As Medea stepped out of her footing from behind the reef, the members of the Witchcraft who were flying in the sky landed one after another, disembarking from Thestrals and Broomsticks.

Scott saw a lot of familiar faces in it.

Including Milton's father, Mr. Grevis, Caitlin Rolle's father, and William Brown, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

At the front of the crowd, Medea maintained a relaxed posture despite showing off her wand made of her own bones.

And Voldemort on the other side was not in a hurry to attack.

He held his wand in one hand, and the five slender fingers of the other flicked through the air.

The silver shield that had been floating in front of him moved behind him.

"Medea Slytherin." Saying the name in his mouth, Voldemort suddenly laughed, "I really didn't expect that I would be able to see you, worthy of my ancestors, who flew through death like me." ”

Medea raised her chin when she heard this, and her expression was haughty.

"You didn't have that attitude the last time we met, Tom." She said in a playful tone.

When Voldemort heard this, the expression on his face remained unchanged, "Yes, I suffered an unprecedented defeat in the past few years, and I could only wander around like a lonely ghost, and I was even chased and killed by you, so I could only flee weakly. ”

He doesn't seem to shy away from his downfall, and he also shows a very generous look.

Such a performance surprised Medea a little.

"But it's nothing." Voldemort kept squinting his eyes and gently stroking his wand with his fingers, "I never doubted that I could make a comeback, nor did I doubt my strength. ”

He pointed his wand at Medea.

"I know what you're coming to me for, Medea."

He opened his scarlet eyes.

"So I'm going to kill you here. Even though you are the daughter of Slytherin and my ancestor, one wizard who can transcend death and stand at the top of the wizarding world is enough. ”

"Very well, Tom, you've impressed me." Medea smiled lightly, "Before that, I thought you would shout and rush directly to me for revenge." ”

Voldemort shook his head, "No, I've been attached to hatred since a long time ago, that's pointless. All I wanted to do was stand at the top of the wizarding world and promote my philosophy. ”

The soft black robe he wore stirred in the wind.

"If I kill someone in the process, it's just because they're unlucky, and it just happens to be an obstacle for me."

Listening to Voldemort's words, Scott, who was watching this scene in the mirror, raised his eyebrows.

Voldemort seemed to be different from what he remembered, he was not crazy enough, but his sanity was somewhat unexpected.

It's just that......

I don't know if his words came from sincerity or disguise.

"I'm actually starting to appreciate you a little, Tom, if it weren't for the disagreement, if it wasn't for the ......" Medea licked her red lips and hid the second half of her sentence.

"I'll kill you." Voldemort said in a flat tone, "It has nothing to do with your attitude towards me, and it has nothing to do with the blood relationship between you and me. ”

Medea nodded, raising a hand and waving it at the person behind her.

"Stay away, lest you be swept up by the battle between me and Tom later."

Voldemort waved his hand as well.

So the Witch Guild and the Death Eaters went into action, each finding their own wounded men and dead bodies, and then silently retreated, leaving the venue to their respective leaders.

"Did Medea have anything to rely on?" Rimbaud asked Scott, "I remember you said that she was weaker than Voldemort. ”

Scott stared at the picture in the mirror seriously while shaking his head slightly, "I don't know, but her strength is really not as good as Voldemort's, I can be sure of that." ”

Even though he is not at the scene at the moment, and there is still a [magic mirror], Scott can vaguely feel the sense of crisis brought to him by Medea and Voldemort through the picture.

If the competition is hard power, Medea is undoubtedly slightly inferior.

It's just that no one can underestimate her, not even Voldemort, because at this moment, he is probably the same as Scott, he doesn't know what kind of hole cards Medea is hiding, and can only wait for her to reveal it in the battle.

Scott looked expectantly at the picture in the mirror, and waited with some excitement for the battle between the two to break out.

At this point, the Witchcraft and the Death Eaters had retreated far enough, while Medea and Voldemort remained unmoved.

They also stopped talking, as if waiting for something, and seemed to be secretly engaged in an invisible contest.

In the end, it was Voldemort who made the first move.

"Avada suo!"

The green light lit up again, and Voldemort raised his hand with a requirping spell.

Faced with the death curse, Medea did not use the spell to duel, but raised her hand to throw a sparkling gem.

The gem touched the light of the Death Curse, turning into powder and forming an invisible shield that blocked the Death Curse.

At the same time, Medea also responded to Voldemort with a requisition charm.

"Avada suo!"

The green light shone on Voldemort's slippery face, and his whole body suddenly turned into a cloud of black mist and rolled away, avoiding the spell.

The black mist drifted through the air from the ground, and Voldemort reappeared, waving his wand condescendingly.

Vast expanses of scorching flames rose up, and these flames, with an evil red, turned into a giant python and swooped down.

Voldemort, whose body fell, once again turned into black mist and drifted away.

The flame python opened its mouth and roared, as if to swallow Medea in one gulp.

Medea retreated quickly.

Obviously the ground was not flat, and she was wearing high heels under her skirt, but she seemed to be sliding on the ice, and in the blink of an eye, she slipped out of the attack range of the giant python.

The flame python collided violently with the ground, almost turning into a sea of fire.

These red flames also burned the rocks on the ground red, and for a while, the scene seemed like hell in people's minds.

Medea had just stood still, when Voldemort, who had turned into a black mist, suddenly landed behind her.

"Be careful!"

There will be a loud reminder from the whole witch club.

But Voldemort had already waved his wand in quick succession again.

As the green light of the Requisition Spell struck Medea's back, the sea of fire in front of her scurried again, turning into several fiery snakes, twisting their bodies and crawling at great speed.

In the midst of the crisis, Medea raised her hand and ripped off the necklace that hung around her neck.

White light radiated between her fingers, turning into translucent balls that enveloped her.

Almost at the same time, the red fiery serpent and the green requisition spell collided with the translucent orb.

"Ah......h

A terrible howl rang out.

The translucent orb quickly deformed, transforming into the soul of a troll with a pained face, dissipating with the green light.

Medea turned, sliding quickly across the ground again, avoiding the Serpent's pursuit while waving her hand to launch a counterattack against Voldemort.

Scott stared motionlessly at the battle scene in the mirror.

Perhaps because they haven't gone all out yet, Medea and Voldemort's action is not fast-paced, and the scene looks evenly matched.

Although Medea's hard power is a little worse, she has offset this gap in strength with an endless stream of magic items.

At least for now.

Especially the necklace she held in her hand, which seemed to imprison the souls of many magical creatures, and Medea could turn these poor souls into defensive power.

He can even sacrifice a soul to defend against the dangerous Curse of Death.

Of course, in terms of offense, Medea is also a little worse than the Falling Ground Demon.

Since the silver shield summoned by Voldemort could withstand most spell attacks, Medea simply chose to attack with the Requisition Charm after trying some tricks.

Under her threat, Voldemort gradually gave up on other means.

That is, over time, their means of fighting have become more and more monotonous.

Voldemort turned into black mist from time to time, and Medea slid around as if she were wearing skates, and in addition to that, both of them were constantly using the Death Requisition Charm, intending to kill them with a single blow.

Such a battle made Rimbaud can't help but complain, "Now it's become two people throwing green lights at each other." ”

Scott didn't expect the battle between the two to turn out like this.

"It seems that no one can help anyone for the time being."

That being said, Scott is well aware that although the battle scene between the two is not visually vast, and even a little monotonous, it is thrilling.

These two people are dancing on the tip of a knife, and they can die violently at any moment.

Moreover, the repeated use of the Requisition Spell is very terrifying to the consumption of mana, physical strength, and mental strength, and Scott does not think that these two can hold on for a long time.

Scott had been staring at the mirror all the time, but it wasn't long before he couldn't take it that seriously.

He even stood up and moved his body, pulling out his pocket watch and looking at the time.

An hour had passed, and the battle between Voldemort and Medea was still not over.

Scott sat back in his chair.

Rimbaud said, "Medea and Voldemort's men can't wait, they're all on the move. ”

Suddenly, his eyes froze.

Medea's hand holding the wand suddenly emitted a blinding red glow.

"This ......," he suddenly had a flash of inspiration, "it's a one-time magic stone!" ”

"Avada suo!"

Medea's wand made a qualitative leap in the curse this time, and the green lightning was thicker and faster than any before, reaching Voldemort's eyes with lightning speed.

Voldemort blocked it with his silver shield for a moment, then turned into a black mist again to dodge.

The silver shield instantly turned to pieces, and the green lightning suddenly began to extend and turn, chasing after the black mist of Voldemort's incarnation.

The black mist accelerated with all its might, up and down in the air, flying at extreme speed.

The green lightning seemed to have no end, and it was close behind him, pulling out a complex line of twists and turns, and soon occupied a large area of space.

Faced with such a situation, Black Mist flew directly towards the place where the members of the Witch Society were without hesitation.

"Quick!"

"Get out of the way!"

"Get out of the way!"

The members of the Witch Society were frightened and fled in all directions.

But the black mist of Voldemort's incarnation was too fast, and in the blink of an eye, it was already close to the crowd.

The green lightning chased after it, and at this time, under the urging of the power of the Philosopher's Stone, this life-requiring spell was far beyond the attack range of the normal spell.

Scott took advantage of the situation to change the perspective of surveillance.

He could clearly see that the man closest to Scott raised his wand and fought back, trying to force him away.

Scott blinked, and saw that the man was Caitlin Rolle's father.

With a wave of his wand, a fire ignited in front of him.

Faced with the fierce fire in front of him, and the death curse on his back, Voldemort instantly appeared, shaking his wand before the green lightning struck him in the back.

Voldemort took a step forward, and at the same time, Mr. Rohr's somewhat fat body involuntarily flew up and landed behind Voldemort, colliding with the green lightning.

He's dead.

"What kind of luck is the Rohr family?" Rimbaud said, "The old wizard who was killed by Voldemort at the beginning was also Rohr, and I heard Voldemort call him that. ”

Scott nodded, "Azkaban was originally converted into a prison by a Minister of Magic surnamed Rohr. ”

At this time, the real-time picture presented in the mirror suddenly changed.

What everyone didn't expect, including Voldemort, was that the green lightning did not dissipate after killing Mr. Rohr, but continued to chase Voldemort with perseverance.

Voldemort turned into a black mist once more, targeting the rest of the Witchcraft as a substitute.

In the face of Voldemort, these wizards had little to resist.

At the cost of the lives of three members of the Witchcraft, Voldemort, who briefly blocked the green lightning, extended his claws to Mr. Grevis.

Mr. Grevy, who was easily suppressed by Voldemort, was dead in the green light.

But the green lightning dissipated abruptly before it could reach his body.

Switching perspectives, Scott just saw that the red light in Medea's hand had been extinguished, and she casually spilled some shiny powder.

It seems that this lady is not unbearable to kill Mr. Grevis, but that the power of the one-time Philosopher's Stone has been consumed.

Scott switches perspectives again.

Mr. Graves seemed to be frightened stupid just now, and only then did he show a happy expression for the rest of his life.

But he seems to have forgotten that Voldemort is still by his side.

In other words, this gentleman's life is still hanging by a thread.

Fortunately, Voldemort didn't have time to care about these little minions, and he turned into a black mist dragon again, almost merging with the night.

"Avada suo!"

He quickly returned it.

Above Medea's head, green light fell from the sky.

She didn't hide, and the hand holding the necklace glowed white again.

But the light flickered and went out like a light bulb that had been miscontacted, and Medea failed to defend herself, bathing her body in green light.

"Huh?"

Scott's eyes widened in disbelief.

He slid his finger over the mirror, magnifying the picture in the glass.

Medea, bathed in green light, had gradually stiffened.

Scott took a closer look and saw that her skin was reflective, just like her hard, smooth ceramic body when they first met.

The green light went out, and Medea's body fell to the rocks on the ground with a crisp crashing sound.

Then, her body shattered inch by inch like a fragile piece of porcelain.

A gust of wind blew away the empty dresses, leaving porcelain shards all over the floor.

Voldemort appeared on the ground, glancing at the porcelain tiles, his face ugly.

"Medea, are you hiding again, or have you fled?" He opened his mouth and shouted, "Don't forget, your followers are still here!" ”