Chapter 1440 Victory
Facing the oncoming Avada Kedavra, Albert remained calm, and there was no trace of panic on his face. He waved the Elder Wand in his hand, and a golden spell shot out from the tip of the wand, fearlessly facing the green light of death.
The scene of the previous confrontation was repeated again.
Two magic spells, one gold and one green, collided with each other and fell into the struggle of magical power again.
However, after the members of the Defense Association left one after another, Albert was left alone and helpless.
I can only say that things are changing.
The fake Voldemort was besieged by his men before, but now he is in a bad situation of being besieged.
The Dementors, who lost control of the members of the Defense Association, after getting rid of the entanglement of the Patronus, rushed directly towards the battlefield where the two were, preparing to help Voldemort kill Albert.
The addition of dementors undoubtedly tipped the balance of victory, and it seemed that Albert was about to lose due to being besieged.
Unfortunately, the result was not what the Death Eaters wished for.
How could Albert, who had made plans early, allow himself to be besieged and put into a life-and-death crisis?
He had no intention of continuing the stalemate with Voldemort from the beginning. The golden curse surged instantly, and under Voldemort's stunned gaze, it pressed the green light towards him, forcing Voldemort to react in time, which directly led to a certain The unlucky guy who didn't know whether he was dead or not was picked up by Voldemort as a scapegoat. In the end, he was blown into a pile of minced meat by Albert's spell for interrupting the confrontation.
"It's surprising. It seems that losing the original yew wand has made your power extremely weak."
After temporarily forcing Voldemort back, Albert immediately summoned his Patronus and activated his magical power, allowing the Patronus to emit its maximum power. The pale light directly ejected the Dementors who tried to cooperate with Voldemort in besieging him. Fly out.
“It’s enough to kill you, die for me!”
Another piece of black magic flew towards Albert. This time it was finally no longer Avada Kedavra, but it also gave Albert a very dangerous feeling.
Even though the spell was also deadly, Albert never had the idea of rolling to one side to avoid it. He waved his wand and fired a spell, which directly knocked away the deadly black magic used by Voldemort.
It is true that many black magic cannot be blocked by protective magic, but this does not mean that there are no other ways to deal with it.
Whether it is using objects to block or using spells to deflect, it is a good choice, but such superb skills are not something ordinary wizards can do. Only very few extraordinary wizards dare to do that, and the two in front of them are undoubtedly the ones standing in front of them. An extraordinary wizard at the pinnacle of magic.
“You really don’t care about the life and death of your own people!”
Albert glanced at the unlucky guy who was blasted into the sky by the spell that bounced back from Voldemort, and did not forget to give eye drops to others, hoping that they would see clearly what Voldemort was.
It's a pity that there are not many Death Eaters around who can stand up.
No, it should be said that the Death Eaters didn't have the courage to get close at all.
The ones lying on the ground had the most say. As soon as they got closer, they were directly involved in the confrontation between Voldemort and Albert. They suffered misfortunes and fell to the ground before they could get up.
Even the dementors were unwilling to get close to the battlefield and only wandered around the periphery looking for opportunities.
There is nothing we can do, the fighting is terrible over there.
Both sides are very aware of each other's strength, and they did not use any other fancy means. It was just a battle of spells and hard power.
Spells flew out from the tip of the wand and then collided in mid-air. No one knew where the spells they used flew.
“Boom!”
A shock wave spread around, and Voldemort couldn't help but take a few steps back to stabilize his body. His face looked very ugly. In the contest of magical power just now, he did lose a bit miserably.
But... this is the Death Stick that was taken from Dumbledore. It's impossible... No, the Death Stick was just unwilling to show its extraordinary power to his new master, so he was suppressed by the Mudblood in the previous confrontation. . Albert had no interest in knowing what was going on in Voldemort's mind.
He knew very well that he should withdraw, and it would not do any good to continue to struggle with Voldemort.
So he planned to strike first and not give Voldemort any time to react.
After once again driving away the surrounding Dementors who were trying to pounce, Albert waved his wand like a windmill. The snow under their feet was like pages of a book, and it closed with a snap, directly binding Voldemort inside. .
The next moment, the snow exploded and snowflakes flew all over the sky. Voldemort vaguely saw a phoenix swooping down.
That's... Dumbledore's phoenix, and it's trying to catch the mudblood.
“Don’t even think about escaping.”
Voldemort's wand tore through the snow curtain, and a red light was ready to shoot towards the swooping phoenix.
But Albert couldn't make Voldemort do what he wanted. A huge snowball appeared out of thin air above Voldemort's head, and suddenly fell down, directly interrupting the curse that was about to be launched.
"Don't worry, Voldemort can't do anything to me."
After Albert waved his wand and temporarily suppressed Voldemort under the snowball, he still allowed Fawkes to swoop down and grab his shoulders. Amidst Voldemort's angry roar, he disappeared into Fawkes's swirling and burning flame vortex.
Albert disappeared out of thin air.
In fact, the appearance of Fox can only be regarded as an accident. Even without Fox, Albert can still retreat calmly, but in someone's eyes, this is not the case.
Voldemort never thought that after they had made so many arrangements, they would fall short in the end. This was undoubtedly a result that neither Voldemort nor the Death Eaters could accept.
“Damn Mudblood!”
Albert, who had left the headquarters of the Defense Association with the help of Fox, naturally could not hear Voldemort's incompetent roar.
Looking at the shadow that spread its wings across the sky above his head, Albert murmured: "Are you leaving?"
On the day Dumbledore died, Albert deliberately left young Fawkes with him to take care of him, hoping to trigger relevant tasks to keep Fawkes.
Sadly, his hopes were dashed.
After Fox grew up again, the day of departure finally arrived, and it finally spread its wings and flew away with a sweet cry.
well!
I also want a phoenix.
Albert turned around and disappeared into the night. When he appeared again, he was already standing outside the new association headquarters.
Many members of the association have not rested yet and are nervously waiting for the final result in the hall. Everyone is worried about Albert after the break.
The moment the door opened outside, everyone jumped up from their seats and rushed outside to see Albert safe and sound. They all breathed a sigh of relief.
The next moment, people lifted Albert's whole body and threw it into the sky.
To celebrate this great victory, they held a banquet overnight.
yes!
Not only did they thwart Voldemort's plot, but they all survived. There is nothing more worthy of celebration than this.
(End of this chapter)