"Didn't your teacher teach you the Transformation Technique when you were in school?" Ian was in a furious chase, turning the entire Forbidden Forest into chaos and confusion.
"Oh right, and Accio... Tom Riddle, come!"
Ian remembered a lesson taught by his headmaster, if the Accio spell could indeed be applied to creatures, naturally it should also work on souls.
And sure enough.
Voldemort's leftover soul immediately felt a backward pull, slowing it down drastically.
He ran.
He chased.
He was mostly like a bird with clipped wings.
"Don't force me!"
Voldemort's remnant soul let out a terrifying screech, unable to comprehend. Glancing back at the little wizard closing in, the eager expression on the young wizard's face provoked his ferocity.
For so many years.
Countless wizards didn't dare to mention his name; so many lived under his shadow of terror. In all his life, the only one who had ever humiliated him was Dumbledore.
No!
The humiliation from Dumbledore wasn't even this great!
"Go to hell! Be dragged into hell!"
The more Voldemort thought about it, the angrier he became, until he was completely enraged. Then the black mist surrounding him began to change, as if determined to make his pursuer pay the price!
Just like a provoked dog bites in fury, the Black Demon King, when pushed to his limit, revealed his power—he indeed was different from most souls, existing in a subtle state between life and death, allowing him to perform magic that other souls couldn't.
However, this essentially was a desperate move, as the magic would drain his limited life force, but the feeling of humiliation had already made Voldemort's remnant soul furious.
"Night Soul Summoning Death!"
Only to see.
The black mist accumulated by the remnant soul of Voldemort over countless years suddenly began to frantically emanate an indescribable evil and horror, even the sunlight filtering through the tree canopy of the Forbidden Forest seemed completely blocked at this moment, the surging power roiling and boiling like black ink in mid-air.
Black mists rolled.
Like a storm.
The light instantly dimmed.
Every wisp of the black mist twisted madly, like innumerable dark snakes intertwining and coiling around each other. Then, abruptly, the black mist exploded, transforming into countless pitch-black undead. The silhouettes of numerous undead emerged within the black mist, and each ghastly visage unleashed roars and snarls.
Some retained their human forms from life, faces twisted, eyes empty, bodies wrapped in invisible chains, emitting a stifling aura of despair. Others transformed into various ferocious beasts, forms grotesque, claws sharp, saliva dripping thickly from their mouths, eyes glinting with bloodlust.
It was as if voices from hell resonated throughout every corner of the Forbidden Forest, instilling fear and causing souls to tremble, even the Fantastic Beasts a great distance away were trembling and cowering to the ground.
Countless undead surged towards Ian like a tidal wave, a formidable and fearsome momentum, their pus-filled arms stretching out as if to swallow Ian whole into the black mist.
"I knew you had a trump card!"
Ian's expression remained unchanged, raising his magic wand high, a terrifying Fiery Fire began to burgeon wildly. In the blink of an eye, a small flicker of flame morphed into a sea of fire.
As the Fiery Fire spread, the entire Forbidden Forest seemed to ignite. Trees, rocks, and streams hidden in the darkness were revealed under the light of the flames.
"Boom!"
This was the clash between Fiery Fire and the black mist undead.
As the flames intertwined with the black mist, the surrounding trees began to burn fiercely, their twisted forms reflecting the struggle. The massive trunks crackled in the flames, leaves turning to ash and scattering with the wind. Black smoke and fire intermingled, forming an apocalyptic scene.
Large swaths of the forest transformed into nothingness.
Countless creatures turned to ash in the calamity.
The slender figure of the little wizard flickered in and out amidst the fire and black mist, like a fragile boat rocking amidst the waves, yet standing firm, unable to be toppled.
"If you seek death, I shall grant it!"
Amid the attacking black mist.
There was still a trace of Voldemort's noseless face. He commanded the myriad spirits wrapped in black mist, wishing to completely engulf Ian's Fiery Fire, his voice filled with spite echoed all around.
"Noisy."
The little wizard simply whispered softly.
The magic wand in his hand continued to channel an uninterrupted flow of magic power.
"I always believed you were far ahead of me on the path of magic, yet, even when provoked, you display strength only like this?"
"This truly makes me... somewhat disappointed."
Ian's gaze was as calm as the surface of a tranquil lake.
He shook his magic wand again.
The next moment.
Blue flames began to rampantly surge, suddenly expanding and engulfing all the surrounding black mist, the countless undead shrieking and wailing as they were consumed. Their bodies rapidly shriveled within the flames, ultimately becoming fuel to strengthen the fierce fire, the blue flames proliferating in a wild, unchecked manner.
"Your magic power! How is it! How is it possible..." Voldemort's face within the black mist turned ghastly once more, feeling the surge of unimaginable magic power.