The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

Voldemort's shield collided with Dumbledore's spell, making a sound like a gong.

Dumbledore's spell was deflected! The shield summoned by Voldemort was unscathed.

Voldemort's scarlet eyes appeared on the shield, and he was extremely satisfied with the shield's protective power. So Voldemort said triumphantly: "Is there a stronger spell? It's not enough - see what you mean, you don't just want me to be locked up in Azkaban!"

Voldemort felt the killing intent from Dumbledore's spell just now.

Dumbledore had completely opposite attitudes towards the Dark Lords of Voldemort and Grindelwald. Grindelwald could choose to be imprisoned in Nurmengard after failing the duel, but Dumbledore was murderous for Voldemort.

This has nothing to do with personal relationships, purely because Voldemort and Grindelwald are two different kinds of people. Grindelwald had ambitions and ideals, so when his ideals came to nothing, he chose self-imposed exile and never stepped out of Nurmengard's gate in his life. He won't make a sleazy operation like jailbreak.

But Voldemort was different. This selfish man has no ideals - his pure-blood supremacy slogan is just a pretense, just a bait hanging in front of the servants, he only cares about himself, and all his actions are for himself. Such a person, no matter how tragically he loses power, will only find a way to make a comeback. For this kind of diehard, Dumbledore could only choose to destroy him physically.

In the face of Voldemort's provocation, Dumbledore was still very calm. In other words, he was already angry to the extreme, but calmed down instead.

"You and I both know that there are many ways to destroy a person, Riddle," he squinted at Voldemort standing in the middle of the field, his robes rattling in the sea breeze and his hair and beard fluttering." I must admit that just taking your life will not satisfy me."

Voldemort laughed hysterically.

"Is there anything scarier than death?! Ah!" Voldemort waved his wand angrily, and this time he waved it for significantly longer and stronger.

He was casting an extremely complicated spell, and the ground of Azkaban was shaking slightly.

For such a long spell, Voldemort would not dare to cast it without the shield in front of him.

Dumbledore's calm expression was broken, and he frowned for the first time today. It was not difficult for Dumbledore to see what Voldemort wanted to do, but it was because he knew what Voldemort wanted to do that Dumbledore felt his anger from the bottom of his heart.

"Playing with the dead..." The wrinkles on Dumbledore's face deepened a bit, and the wand in his hand was held horizontally, and the spells were no less powerful than the spells that had just been blocked.

The spell hit the shield created by Voldemort one after another, and it couldn't penetrate the defense, but the shield was also rapidly fading. Voldemort huddled behind the shield, gaining a few seconds of casting time.

In the end, Voldemort's shield was shattered by Dumbledore, but Voldemort's spell was completed.

"Dumbledore, I'll show you the fear of death!" Voldemort didn't care that his shield was shattered, he laughed hysterically. Amidst the laughter, the ground beneath Voldemort's feet cracked open, and rotting or ossified arms emerged from the soil.

The corpses that Azkaban accumulated over the centuries have now become Voldemort's puppets. He will drive these corpses to fight Dumbledore.

"Each of them used to be a famous dark wizard before their lives, but after death, they can only turn into a lump of stinky meat and let people play with them-isn't that scary?"

For Voldemort, death was the thing that frightened him the most. Death means that everything in life is turned into a cloud, and even the corpse may be desecrated.

Looking at the purgatory-like scene downstairs, Dumbledore shook his head, but there was no change in emotion on his face. He raised his wand, and the new spell was ready to be launched, but at this moment, he felt a change.

A drop of rain fell on the ground, and then the sky was like being stabbed in a hole, and it poured rain.

This change caused Dumbledore to glance at Tom's location, and he knew that his help was coming. Voldemort didn't notice the abnormality at all, and he was even more excited: the rain would limit the fire magic that Dumbledore was very good at - this is even the weather helping him!

Without a wide range of fire magic, how would you remove these zombies, Dumbledore?

Of course the rain was caused by Tom.

Tom didn't even watch when Dumbledore fought Voldemort. He first found a safe place to hide, then took out his small package from his robe, and the package made a sound that didn't match its size.

Tom's hand went in and groped for a while, and took out his magic silver staff from inside.

What better place to cast weather spells than at sea?

He embedded the wand into the wand, and then tried his best to pour his magic power into it. Tom has to thank Dumbledore. Without Dumbledore involving Voldemort's energy, Tom would never have such a comfortable output space.

"Atmospheric-nubilum!"

"Atmospheric-pluvia!"

Two weather spells shot into the sky one after another, achieving unexpected results.

The humidity of the air on the sea is much higher than that of the plains, and there are many dementors in Azkaban, so the weather here has always been cloudy.

Tom's Weather Spell, Soaring Clouds and Weather Spell, Raincaller, caused a storm without even consuming much mana.

After the rain fell~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Azkaban's dirt floor was quickly soaked, and the corpses controlled by Voldemort broke open one by one and climbed out.

"Tom Riddle, what sins you have committed..." Dumbledore looked at the army of undead that filled almost all the open space with a look of disgust.

"What awaits you is purification." Dumbledore glanced at the sky, he knew exactly what was about to happen. However, considering the habit of yordle's spells being indistinguishable between enemy and foe, he secretly prepared a few defensive spells.

"Atmospheric-fulmen!" Tom cast a final weather spell into the sky after the clouds in the sky reached a certain thickness.

The next moment, the dark clouds turned "white".

Voldemort, who was busy manipulating the undead army, raised his head in confusion, and then there was a hint of surprise in his eyes: So it is!

He understood what the spell was about. What made him a little confused was, who cast this powerful weather spell? Dumbledore was wrestling with him, and he had absolutely no interest in such a complicated, time-consuming spell.

He brought help! Voldemort realized in an instant: Cunning Dumbledore!

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