"Voldemort! I f*ck your ancestors!"
Kyle cursed foully as he tossed two spherical objects toward Voldemort.
Even Voldemort didn't dare take the random junk Kyle threw lightly. God knows what this brat from the Dumbledore family had cooked up? The exploding paper tags from last time had given him a huge surprise.
Two streaks of electricity flashed through the air, instantly hitting the two spheres Kyle had thrown.
With two soft pops, a large puddle of excrement-yellow liquid splattered out, dyeing the surrounding corridor walls the same color.
A stench intense enough to rival canned surströmming stuffed inside Quirrell's turban—which hadn't been washed in years—and left to ferment for a full eighty-one days, instantly filled the corridor.
"F*ck! Dungbombs!" The usually gentle and refined Cedric actually swore.
There was no other reason; it simply stank too much.
He immediately cast a Bubble-Head Charm on himself.
What made Cedric's balls ache was that the Dungbombs produced by those alchemy geniuses, the Weasley twins, weren't something a simple Bubble-Head Charm could completely block out.
Kyle really had no other options. Only biological weapons of this magnitude could have any effect on Voldemort.
From their clash in the Forbidden Forest last time, Kyle knew just how tricky the magical world's power ceiling could be.
Although Voldemort was currently just a remnant soul with less than one percent of his true power, even in this state, given Voldemort's magical mastery, he could easily counter the vast majority of spells Kyle had mastered.
Against an opponent with 99% magic resistance, what else could you do?
Use Taijutsu?
Not long ago in the Forbidden Forest, Voldemort had used a technique similar to Armament Haki hardening to tank the "Lightning Release: Lariat" that Kyle and George had performed together.
Without the Third Raikage's "Hell Stab" or the piercing power of the "One-Finger Nukite," Kyle didn't think he could stab Voldemort to death.
So, he could only resort to unconventional means.
The effect of the Dungbombs was remarkably significant.
Even if Voldemort was the Dark Lord who made countless wizards tremble in fear, as long as his olfactory system still fell within the category of primates, he couldn't avoid being sickened by the incredibly foul Dungbombs.
And that was indeed the case. Upon smelling that stench, Voldemort almost passed out from the fumes.
The casting motion of his hand inevitably paused for a moment.
Back in the Forbidden Forest, Kyle and the others had relied on the bizarre nature of various unconventional magics to fight a battle of information asymmetry, allowing them to stall until Dumbledore arrived to support them.
But now, if Kyle guessed correctly, Dumbledore was likely under a Disillusionment Charm, accompanying his Savior classmate, Harry, to play adventure games in the restricted area on the fourth floor.
The only ones he could rely on were the professors in the castle.
But since Voldemort dared to make his move inside the castle, who could say if he didn't have methods to stall the professors?
"Go, let's find Hagrid."
This was the only top-tier combat power currently reliable in Hogwarts. Kyle made a prompt decision to drag Hannah and Cedric along and run.
As for the little badgers in the Hufflepuff common room behind Voldemort—whether they lived or died was something Kyle couldn't help with.
He was about to be done for himself; why worry so much about others?
Seeing Kyle trying to run, Voldemort cast a Bubble-Head Charm on himself, then pointed his wand from afar. Countless pitch-black vines instantly burst out from the walls.
Wood Release?
Wood Release alone wasn't enough to make Kyle feel despair.
What truly made him despair was that the vines bursting from the walls were covered in what had just been plastered all over those walls...
Dungbomb liquid.
He would rather die than be entangled by vines covered in excrement-yellow liquid.
"Fire Release: Great Fire Annihilation!" A sea of flames spewed from Kyle's mouth, instantly filling the space of the entire corridor.
"Wind Relea..."
Kyle had intended to follow up with a Wind Release to enhance the fire's power, but Wind Release Ninjutsu spit from the mouth generally had a prerequisite:
One had to inhale enough air.
Cedric, having already broken under the stench, frantically threw most of the Dungbombs he was carrying into the sea of fire.
It must be known that the materials for Dungbombs were very cheap, and the production process was very easy.
They could easily whip up hundreds of these things.
Among the four of them, whose ninja tool pouch wasn't stuffed with a hundred or so Dungbombs?
And according to Muggle physics, rising temperatures accelerate molecular thermal motion, causing the stench to spread faster.
If he took a deep breath of this "fresh" hot air now, Kyle felt he would die of the stink before Voldemort even laid a hand on him.
"Stop throwing them! Do you want to destroy the kitchens?!" Kyle hurriedly stopped Cedric's frantic behavior.
Running away was the priority.
The three rushed out of the castle gates, sprinting wildly toward Hagrid's hut in the distance.
A wisp of black smoke closely followed them out of the castle gates.
Watching the gradually approaching Voldemort, Kyle pulled out his wand while running and cast a spell...
Sonorus.
"HAGRID! HELP!"
Kyle's shout, full of vitality, resonated through the skies above Hogwarts.
"Hagrid? That big oaf? You think he can save you?" Voldemort's mocking voice came from behind.
Kyle didn't want to talk to him and threw a few more Dungbombs his way.
Seeing Kyle disregarding international conventions and using biological weapons again, Voldemort's expression turned grim. The black mist he had transformed into swerved in the air, dodging the Dungbomb attack.
Ping! Pong!
The Dungbombs in the air suddenly collided, instantly changing their trajectory. They intercepted Voldemort's path, surrounding him from the front, left, and right.
Seeing the familiar burning paper attached to the Dungbombs, a sense of foreboding rose in Voldemort's heart.
"Eat sh*t, Voldemort!"
Kyle's incredibly arrogant voice came from ahead, and the exploding tags attached to the Dungbombs detonated with a boom.
A flustered and exasperated Voldemort charged out from behind the curtain of Dungbomb liquid.
He wiped his face in humiliation and rage, nearly fainting from the fumes.
"KYLE! DUMBLEDORE!" Voldemort roared, spectral green flames erupting around him like a demon of fire.
Paired with the hellish stench on his body, he truly looked even more like a demon.
"Quit your damn screaming!" Kyle violently threw another Dungbomb straight at Voldemort's wide-open mouth.
Voldemort instantly shut his mouth.
Clearly, our Dark Lord had never experienced such trash-talking during combat.
If anger could materialize, Kyle would be able to see the raging flames of fury burning atop Voldemort's head right now.
In the reflection of the sickly green flames, Voldemort's face—which was already green—looked even greener.
Because of this moment of delay, he sensed a powerful burst of magic erupting from the distant hut.
Even if that magic power was far from Voldemort's peak, it wasn't something the current Voldemort could contend with.
The wall of the hut exploded outward, and a massive green shadow burst through.
"Dynamic Entry!"
Hearing this familiar, gruff voice, Kyle, Hannah, and Cedric all breathed a sigh of relief.
Before Voldemort could react, a foot the size of a washbasin was imprinted onto his face.
What the hell is this speed?
The kick, piercing through the air like lightning, instantly made Voldemort lose all sensation in his face.
His body whistled as it flew out of the sea of spectral green fire, flying parallel to the ground for dozens of meters, snapping a tree as thick as a barrel in half like a meteor.
Only then did the hurricane generated by Hagrid's high-speed movement arrive, scattering the curtain of green fire.
Although it wasn't the first time, Hagrid was still amazed by the speed and strength he had unleashed.
"Get him, Hagrid!" Cedric roared with excitement. "Kick his ass hard!"
"Now is the perfect time to burn with youth!" Kyle shouted loudly from the side.
The petite Hannah didn't disregard her image completely like the two boys beside her, but she was also excitedly cheering for Hagrid.
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