Chapter 499 The Golden Talisman

Voldemort's head tilted when the hammer suddenly rose up, and the hammer flew back quickly with a buzzing sound.

Zhang Xiao caught the hammer, and he kept gasping in his heart. After all, he was a master of body transformation. Others would not say anything when they were hit, but Voldemort tilted his head when he was hit.

But the expression on Voldemort's face was extremely wonderful. It was a complex shock, humiliation, confusion, and anger.

Maybe he never thought that he would be hit by a hammer one day.

The furious Voldemort swung his hand and a spell flew over. Zhang Xiao subconsciously raised his arm and a shining round shield blocked it in front of him.

"Bang"

The huge impact force made Zhang Xiao couldn't help but step back a few steps, but it must be said that the church's small round shield is of very good quality. It was originally designed for demon hunters to resist spells. Even if it was a spell of Voldemort's power, it was still as bright as new.

Zhang Xiao shook his numb arms, looked at his shield, then at his hammer, Grindelwald lying on the ground, and the bald villain.

He suddenly felt a little weird. Why does this look so familiar?

Captain America seemed to be in this look when he fought Thanos! !

Voldemort turned around and touched his swollen face:

"How dare you."

He was almost mad. First he was humiliated by Grindelwald, and then this little wizard who looked annoying.

Facing Voldemort, Zhang Xiao felt that the overwhelming sense of oppression was like a tide, and even made people a little breathless.

Zhang Xiao raised the small round shield, looked at the hammer in his hand, and said hesitantly: "II can do this all day?"

Voldemort's expression suddenly froze. He looked at the little wizard in astonishment, and tried desperately to think about the meaning of this sentence with his brain that was no longer smart.

But Zhang Xiao had already rushed over. He had rested for a while and felt that the golden light on his body was jumping.

Isn't it just a hammer-shield combination skill?

I've practiced it!

A few meters away flashed by, and Voldemort felt a flash in front of his eyes. The hammer was already in front of him. He subconsciously used a spell to block it, but the huge force of the hammer still lifted his feet off the ground.

Floating in the air!

Zhang Xiao's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly wanted to follow up with a set of silky small combos. Suddenly, his back felt cold, and a warning sign suddenly appeared. His feet pulled up deep mud on the ground, and then he retreated hard.

Voldemort roared wildly, and it seemed that time had stopped for a moment around him.

Zhang Xiao felt that his body was fixed and could not move at all. The burning flames and the curling green smoke all stopped at this moment.

This stagnation lasted only for a moment, and it was not even noticed, but the power it caused was extremely terrifying. Everything in front of him was silently annihilated.

When everything was settled, Voldemort just floated in the air, with a thick black gas rising from his body.

A trace of cold sweat slid down Zhang Xiao's forehead, because a huge deep pit had appeared between him and Voldemort, and the edge of the deep pit was just a little bit in front of his toes.

Not good, Grindelwald!

He looked at Grindelwald not far away. Fortunately, the old man was not affected either, just a little bit, just a little bit!

Zhang Xiao suddenly put down his shield, unfastened the buckle, and threw it aside. The metal on the surface of the small hammer slowly retreated, revealing the gold bricks and magic wand wrapped inside.

He held the magic wand, and under the gaze of Voldemort floating in the air, he walked in front of Grindelwald, gently used the magic wand to form a stretcher under him, and pushed it back after applying the floating spell.

Grindelwald had fallen into a coma, but he still subconsciously held the old magic wand tightly.

Unexpectedly, no, or it was normal for Voldemort's abnormal brain to do anything.

Voldemort, who was furious and almost crazy before, now stayed in the air with interest, watching the little wizard do everything.

There was no anxiety at all, as if he was watching a wonderful drama.

"What do you want to do? Zhang" Voldemort said softly, his scarlet eyes shining: "Do you want to be a hero? Save everything?

Want to be a so-called savior like Potter?"

Zhang Xiao did not speak, just closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Solution!

At this moment, the fog on the field dissipated, and all the wizards and Death Eaters who were cautiously moving forward, including the Muggles and witchers who were already scattered and suffered heavy casualties, stood up straight in a daze and looked around.

Then, their eyes were cast over here, and Voldemort floating in the air was too conspicuous.

"My Lord?"

"Great!"

The Death Eaters cheered, and the wizards were a little disappointed. The violent collision before was thought to be Dumbledore standing up again.

If it wasn't Dumbledore, then who was it?

Many wizards who were close saw the figure on the stretcher. His body was covered in blood and he was still shaking, as if he was in great pain.

Harry and Neville couldn't help but rush over. Dudley didn't understand why, but he followed him.

"Zhang, what happened?"

"Did you create the fog? Why did it suddenly dissipate?"

"It wasn't you who stopped Voldemort just now?"

"No -" Zhang Xiao shook his head and pointed to the person in the stretcher: "This is Grindelwald. He stopped him. Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick are also here. They were only injured by Voldemort. They should be here now." Treatment in a hole in the ground.

You take him to the cave. He is too seriously injured and may die at any time. Maybe Professor Snape has a way. "

Several young wizards looked at him in shock, and even subconsciously held their breath.

No one expected that so many things would happen in such a short period of time.

"As for the fog." Zhang Xiao turned to look at Voldemort, who was getting anxious, and said in a low voice: "I am not Grindelwald, I can firmly control the battlefield here.

If there was a real fight, I would definitely be running around.

An overly chaotic battlefield is likely to affect other people, so it is better to remove the fog and let everyone see it, and get out of the way of the battlefield. "

"But you -" Neville looked at Zhang Xiao and said anxiously.

"No but, I know what you want to say, Neville—" A smile appeared on Zhang Xiao's face, and he patted Neville on the shoulder:

"I'm not sure - although saying this is a bit bragging, in fact, among all the people present, I am the strongest."

Zhang Xiao remained silent and patted Neville on the shoulder again.

He turned around and walked towards the battlefield.

"Keeping you waiting, Tom!"

Voldemort's face suddenly turned cold, but soon he laughed happily again, and suddenly said:

"Death Eaters—my followers!"

His voice was obviously not loud, but it rang throughout the sky.

All the Death Eaters immediately knelt down and listened to the Dark Lord's words:

"My servants - although I hate to admit it, I still have to say that we made a big mistake, a mistake that seems ridiculous."

The Death Eaters raised their heads and looked at the Dark Lord in confusion.

Voldemort suddenly roared;

"We have been tricked by the lowly Muggles, these lowly, disabled things! They actually want to turn around and suppress us, using their ridiculous gadgets!"

The soldiers listened to his words blankly, and quietly poked the witcher with a gloomy face:

"What are Muggles?"

"you!"

I? Am I a Muggle? The soldiers were stunned for a while, and immediately looked at Voldemort angrily. They had no idea who this weirdo who looked like Egghead was, and how terrifying he was.

The Death Eaters were silent. Recalling their complacency before departure and their panic now, they lowered their heads and admitted what Voldemort said.

"But even so, we successfully completed our goal! Dumbledore————"

Voldemort smiled contemptuously: "The protective umbrella of the Mudblood, the spiritual support of the mixed race, and the amulet of the Muggles have completely fallen here!"

The Death Eaters cheered in unison and laughed loudly, seemingly full of confidence in the future.

The wizards held their wands with ugly expressions, and the scene of Voldemort's sneak attack was still in everyone's memory.

Shameless! mean!

"You are just a shameful villain who sneaks up on you!"

Finally, a wizard couldn't bear it anymore and shouted angrily.

"Oh? Sneak attack?" Voldemort burst out laughing wildly: "Of course, of course, you can also sneak attack me, no, no, no, no, I will stand here and welcome you to use your most powerful spells on me."

No one dared to speak, and Voldemort nodded with satisfaction.

"My servants, your master has just defeated the legendary Grindelwald, the Dark Lord who made the entire wizarding world fearful."

He stretched out his finger and pointed at the little wizard who was running hard with the stretcher.

"Now our Mr. Grindelwald is lying on a stretcher covered in blood, running away with his pitiful life that I spared."

The Death Eaters looked in the direction he pointed, and sure enough they saw a man covered in blood lying on a stretcher floating in the air, running away frantically.

This time they could no longer hold back and let out a huge cheer. They shouted wildly, as if taking over the world was close before their eyes.

The wizards stood there blankly, Grindelwald? Many people were desperately trying to recall the name, and some were looking at the bloody man on the stretcher in despair.

Even Grindelwald was defeated? This is someone as famous as Dumbledore.

Voldemort waved his hand with a smile, and the scene immediately became quiet again.

This time he pointed at Zhang Xiao, who looked calm:

"Many people in the wizarding world are rumored that this fourth-year wizard is the future of the wizarding world and the next Dumbledore.

There are even some idiots who think that this boy can actually rival the great Lord Voldemort. I will show you how stupid it is to think that this boy is very strong."

Voldemort said: "Now I will kill him to prove my power, right here and now, in front of you!

There was no Dumbledore to protect him, no reporters bragging.

I'll give him a chance to fight me so you won't have any doubts about who is stronger! "

After saying this, he suddenly lowered his head and said in a gentler tone: "Wait a moment, Nagini. Soon, soon I will let you taste fresh flesh and blood."

The entire dark wizards were agitated. They knew Zhang Xiao and how powerful the family behind this little wizard was. They were extremely angry, but they didn't dare to retaliate.

But now, without his family, there was no Dumbledore!

Their expressions were distorted, and they roared in various ways, waving their fists, shouting at Voldemort to give him some color.

Some of them even shouted out loud, such as asking him to kneel down and kiss Voldemort's toes, begging for forgiveness, and asking him to loudly accuse Dumbledore, saying that he earned Dumbledore's love by selling dicks. These mentally abnormal dark wizards were panting excitedly, their nostrils flaring, as if they saw a scene that was enough to make them scream.

The faces of those wizards were extremely complicated, and some of them almost couldn't help but shout out to the little wizard to run away.

He was only in the fourth grade! Even if he was favored by everyone, so what? No one would think that a little wizard in the fourth grade could resist Voldemort.

Amidst the noise, Zhang Xiao slowly reached into his bag, holding a golden talisman between his fingers, and slowly pulled it out.

He looked at Voldemort seriously:

"What you just said, that you would stand there without moving and let us attack you, is that true?"

Voldemort lowered his head with a playful smile on his face:

"Of course! The great Voldemort did what he said, and everyone present will witness it!"

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Try to create an environment for Zhang Xiao to fight Voldemort, and I am scratching my head.