Albert was completely indifferent to the well-intentioned persuasion of others. Now that he had made a decision, he was not prepared to change his mind temporarily.
If he doesn't face it with all his strength, he should give up as soon as possible. Any hesitation will only add risk to his duel with Voldemort.
In fact, if it weren't for many reasons, Albert really wanted Dumbledore to replace him in the duel with Voldemort, which would definitely be interesting.
Unfortunately, the occasion was not right, and Dumbledore obviously could not complete the panel task for him, so this kind of thing was just a thought.
"Wait...this seems to be a good idea." Albert looked in the direction of Voldemort, with a strange light shining in his eyes.
After ignoring Voldemort's malicious intent, Albert took out the gummies from his pocket with a smile and distributed the gummies to others around him.
Dumbledore stopped persuading, picked up a candy, opened the wrapper and stuffed it into his mouth. He chewed it twice, squinted his eyes slightly, looked up and down Albert's unwavering face, and said with a smile.
,"tasty."
The referee next to him was a little dumbfounded. He looked at Dumbledore suspiciously, then looked at the candy in Albert's hand. He sighed lightly and took one too.
"The final will start in ten minutes. You still have a chance to regret it." Before leaving, the referee turned around and added: "It's not shameful to give up. Percival has already lost his face. Dumbledore
, please help me persuade him again, it is really not worth it to die in a duel, and thank you for the candy, it tastes good."
"confident?"
After the referee left, Dumbledore suddenly asked.
"Do you regret not competing with me?" Albert also took out a candy and put it in his mouth.
"If I knew that this day would come, I would definitely personally..."
"There are no ifs in this world, and no one owes anyone anything. I'm very happy that you can come." Albert closed his eyes and felt the changes brought about by the Felixir, and said calmly: "This will happen eventually.
If I don't show my fists, trouble will still come one after another, not to mention that now that you are here, my safety can be guaranteed to the greatest extent."
"Is it also an opportunity for me?"
"It's not that easy for that guy to kill me." Albert suddenly laughed, "Look, all his attention is on you now."
"It is indeed an opportunity, but the success rate is not high."
The game came soon, and the two men left the tunnel one after another and entered the final venue. Compared with the initial noisy atmosphere, the heartbroken audience had little confidence in the last game, or in other words, they had no confidence in Albert.
"It really surprised me that you didn't surrender and ran away."
Voldemort originally thought that his plan was going to fail, especially when he saw the group of people encouraging the mudblood to surrender and admit defeat, he almost believed that Albert would surrender directly, but in the end, this guy didn't surrender.
"Although I knew there might be such a day, I didn't expect it to be so early." Albert looked at the blond wizard in front of him and said calmly: "But you, the majestic Dark Lord, actually disguised yourself like this,
It really surprised me.”
"you know?"
The expression on Voldemort's face instantly darkened.
"I am a fortune teller, and the result of my fortune telling is: I win."
A terrifying murderous intention rushed toward him, but it failed to scare Albert away. "Do you think that if your identity is exposed, will Professor Dumbledore attack you together?"
"Stop using your boring tricks, they're useless." Voldemort said expressionlessly.
"You know the result." Albert raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
After both sides raised their wands and bowed to each other, the duel began.
Albert did not hesitate. With the help of the elixir, he quickly mobilized the magic power in his body. Several iron shields were summoned by him. One of the iron shields faced the black magic flying towards Albert.
It exploded into pieces instantly after being hit.
Amidst the astonishing explosion, Albert waved his left hand forward, causing the explosion debris and smoke to flow directly towards Voldemort. He himself quickly fired several explosive spells at Voldemort in one breath.
When the fragments of the iron shield enveloped Voldemort, a shocking explosion also sounded, and the ground shook, as if someone fired a cannon at the place where Voldemort was standing.
The spectators in the stands of the stadium were stunned by this scene. They had never thought that Mr. Anderson, who did not like to use black magic, could be so ruthless and planned to kill the opponent from the beginning?
Not only the audience was shocked, but even Dumbledore was also very surprised. The wave of explosive curses just now was not only fast and accurate, but also at a very tricky angle. It almost blocked the direction of Voldemort's dodge at the same time.
After all, I underestimated him too much.
The billowing smoke was suddenly pierced by a magic spell, hitting Albert's iron shield and punching a big hole in it, but Albert had already sensed the danger and dodged in advance.
"It seems that your divination skills are not very good, otherwise you would not come to participate in the duel competition."
Voldemort's hoarse voice came from the billowing smoke: "Do you think you can survive from my hands? Do you think I need to use some conspiracy to kill you?"
"Do you want to laugh me to death?" Albert sneered: "When you let Wormtail go to my house, when you let people come to assassinate me, stop saying these words, it will make people laugh out loud."
Voldemort stopped talking, and there was almost substantial malice in his eyes. He dispersed the surrounding smoke and fired a line of creepy black magic at Albert.
Albert also showed no sign of weakness and used fatal spells on Voldemort. The two spells collided in the void and began to confront each other.
The spectators in the stands widened their eyes. This scene before them seemed familiar. They were all afraid that Albert would follow Pierre's old path.
However, after the spells of both sides collided in the air, there was a stalemate, with no winner or loser!
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Voldemort slowly moved aside and strengthened his magical power, trying to use his extraordinary power to suppress Albert and take away his life.
As the red spell gradually pressed towards Albert, all the audience's eyes widened and they stood up from their chairs. They seemed to see Albert being killed by the spell just like Pierre.
The red light that was originally dominant suddenly stopped and was pushed back by the blue light.
"This... is impossible, just a mudblood!"
Voldemort couldn't help but open his eyes wide, watching the spells keep coming towards him. Voldemort couldn't understand that the other party's magical power was actually more powerful than his own. You must know that the magical power of Mudbloods is usually weaker than that of ordinary wizards. This is normal, and
The guy in front of me is completely abnormal. Even Dumbledore may not have such powerful magical power.
Not only Voldemort, but also Dumbledore, who was in charge of acting as the referee, was surprised by Albert's magical power. Logically speaking, Albert should not have reached the peak of his magical power yet (around 30 years old), but he actually suppressed Voldemort.
It's incredible.
Voldemort had no choice but to increase the output of magical power again, and the two sides directly fell into a stalemate, but Voldemort had no intention of continuing the stalemate.
However, Albert was faster than him. With a sudden wave of his left hand, the gravel on the ground suddenly turned into countless stone bullets and accelerated towards Voldemort.
This move is a bit like a salvo, or at least it is.
Facing the attack from both sides, Voldemort directly interrupted the spell. The devil's flame suddenly emerged as he opened his mouth, directly turning into a rolling fire snake that swallowed up the flying stones, and rushed towards Albert on the opposite side, forcing him to
He gave up his previous spell.
No matter how powerful Albert is, he can't ignore the Fire Curse.
He waved his wand and exploded the fire snake in front of him that was transformed by the Fire Curse, and then pressed it towards Voldemort. The smile on Voldemort's face that was originally laughing froze instantly. He never thought that the devil's flame could actually be
Countered by the opponent.
When the churning devil's flames were pressing towards him, Voldemort pulled hard, and the flames were swept behind him, rushing towards the audience behind him, startling the audience in the stands.
Fortunately, the Aurors guarding the spectator stands took action in time and extinguished the rolling devil's flames. Otherwise, we don't know how many unlucky spectators would have been affected and died innocently.
The organizer was even more shocked. They had no idea that the two men could be so vicious, especially the original referee. If Dumbledore hadn't taken his place, he would probably have turned into a corpse.
"Quick, quick, raise the barrier."
The battle below became more and more intense. The spectators in the stands watched with excitement. Countless people were cheering for Albert. However, the Aurors suddenly felt something bad and raised their wands. A milky white barrier rose over the stadium.
It shrouded the two people and the referee in the duel field below.
"You can't escape, it's two against one now!"
Albert waved the wand in his hand lightly, and Voldemort suddenly felt something bad, and directly summoned a silver shield to block the front.
A low, creepy sound suddenly sounded, as if something terrible was slashing on the shield.
As for the power of magic, just look at the two cuts on the ground behind Voldemort.
"nice one."
Albert narrowed his eyes. He suspected that this thing might be a silver shield made by goblins. As for why it wasn't some other defensive magic?
Normal protective magic would have been destroyed immediately after being hit like that just now.
When dealing with Voldemort, Albert would not dare to hold back as he did in the duel with Professor Flitwick. How could he kill the opponent now?
"You want to kill me?" Voldemort shouted, just hiding behind the shield, making his momentum look a bit lacking, "Do you have any more powerful black magic than this?"
"That's not black magic. If you want, you can try this again!" Albert narrowed his eyes dangerously, "As long as you don't hide, I guarantee that there will be no trace of your body. By the way, be careful of Dumbledore's sneak attack.
, I don’t mind giving up the game at all to give Dumbledore a chance to kill you.”
"As long as I can kill you, I think Mr. Principal will not mind if his reputation is damaged, but it may not be that easy for you to continue resurrecting."
"I must admit." Dumbledore's calm voice came over, "Mr. Anderson's proposal is indeed very good."
Yes, this is what Voldemort is worried about.
He was tricked!!
Although Dumbledore was just acting as a referee, if there was a flaw, Voldemort knew that the old man would never care about his reputation and would give him a fatal blow.
The old immortal can definitely do it, which is the main reason why he is restrained.
At this moment, Voldemort not only had to face the powerful Albert, but also needed to guard against Dumbledore's sneak attack.
asshole!
He finally wanted to give the other party a decent ending.
result?
The mudblood named Anderson was more sinister than he imagined, and had no limits.
"You don't seem to be a good person, just because of your considerable attainments in dark magic." Voldemort provoked discord, "I'm very curious that Dumbledore didn't guard against you or spy on you."
"No, no, I am a good person, and I actually hate black magic and rarely use it. Of course, I usually don't mind using it to deal with guys like you. After all, I am also a pragmatist." Albert finished.
, a fireball flew towards Voldemort from the wand piece.
"asshole!"
Not only Voldemort, but also the audience in the stands felt their scalps numb, as if something terrible was about to happen.
boom!
The sound of the explosion suddenly filled the eardrums, and the terrifying aftermath of the explosion swept across the entire venue. Countless smoke billowed out. What horrified the audience was that the barrier set up by more than a dozen Aurors had been shattered by the aftermath of the explosion.
Got it, it's hard to imagine what would happen to the people at the center of the explosion.
The audience was very anxious, but there was only dust and mist rolling in the sky in front of them, and they could not see clearly what was going on below.
However, the magic light that keeps flashing in the dust and fog proves that the battle below is not over yet.
Everyone couldn't help but swallow their saliva, even the Aurors. If they hadn't propped up the barrier in time, who knows what terrible things would have happened.
The Aurors did not dare to gamble and re-deploy the barrier, lest the spectators in the stands suffer unreasonable disasters.
Not only did the thick smoke not dissipate, but it became even thicker. It seemed that someone was deliberately using the smoke spell.
Well, someone did use it deliberately, and the user was clearly Dumbledore. This old man did not hesitate to take action after Albert caused the big explosion, preparing to join forces with Albert to kill Voldemort.
Anyway, the smoke was so thick that no one could see what was going on inside.
What should I do if I can’t see clearly?
It doesn't matter, Albert had already prepared the elixir and see-through glasses, and even Dumbledore took them, relying on inspiration and intuition to determine Voldemort's specific location.
There is no doubt that Voldemort, as the only one on the field who did not enjoy the elixir treatment, was instantly at a disadvantage and could only counterattack according to the direction in which the curse flew.
However, a despicable guy misled Voldemort through a ball of light, and the majestic Dark Lord was actually forced to flee by the two of them.
If he hadn't been able to fly, he would have been killed by two people!
At this moment, Voldemort was furious. Fortunately, he had already prepared for Dumbledore to take action, so he did not fall prey to the conspiracy of those two bastards.
However, the current situation was very unfavorable to him, especially when the Aurors raised the barrier again, which made Voldemort even more angry, and even the way to leave was blocked.
However, it would take a lot of time and magic power to break the barrier, and those two people would definitely not give him that chance.
But this could not stop Voldemort.
The devil's flames began to burn blazingly on the barrier, trying to completely swallow up all the smoke and dust.
The spectators in the stands outside could only see darkness. The barrier put up by the Aurors failed to stop the devil's flames and broke and peeled off again.
A black shadow suddenly rushed out from above the broken barrier and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Voldemort escaped!
Everything is over.
"That guy ran pretty fast!" Albert looked at Voldemort's leaving figure and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. His strategy was successful. After seeing Dumbledore become the referee, he was not prepared to challenge Voldemort in a one-on-one duel.
Already.
It would be much easier to force him away.
"It's not easy to keep Voldemort at his level!" Dumbledore said softly: "You did a good job, and then leave it to me."
"Then I'll trouble you." Albert raised his wand, extinguished the surrounding devil flames, and then greeted the audience with thunderous applause and cheers.