harry potter book of crimes

"...Dumbledore."

Under the endless night sky, wisps of black smoke appeared out of thin air, converging towards a certain point in the air, spinning and drawing mysterious arcs.

The black energy is getting more and more dense, gathering like a whirlpool.

As a low and cold voice sounded, the black vortex suddenly shrank, and a young and elegant young man stood in the sky, looking calmly at the white wizard on the ground.

"Nice to see you again...Dear Professor Dumbledore."

When Voldemort was still willing to call himself Tom Riddle, Dumbledore was just a Transfiguration teacher at Hogwarts.

It can be said that Voldemort's "professor", after more than forty years, is as peaceful and natural as yesterday.

"Dear Professor Dumbledore, you look... much older." Voldemort smiled gently, as if he had ignored all the entanglements in the past fifty years, "I remember your hair back then.

It was still reddish-brown! But now it is completely white..."

"But you still want to be the same as before."

Dumbledore also smiled slightly, but his eyes became much sharper, as if he wanted to see through the student in front of him.

"Really?" Voldemort nodded, seeming to agree with Dumbledore's words, "Thanks to Professor - if you hadn't brought me into this wonderful magical world, how could I have enjoyed this victory over death?"

What about beauty?”

"Defeat death?" Dumbledore shook his head slightly, looked directly into Voldemort's eyes, and said seriously, "You are wrong, Tom... For a wizard, death has never been a threat or obstacle.

"

Voldemort looked at him calmly, and after a while, he suddenly chuckled.

"Professor, you are still not good at telling jokes as always, I think-"

"Tom," Dumbledore interrupted, "do you still want to continue on that wrong path?"

"Is that enough?" Voldemort raised his eyebrows, as if he was mocking Dumbledore, "Professor, I think you don't need to be so hypocritical anymore, because I have seen through it from the beginning - I have seen through you.

That false fraternity!”

"Yes! These methods of yours are indeed very good. You use these clever empty words to fool the world in order to gain the support of the world and make them respect you, worship you, and support you..."

"But--"

He spoke in a calm tone, but the smile on his face disappeared little by little, and his eyes gradually became cold and disdainful.

"But, do you think you can use it to fool me?" Voldemort opened his arms and shouted loudly, "Any wizard who studies magic deeply will understand that the greatest enemy of wizards is time! And the end of time is death!"

"When you are on your deathbed and suddenly find that you still have a magic spell that you have not learned, what else will you say, 'Death is never an obstacle'!"

Dumbledore looked at Voldemort with a stubborn face, was silent for a moment, and finally sighed softly.

"It seems that you will never try to understand..."

As the words faded, Dumbledore raised the Elder Wand in his hand and waved it so lightly.

Suddenly, a red beam of light shot straight towards Voldemort in the air with a slight vibration. If Maka were here, he would definitely be able to recognize it at a glance - that is the aura of rules!

Although it has not reached the level of the power of rules, the power contained in it is more ingenious, and the magic power consumption when casting is also more economical.

It seems that it is true that Dumbledore also embarked on Rowena's trial. Although he finally gave up on that path, he found another way to figure out the secret of the rules on his own.

When Voldemort saw this, his heart suddenly trembled. He raised his wand in his right hand, and a piece of black energy immediately rose out of the air, turning into a pitch-black shield that blocked the path of the red beam of light.

With a low-pitched sound like a gong, the beam of light that shot out from the tip of the Elder Wand was blocked by the shield in front of Voldemort. The overflowing red light spread out like flowing clouds and mist, and wisps of light shot toward the sky.

Voldemort flowed away behind him.

At this moment, both the Order of the Phoenix members behind Dumbledore and the Death Eaters behind Voldemort were all frightened back nearly a hundred feet by the terrifying force.

"Don't try to kill me, Dumbledore." The black flames in Voldemort's eyes were beating wildly, and his eyes narrowed above the shield, "Or...are you admitting what I just said in disguise?

"

"To be honest, before I met that child, I planned to destroy you, Tom." Dumbledore still said calmly, and suddenly raised his legs and walked towards Voldemort.

"We all know that there are many other ways to destroy a person." He stepped closer to Voldemort, as if he didn't care about the matter at hand. "Just taking your life will not satisfy me.

"

"There is nothing worse than death, Dumbledore!"

Voldemort roared suddenly, waved his wand again, and another piece of black energy formed into a ball out of thin air and flew straight towards Dumbledore.

Dumbledore still shook his head, and with a flick of the wand in his hand, the red beam of light was like a flaming sword, which suddenly completely dispersed the black energy.

The next second, he flicked his wand again, and the beam of light shot up and hit Voldemort's shield hard.

"boom!"

There was another muffled sound, and Voldemort moved back dozens of feet together with the black shield in front of him.

"You couldn't be more wrong."

Dumbledore's voice was very soft, like two people discussing drinking.

He simply dispersed the beam of light at the tip of the staff and continued walking towards Voldemort. He seemed to be walking defenselessly, without making any defense.

"In fact, your biggest failure is your inability to understand that there are things worse than death——"

To be honest, Dumbledore has not really taken action for a long time. No one knows how much strength he has, and no one knows how far his understanding of magic has reached.

For Dumbledore, using magic to fight was no longer the goal he pursued.

At this moment, as he said - he never intended to use death to end Voldemort's evil deeds, because in Dumbledore's view, that was not enough to wash away the sins he had committed over the years.

What's more... death is indeed not the end.

"No!" Voldemort finally showed a ferocious look on his face, and he roared loudly, "You are the old stubborn who doesn't understand! You don't understand at all the beauty and cruelty of magic!"

Before he finished speaking, and no movement was seen from him, a cloud of black energy suddenly exploded around him, enveloping his entire body.

For a moment, Voldemort's whole body was filled with black energy, and in the blink of an eye, he became almost exactly like the Black Death Apostle.

The only difference is that the black energy on Voldemort's body is more like a black flame that is constantly beating and burning, exuding a disturbing aura.

"Dumbledore... I will let you understand what is the true charm of magic!"

Next Voldemort proved that whether one can freely control the black energy has completely different combat effectiveness.

Maybe he was still holding a wand, maybe he wasn't. Because he was covered in black energy, he couldn't see clearly, but no matter what, the long whips made of black energy kept hitting Dumbledore.

.

But Dumbledore obviously wouldn't stand and get beaten in vain, but when he saw his wand pointing downwards, the ground immediately rose up and turned into a giant rock hand blocking his way.

When the giant hand had just taken shape, Voldemort's dozens of black energy whips had already arrived!

With a heart-stopping sound of whipping, gravel and soil flew away, and the giant rock hand turned into fragments all over the ground in an instant, but Dumbledore, who was hiding behind it, was at this moment.

The figure has disappeared.

"Um?"

Voldemort immediately sensed something was wrong. He immediately turned around and swiped the black whip back, but it was all gone.

At this moment, another red beam of light rushed straight from directly below him. It was so fast that it almost caught him off guard.

Hit!

The red beam of light shot straight up at Voldemort's feet. In the astonished eyes of the Death Eaters, it actually penetrated the black flames on Voldemort's body and beat him into...

Dumbledore frowned briefly, and then disapparated again, moving slightly away.

Voldemort, who had just been hit by his beam of light, turned into a puff of black energy again in front of everyone's surprised eyes, but it did not dissipate.

In terms of the characteristics of the black energy, it is actually not much different from the Black Death Apostles. As long as the magic contained in it is not completely exhausted, a person like Voldemort who can turn his entire body into black energy is almost immortal.

of.

In just a moment, the black air condensed again and transformed into Tom Riddle again. Just looking at his unchanged appearance, it seemed as if he had not been harmed at all.

"Don't you understand yet, Dumbledore?" Voldemort said with a ferocious smile, "I am immortal! Immortal! Didn't I tell you? I defeated death!"

"Yeah?"

Dumbledore still looked at him calmly and shook his head lightly.

"I'm sorry because I couldn't teach you anything..." He looked up at Voldemort and said as if he was casually chatting, "Someone once told me that if I became a teacher, I would not be a good teacher.

-That doesn't suit me."

"It turns out that she was right!" Dumbledore chuckled a little lonely, "You know? You and Maka - the two students with the greatest potential I have ever met so far! But,

I haven't been able to teach you anything..."

"You don't need my teaching, and neither does Maka," he said, "Yes! I should have understood it a long time ago - life will be more meaningful if you have to go on by yourself..."

"Thanks to that kid Maka, I finally understand - but Tom, do you understand?"

Dumbledore pointed his wand again, but the aura exuding from his whole body was completely different.

"...Sometimes, people...should be more selfish..."