I Have a Big Problem with My Hogwarts

Voldemort's face was dark, and he was a little confused about what Lynn said.

"What do you mean?"

"What do you care about me?" Lin En waved his hand, he glanced at the wizards who surrounded him, and said with narrowed eyes.

"If you want to do it, do it quickly. If you take me back and pour Veritaserum into my mouth, maybe I will really tell the truth."

Seeing him like this, Voldemort could no longer maintain the calmness in his eyes.

Since he regained consciousness these days, he has been receiving all kinds of bad news.

Although his main body soul did not die completely, it disappeared inexplicably.

Whether it's the Death Eaters who are loyal to him, or those who put interests first, those who die will die, and those who are caught will be caught.

The power he had worked so hard to cultivate for more than ten years was almost completely disintegrated.

Although a cooperation has been reached with the Mold Country Magic Association, the other party's contemptuous attitude towards him has not put him, who has become a loner, in a truly equal position.

Until now, Voldemort finally couldn't restrain his anger, and gave orders to the wizards on the island.

"catch him!"

Hearing Voldemort's order, the wizards of the Mold Country Magic Congress did not move at all.

But after the other leader, the Mold Country Wizard, nodded and re-ordered, hundreds of wizards on the island began to wave their wands at Lynn.

"Dizzy."

"Total petrochemical."

Countless spells shining with dazzling light shot out towards Lin En.

Lynn hasn't even pulled out his wand until now, at the moment when those wizards cast their spells.

[Scepter] suddenly emerged from his body, swimming around him like a swimming snake.

Then a towering iron wall surrounded Lin En and suddenly rose in the middle, protecting him firmly in it.

The more he mastered the [Scepter], the more Lin En could realize the true magical effect of Transfiguration.

Compared with the directness and violence of black magic, although Transfiguration does not have such a strong visual impact and direct effect, it is definitely a kind of magic with an infinitely high upper limit.

Buttons can turn into beetles, turning dead things into living things.

Rats can turn into snuffboxes, representing living things turning dead.

Compared with the former two, the conversion between dead things and dead things does not have the power to give and rob life.

But in the hands of a profound transformation master, the use of transformation can be completely similar to creating something out of thin air.

Even if the ground is full of dust, they can use it to create whatever they want.

And the scepter left by the four founders of Hogwarts has extremely strong adaptability in transfiguration.

Lin Enqi's own transfiguration attainments hadn't reached the pinnacle of perfection.

But relying on the scepter, he can be as good as any master of transformation in the entire magic world.

The iron arm that the scepter turned into was like a fortress, generally protecting him firmly in it, but the spells of those wizards couldn't pass through the obstacles, and there was no way to affect it at all.

"Apparate! Get in! Go straight in and grab him!"

Voldemort ordered in a grim voice.

His thinking changed quickly, and he immediately figured out a way to crack Lynn's protection.

The wizards of the Magic Congress in the Moldy Country soon adopted his method.

Dozens of wizards used apparition to move to the position where Lynn had just stood.

However, Lynn certainly expected this result long ago.

At the moment countless wizards apparated around him, he waved his wand in his hand and shouted the incantation of the Unforgivable Curse towards the ground.

"Avada Kedavra (triple boost)!"

When the dozen or so American wizards broke into his fortress and hadn't stood still, the dark green brilliance exploded in the enclosed space.

The green streamer spread rapidly around like flowing water, and the wizard who had just appeared was ruthlessly deprived of his soul like a wheat harvester, and his body fell powerlessly to the ground.

Outside, his dark magic diffusion skills don't cover the entire island.

Even if it is forcibly covered, the triple increase in black magic still has no effect on these wizards.

But in the fortress formed by the scepter, the space is not too small, but it is enough to maximize the power of Lynn's black magic.

Let the wizards outside have no way to affect him with a spell, but if the wizard uses Apparation to teleport in, he will definitely die.

After only a few dozen wizards were teleported in at once, nothing was heard from inside.

The leader who is really in charge of managing hundreds of American wizards here has noticed that something is wrong.

Only now did he recall Lynn's information.

That unique magic diffusion technique made him feel like a fish in water in the narrow space in the fortress.

So he stopped it immediately, and the next group of American wizards who wanted to teleport in ordered them to stand still.

Seeing them stop, Voldemort couldn't hold back.

"He is only one person, and he is still a boy who has not even reached adulthood! You have hundreds of elite wizards here, why don't you continue to attack? So many people can kill him even if they are hard."

The commander looked at him coldly. The disdain in his eyes was undisguised.

"The life of a wizard in the bad country is very precious. We want to catch him, but our people must not cause mass casualties. These elites have to protect their own country. If you have any ideas, Mr. Voldemort, compared to the powerful You must be able to do it more easily than my subordinates."

Voldemort was suffocated by his attitude, but there was nothing he could do.

The cooperation he has reached with the Magical Congress of America is not equal at all.

Even if he is extremely powerful, his personal notoriety alone can stop the crying of children in the entire British wizarding world.

But it is impossible to rely on one person to fight against the entire magic government, not to mention the Magic Congress of the United Kingdom, a magic government that is much stronger than the British Ministry of Magic.

Even if he harmed the British wizarding world at his peak, he did not rely solely on himself, but gathered a large number of believers with the concept of pure blood to create such a big momentum.

And now his true identity is not the Dark Lord in his heyday, but just a remnant of Voldemort's Horcrux.

So he didn't have the capital at all to order the wizards of the mold country to do anything for him.

"Then what are you going to do next?"

Voldemort suppressed his anger, and looked coldly at the commander of the wizard of the bad country.

The commander stared at the steel fortress that Lynn created with the scepter, and said calmly.

"We can't get in now, but he shouldn't even try to run away. The anti-apparition magic on this island is the most advanced in the entire magic world. Just blocking him here will kill him."