Voldemort's shield collided with Dumbledore's curse, making a gong-like sound.
Dumbledore's spell was deflected! The shield summoned by Voldemort was undamaged.
Voldemort's scarlet eyes appeared on the shield, and he was extremely satisfied with the shield's protective power. So Voldemort said proudly: "Is there a stronger spell? This level is not enough - it depends on what you mean, you
You don’t just want me to be imprisoned in Azkaban!”
Voldemort felt murderous intent from Dumbledore's spell just now.
Dumbledore had completely opposite attitudes towards the two Dark Lords Voldemort and Grindelwald. After Grindelwald failed in the duel, he could choose to be imprisoned in Nurmengard, but for Voldemort, Dumbledore decided to kill him.
Heart.
This has nothing to do with personal relationships, purely because Voldemort and Grindelwald are two different people. Grindelwald was ambitious and had ideals, so when his ideals came to nothing, he chose self-exile and never moved forward throughout his life.
Get out of the gate of Nurmengard. He won't do anything crazy like a jailbreak.
But Voldemort is different. This selfish man has no ideals - his slogan of pure blood supremacy is just a cover, 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 miserably he loses power, will only find a way to make a comeback. For such a die-hard, Dumbledore can only choose to destroy him physically.
Facing Voldemort's provocation, Dumbledore remained very calm. In other words, he was extremely angry and 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. The sea breeze rustled his robes and made his hair and beard flutter. "
I must admit that just taking your life would not satisfy me."
Voldemort laughed hysterically.
"Is there anything more terrifying than death?! Ah!" Voldemort waved his wand angrily. This time he waved it for significantly longer and with greater intensity.
He was casting an extremely complex spell, and the ground in Azkaban was shaking slightly.
Voldemort would not have dared to cast such a long spell without a 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 understood what Voldemort wanted to do that Dumbledore
Only then did I feel the anger from within.
"Playing with the dead..." The wrinkles on Dumbledore's face deepened a bit, and he raised the wand in his hand, and a series of spells that were no less powerful than the spells he had just blocked were released from the tip of the wand.
The spells hit the shield conjured by Voldemort one after another. They were unable to penetrate the defense, but the shield also quickly melted. Voldemort huddled behind the shield and gained a few seconds of casting time.
In the end, Voldemort's shield was shattered by Dumbledore, but Voldemort's spell was completed.
"Dumbledore, I will show you the fear of death!" Voldemort didn't care at all that his shield was shattered. He burst into hysterical laughter. During the laughter, the ground under Voldemort's feet cracked.
Opening up, arms that were either rotten or turned into bones emerged from the soil...
The corpses accumulated in Azkaban for hundreds of years have now become Voldemort's puppets. He will use these corpses to fight Dumbledore.
"Each of them was once a well-known dark wizard during their lifetime, but after death they can only be turned into a ball of smelly meat and allowed to be manipulated by others - isn't this terrifying?"
For Voldemort, death is the thing that scares him the most. Death means that everything in life will be turned into clouds, and even the body may be desecrated.
Looking at the purgatory-like scene downstairs, Dumbledore shook his head. There was no change in emotion on his face. He raised his wand, and a new spell was ready to be cast, but at this time, he felt a change.
A drop of rain fell on the ground, and then it rained heavily, as if someone had stabbed a hole in the sky.
This change caused Dumbledore to glance at Tom's position, and he knew that his help was coming. Voldemort did not notice the abnormality at all, but he was even more excited: the rain would limit the fire magic that Dumbledore was very good at——
Even the weather is helping him!
Without a large range of fire magic, Dumbledore, how do you get rid of these zombies?
Of course Tom caused the rain.
When Dumbledore and Voldemort were dueling, Tom did not watch. He first found a safe place to hide, and then took out his small package from his robe. The package made a sound that did not match its size.
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Tom reached in and groped for a while, and took out his magic silver staff.
What better place to cast a weather spell than at sea?
He embedded the wand into the staff, and then poured his magic into it with all his strength. Tom had to thank Dumbledore. Without Dumbledore's involvement in Voldemort's energy, Tom would never have such a comfortable output space.
"Atmospheriubilum!"
"Atmospheric-pluvia!"
Two weather spells were shot into the sky one after another, achieving unexpected results.
The air humidity on the sea is much higher than that on the plains, and there are many Dementors in Azkaban, so the weather here is always cloudy.
Tom's Weather Spell: Soaring Clouds and Weather Spell: Calling Rain caused a storm without even consuming much magic power.
After the rain came down, the dirt floor of Azkaban was quickly soaked, and the corpses controlled by Voldemort broke through the ground one by one and crawled out.
"Tom Riddle, what a sin you have committed..." Dumbledore looked at the undead army that almost filled all the open spaces, showing a look of disgust.
"What awaits you is purification." Dumbledore glanced at the sky. He knew exactly what was about to happen. However, considering that Yodel's spells always had the habit of not distinguishing between friend and foe, he secretly prepared several defensive spells.
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"Atmospheri!" After the cloud thickness in the sky reached a certain level, Tom fired the last weather spell into the sky.
The next moment, the dark clouds turned "white".
Voldemort, who was busy controlling the undead army, raised his head in confusion, and then a hint of realization appeared in his eyes: So that's it!
He understood what this spell was about. But what puzzled him a little was, who cast such a powerful weather spell? Dumbledore was fighting with him and had no intention of doing such a complicated and time-consuming task.
The spell.
He brought help! Voldemort instantly understood: Cunning Dumbledore!