Chapter 982 The Beginning of the Legend
Albert was completely indifferent to the well-meaning persuasion of others. Now that he had made a decision, he was not prepared to change his mind temporarily.
If he doesn't face it with all his strength, he'd better give up as soon as possible. Any hesitation will only add risk to his duel with Voldemort.
Actually, if it weren't for many reasons, Albert would really like Dumbledore to replace him in the duel with Voldemort, which would definitely be interesting.
Unfortunately, the occasion was not right, and Dumbledore obviously could not complete the panel task for him, so this kind of thing was just a thought.
"Wait...this seems to be a good idea." Albert looked in the direction of Voldemort, with a strange light shining in his eyes.
After ignoring Voldemort's malicious intent, Albert took out the gummies from his pocket with a smile and distributed the gummies to others around him.
Dumbledore stopped persuading, picked up a candy, opened the wrapper and stuffed it into his mouth. He chewed it twice, narrowed his eyes slightly, looked up and down Albert's unwavering face, and said with a smile. ,"tasty."
The referee next to him was a little dumbfounded. He looked at Dumbledore suspiciously, then looked at the candy in Albert's hand. He sighed lightly and took one too.
"The final will start in ten minutes. You still have a chance to regret it." Before the referee left, he turned around and added: "It's not shameful to give up. Percival has already lost his face. Dumbledore , please help me persuade him, it is really not worth it to die in a duel, and thank you for the candy, it tastes good."
"confident?"
After the referee left, Dumbledore suddenly asked.
“Do you regret not competing with me?” Albert also took out a candy and put it in his mouth.
“If I knew that this day would come, I would definitely personally...”
"There are no ifs in this world, and no one owes anyone. I'm very happy that you can come." Albert closed his eyes and felt the changes brought about by the Felixir, and said calmly: "This will happen eventually. If I don't show my fists, trouble will still come one after another, not to mention that now that you are here, my safety can be guaranteed to the greatest extent."
“Is it also an opportunity for me?”
"It's not that easy for that guy to kill me." Albert suddenly laughed, "Look, all his attention is on you now."
“It is indeed an opportunity, but the success rate is not high.”
The game came soon, and the two men left the channel one after another and entered the final venue. Compared with the initial noisy atmosphere, the heartbroken audience had little confidence in the final game, or in other words, they had no confidence in Albert.
“I’m really surprised that you didn’t surrender or run away.”
Voldemort originally thought that his plan was going to fail, especially when he saw the group of people encouraging the mudblood to surrender and admit defeat, he almost believed that Albert would surrender directly, but in the end, this guy didn't surrender.
"Although I knew there might be such a day, I didn't expect it to be so early." Albert looked at the blond wizard in front of him and said calmly: "But you, the majestic Dark Lord, actually disguised yourself like this, It really surprised me.”
"you know?"
The expression on Voldemort's face instantly darkened.
“I am a fortune teller, and the result of my divination is: I win.”
A terrifying murderous intention rushed toward him, but it failed to scare Albert away. "Do you think that if your identity is exposed, Professor Dumbledore will attack you together?"
“Stop using your silly little tricks, they’re useless.” Voldemort said expressionlessly.
“You know the result.” Albert raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
Both sides raised their wands and bowed to each other, and the duel began.
Without any hesitation, Albert quickly mobilized the magic power in his body with the help of the elixir. Several iron shields were summoned by him. One of the iron shields faced the black magic flying towards Albert. It exploded into pieces instantly after being hit.
Amidst the astonishing explosion, Albert waved his left hand forward, causing the debris and smoke of the explosion to flow directly towards Voldemort. He himself quickly fired several explosive spells at Voldemort in one breath.
When the fragments of the iron shield enveloped Voldemort, a shocking explosion also sounded, and the ground shook, as if someone fired a cannon at the place where Voldemort was standing.
The spectators in the stands of the stadium were stunned by this scene. They had never thought that Mr. Anderson, who did not like to use black magic, could be so ruthless and planned to kill the opponent from the beginning?
Not only the audience was shocked, but even Dumbledore was also very surprised. The explosive curse just now was not only fast and accurate, but also at a very tricky angle, blocking Voldemort's dodge direction almost at the same time.
After all, I underestimated him too much.
The billowing smoke was suddenly pierced by a magic spell, hitting Albert's iron shield and punching a big hole in it, but Albert had already sensed the danger and dodged in advance.
“It seems that your divination level is not very good, otherwise you would not come to participate in the duel competition.”
From the billowing smoke, Voldemort's hoarse voice came: "Do you think you can survive from my hands? Do you think I need to use some conspiracy to kill you?"
"Are you trying to laugh me to death?" Albert sneered: "When you let Wormtail go to my house and let people come to assassinate me, don't say these words again, it will make people laugh out loud."
Voldemort stopped talking, and there was almost substantial malice in his eyes. He dispersed the surrounding smoke and fired a line of creepy black magic at Albert.
Albert also showed no sign of weakness and used fatal spells on Voldemort. The two spells collided in the void and began to confront each other.
The spectators in the stands widened their eyes. The scene before them seemed familiar. They were all afraid that Albert would follow Pierre's old path.
However, after the spells of both sides collided in the air, there was a stalemate, with no winner or loser!
Voldemort slowly moved aside and strengthened his magical power, trying to use his extraordinary power to suppress Albert and take away his life.
When the red spell gradually pressed towards Albert, all the spectators present widened their eyes and stood up from their chairs. They seemed to see Albert being killed by the spell just like Pierre.
The red light that was originally dominant suddenly stopped and was pushed back by the blue light.
“This…impossible, you’re just a mudblood!”
Voldemort couldn't help but open his eyes wide as he watched the spells being pressed towards him. Voldemort couldn't understand that the other party's magical power was actually more powerful than his own. You must know that the magical power of Mudbloods is usually weaker than that of ordinary wizards. This is the norm, and this guy in front of him is completely abnormal. Even Dumbledore can't. There must be such powerful magical power.
Not only Voldemort, but also Dumbledore, who acted as the referee, was also surprised by Albert's magical power. Logically speaking, Albert should not have reached the peak of his magical power yet (around 30 years old), but it is incredible that he suppressed Voldemort.
Voldemort had no choice but to increase the output of magical power again, and the two sides directly fell into a stalemate, but Voldemort had no intention of continuing the stalemate.
However, Albert was faster than him. With a sudden wave of his left hand, the gravel on the ground suddenly turned into countless stone bullets and accelerated towards Voldemort.
This move is a bit like a salvo, or at all.
Facing the attack from both sides, Voldemort directly interrupted the spell. The devil's flame suddenly emerged as he opened his mouth, and turned directly into a rolling fire snake to swallow up the flying stones, and rushed towards Albert on the opposite side, forcing He gave up his previous spell.
No matter how powerful Albert is, he cannot ignore the Fire Curse.
He waved his wand, blasting the fire snake in front of him that was transformed from the Fire Curse into pieces, and in turn pressed it towards Voldemort. The smile on Voldemort's face that was originally laughing froze instantly. He never thought that the devil's flame could still be Countered by the opponent.
When the churning devil's flames were pressing towards him, Voldemort pulled hard, and the flames were swept behind him, rushing toward the audience behind him, startling the audience in the stands.
The organizers were even more stunned. They never expected that the two men could be so vicious, especially the original referee. If Dumbledore hadn't taken his place, he would probably have turned into a corpse.
“Quick, quick, raise the barrier.”
The battle below became more and more intense, and the spectators in the stands watched with excitement. Countless people were cheering for Albert. However, the Aurors suddenly felt something bad and raised their wands one after another. A milky white barrier rose over the stadium. It shrouded the two people and the referee in the duel field below.
“You can’t escape, it’s two against one now!”
Albert waved the wand in his hand lightly, and Voldemort suddenly felt something bad, and directly summoned a silver shield to block the front.
A low, creepy sound suddenly sounded, as if something terrible was slashing on the shield.
As for the power of magic, just look at the two cuts of ground behind Voldemort.
"nice one."
Albert narrowed his eyes. He suspected that this thing might be a silver shield made by goblins. As for why it wasn't some other defensive magic?
General protective magic would have been directly destroyed after being struck like that just now.
In dealing with Voldemort, Albert did not dare to hold back as he did in the duel with Professor Flitwick. Now he would kill the opponent no matter what.
"You want to kill me?" Voldemort shouted, just hiding behind the shield, making his momentum look a bit lacking, "Do you have any more ruthless black magic than this?"
"That's not black magic. If you want, you can try this again!" Albert narrowed his eyes dangerously, "As long as you don't hide, I guarantee that there will be no bones left of you. By the way, be careful of Dumbledore's sneak attack. , I don’t mind giving up the game at all to give Dumbledore a chance to kill you.”
"As long as I can kill you, I think Mr. Principal will not mind if his reputation is damaged, but it may not be that easy for you to continue resurrecting."
"I must admit." Dumbledore's calm voice came, "Mr. Anderson's proposal is indeed very good."
Yes, this is what Voldemort is worried about.
He was tricked!
Even though Dumbledore was just acting as a referee, if there was a flaw, Voldemort knew that the old man would never care about his reputation and would give him a fatal blow.
The old immortal can definitely do it, which is also the main reason why he is restrained.
At this moment, Voldemort not only had to face the powerful Albert, but also needed to guard against Dumbledore's sneak attack.
asshole!
He finally wanted to give the other party a decent ending.
result?
The mudblood named Anderson is more sinister than he imagined, and has no limits.
"You don't look like a good person, just because you have a lot of attainments in black magic." Voldemort provoked discord, "I'm curious, Dumbledore didn't guard against you or monitor you."
"No, no, I am a good person, and I actually hate black magic and rarely use it. Of course, I usually don't mind using it to deal with guys like you. After all, I am also a pragmatist." Albert finished. , a fireball flew towards Voldemort from the wand piece.
"asshole!"
Not only Voldemort, but also the audience in the stands felt their scalps numb, as if something terrible was about to happen.
Boom!
The sound of the explosion suddenly filled the eardrums, and the terrifying aftermath of the explosion swept across the entire venue. Countless smoke billowed out. What horrified the audience was that the barrier set up by more than a dozen Aurors had been shattered by the aftermath of the explosion. Got it, it’s hard to imagine what would happen to the person at the center of the explosion.
The audience was very anxious, but there was only dust and mist rolling in the sky in front of them, and they could not see clearly what was going on below.
However, the magic light that keeps flickering in the dust and fog proves that the battle below is not over yet.
Everyone couldn't help but swallow their saliva, even the Aurors. If they hadn't propped up the barrier in time, something terrible would have happened.
The Aurors did not dare to gamble and re-deploy the barrier, lest the spectators in the stands suffer unreasonable disasters.
The thick smoke not only did not dissipate, but became thicker. It seemed that someone was deliberately using the smoke spell.
Well, someone did use it deliberately, and the user was clearly Dumbledore. This old man did not hesitate to take action after Albert caused the big explosion, preparing to join forces with Albert to kill Voldemort.
The smoke was so thick anyway, no one could see what was going on inside.
What should I do if I can’t see clearly?
It doesn't matter, Albert had already prepared the elixir and perspective glasses, and even Dumbledore took them, relying on inspiration and intuition to determine Voldemort's specific location.
There is no doubt that Voldemort, as the only one on the field who did not enjoy the treatment of the elixir, was instantly at a disadvantage and could only counterattack according to the direction in which the curse flew.
However, some despicable guy misled Voldemort through a ball of light, and the majestic Dark Lord was actually forced to flee in all directions by the two of them.
If he hadn’t been able to fly, he would have probably been killed by two people!
At this moment, Voldemort was furious. Fortunately, he had been prepared for Dumbledore to take action, so he did not fall prey to the conspiracy of those two bastards.
However, the current situation was not good for him, especially when the Aurors raised the barrier again, which made Voldemort even more angry, and even the way to leave was blocked by others.
However, it would take a lot of time and magical power to break the barrier, and those two people would definitely not give him that chance.
But this could not stop Voldemort.
The devil's flames began to burn fiercely on the barrier, trying to completely swallow up all the smoke and dust.
The spectators in the stands outside could only see darkness. The barrier held up by the Aurors failed to stop the devil's flames and broke and peeled off again.
A black shadow suddenly rushed out from above the broken barrier and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Voldemort has escaped!
It’s all over.
"That guy ran pretty fast!" Albert looked at Voldemort's leaving figure and couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. His strategy was successful. After seeing Dumbledore become the referee, he was not ready to challenge Voldemort to a duel.
It is indeed much easier to force him away.
"It's not easy to keep Voldemort at his level!" Dumbledore said softly: "You did a good job, and leave it to me."
“Then I’ll trouble you.” Albert raised his wand, extinguished the surrounding devil flames, and then received thunderous applause and cheers from the audience.
(End of this chapter)