Chapter 501: Abuse and Killing

Bai Lang's grin was even more terrifying than the face of the noseless Voldemort, looking like he was going to eat someone. Voldemort was a master of dark magic, proficient in wandless and silent casting. At this distance and time, he also revealed a snake-like expression. "Avada Kedavra!"

This was wandless casting, erupting from his empty hand, and even Dumbledore might not necessarily be able to get any advantage. Voldemort's face was already twisted, and the joy of killing made him about to fall into the peak of excitement. However, this Avada Kedavra at close range missed.

Bai Lang just dodged, forcibly dislocating his joints, and his whole body twisted like rubber. This completely violated the human joint structure. The green light passed through, and Bai Lang recovered immediately. "Scared the hell out of me!" Bai Lang grabbed Voldemort's lapel.

"Fortunately, I have soft skills!" Bai Lang exerted force directly to throw him down. There were ways to grab the lapel, and he could completely play the set of grappling. As long as he pulled him over, the power of control was in Bai Lang's hands. Bai Lang pulled while leaning over. "Crucio!" A crazy female voice shouted, and Bai Lang also took this shot.

Bai Lang's movements didn't stop at all. He leaned close to Voldemort, and Voldemort didn't have time to cast Avada Kedavra—continuously using Avada Kedavra was a great burden on magic power, but it didn't prevent him from directly erupting the Cruciatus Curse. Bai Lang took two Cruciatus Curses without changing his face, and his strong body endured such torture.

"Hahahaha! How can you scum understand the toughness of the exploding steel body! Mere Cruciatus Curse!" Bai Lang burst into wild laughter while leaning in and hitting. Voldemort's magic defense wasn't necessarily that good. The first thing that broke was Voldemort's wand—Harry and Dumbledore and the others were still entangled with the Death Eaters.

Bai Lang broke Voldemort's wand with one grab. Of course, he and Voldemort suffered the chaotic backlash of magic power together, and Bai Lang directly carried all the impact with his body. The wand in his other hand directly poked, picked, pointed, and smashed, smashing Voldemort's limbs at the fastest speed.

Taking advantage of the situation, Bai Lang gave a headbutt, smashing it cleanly on Voldemort's face—there was one good thing about having no nose, it wouldn't be smashed and bleed by Bai Lang, but Bai Lang's original target was this guy's mouth. With one headbutt, a dent appeared on the noseless face, and all the teeth were shattered and went into the throat.

After Bai Lang broke Voldemort's limbs, he used his wand to stab very cleanly, hitting Voldemort against the wall like a meteor. The wand nailed Voldemort to the wall, and Bai Lang shook his head and spat out a mouthful of blood-stained saliva—exploding muscle strong body was exploding muscle strong body, but the pain and damage were real and taken without any discount.

Bai Lang moved his body with a *crack-crack* sound, the popping of his joints like continuous firecrackers. Then, in the situation where almost everyone paused and watched him, he started the cannon-punch. Fists, feet, palms, claws, and fists, all accompanied by cutting legs like knife light.

Before Voldemort could react, his limbs had already left his body and were torn off alive—just like a cockroach having its legs torn off by a child. Bai Lang didn't let him suffer much pain, directly smashing his lower body with one punch, and then with a twist of his claws, his spine was grabbed alive from his stomach.

Blood flowed down Bai Lang's arm, Bai Lang revealed a grin, and exerted force to pull. Voldemort's head suddenly collapsed downward, and his neck seemed to have disappeared directly. Bai Lang flicked his hand, a bloody spinal whip in his hand. Voldemort's internal organs flowed all over the floor.

Bai Lang flicked the bone whip, and his other hand grabbed Voldemort's head located inside the chest cavity. "The tenacious vitality is like a poisonous snake." He sighed. "Now it's my trophy." Bai Lang exerted force to twist, and a head was grabbed in his hand just like that.

And accompanied by black smoke and shrill wailing, the semi-transparent Voldemort fled quickly. "Another life gone, Voldemort resurrected. Hahahaha." Bai Lang laughed wildly. And the Death Eaters were also panicked, preparing to run away, and the success rate of running away was not low. At least Bellatrix and her husband both escaped, but Malfoy couldn't run away and was caught.

A part of the Death Eaters also couldn't run away, but this was no longer important. Minister Fudge and the Aurors had just arrived at this time. They saw the scene of Bai Lang abusing and killing Voldemort. Bai Lang pulled out his wand, letting the completely deformed corpse fall to the ground. He was covered in blood, one hand grabbing a pale head, and the other hand grabbing a blood-stained wand—as for the spinal whip, it had long been thrown aside.

"I'm leaving first, Headmaster. I see that if Voldemort wants to resurrect again, it will probably take some time. He probably went back to the Black Forest in Albania." Bai Lang raised the head in his hand. "This thing needs to be processed, at least dig out the brains and stuff inside, and then soak it in formalin as a specimen?"

Bai Lang glanced at this head. "I haven't thought about the specifics yet..." He walked out openly like this. The Aurors opened a path unconsciously, and Minister Fudge didn't let the Aurors catch this person who had just threatened the Hogwarts Headmaster he appointed—he himself was about to step down and roll away immediately.

What would happen to Harry Potter's fragile little heart? Bai Lang felt he didn't need to pay attention—Harry Potter being an ordinary person instead of a savior was absolutely a good thing for himself. If he didn't bear so many things, his personality would definitely develop better. The fact that Harry wasn't that important had a huge benefit to his personality perfection.

Bai Lang always felt that Harry himself also felt that he could confront Voldemort, and thus become the savior, which made him very happy—he was so important that everyone had to attach great importance to him. Now Bai Lang's action was undoubtedly telling him, "No, it's not like that. Classmate, with you or without you, it's about the same. Others can pinch Voldemort to death just like pinching a stinky bug."

Voldemort was just a lunatic. The Voldemort of the past should have been harder to deal with. This resurrected Voldemort was just a lunatic without a brain. How many Horcruxes did he have? Bai Lang was too lazy to count. Anyway, if he came back to life, he would kill him. His last Horcrux was Harry Potter. Presumably, when this guy resurrected to the last time, he could stop.

Bai Lang walked away with dragon-like steps and tiger-like strides. "Almost forgot, Mami Mami Red." Following Bai Lang's words, the bloodstains on his body were cleaned up. "The Cleaning Charm is still quite useful." No one dared to block his way. Bai Lang rode Dio and left.

When Harry saw Voldemort again, it was the jar brought by Bai Lang, with a ferocious head soaking in a glass bottle. Malfoy's arrogance was gone—his father went to Azkaban, and I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to come out for the rest of his life. Among the Slytherin students, many people's relatives and parents went to Azkaban, and Bai Lang brought Voldemort's head at the beginning of the new semester precisely to comfort them.

"Here, this person pitted your relatives. Take a good look and resent this guy—he's not dead yet, there will be a chance to take revenge in the future. Hahahaha." Bai Lang laughed, and Umbridge had already resigned and slipped away; she didn't dare to stay here. ===== CHAPTER 502 =====