Dumbledore leaned against a fallen ceiling stone wall, breathing heavily, and at the same time squinted his eyes to see the black mist that was continuously gathering.
The invisibility cloak had come off his body and lost its invisibility effect. The Resurrection Stone had also become dull at this time. Even the Elder Wand was old and dilapidated like a dead branch that was about to dry out in the sun.
For this phenomenon, Dumbledore did not show much surprise. After studying the true power of the three Hallows combined, he knew that such a situation would happen.
Of course, this does not mean that these three things will be completely scrapped in the future, but that the **** of death has temporarily taken away its power, and it will take some time to recover.
But of course Dumbledore's attention is not on the Elder Wand in his hand now. He watched the cloud of black mist condense from an illusion and quickly recondensed into a solid body, and finally changed back to that face, which was extraordinarily pale and full of expression. Handsome man with a smile.
"Ha ha!"
He was laughing, wildly, ostentatiously.
"Reaper, it's really good, the three sacred weapons are really powerful, and then?"
With his hands behind his back, he started pacing around Dumbledore, like a beast tamer in a circus holding a whip around an old lion.
"Do you think the **** of death can kill me? You can't imagine how powerful I am! You can't even feel it!"
His voice was high, as if he was giving an impassioned speech.
"But you are dying, Albus Dumbledore."
Voldemort's voice suddenly became low, and his snake-like pupils just stared at the old man.
"Death can't take my life away! But it looks like it likes you very much."
"So, even if you can kill me once, is the power you use the so-called magic of love?"
He became excited again, snapped his fingers, and the countless damaged buildings around him began to slowly float up, and then reassembled.
"None! Dumbledore! No matter how you look at it, you haven't defeated me! The one who loses in the end is you! It will only be you!"
Facing his sarcasm and ridicule, Dumbledore just leaned back against the stone wall calmly. He didn't seem to have any emotional fluctuations, just looking at Voldemort like this.
"It is indeed a wonderful performance, Riddle, but before you die, I can know how you changed the resurrection method of the Horcrux, so that you can quickly complete the physical body at the place of death while consuming part of your strength resurrected?"
The expression on Voldemort's face suddenly darkened, he grabbed Dumbledore's robe collar suddenly, and pulled him in front of his face!
"Old thing! You are already a dying person, so you don't need to learn so much! How did you know that I was resurrected by relying on the Horcrux!"
"Sometimes, you are always like this, Tom, I can call you that, just like when you used to go to school in Hogwarts Castle. You are very good at acting, but no matter how exaggerated your acting skills are, you just want to cover up It’s just something, isn’t that what you want to hide? Isn’t it a dark secret to use Horcruxes to live forever?”
Voldemort stared intently at Dumbledore's blue pupils, as if he wanted to see something from them, and understand how much Dumbledore knew about him.
But at this level, his Legilimency can't break through Dumbledore's thought wall and see through the biggest secret hidden deep in his brain!
Voldemort couldn't bear it anymore, he raised his wand, grabbed Dumbledore's collar with one hand, and wanted to kill the old man on the spot, and then dig out his brain to see what was hidden inside Suddenly, a dark green spell struck him from behind!
Almost at the moment when Jon's Death Curse came on, Voldemort's whole body was scattered from the entity into the illusory state of black mist again, and Dumbledore, which he had been holding in his hand, fell to the ground.
Voldemort's figure did not condense directly, but rushed towards Jon like a storm and tsunami. But Jon, who appeared in front of the main hall, didn't move at all, his body just flickered suddenly, a golden-red light lit up, and the next moment he appeared next to the fallen Dumbledore.
However, just as Jon was about to grab Dumbledore's arm and use Apparition to leave from here, a golden-red light enveloped them, flickered for a moment, but remained in place!
"The last time he used that phoenix to escape, now there is another phoenix, do you think I will make such a mistake again?"
Voldemort turned back into a human form, looked at Jon, the sarcasm in the corner of his mouth did not disappear in the slightest.
"Very good. Today, not only can we get rid of one, but we can actually get another one. I'm really curious, if the immortal phoenix has been enduring death, can it die after all?"
Jon didn't answer Voldemort's words, he just calmly felt the anti-apparition magic arranged here.
This type of magic is obviously specially strengthened, and even the special apparition of the phoenix can be prevented, but what it forbids is that this hallway is connected to the outside world, and apparation in the hallway is not restricted.
This restricted the way for Jon to escape from here directly with Dumbledore, but it added some bargaining chips for him to face Voldemort here.
Dumbledore looked very tired, exhausted to the extreme, but he still turned his head to look at Jon.
"Are you sure to get out?"
Obviously, he would not ask Jon why he came here to save him. When Jon appeared here, it would be pure nonsense to ask these questions.
Jon just faced Voldemort and slowly held the wand in his hands with both hands. The golden-red flames around him ignited, and after adding the magic power stored in the ring, they burst into an extremely hot light.
"Whether I am sure to go out and talk about it, I can verify first, whether I am sure I have a few tricks with him."
Dumbledore showed a helpless smile, leaning his back against the stone wall, and said softly.
"From now on, everything is up to you to decide. As long as you think about the consequences, no matter what you do, I will support you, Jon."
The smile on Voldemort's face did not disappear, he waved the wand in his hand, and the next moment, black mist surged around him.
"I don't know if he has thought about the consequences of death!"