Kasenhis charged forward at full speed.
There was no fancy composite magic or alchemical equipment, only a continuous barrage of wither skeleton skulls that embodied decay and death.
Voldemort, who had been standing at the gate at the end of the corridor, carefully maintaining his composure, sensed that aura. He turned his head and took a single glance, then in the next moment hurriedly controlled his magic with his wand, trying to knock the incoming wither skulls away.
But unexpectedly, those wither skulls seemed not to be magic at all. Magic and spells could not control them in the slightest.
The instant Voldemort confirmed that the wither skulls could not be deflected by magic, he quickly pointed his wand at the ground, and a thick stone wall rose from the floor.
Boom!!
But in just a moment, the stone wall was blasted open with a huge hole. Rapidly, a series of glowing blocks, flickering between bright and dim, flew straight through the hole.
"Protego!" Barty Crouch Jr. shouted loudly, which also served as a reminder to the other Death Eaters who had just regained their freedom and whose brains were still not fully functioning.
In the next moment, Kasenhis heard a crackling series of sounds. The stone wall created by Voldemort, along with the entire entrance of Azkaban, was blown into nothingness.
But very quickly, Moody rushed to the front of Kasenhis. Just like Voldemort had done, he pointed his wand at the ground and transfigured a stone wall.
Another round of spell explosions followed, sounds that caused instinctive discomfort—the faint explosive noises produced when Avada Kedavra struck objects.
Sirius and Lupin seized the opportunity and were just about to rush out to give that group of Death Eaters a head-on blow, when they were each grabbed by one of the Longbottoms and yanked back.
"For now, you're not needed. Look at that big guy in the sky," Mrs. Longbottom said as she grabbed Sirius and reminded him.
Only then did Sirius have time to look up at the sky. He saw the Wither that Kasenhis had handcrafted earlier flying in midair. For some reason, it seemed to ignore their side completely, as if it didn't even see them.
Instead, it was the people on Voldemort's side who were in trouble. The Wither was desperately hunting them down, as if the aura of dark magic and the decayed souls within them were its favorite kind of wither mint.
Compared to these Death Eaters, even the Dementors all over Azkaban no longer seemed appealing.
The Wither kept locking onto those scattered, fleeing Death Eaters—catch one, eat one; catch two, eat a pair.
Of course, there were still a few Death Eaters who could be considered useful. They quickly fired Avada Kedavra at the Wither.
But this kind of "serious" damage was minimal. Only rule-level, conceptual magic had any effect on the Wither, the MC god of death's counterpart. Attacking it with magic was often no more effective than using Transfiguration to conjure a bow and arrow to shoot it.
"Alright, boys—and ladies. Now that they've been scattered by that thing in the sky, I believe you can avoid that pitch-black three-headed monster while killing those Death Eaters at the same time… can you!" Moody, the retired Auror with extensive command experience, gathered them together and rapidly laid out the tactics.
"No problem!" Kasenhis answered the fastest, and he also moved the fastest. Almost instantly, he left the transfigured stone-wall cover. Wither skulls and explosive blocks rotated and swapped in his left hand, and every time he hit a lucky target, they were blown straight into fragments.
If they were unlucky, they could only watch themselves slowly wither into pitch-black scraps.
In his right hand was the spellbook of Newborn Magic Arts.
The spells edited inside weren't particularly delicate—just pure gravity magic, crushing enemies into the ground like mashed potatoes, turning them into little bloody pancakes.
The other five didn't hold back either. Among them, Sirius and Lupin were the most efficient. The two of them had zero idol baggage and unleashed all kinds of dark magic without restraint.
Especially Sirius—his sickly green Avada Kedavra flew out of his wand at a speed comparable to bullets from a machine gun.
At this moment, Voldemort finally used a Fiendfyre spell to end the Wither in the sky, then stood before Kasenhis with a face full of fury.
"I once believed you were a rare talent in the magical world. But now, I no longer intend to forgive you," Voldemort said hoarsely.
"May I ask something impolitely," Kasenhis began.
"I'll give you one last chance," Voldemort said.
"Without a nose, can you still produce nasal sounds?" Kasenhis raised an eyebrow.
"MOTHERFUCKER!!!" Voldemort launched straight into action without hesitation, flinging an Avada Kedavra.
But every bone in Kasenhis's body had been strengthened through alchemy. His reaction speed was far beyond that of flesh and blood.
Almost instantly, just as the green glow of the killing curse shot out from the tip of Voldemort's wand, Kasenhis sharply sidestepped, and gravity magic came crashing down on Voldemort's head with unstoppable force.
Unfortunately, Newborn Magic Arts was magic in the truest sense, unlike the wither skulls that were unaffected by magic. The gravity magic of Newborn Magic Arts could indeed be influenced by magical power.
And someone like Voldemort, whose magical strength could be called the greatest in the world—so extreme that even Dumbledore couldn't match it—resisting gravity magic, or even tearing it apart entirely, was not impossible.
For example, at this very moment, Voldemort merely bent his waist for an instant. To him, it could barely be considered a proper attack, not even real damage. But success and failure alike were both because he was Voldemort.
The damage wasn't much, but the humiliation was overwhelming.
In the next moment, the entire gravity magic was torn apart by Voldemort in an instant. Then he flicked his wand, and a cluster of flames burning with a terrifying aura suddenly ignited on the ground.
In almost no time, flames that had been no bigger than a campfire grew into a towering fire dragon, which swiped a claw toward Kasenhis.
Like a natural disaster, in Kasenhis's eyes there was nothing left but flames as vast as the entire sky crashing down from above, and he didn't even have a chance to dodge.
Even Moody, the most battle-hardened among them, glanced toward Kasenhis after violently shredding a Death Eater with magic, and let out a regretful sigh. He had no idea how Kasenhis could survive this situation unless Dumbledore suddenly appeared.
But unfortunately, from Voldemort to every Death Eater, from Moody to Lupin and Sirius, no one truly understood Kasenhis's essence.
Aside from being a professor, civil engineer, designer, PvP master, and wizard…
He was also an assassin!
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