"The magic wand that is said to be inherited from the **** 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. I’ve taken it out, I’m afraid I’ll **** it back.”
Voldemort squinted at the elder wand in Dumbledore's hand, which was incomparably more prominent than other wands, with obvious sarcasm in his voice.
"But I don't even like the longevity of the Philosopher's Stone. How can 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 punishment two years ago. I was defeated for the first time since then in the battle of the so-called war. The person who faced me at that time was you, and the one who tore up the contract was Jon Green, but the person who really directly interfered with my failure was actually the extremely stupid Me. So the control of the Elder Wand was transferred to him, until this time you killed and defeated him with your own hands, and you finally regained its rights."
Dumbledore listened to Voldemort sorting out the ownership of the elder wand bit by bit. He didn't deny it. He just waved the elder wand. the remaining traces.
The silver traces lasted for a long time, which is enough to show that the Elder Wand has fully exerted its supposed power at this moment!
"It's a really good wand, but it's not just a good wand."
Voldemort's face darkened.
"Put away your riddles, you have something to rely on, then let's lower our hands and see the real chapter!"
After his voice fell, the originally harmless black mist that spread around suddenly exploded!
The next moment, he rushed towards Dumbledore's direction.
At the same time, Voldemort stretched out the wand in his hand. He didn't chant a spell, and he didn't even see him make any waving movements. A breath of death spread into all the surrounding air along with the black mist!
In an instant, a dark green light beam pierced through the dark mist, and shot straight towards Dumbledore's direction.
Dumbledore stood still, he just shook the old wand in his hand, a silver streamer bloomed in an instant, surrounded by countless parchments, quill pens, fragments of tables and chairs, folders, etc. Waiting for the next second to change their appearance.
Countless golden birds emerged!
They flapped their wings, occupying all the space in front of Dumbledore, and even the black mist couldn't cover them!
The death curse did not stop when it touched the first flying bird, but pierced through it suddenly like an unstoppable arrow, broke through dozens of birds in a row, scattered them, and returned them to their original state Then it exploded completely!
Dumbledore has never seen such a powerful death curse.
At this time, his original deep eyes finally got a little thicker, and then he swung his staff and aimed at the objects that had been knocked down by the death curse and released their deformations. Suddenly, the birds rose again, they spread their wings, and the golden flames hooked together. There was a golden-red explosion around Voldemort!
Dumbledore took a step back, and under the cover of the golden-red flame, he quietly put a ring on his hand.
And just when the flames erupted to their peak, the sound of clear and unusually steady footsteps sounded slowly, and Voldemort walked out of it like no one else!
The golden-red flames kept trying to attach to his body, but there was no way to leave a mark at all. The black mist suspended around him seemed to have an absolute defense, preventing Voldemort from any harm at all.
Then he snapped his fingers, and his scarlet lips showed a strange arc.
At this time, Dumbledore didn't make any evasive movements, he just took off the snow-white robe abruptly.
The black wave rushed into the air, but spread on the ground, leaving a trace that seemed to have been corroded by strong acid.
Dumbledore is gone!
He seemed to have directly turned into a gaseous state, and he was nowhere to be found, as if he had just fled away.
But Voldemort didn't show any relaxed expression on his face. On the contrary, the smile on the corner of his mouth was restrained, and his brows were tightly wrinkled.
The surrounding area is empty, except for the black mist, the silence is terrifying.
Just as Voldemort gripped the wand tighter and tighter, a white equilateral triangle suddenly appeared!
And along the edge of the three lines in this triangle, a black circle emerges in it, and finally a gray line appears, which draws a midline in the triangle and at the same time makes the diameter of the circle !
"Deathly Hallows!"
Voldemort's voice became a little out of control.
"Have you studied its mysteries thoroughly? This is the confidence!"
Dumbledore didn't make a sound. He didn't know when he appeared right behind the Deathly Hallows mark. He was wearing a cloak that could hide his whereabouts, and a ring with a pitch-black gemstone on his finger. The wooden wand goes right through the mark!
A breath far more terrifying than the death curse rises!
A figure with a sickle in his hand and a gray cloak loomed behind Dumbledore!
The expression on Voldemort's face became ferocious, his eyes almost turned into vertical lines, and his whole body turned into that black mist!
"You want to use the power of Grim Reaper! You really think Grim Reaper is a god!"
Just as the sound sounded, gray-white light exploded from the tip of the Elder Wand, Voldemort screamed in the black fog, and at the same time, the black fog turned from black to green at some point, covering the motionless Dumbledore In it!
In an instant, the entire main hall was silent, and all the objects touched by the gray light lost all luster and vitality, as if they were directly deprived of the meaning of existence!
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 effect on Dumbledore, but Voldemort's figure had disappeared without a trace, as if swept by the gray light and vaporized on the spot.
"Poof."
Dumbledore fell to the ground, his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth were bleeding continuously, but the look in his eyes didn't change at all, they were still so dignified and deep.
"Jon, you must be sure. What the **** is he?"