Voldemort did not ride on a broomstick, but flew on the wind like smoke.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, looking through the darkness in front of him, staring at the mudblood that disgusted him. His lipless mouth trembled slightly, and his voice rang in Albert's ears through the turbulent waves.
"Good evening, Tom."
Albert held the broom with one hand and turned around to say hello to Voldemort, as if he was an old friend for a long time.
"It's really unpleasant to see you, but I have to admit that you have very high attainments in magic. Have you considered finding someone to inherit the knowledge in your head?"
If possible, Albert would like to inherit Voldemort's legacy after his death.
I have no choice but to pick it up ready-made, it tastes so good.
Whether it is from the Wildsmith family, the Flamel couple, or the recently deceased Dumbledore, Albert has inherited an enviable inheritance, which is why he can grow rapidly in a short period of time.
One of the keys to its rise.
As for the famous second-generation Dark Lord in front of him, Albert did not expect that the other party would really leave his inheritance to him.
Although Albert had already inherited part of it in advance, he still wanted the knowledge of non-dark magic that Voldemort studied.
Honestly, there is no faster way to get rich than robbing a BOSS.
Well, he is not a bandit. Everything is done to preserve those precious knowledge.
This is undoubtedly a very difficult task, but Albert still hasn't given up because he has a panel and has also obtained valuable spell-casting skills from Voldemort.
"how dare you!"
Hearing that Albert actually called the name he had abandoned, Voldemort's snake face became more ferocious, his scarlet eyes shone with a frightening light in the darkness, and his pale finger raised the wand——
Avada Kedavra!
Facing the killing curse shot from behind, Albert easily dodged it, just as easily as dodging a flying Bludger on the playing field.
It is not easy to use spells to hit flying targets, especially black magic like Avada Kedavra, which has a long lead time and is not suitable for silent spells.
"Use the Killing Curse to greet you when you meet!"
Albert lowered his wand and reached into the sea. A whirlpool immediately appeared on the rough sea, and gradually expanded into a waterspout in the blink of an eye. In the blink of an eye, Voldemort, who was attacking from behind, was sucked into it.
"Do you think you can hold me back like this?"
With a bang, the waterspout was blown open at the waist, and Voldemort flew out from it. He could see through Albert's purpose of delaying time at a glance.
However, before Voldemort could make his next move, he suddenly felt threatened and suddenly looked up at the dark night sky above.
The water droplets all over the sky turned into heavy rain pear blossom needles, spinning like drills towards Voldemort. If he were an ordinary wizard, he would probably be stabbed to the core by the sudden sneak attack.
Voldemort sneered and fired a red beam from the tip of his wand, directly piercing the storm of flying needles heading towards him.
However, he did not completely stop the incoming rain of needles. These flying needles seemed to come alive and still attacked Voldemort overwhelmingly.
"What a hassle!"
Voldemort was extremely angry that he was really held back by a mere mudblood's tricks. A hot black flame rolled up from the tip of his wand and quickly turned into a sea of black fire that filled the sky, completely wiping out the raindrops coming from the front.
ignite.
After the devil's flame annihilated the flying needle that Albert used to drag Voldemort, it directly turned into a firebird with spread wings, and flew forward under the control of Voldemort, easily solving the incoming crisis in the blink of an eye.
"Devil Flame!"
Looking at the devil's flame that even ignited the sea water, Albert turned around and shot out a flame. The black flame fell on the turbulent sea, instantly igniting the surrounding sea water and forming a winged griffon.
Under control, he collided head-on with the flying Firebird.
The two demonic flames collided with each other, and did not merge as a result. Instead, the collision stirred up a large wall of fire composed of demonic flames, and there were signs of rolling back towards Voldemort, almost catching the oncoming Dark Lord.
engulf.
"Damn it!"
A big hole suddenly opened in the black wall of fire. Voldemort flew out of the devil's flame, his face became even more gloomy, and the devil's flame on his robe was gradually extinguished.
After a brief fight, even if Voldemort didn't want to admit it, he realized how difficult the guy in front of him was. He had grown to the point where even Voldemort couldn't easily kill him.
Sometimes Voldemort even couldn't help but suspect that the guy in front of him was actually Dumbledore's favorite disciple, the old guy's back-up man who stayed against him, and the real savior.
As for Harry Potter, what a savior.
Voldemort still can't accept the fact that he was defeated by that kind of thing. It was simply a shame for him.
"We must kill that guy before he fully grows up."
Looking at Albert's retreating back, Voldemort felt an increasing sense of urgency. The guy was obviously stronger than the last time they fought.
The next moment, Voldemort disappeared out of thin air.
When he reappeared, he was standing on the deck of the ship.
Albert, who was originally wary of Voldemort, seemed to have noticed something. He suddenly turned his broom to one side, and a green spell passed by his side. Voldemort was almost successfully attacked by surprise.
Albert suddenly grabbed the broom and suspended it in mid-air. He watched Voldemort and the ship sailing toward the storm-covered sea ahead. He tapped the magic bracelet on his left wrist with his wand, sending a message to Dobby to remind them that it was time to run away.
"So, are you planning to use your people to threaten me?" Albert looked at Voldemort with a strange expression.
"It seems you don't care about their life or death."
Voldemort found that the chips he obtained could not threaten Albert. It should be said that the threat did play some role, but the effect was not great.
"I cherish my own life more. As for the guys in the boat, I can only say I'm sorry, and I believe there must be your servants in there too!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Albert disappeared together with his broomstick.
Voldemort appeared beside him out of thin air, planning to attack him while he was talking.
This time, Voldemort did not use Avada Kedavra, but the same deadly black magic.
"Insidious guy!"
Albert glanced at the completed panel task, waved his wand and rolled up the seawater under his feet, turning it into a giant mouth to swallow Voldemort.
Of course, this was just a bluff, a cover for retreat.
Before Voldemort could break through that ridiculous attack, Albert dived into the storm and prepared to escape. He did not intend to continue to entangle with Voldemort here. If he was accidentally tricked by him, he would suffer a big loss.
As for going into the cabin to rescue Sirius and the three others, Albert was not worried. As long as the house elf Dobby was still there, they could easily escape with them. As for solving the dark wizard in the cabin, it was not necessary.
What a waste of time, after all Albert's spies are inside.
Want to escape!
Voldemort waved his wand, and a bolt of lightning struck directly at Albert's location, causing the figure to fall directly from under the broom.
At this moment, Voldemort saw the opportunity to kill the Mudblood, and he directly apparated beside Albert, preparing to use Avada Kedavra to end his life.
However, by the time he read Avada Kedavra, it was already too late.
Because Voldemort discovered that the figure was not Albert, but a dummy wearing the same clothes.
Yes, that's a dummy.
After being hit by Avada Kedavra, he was completely turned into a pile of waste.
With a bang, a bolt of thunder flashed across the storm, striking directly at Voldemort who was caught off guard, knocking the famous Dark Lord into the sea.
By the time Voldemort emerged from the sea, Albert had already been lost in the storm.
The shameful guy escaped.
"Damn Mudblood, I must kill you with my own hands."
Voldemort's angry roar was quickly swallowed up by the surrounding storm.
In fact, as long as Voldemort is rational, he will realize that when the two parties are at this level, once one person really wants to escape, it will be difficult for the other person to kill him.
This is one of the reasons why Albert never thought of trying to kill Voldemort.
However, Voldemort, who was carried away by his anger, apparently did not realize that when he first stepped into the cabin, he saw the swaying Dark Wizard.
There are no prisoners left.
"Port key?"
Voldemort raised his wand and swept it across the traces left by Sirius and his group when they left, preparing to follow them.