The Mad Voldemort
As the black-robed wizard cast his spell, the arrows imbued with Fiendfyre returned at an even faster speed.
Having lived in the Forbidden Forest for centuries, the Centaur possess exceptional fighting skills, but they also lack experience in fighting wizards, especially powerful ones!
The Centaur on the right reacted quickly, but was too arrogant. He wanted to show off his amazing strength, so he stretched out both hands.
The Centaur did indeed grasp the feathered arrow precisely, but the arrow's force was too great; his hands instinctively tightened their grip, yet the arrow's speed remained undiminished.
He was shot in the head with an arrow, and his entire body was thrown backward by the immense force. The horse's front hooves lifted, and then it crashed heavily to the ground.
The Centaur around them looked bewildered, their horses lightly pawing the ground as they stared in panic at their companion who had died instantly.
The Centaur on the left wasn't so overconfident; he accurately struck the arrow with his short spear, but the black fire suddenly transformed into a black snake, biting into his neck.
The Centaur fell to the ground and was instantly engulfed by Fiendfyre.
The black-clad Centaur in the middle was the most cautious. He decisively discarded his bow and drew his sword. The huge longsword was drawn from his waist, and with his powerful strength, he swung it easily, accurately striking the arrow.
He retreated simultaneously, narrowly avoiding the insidious attack of the Fiendfyre.
"Bane, what do we do?!" asked the black Centaur's companion.
Bane stared intently at the terrifyingly powerful wizard. Without uttering a single word, he launched a suicidal, frenzied charge.
Centaur are proud creatures; if their companions are killed, they will seek revenge without hesitation, even if they all die!
The second Centaur began to follow, then the third, the fourth... and finally, hundreds of Centaur launched a fan-shaped charge!
The horses' hooves pounded the earth, causing the surroundings to tremble as if drumming on the ground, the booming sound carrying for miles around!
Bane orchestrated several volleys of projectiles within a mere 300 to 100 paces.
Thirty arrows were fired simultaneously, whistling through the air!
But the black-robed wizard remained unfazed. He laughed loudly, and without using his wand, he simply raised his hand slightly, and the first volley of arrows was deflected to the ground by an invisible force.
After the first volley of arrows, a second volley suddenly arrived, this time consisting of fifty feathered arrows followed by hundreds of short spears.
The black-robed wizard finally stopped Wandless Magic; he lazily raised his wand, and a golden shield appeared in front of him.
Arrows rained down, spears lashed like knives!
A series of dazzling lights flashed across the shield—a long string of blinding sparks!
The golden shield blocked the relentless, ink-like attacks, its color gradually fading.
Bane stared intently at the unknown wizard, raising his hand and making several hand gestures.
The Centaur were well-coordinated in team battles. Thirty Centaur behind Bane drew their bows again to create momentum, while thirty Centaur on each side rushed out at high speed.
Instead of charging forward to ambush, they circled around and slid out from both flanks, preparing to launch an attack from both sides.
The golden shield finally shattered, and the black-robed wizard chanted a spell, forming a two-meter-diameter blue magical shield around him.
This time, the attack was no longer from one side; arrows rained down from three directions, but they were all violently deflected by the black-robed wizard's magic, which roamed around his body, and instead embedded themselves diagonally into the ground. In an instant, he was surrounded by arrows.
The Centaur ' offensive seemed never to end.
Even if they can't find an opportunity to attack, they will keep firing arrows and repeating this until the enemy's defenses have a slight gap or their magic power is exhausted!
This fighting style has always worked well for ordinary wizards, but who is that black-robed wizard?!
Even if he can only use Quirrell's body, even if he only drank a lot of Unicorn Blood and regained some of his power... the Dark Lord is still the Dark Lord!
Voldemort was at the center of the battle. With a wave of his wand, the Centaur corpses lying on the ground emitted black smoke and turned into Inferi in just a few seconds.
The dense, deathly Inferi charged towards the surrounding Centaur.
Caught off guard, a tall Centaur was struck by a mountain-crashing attack, breaking his neck and sliding backward.
The deathly aura emanating from the Inferi transformed into pythons that coiled around the two Centaur. With a sudden burst of strength, they flung the two riders behind Bane sideways, their hooves dangling in the air!
Voldemort laughed heartily. He walked slowly forward, strolling leisurely, and twirled his wand once more, spewing forth a giant ball of flame.
He spread out his left hand, stuck out his long tongue, and licked the flame. A spherical flame shot into the sky, transforming into a fiery crimson python several meters high.
The fiery crimson serpent, its green forked tongue flicking out, roared, and a fireball shot out like fireworks, exploding in the sky above the Forbidden Forest and heading towards the Centaur.
The fireball fell like a meteorite, striking several Centaur who couldn't dodge in time, killing them instantly and charring their flesh.
Voldemort would never go back on his word if he were to kill half of them!
He had enough fun before Dumbledore arrived.
Yes, this is a ceremony, a ceremony to welcome Dumbledore.
Voldemort was willing to sacrifice Centaur ' lives for this spectacular fireworks display.
Madness? He was mad to begin with, killing at the drop of a hat; that was the Dark Lord's true nature.
As for the host body, Quirrell... he will naturally be severely overdrawn, and after this, he may not be able to last more than a few months.
But Voldemort had found a better alternative, which is why he acted so recklessly.
You useless servant, you might as well die!
The black-robed wizard continued his slaughter. Bane, the Centaur leader, lay on the ground with a wounded foreleg, desperately watching the fireballs shooting from the sky.
Just then, a thunderous sound of hooves rang out!
Firenze charged out from the side, his bow drawn to its fullest extent. He used his short, thick iron spear as an arrow, the bowstring snapping with a loud bang, the flames shattering into Mars.
Bane's pupils contracted sharply as he saw William straddling Firenze!
William gripped the silver horse's mane tightly, waved his wand, and the stones on the ground turned into vines, binding the Centaur that had become Inferi.
Firenze drew his longsword, charged forward, and slashed at the Centaur's head.
William waved his wand, shooting out a beam of red light. A gale swept through the air, and deathly energy was carried into the air.
Immediately afterwards, a burst of silver light erupted.
Expecto Patronum!
Although it did not form a physical Patronus, this power was enough to dispel that deathly aura.
William raised his left hand, and the ring transformed into a magic sword. With a flick of his wrist, the silver sword effortlessly deflected a fireball.
Firenze abruptly stopped in front of Bane, its forelegs raised high. William gripped the mane tightly and laughed, "Bane, we meet again."
Bane hated wizards, but at this moment he looked at William with an extremely complicated expression.
"Young wizard, are you not afraid of death?"
"Of course I'm afraid, but I believe Dumbledore will arrive before I die!"
William gazed at the fiery crimson serpent in the sky, his wand raised high, his entire body surging with magical power.
William's magic power is now only slightly less than that of an adult wizard, but it is enough to support him in performing large-scale spells.
With a wave of his wand, the lake water swirled, and William twisted it with his left hand, swirling up half the lake's water.
The lake water transformed into a water dragon, gently spreading its wings and soaring into the sky, colliding with the fiery crimson python!
(Thanks to "Xu Le and Xigua" for the generous donation (//?//))