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Chapter 1196: The Battle of Trapped Beasts (Part 2)

Chapter 1196: Fight between trapped beasts (Part 2)

"Tom Riddle, Voldemort, the Dark Lord who defeated death, the only descendant of Salazar Slytherin——"

"We have generously given you a second life, but before you celebrate your new life and freedom, you have to play a little game with us."

"Soon after, you will wake up in the mansion of one of your subordinates and experience a hunt that has been absent for more than ten years. You can choose to kill the hunter or... be killed."

"Then, now please raise your head and look forward, and try to find a more comfortable position to welcome deep sleep——"

"Faint! Faint! Faint! Faint! Faint!"

Dazzling red curses shot out from all directions.

After the strong impact, there was endless darkness.

He seemed like a pitiful fly trapped in a blood-colored cobweb, helpless to struggle, being toyed with by black hands hidden in the dark.

Damn——

What exactly is going on?!

Voldemort rolled on the ground in embarrassment, once again dodging the scorching fire whip that was like a tarsal bone.

In his impression, the existence of Horcrux should be an absolutely secret matter.

Even the most loyal Death Eater is only qualified to take care of it, but he has never told anyone about Horcruxes and soul fragments.

However, judging from the current situation, some extremely bad things have quietly appeared in this decade, and evolved into a terrible shadow that covers the sky and lingers in the dark.

The achievement of defeating death that he was so proud of is now undergoing the most despicable and vicious trampling - those mysterious wizards even used his resurrection as a chess piece and puppet, throwing it in front of Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic as a beast-fighting show.

Consuming props, and what's even worse is that he still doesn't know what character he is and why he came back from the dead.

Everything is based on whether he can successfully escape this ridiculous "game" or defeat Albus Dumbledore.

Voldemort waved the wand in his hand vigorously, and his voice roared viciously.

"Go to hell, Dumbledore! Avada chewed the big melon——"

As a qualified wizard, theoretically he could even use a branch as a wand to cast spells.

However, compared to those items without any magical craftsmanship, wands made with modern wand craftsmanship are obviously much stronger in terms of stability and power.

Even though the black walnut wand in his hand restrains most of his magical power, it is still a real wand.

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting! Fierce fire! Avada - gnawing on the big melon!!"

With the assistance of spells and spell-casting gestures, Voldemort could still release his magic accurately and completely, which was his last hope.

Voldemort seemed to have returned to the time when he was a student at Hogwarts, meticulously repeating the methods he had abandoned long ago, and struggling to deal with the professor.

The only difference is that in this special "confrontation", the price of failure is not just embarrassment or points deduction, he will face death or even something more terrifying than death.

"Dumbledore, you stupid old thing, you have no idea what you are doing!"

Voldemort raised his wand high above his head, and the surrounding windows seemed to have been destroyed by explosions, turning into tiny pieces of glass.

Immediately afterwards, all the fine glass residues stirred and floated under the whirlpool of magic power, trembling straight ahead like sharp daggers.

"You want me to catch you without mercy? The Aurors are on the way? Then you have a try - Albus Dumbledore, I don't believe you are not afraid of losing both sides!"

The nose on Voldemort's pale and ferocious snake face shrank rapidly, his red eyes emitted a terrifying light, and he held his wand in both hands as if holding a dagger and pointed in the direction of Dumbledore.

Buzz, buzz buzz——

Accompanied by the collision of countless tiny pieces of glass, the window glass fragments trembled violently.

The next moment, dazzling, sharp glass fragments roared towards the two old wizards at the door like a school of fish chasing the ocean current.

In Voldemort's past memories, Dumbledore may occasionally have gone crazy or went out of his way, but the teacher he feared the most had never told a lie.

This is not surprising. As Albus Dumbledore, there is no one in the world worthy of his lies - even if it were him, Dumbledore would not deceive with lies.

Therefore, there was definitely an "imposter Voldemort" who invaded the Ministry of Magic last night. If his guess was correct, those guys pretending to be him and the Death Eaters, those "mysterious" spies who notified Dumbledore and others to come here to intercept him,

Even the bastard game designers who forcibly resurrected him and dragged him into the "Colosseum" are most likely the same people wearing different masks.

This is an extremely clumsy trap that wants his life, or Dumbledore's life...

And the most important thing is that he still doesn't know what is happening "outside".

"When you really catch me, you will realize that you have been tricked-"

Voldemort said viciously, and while Dumbledore was dealing with the tide of glass, he fired another killing curse at Dumbledore.

However, as before, he still failed to penetrate the flying carpet. The old wizard standing behind Dumbledore resisted all the spells like a loyal servant.

At the same time, Dumbledore seemed to have finally lost his patience. He waved his wand from top to bottom and whispered a curse.

Although I don't know what kind of curse it is, the power of the curse is obviously far greater than the powerful golden-red flame whip before. A suppressed sound like a blunt instrument was heard in the air, and Voldemort's pupils suddenly tightened.

The words in his mouth turned directly into the protective spell he was most proficient in - "Silver Shield!" - Voldemort screamed.

In the air in front of him, a shining silver shield appeared out of thin air, with an exquisite relief of two snakes surrounding it engraved on it.

Dumbledore's curse didn't have any brilliance, and it didn't look like it had caused any damage to the silver shield.

However, the next second, the silver shield suddenly made a low gong-like trembling sound. In that strange and creepy trembling sound, the silver shield began to flicker.

"You don't want my life, do you, Dumbledore?" Voldemort said loudly, narrowing his blood-red eyes on the silver shield, "Don't you always disdain to do such cruel things? Huh?"

"We all know there are many ways to destroy a man, Tom."

Dumbledore said calmly as he walked slowly towards Voldemort, as if he was just giving a routine lesson in class.

"I admit that just taking your life will not satisfy me... I have made many mistakes, and I always thought that time would allow me to find a better way.

"It's a pity that reality tells me that time is not on my side. I have to stop you before you cause a bigger and more terrible disaster. If death can be used, then I don't mind using it. However,

It seems to me that if we're going to end this, maybe we need to have a serious discussion about something worse than death—"

"Nothing is worse than death, Dumbledore!"

Voldemort said viciously, his blood-red eyes staring closely at Dumbledore.

He stopped casting spells. After the previous rounds of confrontation, he knew very well that he was far from Dumbledore's opponent.

Perhaps with the help of a powerful and convenient magic wand, he would still have a chance to fight, but now there is no chance of winning in this kind of duel where his hands are bound.

"Oh, you are wrong about that."

Dumbledore said that he stopped about three meters away from Voldemort and spoke in a relaxed and casual tone, as if they were chatting.

"Yes, your biggest weakness has always been your inability to understand that some things are worse than death -"

"You are the one who doesn't understand anything! Dumbledore, you were deceived!"

Voldemort began to slowly retreat toward the wall behind him, and the wand in his hand began to wave again, shooting out streams of green light.

The two cut-out dining tables twisted and deformed, as if the burning oak guards appeared in front of Dumbledore in time, easily blocking those weak killing curses.

Dumbledore casually put back his wand and walked forward, guarded by the two oaken guards.

"Since I returned to Hogwarts Castle, in more than half a century, one of the few times I have been deceived is you, Tom..."

The old man's body was filled with powerful energy that was difficult to look at directly. His blue eyes stared at the man in front of him with a complex expression through the half-moon glasses on his twisted nose.

"Secretly killing innocent people, disrupting the political situation in the non-magical world, plotting to subvert the magical social economy, bewitching werewolves in most of Europe, and raiding more than a dozen Ministry of Magic overnight..."

"How many other crazy things have you done during the ten years that you have been lying dormant while you were pretending to be dead? However, no matter what plans you have for the future, I will completely kill your ambitions here today even if I risk my life.

!Tom, you really went too far this time! Maybe you can be resurrected countless times, but as long as I am still alive, I will never let you succeed!"

"...Uh. Huh? Hmm——"

A trace of confusion flashed across Voldemort's fierce and sinister eyes, and those tit-for-tat vicious words suddenly stuck in his throat.

What is this old guy talking about?

Except for his involvement in murder, don't the other deeds sound too outrageous?

"Wait, wait, Dumbledore, what you just said I-"

boom!

A red beam of light flew past Voldemort's cheek, landed on the wall behind him, and exploded an extremely huge hole.

At the same time, an old, gloomy voice that seemed to contain countless anger and hatred sounded not far away.

"Mr. Dumbledore, if you can't do it, then let me do it -"

Voldemort raised his head and saw the old wizard who walked into the room with Dumbledore staring at him.

Although compared to Dumbledore, the strength of this old wizard seems to be slightly inferior, but if this guy also joins the battle, it may be difficult for him to persist. As for the old guy's angry and desperate eyes, Voldemort is a little less

My son doesn't feel strange either.

When he wreaked havoc on the British wizarding world decades ago, he had tasted too much of this delightfully impotent rage.

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Great!


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