In This Hogwarts Without a Savior

"The wand that is said to be inherited from the God of Death. After you lost to me in the battle of the Astronomy Tower, its control fell into my hands. Since then, you have never used it in public again. If you take it out, what you are afraid of is that I will snatch it back."

Voldemort squinted his eyes and looked at the elder wand in Dumbledore's hand, which was extremely conspicuous compared to other wands, with obvious sarcasm in his voice.

"But I don't even like the immortality of the Sorcerer's Stone. How could I care about this kind of power that must rely on external objects. The control of the Elder Wand has always been in my hands until the discipline two years ago. In the battle, I was defeated for the first time since then. The person who faced me at that time was you, and the person who broke the contract was Jon Green, but the person who really directly interfered with my failure was actually the extremely stupid person. Me. So the control of the Elder Wand was also transferred to his hands, until this time you killed and defeated him with your own hands, and you finally regained its rights."

Dumbledore listened to Voldemort clarifying the ownership of the old wand bit by bit. He did not deny it, he just waved the elder wand, and the silver stream left a brilliant trace along with the trajectory of the tip of the wand. the remaining traces.

The silver traces lingered for a long time, which was enough to show that the Elder Wand had fully exerted its power at this moment!

"It's a really good wand, but it's more than just a good wand."

Voldemort's face darkened.

"Put away those riddles of yours. You have something to rely on, so let's lower our hands and see the real chapter!"

After his voice fell, the seemingly harmless black mist spreading around suddenly burst out!

The next moment, he rushed towards Dumbledore's direction.

At the same time, Voldemort stretched out the wand in his hand. He did not recite a spell, and he did not even see him making any waving movements. A breath of death spread into the surrounding air along with the black mist!

In an instant, a dark green beam of light pierced the dark fog and shot straight to the direction of Dumbledore.

Dumbledore remained motionless. He just waved the Elder Wand in his hand, and a silver stream of light bloomed in an instant. Countless parchments, quills, fragments of tables and chairs, folders, etc. were flying around him under the shroud of black mist. Waiting for the next second to change their appearance.

Countless golden birds appear!

They flapped their wings and occupied all the space in front of Dumbledore. Even the black mist could not cover them!

The death curse did not stop when it came into contact with the first flying bird. Instead, like an unstoppable arrow, it suddenly pierced through it and broke through dozens of birds in a row, scattering them and beating them back to their original state. Then it completely exploded!

Dumbledore had never seen such a powerful death curse before.

His originally deep eyes finally became a little thicker at this time, and then he swung his staff and aimed at the objects that had been shot down by the death curse and detransformed. Suddenly the birds flew up again, they spread their wings, and the golden flames connected together. There was a big golden-red explosion around Voldemort!

Dumbledore took a step back, and under the cover of the golden-red flames, he quietly put a ring on his hand.

And just when the flames exploded to their peak, the clear and unusually steady footsteps slowly sounded, and Voldemort walked out of it as if there was no one around!

The golden-red flames kept trying to attach themselves to his body, but they couldn't leave any mark at all. The black mist floating around him seemed to have absolute defense, preventing Voldemort from being harmed at all.

Then he snapped his fingers, and his scarlet lips showed a strange arc.

The black mist exploded, like a raging ocean wave, setting off a huge wave and rushing toward Dumbledore!

At this time, Dumbledore didn't make any evasive move. He just suddenly took off the snow-white robe he was wearing.

The black wave flew away, only to spread on the ground, leaving a trace that looked like it had been corroded by strong acid.

Dumbledore disappears!

It was as if he had turned into a gas. He could not be found anywhere, as if he had simply escaped.

But there was no relaxed expression on Voldemort's face. On the contrary, the smile on his lips shrank and his brows furrowed tightly.

The surroundings were deserted, except for the black mist, and it was eerily quiet.

Just as Voldemort held the wand in his hand tighter and tighter, a white equilateral triangle suddenly appeared!

Along the edges of the three lines in this triangle, a black circle emerges, and the last thing that appears is a gray straight line, which draws a center line in the triangle and also makes the diameter of the circle. !

"The Deathly Hallows!"

Voldemort's voice became a little out of control.

"Have you thoroughly studied its secrets? This is your confidence!"

Dumbledore didn't make a sound. He didn't know when he appeared directly behind the Deathly Hallows mark. He was wearing a cloak that could conceal his whereabouts. He wore a ring with a dark gemstone on his finger, and the bone The wooden wand passed right through the mark!

A breath far more terrifying than the Death Curse rose!

A figure holding a scythe and wearing a gray cloak loomed behind Dumbledore!

The expression on Voldemort's face became ferocious, his eyes almost turned into a vertical line, and his whole person turned into that black mist!

"You want to use the power of Death! Do you really think that Death is a god!"

Just when the sound sounded, gray-white light completely exploded from the tip of the Elder Wand, and Voldemort screamed in the black mist. At the same time, the black mist turned from black to green at some point, shrouding the motionless Dumbledore. In it!

In an instant, the entire main hall fell silent, and all items touched by the gray light lost all luster and vitality, as if they had been directly deprived of the meaning of existence!

And Dumbledore, shrouded in the dark green mist, aged at a speed visible to the naked eye in just a few seconds.

The fog had an impact on Dumbledore, but Voldemort's figure had disappeared without a trace, as if he had been swept by the gray light and vaporized on the spot.

"puff."

Dumbledore fell to the ground, his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth were bleeding continuously, but the look in his eyes did not change at all and remained so solemn and deep.

"Jon, you must see exactly what he is."