Hogwarts Homecoming
Chapter 1333 Dead Hand
The flames wrapped in Fox splashed everywhere, and an old and solemn face with silver beard and hair emerged from the flames!
Yes. Professor Dumbledore!
The moment he saw that face clearly, Harry's whole body relaxed.
No one will be injured or die tonight. Voldemort and his Death Eaters are really defeated this time!
Not only Harry, but also Sirius around him, including the strikers, Arthur, the Longbottoms, and the little wizards who ventured here tonight all had this idea in their minds.
Professor Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, the greatest wizard of our time!
Even in the past few years when Professor Brain's reputation has been so strong, people have never forgotten the changes that Albus Dumbledore brought to the world.
People will still call Albus Dumbledore the only wizard the most evil Dark wizard in history fears!
Compared to Harry and the others, who were in an upbeat mood, the still-living Death Eaters looked as if they were mourning for their heirs.
Not to mention people like Rookwood and Rabastan, even the most loyal Bellatrix stood still and was at a loss.
"Dumbledore."
Voldemort, who had just used the power of the double snake staff to escape from trouble, was still floating in the air. He stared at Dumbledore emerging from the void with wide blood-red eyes, and obvious fear appeared on his pale and bloodless face.
This fear is deep-seated and complex, and it can even be said that it has nothing to do with the level of power between the two.
"Too many people have died tonight, Tom, that's enough--"
Dumbledore said.
No one currently in this fragmented reception hall of the Ministry of Magic has ever seen Albus Dumbledore like this.
His silver-white beard and hair did not move in the wind, and his whole body radiated an invisible but real powerful force. Even Hermione and others who were farthest away from him felt that the roots of their hair were trembling!
In a second stretched by unparalleled tyrannical magic.
Dumbledore appeared in mid-air and floated towards Voldemort, but he did not look at him at all, but looked at the double snake staff with red eyes in front of Voldemort!
Dumbledore advanced slowly, like a massive celestial body. As he advanced slowly, the lights floating in the dark hall were pulled by him and became as solid as reality.
Dumbledore's eyes changed color, no longer the familiar clear blue, but turned into a fiery gold.
He slowly raised a hand, and under everyone's gaze, grabbed the staff in front of Voldemort, and moved closer.
Ho, ho, ho!
The horrifying laughter that made one's scalp turn white appeared again.
Click!
What happened at that moment, even Voldemort, who was close at hand, could not see clearly.
A crisp explosion suddenly sounded in the void, just like the sound of a thousand sheets of glass exploding at the same time.
The gray that lingered around him was driven away by Dumbledore, but that was all he could do.
Dumbledore flew backwards, but he landed on the ground like a strong athlete, and then he looked at the double snake staff with astonishment still in his eyes.
"Albus!"
Kingsley was the first to come to his senses. He rushed to Dumbledore's side to support him, and he keenly noticed that Dumbledore's hand that had just touched the staff was withered!
The whole palm is like a flower that has reached the end of its life. It is dry, withered, without any vitality!
"You need to get treatment, Albus!"
Kingsley was stunned for a moment, then cried out in distress.
"I don't think it's necessary anymore, Kingsley -"
Dumbledore raised a withered hand and looked at it with interest in the dim light.
"What happened to the staff, Dumbledore!"
Scrimgeour also limped over. He looked at Dumbledore's withered hand, which seemed to have been stripped of flesh and blood, and his expression changed drastically.
"Is it a curse?"
"It's not a curse, Rufus. It's death. Oh, I think my hand is dead. It can't be used anymore--"
Dumbledore discussed his left hand as if he were discussing an alchemical tool that was insignificant to him. After shaking his stiff withered hand a few times in front of everyone, he put it down casually, and then stared at the A staff with a double snake handle, he said calmly,
"As for this staff, Amosta said it is a double snake staff, and he has been afraid of it."
Dumbledore was injured, and it looked serious.
Voldemort naturally noticed this, but he did not show any joy. Instead, he was a little shocked and a little afraid.
Help Voldemort escape from Amosta's domain trap and force Dumbledore back.
It seems that this is what the double snake staff only wants to do.
This staff no longer spits gray mist around, it has restrained all its power, and like a lifelike and exquisite handicraft, it falls back into Voldemort's hand with a clatter.
And this scene fell into Dumbledore's hands, causing his restored blue eyes to freeze.
Voldemort tightened his grip on the double snake staff, and then waved it slightly with a slightly confused expression.
This scene seems a bit nonsensical and funny.
But no one in the hall could laugh.
Even Dumbledore's eyes froze at Voldemort's actions, and he tightened his grip on his elder wand.
However, nothing happened.
This magical wand, which was more powerful than any wizard's wand, fell silent again and no longer responded to Voldemort.
"Damn--"
Voldemort's face showed annoyance and unwillingness, but just like he had tried thousands of times before, the proud double snake staff ignored it, and even the snake eyes dimmed.
This undoubtedly made everyone in the hall breathe a sigh of relief.
The staff just knocked Dumbledore away in an instant and took away one of Dumbledore's hands.
If you don't see this kind of thing with your own eyes, no one will believe it!
"It's more dangerous than anything you've ever seen, Tom—"
Dumbledore spoke. He looked at Voldemort with complex eyes, his eyelids slightly drooped, and he was unwilling to look at the double snake staff.
"If you have any shred of sanity, Tom, you should give it up."
"No way, old man Dumbledore. This staff follows me voluntarily. I am its master, and I am the master of death!"
Voldemort glared at Dumbledore fiercely,
"You are jealous, Dumbledore, you want to take it away, don't you? Look at your ugly hand, this is the price you pay for your greed!"
"That sounds funny, Tom--"
Dumbledore moved his beard,
"I really never thought that one day I would be called greedy by you. In my opinion, you haven't gotten rid of the bad habits you had in the orphanage over the years. I mean, taking things that don't belong to you - -"
As he spoke, Dumbledore shook the sleeve of his right hand. He took a step forward and waved his wand slightly.
The few Death Eaters who were still conscious suddenly became stiff and fell to the ground.
"You don't want my life, do you, Dumbledore?"
Voldemort instinctively took a step back, but after realizing it, a sense of shame suddenly emerged in his heart. He stopped and glared fiercely at Dumbledore, who raised his wand again.
"I assume you don't bother to do such a cruel thing, right?"
"There are two things you never understand, Tom—the preciousness of life, and,"
Dumbledore continued to walk forward. It seemed that the missing hand did not cause him any uneasiness. He looked at Voldemort's twisted face extremely calmly.
"Death is not terrible."
It's about to end.
Harry thought as he stood a little further away.
He didn't know what happened to the hideous-looking staff that Voldemort took out. He felt sorry for Dumbledore's injured hand.
But this will eventually come to an end.
The staff in Voldemort's hand didn't seem to obey his orders completely. And he seemed to have been seriously injured in Professor Blaine's trap before. In this case, Harry believed that Professor Dumbledore could easily subdue Voldemort.
All tragedies will end tonight.
Harry thought with both relief and sadness, and then--
"If death wasn't terrible, Dumbledore!"
Harry, who was waiting for Voldemort's complete defeat, suddenly heard Voldemort shouting, and then, his green eyes suddenly met Voldemort's blood-red eyes.
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