morris pressed his wand to his throat and said in Sonorus, " Sirius, Lupin, take care of yourselves. I don't want to be distracted by looking after you."
Sirius and Lupin exchanged a glance from afar, then Apparition and disappeared one after the other.
Morris looked around and saw the two men on the roof of the nearest house, using the chimney as cover, their wands pointed at Voldemort, looking ready to provide support at any moment.
That works too, that's quite clever, he thought.
Voldemort ignored them, his gaze fixed intently on Morris.
"Now we can settle things between us," he said softly. "What's next? A one-on-one duel?"
Morris glanced at his undead creatures around him, shrugged, and said, "A duel is fine, but I can't guarantee it will be one-on-one."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Inferi swarmed towards Voldemort.
Although they are cannon fodder, they can still play a disruptive role to some extent.
" The Inferi," Voldemort laughed. "I know this thing all too well."