The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

Voldemort's shield collided with Dumbledore's curse, making a gong-like sound.

Dumbledore's spell was deflected! The shield Voldemort summoned was unscathed.

Voldemort's scarlet eyes appeared on the shield, and he was extremely satisfied with the shield's protective power. So Voldemort said triumphantly: "Is there a stronger spell? This level is not enough - depending on what you mean, you don't just want me to be imprisoned in Azkaban!"

Voldemort felt murderous intent from Dumbledore's spell just now.

Dumbledore had completely opposite attitudes towards the two generations of Dark Lords, Voldemort and Grindelwald. After Grindelwald failed in the duel, he could choose to be imprisoned in Nurmengard, but for Voldemort, Dumbledore had murderous intentions.

This has nothing to do with personal relationships, purely because Voldemort and Grindelwald are two different people. Grindelwald was ambitious and ideal, so when his ideals came to nothing, he chose self-exile and never left the gate of Nurmengard throughout his life. He will not engage in such cunning operations as jailbreaking.

But Voldemort is different. This selfish man has no ideals - his slogan of pure blood supremacy is just a cover, just a bait hanging in front of the servants' eyes. He only cares about himself, and all his actions are for himself. Such a person, no matter how miserably he loses power, will only find a way to make a comeback. For such a die-hard, Dumbledore could only choose to destroy him physically.

Faced with Voldemort's provocation, Dumbledore remained very calm. In other words, he was extremely angry and calmed down instead.

"You and I both know there are many ways to destroy a person, Riddle." He squinted at Voldemort standing in the middle of the field. The sea breeze rustled his robes and made his hair and beard flutter. " I must admit that just taking your life would not satisfy me."

Voldemort laughed hysterically.

"Is there anything more terrifying than death?! Ah!" Voldemort waved his wand angrily. This time he waved it for significantly longer and with greater intensity.

He was casting an extremely complex spell, and the ground in Azkaban was shaking slightly.

Voldemort would not have dared to cast such a long spell without a shield in front of him.

Dumbledore's calm expression was broken, and he frowned for the first time today. It was not difficult for Dumbledore to see what Voldemort wanted to do, but it was because he understood what Voldemort wanted to do that Dumbledore felt truly angry.

"Playing with the dead..." The wrinkles on Dumbledore's face deepened a little. He raised the wand in his hand, and a series of spells that were no less powerful than the spells he had just blocked were released from the tip of the wand.

The spells hit the shield conjured by Voldemort one after another. They could not penetrate the defense, but the shield was also fading rapidly. Voldemort huddled behind his shield and was given a few seconds to cast the spell.

In the end, Voldemort's shield was shattered by Dumbledore, but Voldemort's spell was completed.

"Dumbledore, I will show you the fear of death!" Voldemort didn't care at all that his shield was shattered, and he burst into hysterical laughter. In the midst of laughter, the ground beneath Voldemort's feet cracked piece by piece, and arms that were either rotten or bone-white emerged from the soil.

The corpses accumulated in Azkaban for hundreds of years have now become Voldemort's puppets. He will drive these corpses to fight Dumbledore.

"Each of them was once a well-known dark wizard during their lifetime, but after death, they can only be turned into a ball of smelly meat and allowed to be manipulated by others - isn't this terrifying?"

For Voldemort, death is the thing that scares him the most. Death means that everything in life is turned into clouds, and even the body may be desecrated.

Looking at the purgatory-like scene downstairs, Dumbledore shook his head. There was no change in emotion on his face. He raised his wand, and a new spell was ready to be cast, but at this time, he felt a change.

A drop of rain fell on the ground, and then it rained heavily, as if someone had stabbed a hole in the sky.

This change caused Dumbledore to glance at Tom's position, and he knew that his help was coming. Voldemort didn't notice the abnormality at all, but he was even more excited: the rain would limit the fire magic that Dumbledore was very good at - even the weather was helping him!

Without large-scale fire magic, Dumbledore, how can you clear out these zombies?

Of course Tom caused the rain.

When Dumbledore and Voldemort were dueling, Tom didn't even watch. He first found a safe place to hide, and then took out his small package from his robe. The package made a sound that did not match its size.

Tom put his hand in and groped for a while, and took out his magic silver staff.

What better place to cast a weather spell than at sea?

He embedded the wand into the staff and poured his magic into it with all his strength. Tom has Dumbledore to thank. Without Dumbledore's efforts to involve Voldemort, Tom would never have such a comfortable output space.

"Atmospheric-nubilum!"

"Atmospheric-pluvia!"

Two weather spells were shot into the sky one after another, achieving unexpected results.

The air humidity on the sea is much higher than that on the plains, and there are many Dementors in Azkaban, so the weather here is always cloudy.

Tom's Weather Spell: Soaring Clouds and Weather Spell: Calling Rain caused a storm without even consuming much magic power.

After the rain came down, the dirt floor of Azkaban was quickly soaked, and the corpses controlled by Voldemort broke through the ground one by one and crawled out.

"Tom Riddle, what a sin you have committed..." Dumbledore looked at the undead army that almost filled all the open spaces with a look of disgust.

"What awaits you is purification." Dumbledore glanced at the sky, knowing exactly what was about to happen. However, considering that Yodel's spells always have the habit of not distinguishing between friend and foe, he secretly prepared several defensive spells.

"Atmospheric-fulmen!" Tom fired the last weather spell into the sky after the cloud thickness reached a certain level.

The next moment, the dark clouds turned "white".

Voldemort, who was busy controlling the undead army, raised his head in confusion, and then there was a hint of realization in his eyes: So that's it!

He understood what the spell was about. But what confused him a little was, who cast such a powerful weather spell? Dumbledore was fighting with him and had no intention of engaging in such a complicated and time-consuming spell.

He brought help! Voldemort suddenly understood: Cunning Dumbledore!

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