The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

At this moment, in the great circular room of the Department of Mysteries, there were only three wizards left.

Albus Dumbledore and Voldemort faced each other in the middle of the room, while Bellatrix Lestrange lay trembling in the corner.

Voldemort raised his wand, and a green light approached Dumbledore...but Dumbledore turned around, and he was out of the way like the wind. The five golden statues broke open the door of the Department of Mysteries and rushed in—

Among them, the statues of house elves and goblins rushed towards Voldemort from the side and rear... Voldemort emitted two green lights angrily, smashing the two statues into pieces.

But hiding behind the house-elves and goblins is the statue of the centaur. It was too late for Voldemort to cast the third death curse... As if he had grown wings, he floated towards the sky, and the centaur hit Voldemort hard. The previous position was shattered by the collision.

In the sky, Dumbledore has already begun to command the last remaining statues of wizards and witches... The two statues appeared at the position where Voldemort flew, as if they had been prepared for a long time. They flew the Dark Lord from different directions. To be bound.

However, Voldemort's body disappeared in an instant, leaving only a black shadow... The black shadow suddenly exploded, blasting the statues of wizards and witches into pieces.

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes, turned and saw Voldemort appearing behind him.

Voldemort's face was flushed at this time, and he seemed to be full of excitement and desire to fight——

"That's all you can do, Dumbledore!" he growled, "Is there anything more ruthless?"

Voldemort spat, and then he cast another deadly spell at Dumbledore... but it missed, hitting a table not far from Dumbledore, where it caught fire.

"We all know that there are many other ways to destroy a person, Tom." Dumbledore said still calmly, and he began to approach Voldemort as if he hadn't even thought about the battle in front of him:

"I must admit that simply taking your life would not satisfy me!"

"That depends on whether you have the ability!" Voldemort let out a growl, and then he waved his wand, and the flame that was still burning just now, as if alive, began to deform a little bit——

Finally it turned into a flaming serpent, surrounding Dumbledore, hissing viciously.

There was another green light, and Dumbledore, who was bound by the flames, had no way to hide. He raised his wand and emitted a purple light, blocking Voldemort's death curse——

But at the same time, behind Dumbledore, the giant snake also jumped down and bit Dumbledore...

At this critical moment, a strange singing voice floated from nowhere; this voice was illusory, ethereal and mysterious, and it was exciting to hear. And the giant flame snake who heard this voice seemed a little apprehensive, and shrank back again.

A flame suddenly appeared behind Dumbledore, and a crimson bird emerged from the flame, roaring angrily towards the flaming serpent in front of him.

Its body seems insignificant in front of the giant snake, but it is not afraid of this terrible flame at all, and its golden claws pierced the head of the flame giant snake again and again... In just a few rounds, Voldemort created The flame giant snake that came out has been wiped out.

"Good job, Fox!" Dumbledore nodded slightly towards Phoenix.

"It's that damned phoenix again!" Voldemort muttered, frowning.

"As I said, you were very foolish to come here tonight, Tom!" A smile appeared on Dumbledore's lips as the Phoenix appeared.

"Is it... I don't think so..."

As soon as the words fell, Voldemort suddenly felt a pain from the depths of his soul... He almost couldn't stand still, and fell to the ground all of a sudden.

...

Every inch of skin on the body hurts, especially the brain, as if it is about to split... as if an important organ on the body has been cut off alive... No, it should feel like two pieces.

"What have you done to me, Dumbledore?" Voldemort's voice grew weaker.

"I warned you, Tom!" Dumbledore said gently, "It's definitely a wrong choice for you to come here tonight... because, I have helpers!"

As he spoke, Dumbledore was already waving his wand.

"Ring...ring...ring..."

As if a bell was ringing, the entire circular room trembled.

But if you look carefully, you can find... it's countless golden fragments or powder on the floor.

Five statues of wizards, witches, centaurs, goblins, and house-elfs. They had all been smashed to pieces by Voldemort in different ways...but at this moment, their pieces began to tremble and float into the air.

"Master, be careful!" Bellatrix Lestrange called in her hoarse voice.

"Go away, Bella... this is not a battle you can touch!" Voldemort's trembling voice warned.

All the fragments and powders flew towards Voldemort's position at an extremely fast speed.

Due to the Dark Lord's warning, Bellatrix subconsciously fell to the ground again... However, pieces of statues still tore the skin on her back, causing her to howl again and again.

In fact, if she were standing now, the debris would be enough to take her life.

Voldemort, who was in the center of the vortex, obviously couldn't be so lucky, he endured the severe pain, tremblingly raised his wand——

He conjured a silver shield from the thin air and stood in front of him; every time those golden fragments hit the shield, there was a low, gong-like sound, which was a bit creepy.

However, shields can only block frontal attacks, but are powerless against side and rear attacks.

One after another bloodstains ran across Voldemort's body, his robe was torn apart, and his body was dripping with blood...

...

"You lost, Tom!" Dumbledore walked to a position less than ten yards away from Voldemort, but he did not relax his vigilance at all, staring firmly into Voldemort's eyes.

"Dumbledore, what did you do to me?" Voldemort asked weakly, still trembling as he raised his wand.

"I'm sorry, but I don't think I know..." Dumbledore shrugged.

The two faced each other quietly like this, neither of them wanted, or dared to move.

At this moment, a rush of footsteps came from outside the Department of Mysteries.

"I think you lost, Dumbledore!" A ferocious smile suddenly appeared on Voldemort's weak face.

Meanwhile, a figure intrudes into the Department of Mysteries.