"What I mean is..."
Mr. Weasley was somewhat anxious, he had even pulled out his wand, but when he turned and looked at Lupin and Sirius who had come with him, he blinked in bewilderment — these two didn't seem worried at all, they were even discussing what to eat for breakfast in the morning, and Sirius even yawned, intending to leave directly.
"Aren't you even a little worried?!"
Mr. Weasley widened his eyes, staring incredulously at Lupin, "You're a professor at the school!" He didn't finish his sentence, but the latter half was obvious; if even Lupin didn't care about the students' safety, how could parents dare to entrust their children to the school?!
"...Arthur, has no one ever told you?" Lupin sighed.
"Told me what?" Mr. Weasley was stunned.
"A fair wizard duel, I can't beat William, Sirius can't either, not even Snape can beat him—" Lupin sighed, admitting that someone was better than him was actually a difficult thing, but after being challenged and trained by William for over a year in various situations, he could now announce it quite 'proudly'.
"...Yes, that guy is a beast."
Sirius shivered, he peeked in William's direction, at this moment, the two were almost jabbing their wands at each other's faces, the dangerously close distance made all the spells cast by both sides narrowly miss each other, making the situation extremely precarious—
Meanwhile, the Aurors who had just assembled were constantly running, deflecting the stray spells into the air.
"How come..."
Mr. Weasley still didn't quite believe it, but he couldn't help but turn around seriously to assess the situation again—then, he realized that their words were indeed true, William was absolutely dominating the unknown wizard, even in the case where the opponent cast spell after spell of the Killing Curse, William didn't go for the kill—
Lupin and Sirius also noticed this point, they couldn't help but frown.
Would William really not go for the kill? That doesn't match his reputation at all?! Could he be concerned about the Aurors around?
...
Concerned my ass!
Voldemort retreated two steps, deflecting a Stunning Spell aimed at his face in disarray, then slapped the ground with one hand to knock himself back two more steps, following it up with another Killing Curse, finally halting William's continued advance, and the two resumed exchanging spells—
Seeing that starkly contrasting two-colored spell, Voldemort's face grew increasingly grim.
Having just spotted the gathering crowd, Voldemort couldn't help feeling a thrill; almost without hesitation, he shifted his target, directing vicious spells straight at the crowd—he originally thought, like Dumbledore, William would turn to save them, giving him a chance to escape.
Yet Voldemort truly didn't anticipate that the damned bastard wouldn't even blink when he shot the spell, immediately seizing the opportunity to close in, Voldemort could even be sure that if the other didn't want to capture him alive, he himself would likely be dead—
"I told you long ago not to provoke this bastard."
The diary Tom's voice sounded in Voldemort's ear, somewhat gleeful, and his tone carried a sense of pleasure; obviously, compared to being 'dragged down' himself to 'die', he was far more delighted to see Voldemort suffer.
"Do you think you'll have a good ending?!"
Voldemort was shocked and angry, subconsciously roaring, which gave the transforming William on the opposite side, currently using a Transfiguration Spell to charge like a bull, a pause — had this guy finally gone completely mad?
"It will always be better than yours, Tom."
"Help me!"
"..."
"Together we rise and fall—"
"Then you have to listen to me afterward."
"Of course!"
"Buzz—"
William stepped back two steps, noticing the increasingly bright crimson glow in Voldemort's eyes, he blinked, reached into the void with his free left hand, and Gryffindor's Sword, glittering with cold light, appeared, slashing towards the man's legs—
"Hiss—"
But Voldemort reacted, first raising his wand, causing the grayish-green Iron Armor Spell to shatter instantly, but he still took advantage of this brief moment to retreat and dodged two steps, and the razor-sharp sword grazed his abdomen, opening a large gash in his gray work robes—
Yet, Voldemort couldn't care less about his disheveled appearance at the moment, feeling the increased magic power within him, he unhesitatingly hissed aloud, and in the next moment, the grass on the ground began to grow wildly, transforming into countless snakes with sharp fangs lunging at William—
"Hiss—"
William didn't resist; instead, he hissed back similarly.
Subsequently, eighty-nine percent of the venomous snakes decisively turned against Voldemort—seeing the venomous snake wrapped around his waist, Voldemort had no choice but to give up maintaining the Transfiguration Spell and continued to aim the Killing Curses haphazardly at William—at this moment, he no longer dared to throw the Killing Curse into the crowd, after all, the opponent simply didn't care about them and instead seized every chance to capture him alive—
Damn it, who is the villain here!
Always engaged in battles against high-caliber individuals like Dumbledore, Voldemort was utterly shocked.
But, how do we escape now?
Even with the surging magic power, Voldemort still didn't have the confidence to defeat William, not to mention the group of Aurors eyeing him covetously. Now, not to mention being unable to Apparate, even if he could, Voldemort dared not flee directly because, in front of an experienced combat wizard, Apparating was no different from suicide.
The brief startup would be enough for William to kill him a dozen times over.
His thoughts were in turmoil as he forcefully swung his magic wand towards the ground. The crimson Fiendfyre rapidly spread. The speed of the Dark Arts' spread was swift. William unhesitatingly planted his wand, and a blue barrier rose, isolating the Fiendfyre within. Then, the barrier rolled up the Fiendfyre and pressed it towards Voldemort—
Now!
A flicker of joy appeared in Voldemort's eyes as he explosively retreated and was flung backward. He turned his hand and directly threw out a charm, "Impedimenta!" An invisible series of barriers rushed straight towards the crowd, clearing a clean path for him—
"Haha!"
The man couldn't help but let out a laugh. As long as he left this magic array, along with the obstruction of the Fiendfyre, that bastard couldn't possibly catch up with him.
After this period of observation, Voldemort had discovered that William often used the offensive power of his spells during battles, turning them around to attack—for example, the previous snake swarm, and now the Fiendfyre, mainly applying a direct strategy.
But, this was also the opportunity Voldemort realized—
Even through the flames, unable to see clearly, Voldemort could imagine William's face full of frustration and anger. You didn't expect it, did you! This is my escape route...
"Squeak squeak!"
In the shocked eyes of the others, a Niffler, standing five meters tall, appeared on Voldemort's inevitable path. Kabuda stretched out its claws to catch the flying Wizard and then, with a somewhat bewildered look from the latter, crumpled him up and threw him back—
"Oh, why are you back?" William looked at the man who fell in front of him with a face full of "surprise."
You...
Voldemort clutched his chest, with a mouthful of old blood dripping down his chin. The strength of Kabuda's gigantification was no joke, and now he only felt like his internal organs were completely displaced. Forget about casting a charm; even just raising his magic wand seemed nearly impossible—
"...Do you think you've caught me?"
He glared at William, a trace of resolution flashing in his eyes.
"Did I say you could die?"
William extended his magic wand, and in the next moment, Voldemort's mouth opened uncontrollably, his hands lifted, and his entire body was "suspended" in midair. Forget about committing suicide; even moving a finger was as difficult as reaching the heavens.
But in the next moment, a sharp command rang out from the crowd, "Avada Kedavra!"
A blinding bolt of electricity shot towards William, but he merely stamped his foot, and a thick earth wall instantly rose. Although the green charm exploded, it only left a massive breach on it. William's gaze instinctively scanned the crowd, but in the next moment, three consecutive Killing Curses came from all directions—
Finally, one of the beams of light succeeded in hitting its target, and a look of pain flashed across Voldemort's grotesque face.
The next moment, the ragged soul within the shell dissipated like melting snow.
…
The Wizards who cast the Killing Curse were soon apprehended by the Aurors.
They didn't even attempt to flee, standing there with bewildered looks, clutching their magic wands with eyes full of terror and disbelief.
"...All controlled."
With just a glance, William confirmed the situation with these individuals.
He involuntarily sighed. This Voldemort was truly difficult to capture. Soul Artifacts, such things, were like toads clinging to your foot and refusing to leave. If you ignored it, it would just disgust you, maybe even bite you. But if you tried to fight it, it could die upon contact, continuing to disgust you by clinging to your foot—
"Who's that guy?"
Basil asked in confusion, not daring to show any disrespect to the boy who hadn't even graduated from the academy. As one of the first Ministry of Magic personnel to arrive on the scene and start maintaining order, he helped the Aurors fend off quite a few charms—
But... were those charms just cast by humans?!
Watching William walk towards him, Basil swallowed and quickly stepped aside.
Risk his life? How much does the Ministry of Magic pay a month?
"Wait!"
A figure darted out from Basil's side, and he instinctively glanced down, spotting a pink top.
"...Tonks."
William recalled the name of this "excellent" Hufflepuff graduate in thirty seconds, mainly because her hair color was just too eye-catching. Moreover, she was the only Metamorphmagus he knew, so it was hard not to have a deep impression.