A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 600: Ouroboros

Strong emotions across space, with each other's hearts as a bond, descended on the fierce battlefield.

Voldemort, with a burning desire to kill, waved his wand——

"Boom!"

His snakewood staff let out a loud, echoing crack, followed by a large amount of black air gushing from his body. . .

"Harry Potter!?"

Voldemort yelled in disbelief, he was sure he heard the boy's voice, not a hallucination. He looked around at the smoke that hadn't dissipated, as if a person would suddenly jump out of it.

But it's impossible. Before the official duel, he placed warning spells all over the valley.

Voldemort suddenly disappeared and appeared on the edge of the battlefield. The dark magic power boiling on his body seemed to escape uncontrollably. As soon as he left his body, they betrayed their master and turned into dense maggots, clinging to Voldemort's body On the robe, on the hands, on the face... to swallow him up.

But Voldemort didn't care, the dreaded magical backfire was nothing to him, "Come out, Harry Potter!" There was a sneaky figure.

He suddenly realized, and then he was so angry that he wanted to rush into Hogwarts castle immediately and tear Harry to pieces who tried to sabotage his plan repeatedly.

But he finally pushed Dumbledore to a corner, how could he just give up? What's more, his Horcrux is still in Dumbledore's hands! Therefore, he could only suppress his resentment and unwillingness, trying to drive Harry Potter out of his mind.

But he soon realized that it would not be easy. The kid on the opposite side was like a jelly candy, refusing to leave.

For a while, the good situation seemed to be reversed, and he was caught in a triple crisis at the same time-Harry Potter penetrated into his mind and thoughts; ——Voldemort was very angry at himself for wasting a great opportunity, and his hatred for Harry deepened in his heart.

But he couldn't help feeling some disturbing worry, that prophecy... that prophecy that he had never had the chance to witness in full view... the person who has the ability to defeat the Dark Lord is approaching...

Why is he! ?

Intense anger welled up in my heart and burned blazingly. The black robe on Voldemort's body swelled up, and the maggots attached to it fell to the ground one after another, turning into black magic power again.

He opened his mouth and took a breath, and the magic came back again.

Then he quickly set up several lines of defense in his mind, barely isolating Harry Potter's influence on him - if he was given time, he could easily drive the enemy out, but now he can't separate the extra Energy, only passive defense;

Two troubles settled, he stared at the gradually clearing dust, and the looming figure of Dumbledore showed him standing up. Voldemort didn't care, the previous battle had shown that old man Dumbledore was no longer his opponent.

It's just that it's not clear if it's an illusion, Dumbledore's silhouette seems to be a little taller.

Did he step on a rock?

"Zheng!"

The chilling trill echoed in the valley.

As if provoked by some kind, there was a noisy "hissing" sound-this was some kind of profound magic arranged by Voldemort with the snake stick. The ubiquitous snake sound is like a curse, and it will attach to Dumbledore if he is not careful.

But now this magic is broken, at least half of it is broken, the two voices complement each other, and neither can overwhelm the other.

"Is this your trump card, Dumbledore—" Voldemort said with a smirk, "Do you know what happened just now? I found a guest for our duel, and he took the initiative to barge in, To act as a witness...he will witness how you are defeated, and then, I will be very happy...to return the 'surprise' he brought me."

"Really, Tom? I don't think it will be such a trouble, I will thank him personally." said Dumbledore.

Voldemort squinted his snake-like eyes, and his scarlet eyes, whose pupils were like slits, fixedly stared at the opposite side. The displeasure in his heart made him ignore some abnormalities in the tone. He said in a high-pitched, evil voice: "You are still so stubborn, Dumbledore, when I stomped you underfoot, I, I—"

He took a deep breath, holding his words in his throat, as if someone had suddenly strangled his neck.

The smoke and dust have completely dissipated.

Dumbledore looked completely different.

He used to be tall and thin, with a slightly bent waist, but now his back is straight; most of his gray beard, which was long enough to be tucked into his belt, fell off, and right in front of Voldemort's eyes, the last long beard fell off, and then Thin reddish-brown stubble protruded from his smooth chin, growing wildly, and turned into a tight beard in the blink of an eye, which was exactly the same color as his hair at the moment.

The deep wrinkles at the corners of the eyes and on the forehead were quickly smoothed out, the slightly shriveled cheeks became fuller, and the nose that had been broken at least twice seemed to be completely uninjured, and it became upright and straight. Dumbledore stretched out his slender and strong fingers, and the Elder Wand trembled excitedly in his hand. It was it that made the whistling sound when it confronted the Snakewood Wand just now.

Anyone who sees this wand will not doubt its extraordinary, and the magic power entwined on it is frightening. But Voldemort was stingy and didn't pay any attention, all his attention was focused on the face that belonged to the middle-aged man.

"Dumbledore?" Voldemort asked awkwardly.

"Please forgive me...the change is a bit big, but this is really me."

Dumbledore turned his wrist lightly, and the Elder Wand responded eagerly. The power of the spell shot from the wand made Voldemort terrified. He blocked the spell with difficulty, but the aftermath left small wounds on his body like a knife.

"Impossible!" Voldemort yelled, pumping the magic in his body and pouring it into the wand. But Dumbledore suddenly appeared in front of him, grabbing the snakewood wand with one hand, and the tip of the old wand transformed into half of a gleaming blade, slashing towards Voldemort's chest.

Blood splatters.

Voldemort turned into a cloud of black mist and appeared from a distance. The astonishment and shock in his eyes hadn't dissipated in time. It was too fast. Dumbledore's attack speed was far beyond imagination, and the change was as big as two different people.

No, they were originally two people!

One is very old; the other is in the prime of life. Dumbledore in his prime had not seen many people in this era, but Voldemort met him today. He raised his head in a panic, surrounded by clouds and mist in the sky, condensing a lot of magic power.

The air became sticky, pressing against him from all directions, and he felt like a small bug in the resin, making it difficult to even Apparate.

With no time to react, Voldemort used the Fiercefire Curse.

Fireflame condensed into a fiery snake, and this huge monster pressed **** Dumbledore. Dumbledore waved his wand, and the soil rippled and sank like water waves, like a barrier lake. Fiercefire struggled , but got deeper and deeper, and finally disappeared completely.

Dumbledore looked at Voldemort with sharp blue eyes, which seemed to mean, don't try to escape this time. Voldemort was a little frightened. He had never seen Dumbledore in this state, but he was unwilling to let him leave. He could see that this state would not last long...

Perhaps you can stall for time?

No, he didn't believe Dumbledore could break his Killing Curse.

"Avada eats a big tile!"

Voldemort tried his best. The dazzling green light converges like water, and the Killing Curse seems to be solid, condensing into a green-robed **** of death wielding a sickle—this is the portrayal of Voldemort's heart. He claims to have conquered death, can control death, and what could be more powerful than driving death Show your identity?

The green-robed **** of death violently swung his sickle, and the green light bloomed, and the deep valley was reflected like a ghost. The startled bird flew halfway and fell powerlessly. All creatures—trees, birds, small animals, even stones, soil, and dead leaves lost their original colors, as if they had been given life for a short time before being completely given death.

The green light from the death sickle seemed to dissolve everything, and the area where the two fought continued to sink.

But it's still blocked.

The clouds in the sky were torn off and surrounded Dumbledore, undergoing a series of complex deformations. Dumbledore waved his wand, and the gorgeous fire cloud was released like a spell, condensing into a red light, wrapping around the green-robed Death, together with its sickle.

"You want to use this thing against Death?" Voldemort growled, frantically pouring magic power into his wand. The tip of the rod and the green-robed God of Death are connected by a green chain, providing it with a steady stream of strength and helping it break free from its shackles.

The green light became stronger and more powerful. The Huoshaoyun wrapped around the green-robed Grim Reaper sizzled, but then a burst of golden light erupted, just like the sunset glow in the sky. The golden light imprinted on the Huoshaoyun and transformed into Mysterious lines are formed on the chains.

It's not Transfiguration—at least not entirely, and few people seem to be aware of Dumbledore's other identity, the master alchemist. Then Dumbledore threw all the clouds around him into it, and the golden and red chains rattled, writhing as if they were alive, and finally parted a thread from Death, along the green-robed Death and Voldemort. The magical connection between extends to the opposite side.

Voldemort's eyes widened as the red-gold thread climbed onto Voldemort's snakewood staff, and his wrists suddenly tensed.

He lost.

Had to go, he wanted to Apparate away, but found himself unable to move, Voldemort bowed his head, his feet were tangled in the overgrown green grass, the surging magic power and flickering magic symbols on the grass blades Let his heart fall a little bit.

The golden-red chains condensed by the burning clouds locked Voldemort, and it became tighter and tighter. The magic power in his body slowly died down, and finally he was forced to let go, and the snakewood staff fell to the ground. The green-robed Grim Reaper, who had lost the support of his magic power, dissipated little by little.

Voldemort fell to the ground and looked at Dumbledore, who had a calm, albeit quite different face.

"What are you going to do next, kill me?" Voldemort asked fiercely.

Dumbledore didn't speak, he took a few steps back, sat on a makeshift chair with slender legs, and looked at Voldemort wearily. His face was gradually covered with wrinkles again, became wrinkled, and lost its luster... In just two or three minutes, a century has passed.

Voldemort seemed to forget that he was lying on the ground, and that he was defeated and captured, and watched the scene quietly.

"Is it worth it?"

"Worth it," said Dumbledore, in a soft but firm voice, "I am much older, more experienced, and of much lesser value than anyone else. Besides—I am responsible for what you have done There are unshirkable responsibilities, of course not all - I am not that arrogant, but I did bring you into the magical world."

"Hypocrisy." Voldemort sneered, when there was a howling sound in the distance, "Oh, someone is coming, let me guess, from the Ministry of Magic? Unlikely, you can't trust them; Order of the Phoenix? Those people are vulnerable...is it Felix Hemp?"

Dumbledore shook his head, "I don't know either. I didn't tell anyone where the duel was going. Let's wait and see."

After he finished speaking, the two fell silent.

Dumbledore's gaze swept across the dilapidated valley. Right now, this picturesque place was completely ruined, pitted and scorched. He stared down at the Elder Wand, which seemed dead and motionless.

"What's its name?" Voldemort asked suddenly.

Dumbledore hesitated and said, "The Elder Wand."

For a moment Voldemort's expression was wonderful. "So that's it." He said in a low voice, "I have searched for its whereabouts... but it doesn't seem to be obedient."

"It craves blood, it craves strife, and I can't satisfy it," Dumbledore explained.

Voldemort looked away from the Elder Wand, stared at the hideous calm old face on the chair, and said viciously: "You are doing nothing, you know, Dumbledore?"

"I hold the exact opposite view of you," said Dumbledore curtly, moving himself down to make himself more comfortable.

"Will you not give me a chair?" Voldemort said playfully.

Dumbledore smiled, "You seem optimistic—but I don't think it's necessary, you will be transferred to a new place soon."

"Don't tell me it's Azkaban? I don't believe you are so naive." Voldemort licked his lips and asked tentatively.

"I'm not naive, I just have expectations of human nature." Dumbledore corrected, "I once thought, if I could give you more care and less vigilance, would you still be like this? "

Voldemort was a little stunned, and he sneered mercilessly: "You still say you are not naive? Dumbledore, are you going to explain to me again the most powerful force in your mind-love? I am very young When you are here—before you meet you, you realize the importance of strength. It will win you awe and obedience from the weak—you can’t kill me, Dumbledore, I will make a comeback. Just chatting, I figured out something related to our guest, my little friend Harry Potter..."

He suddenly closed his mouth, raised his head, and a figure descended from the sky.

It was Felix, who landed on the ground and looked around like a traveler who has strayed into this place. Then he walked towards them, brisk on his feet, and seemed in a pretty good mood.

"There you are, Felix Hemp," said Voldemort hoarsely, greeting him like an old friend. "We just talked about you."

"Thank you, I'm honored." Felix said, bypassing Voldemort on the ground, and pushing back Voldemort who was struggling to sit up when passing by, then walked straight to Dumbledore, and looked at him seriously He glanced and asked "Are you okay?"

"It's never been so easy." Dumbledore said jokingly, his eyes still stayed on Voldemort, to be precise, behind him, he seemed to find something interesting, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth .

But Voldemort interpreted the smile as sarcasm, and his face contorted.

"It just happened to happen," Felix seemed to be explaining why he appeared here, "with Kreacher, but I didn't let him come over. He is a little emotional now."

"It's that... oh, I see." Dumbledore blinked and whispered.

"Speaking of which, Albus——" Felix frowned subconsciously, "You look a lot older, is it an illusion? There are a few more wrinkles than when I was counting."

"Have you counted yet?" Dumbledore asked curiously.

"Of course, those are the wrinkles on Albus Dumbledore's face. This is important information." Felix said pretending to be serious, Voldemort's red eyes became evil and cold, and the two looked at him His ignorance made him feel intensely humiliated.

"I still have something to say, but it seems unnecessary." He said in a cold tone.

"Yes, I should have thought of it earlier." Dumbledore said solemnly.

Voldemort glared at Dumbledore. Of course he would not give up easily. Even if his magic power is bound now and the snakewood staff is lost, at least he can still do one thing.

He sneered, staring deeply at Dumbledore and Felix, as if he wanted to engrave the faces of these two people into his soul, then he closed his eyes and waited quietly. It won't be long before he will usher in a rebirth, because immediately——

He is going to die.

Dumbledore and Felix watched him without moving. After a few seconds, Voldemort opened his eyes wide, his snake-like pupils trembling, "How——what did you——"

Dumbledore shook his head slightly and waved his wand~IndoMTL.com~The **** on Voldemort's body disappeared.

But Voldemort was not free, another force bound him. He lowered his head laboriously, looking at the dark green snake tail that pierced through his chest. It seemed illusory and did not cause physical harm, but it was this thing that locked his soul and trapped him in this body.

Massive emotions surged.

Then, Voldemort was dragged from the ground, hanging limply in mid-air, like a disheveled dementor with its hood off. He struggled to raise his head, and saw a huge hideous snake head approaching him, with arcs of different colors jumping on the edge of each dark green scale.

"Shou-Guardian God?"

Felix nodded at him.

The giant snake opened its mouth wide, and Voldemort's eyes went dark for an instant.

Dumbledore and Felix witnessed the giant snake swallow Voldemort in one gulp, and swallowed its own tail by the way. It circled in the air like a kitten or puppy chasing its own tail, forming a standard mouthpiece. Snake pattern.