"This must be Dumbledore's trap!" Voldemort's remaining soul roared in anger, his visage twisting in the rolling black fog, appearing and disappearing.
With fear.
He simply couldn't believe that Hogwarts' little wizards had evolved into such a terrifying situation; the only reasonable explanation was that he had once again fallen into a trap set by Dumbledore.
"Who on earth are you!"
Voldemort's remaining soul was convinced that Ian had to be some old geezer who drank the Polyjuice Potion; when faced with magical attacks, he could only use other lives around him as shields against Ian's magic.
The air after the rain was filled with the fresh scent of earth and grass, the unique fragrance of the ground after rain. Occasionally, one or two drenched little animals would poke their heads out of the grass, curiously observing this world washed clean by rain, a scene meant to be full of vitality.
Yet, the presence of Voldemort's remaining soul under the shadows of the big tree ruined everything, as he quickly swept past, using these little animals as shields to intercept Ian's magic.
Poor Tree-Protecting Leprechaun, Rainbow Deer, and even a Giant just emerging from its cave all fell victim to the Imperio Curse, standing in place, saluting.
Of course, compared to those plants in the path of Voldemort's remaining soul, at least these fantastic beasts managed to escape death, unlike the withered and decaying plants that suffered demise.
It wasn't that Voldemort's remaining soul was absorbing the life force of plants as he moved; he didn't possess such strong magic power at the moment. It was simply that his soul was tainted with an extraordinarily strong Dark Arts aura; the rolling black mist was so corrosive that any plant or animal touched by it would be corroded.
"I can share the forbidden knowledge with you, the secrets of immortality! Everything can be ours! Your strength is worthy of this honor and future!" Voldemort's remaining soul was also a sly silver coin, trying to lure with words while attempting to attack Ian with his black mist.
The black mist, like exhaust during Voldemort's flight, transformed into dark tentacles behind him, waving menacingly as they swept toward Ian, who was riding a flying broom.
"I'm your fellow townsman! I just want to light a fire and catch up!" Ian said honestly, as he summoned a Fiery Fire, directly burning away the inexplicably insane black mist tentacles.
Voldemort's remaining soul saw the blue fire emerging behind him, more terrified than when he saw the Killing Curse, and his frantic escape speed increased further under a strong will to survive.
However, Ian's speed was also fast enough, and the distance between them was closing. As the pursuit deepened, the creatures in the Forbidden Forest were also disturbed by the sudden turmoil.
Birds took off from the treetops in fright, their wings flapping in the humid air, sending out waves of alarmed cries; groups of small animals scurried through the forest, attempting to escape the path of the black mist.
"I feel a dark soul approaching..." A centaur, busy cutting his prey while hunting, reacted a moment too late and was directly penetrated by Voldemort's remaining soul.
The once healthy skin turned into a decayed hue in an instant, the centaur collapsed with a thud, and his clan members screamed in a mix of shock and anger, attempting to vent their fury on Ian behind them.
"Kill these damn humans! They killed our clansman!" Several centaurs drew their bows and arrows, aiming for Ian and unleashing a volley.
This was clearly aimed to take his life.
"Stupid beasts!" Ian's magic wand unleashed whistling flames, and the flames of the Flame Conquest roared, consuming everything and destroying the obstacles and incoming arrows alike. He chose not to kill the group of centaurs but withdrew the magic power supply for the flames as they approached the centaurs.
The flames, raging like waves throughout the forest, dissipated instantly; however, the residual heat wave still made the stunned centaurs emit sharp cries as if they had been frightened senseless.
"He attacked us!"
"This damned human brat wizard!"
"How dare he! How dare he!"
The centaurs, having just barely survived, showed no fear but instead hurled even more frenzied curses—clearly, Voldemort, who killed their kind, was the one fleeing.
"I regret sparing you." Ian, ungrudgingly dealing with this group of beasts, directly used the Transformation Spell while they were still in shock to bind their bodies together.
Such magic succeeded thanks to the Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts class sharing the centaurs' body structure. Thus, a new species might have been born.
Twisted and terrifying.
Like a mass of flesh and blood merged into a monster, due to Ian's lack of skill, these fused centaurs had completely lost their wisdom.
Their minds mixed together in utter chaos.
"Vera Verto!"
Ian did not bother with the double-standard, blind beasts anymore; his eyes were fixed only on Voldemort ahead. If he let him escape, he would lose the chance to enhance his magic power.
As the little wizard's Transformation Technique was performed, Voldemort's remaining soul felt the black mist around him being affected, as if it was about to transform into sharp teeth to harm his soul.
"What kind of magic is this!?"
Voldemort's remaining soul reached a blind spot of his knowledge, and he could only abandon the black mist influenced by Ian's magic, detonating them as they were about to lose control.