Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“…Dumbledore.”

Under the endless night sky, a black smoke appeared out of thin air, converge toward a certain point in the air, and swirled to draw a path of secret curves.

Those black and white are getting more and more dense, and they are getting together like a whirlpool.

With a low, cold and chilling sound, the black whirlpool suddenly rushed, and a young and elegant young man volleyed and looked calmly toward the white wizard on the ground.

“I am very happy to see you too… Dear Professor Dumbledore.”

When Voldemort was still willing to call himself Tom Riddle, Dumbledore was just a transfiguration teacher at Hogwarts.

It can be said that Voldemort’s “professor” has gone through 40 for the rest of the year, but he is naturally as good as yesterday.

“Respected Professor Dumbledore, you look… but a lot older.” Voldemort’s gentle smile seemed to ignore all the entanglements in this nearly fifty-year period. “I can remember that your hair was still red. It’s brown! It’s completely white now…”

“But you still think about the same.”

Dumbledore is also lightly smiled, but his eyes are sharper, just like to thoroughly see the student in front of him.

“Is it?” Voldemort nodded, as if to agree with Dumbledore’s words, “Thanks to the professor – if you brought me into this wonderful magic world, how can I enjoy this victory over death? ”

“Winning death?” Dumbledore shook his head slightly, looking straight into Voldemort’s eyes, and looked serious. “You are wrong, Tom… For a wizard, death is never a threat or an obstacle.”

Voldemort looked at him calmly, and after a short while, he suddenly chuckled.

“Professor, you are still not good at saying what a joke, I see -“

“Tom,” Dumbledore interrupted his words. “Do you still want to go on that wrong road?”

“Is it enough?” Voldemort raised his eyebrows as if he was laughing at Dumbledore. “Professor, I don’t think you have to be so hypocritical again, because I have seen it from the beginning – seeing your falsehood.” Love!”

“Yeah! Your means are really good. You use these clever empty words to fool the world, to get the world’s people, let them respect you, worship you, and support you…”

“but–“

He said in a gentle tone, but the smile on his face disappeared a little bit, and his eyes gradually became indifferent.

“But, do you think you can use it to fool me?” Voldemort opened his arms and sighed. “All wizards who delve into magic will understand that the biggest enemy of the wizard is time! And the end of time is death!”

“When you suddenly find out that you still have a spell without learning before you die, what else would you say ‘Death is never a hindrance’?”

Dumbledore looked at the stubborn Voldemort, slightly silent for a moment, and finally gently sighed.

“It seems that you will never try to understand…”

As the voice faded, Dumbledore raised Elder Wand in his hand and waved it lightly.

Suddenly, a scarlet beam of light struck straight into Voldemort in the air with a slight vibration. If Marx is here, it will be recognized at a glance – that is the rule of breath!

Although it does not reach the strength of Rule, the power contained in it is more subtle, and the magic power consumption when it is applied is also more economical.

It seems that Dumbledore had already set foot on Rowena’s trials. Although he finally gave up that road, he took a different approach and figured out the mystery of the rules.

When Voldemort saw his heart, his right hand wand lifted up, and a black gas immediately rose out of the air, turning into a dark shield that obscured the path of the scarlet beam.

With a low-pitched, bronze-like sound, the light beam from the Elder Wand tip was blocked by the shield in front of Voldemort, and the overflowing scarlet stream seemed to spread out like a cloud of fog, a glimpse of Voldemort Going behind him.

At this moment, both members of the Order of the Phoenix behind Dumbledore and members of the Death Eater behind Voldemort were all shocked by the horrible power by nearly a hundred feet.

“You don’t want to kill me, Dumbledore.” The black flame in Voldemort’s eyes was madly beating, his eyes slamming over the shield. “Still… are you confessing what I said in disguise?”

“To tell the truth, I was going to destroy you before I met that child, Tom.” Dumbledore said calmly, and suddenly he lifted his leg and walked toward Voldemort.

“We all know that there are many other ways to destroy a person.” He stepped closer to Voldemort, as if he hadn’t put the things in front of him at all. “It’s just taking your life and not satisfying me.” ”

“There is nothing worse than death, Dumbledore!”

Voldemort snarled, and another wave of wand, another piece of black air gathered in a hollow, straight to Dumbledore’s Accio.

Dumbledore still shook his head, and the wand in his hand shook gently. The scarlet beam was like a flame long sword, and it suddenly broke the black gas.

The next second, he was another wand, and the beam of light hung up and hit the Voldemort’s shield.

“peng!”

Another muffled sound, Voldemort moved back and forth with dozens of feet with the black shield in front of him.

“You are really wrong.”

Dumbledore’s voice is very light, just like two people are talking about drinking.

He simply dissipated the light beam of the tip and continued to go to Voldemort. He seemed to walk unprepared and did not make any defense.

“In fact, your biggest failure is that you can’t understand that there are things worse than death -“

To be honest, Dumbledore hasn’t really shot for a long time. No one knows how much strength he has. No one knows how much his understanding of magic has reached.

For Dumbledore, using magic combat is no longer the goal he pursues.

At this moment, as he said – he never intended to end Voldemort’s misdeeds with death, because in Dumbledore’s view, it was not enough to wash the sins he had committed over the years.

What’s more… Death is really not the end.

“No!” Voldemort finally showed his face, and he snarled. “You are the old stubborn who doesn’t understand! You don’t understand, magic is wonderful and cruel!”

The voice did not fall, and he did not see any movements. He was violently exploding in his body and wrapped his whole person into it.

For a time, Voldemort’s whole body of black air was twisted and twisted, and in the twinkling of an eye it became almost exactly the same as the Black Death.

The only difference is that the black gas on Voldemort is more like a black flame that is constantly beating and burning, exuding a disturbing atmosphere.

“Dumbledore… I will let you know what is the real charm of magic!”

Then Voldemort proved that the ability to control the black gas freely is very different.

Maybe he still holds wand, maybe not. Because he was all black, so he couldn’t see it at all, but in any case, the long whip made up of black gas was constantly drawing toward Dumbledore.

But Dumbledore obviously wouldn’t stand in vain, but he saw him wand pointing to the next finger, and the ground immediately bulged a big piece and turned into a rock giant to stop in front of him.

When the giant hand was just formed, Voldemort’s dozens of black and long whip had arrived!

With a whistling whipping sound, the gravel clods splashed, and the rock giant was instantly re-created as a piece of land, but Dumbledore could not hide behind it. The silhouette.

“en?”

Voldemort immediately noticed that he was right, and he immediately turned around, and the black air whip swept away, but it was swept away.

Just then, a scarlet beam of light came straight from underneath him. At a speed, he almost completely unprepared him.

Hit it!

The scarlet beam struck straight up at Voldemort’s feet. In the horror of the Death Eaters, they broke through the black flames on Voldemort and turned them into…

Dumbledore frowned slightly, then another Disapparation, a little farther away.

Voldemort, who had just been hit by his beam of light, re-emerged in the sight of everyone’s surprise, but did not dissipate.

As far as the characteristics of black gas are concerned, there is not much difference with the Black Death. As long as you don’t completely exhaust the magic power contained in it, the situation that Voldemort can turn the whole person into black gas is almost immortal.

It was only a moment, and the blackness re-condensed and changed into the appearance of Tom Riddle. As for the unchanging appearance of the light, as if he had not suffered any harm at all.

“You still don’t understand, Dumbledore?” Voldemort smirked. “I am not dead! Not dead! Didn’t I tell you? I defeated death!”

“is it?”

Dumbledore still looked at him calmly and shook his head faintly.

“I am sorry, because I haven’t been able to teach you anything…” He seemed to be talking and chatting, looking up at Voldemort. “I was told that if I were a teacher, it would not be a good teacher. – That doesn’t suit me.”

“It turns out that she is right!” Dumbledore chuckled with a slight sigh. “Do you know? You and Marx – the two most potential students I have encountered so far! But I actually Didn’t teach you anything…”

“You don’t need me to teach, Marx doesn’t need it,” he said. “Yeah! I should have understood it – life, always have to go on your own, it will make more sense…”

“Thanks to the child of Marx, I finally understood it – but Tom, do you understand?”

Dumbledore wand is another finger, but the smell of the body is very different.

“…sometimes, people are jealous…you should be selfish…”