Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

The Demon King's Moment, this is Goldfinger who awakened shortly after Voldemort's resurrection.

While it brought Voldemort extraordinary ability to understand black magic, it also brought terrifying evil attributes.

When using this ability, Voldemort's bloodthirsty heart is particularly strong.

For this reason, Voldemort did not even dare to stay in this state for more than an hour.

He felt that in this state, he was more like a pure, late-stage Riddle.

That's a crazy guy, completely inconsistent with his ideas and thoughts.

But his extraordinary ability to understand black magic still made him unable to help but try it several times late at night.

And in those few limited attempts, he relied on the extraordinary understanding of black magic brought by this ability to sort out the wave diagram of the Death Curse.

The power of this Potu was far beyond Voldemort's imagination.

When he fully unfolded the wave pattern, the Death Curse achieved a group attack effect in a sense.

Correspondingly, the dark feedback also grew.

Even if it is used, Voldemort cannot do it in his normal state.

That powerful dark feedback is no longer something a human heart can bear.

But the darkest hour, or the devil's hour, is completely bearable.

Therefore, Voldemort had to give up Lin Zuo's moment and ignite the Demon King's moment.

And after he showed his ability to change his life, the first person to be surprised was Dumbledore.

Others' understanding of Porto was not as profound as his and Voldemort's.

Therefore, they did not understand what the wave picture represented.

"No, it shouldn't exist, Voldemort, give it up."

Dumbledore didn't care about his own safety at all. He just yelled, with a little pleading in his voice.

But all that appeared on Voldemort's ferocious face was a ferocious smile.

give up?

This thought would not even arise in the mind of the Dark Lord in this state.

"Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore."

Voldemort slowly read Dumbledore's full name, and gently pushed the life-killing wave, letting the green glowing magic float toward Dumbledore.

"Your life will end on this day, and the one who kills you will be the great Dark Lord Voldemort."

Voldemort did not say his full name.

In other words, in this state, he instinctively hated the name Riddle.

"What kind of magic is that? It feels so evil."

"Dumbledore can resist it, the magic floats very slowly."

"I saw despair, Dumbledore's despair, oh my God, is this real?"

The wizards collapsed, and some even wanted to apparate away from here.

And all powerful wizards, or those professionally trained Aurors, have already seen the difference in the life-killing wave diagram.

In other words, they have already guessed the characteristics of the life-saving wave diagram.

For example:

Not easily eliminated.

More freedom of control.

Release pressure reduction.

Reduction in mana consumption.

In this series of speculations, some people also thought of the feature of wider coverage area.

Just like before, Dumbledore used the deformation ripple to transform six stone giants at once.

And those who can think of this level have turned pale and their hearts are filled with terror.

If it had been Dumbledore who had mastered this spell, it wouldn't be so scary.

But the one holding it was the Dark Lord.

This means that the most evil one has the most powerful weapon.

And he still might make this weapon public.

Oh my god.

No wonder Dumbledore shouted the words "It shouldn't exist".

"Voldemort, please, I am willing to die, but can you give up this Porto?"

Albus put away his wand, ignoring his messy hair and beard, and prayed.

"You have more choices, more magic for you to choose from, and you can achieve the effect you want. You have nothing to fear now. I can't beat you, and neither can anyone else, but don't let this magic spread. It …It’s…it’s so evil.”

In the face of Dumbledore's prayer, Voldemort said nothing. He just slowly pushed the life-killing waveto, letting it get infinitely closer to Dumbledore.

As this magic came closer, Dumbledore shivered instinctively.

The aura of death was so strong that he could intuitively feel the curse even three to five meters away from him.

Like.

Death stands three meters away, but the sickle is already hanging on your face.

"Aren't you going to resist?"

Voldemort grinned and asked with a smile that was not smiling but crazy enough.

"No, I give up, Voldemort, this is a magic that should not appear, this is Pandora's Box, this is..."

Dumbledore murmured, but his voice grew quieter.

The aura of death has completely enveloped him, even though the magic has not really touched him yet.

But the magic had already affected him, making him unable to breathe or speak.

The entire stadium was silent, and everyone clenched their fists nervously.

Most of them still couldn't believe the scene before them.

The two were fighting vigorously just now, and earlier, Dumbledore even had a clear advantage.

But now...

It seemed like just an instant, and it seemed like a long time passed, and the green light was finally touching Dumbledore.

The old man's face showed helplessness, but he still looked at Voldemort with pleading eyes.

Unfortunately, there was no expression other than evil on Voldemort's face. He seemed to have lost interest in talking to Dumbledore.

However, the silence was suddenly broken.

First there was a cry of phoenix, then a ball of fire.

The red firelight flashed in front of the green wave pattern, and the two colors collided together, blooming into magnificent sparks.

"No~~"

Dumbledore let out a desperate roar.

Hoarse, low, with strong, endless grief.

However, his voice quickly dropped because the loud voice he had previously used in his throat was disappearing, and because the approach of death made him unable to scream.

What's more, Phoenix Fox is sending out its final cry.

The green wave had completely enveloped him, but Fox activated his immortality.

The hot flames burned, died, and burned again.

If this was just a killing curse, it would be over and Fox would have been resurrected.

But this is not a simple magic spell, it is a life-threatening wave.

It stood there for a long time, constantly performing the curse of death.

I don’t know how many times I will live or die.

Three or five times, or dozens of times, in short, there was the last time.

The last phoenix cry is sharp, but not harsh, and is as beautiful as a hymn.

Then everything turns to ashes.

No.

The dead Fox did not leave ashes behind. He was like an extinguished fire, disappearing with the fiery red light.

"Woo~~"

Phoenix was wailing, as if bidding farewell to his own kind.

There was endless nostalgia in that voice, and it had the power to hit people's hearts.

And this power allowed Voldemort to wake up at the last moment and break away from the Demon King's Moment.

"Bo."

There was a soft sound and the ripples dispersed.

Only Dumbledore was under the green light, holding his face with his hands and crying silently.