Chapter 256

"... Dumbledore."

Under the endless night sky, wisps of black smoke appeared out of thin air, converged towards a certain point in the air, swirled and drew a mysterious arc.

Those black gases became more and more dense and gathered like a vortex.

As a low and cold voice sounded, the black air vortex suddenly closed, and a young and elegant young man stood in the air and calmly looked at the white wizard on the ground.

"Nice to see you again... Dear Professor Dumbledore."

When Voldemort was willing to call himself Tom Riddle, Dumbledore was just a deformation teacher at Hogwarts.

It can be said that Voldemort's "Professor" has been peaceful and natural for more than 40 years.

"Dear Professor Dumbledore, you look... But much older." Voldemort smiled gently, as if ignoring all the disputes in the past 50 years, "I remember that your hair was reddish brown in those days! Now it's completely white..."

"But you still want to be the same as before."

Dumbledore smiled, but his eyes became sharper, as if to see through the student in front of him.

"Really?" Voldemort nodded, as if agreeing with Dumbledore. "It's also thanks to the professor - if you hadn't brought me into this wonderful magical world, how could I enjoy the beauty of defeating death?"

"Defeat death?" Dumbledore shook his head gently, looked directly into Voldemort's eyes and said seriously, "you're wrong, Tom... For a wizard, death has never been a threat or obstacle."

Voldemort looked at him calmly. After a while, he suddenly chuckled.

"Professor, as always, you are not good at telling jokes. I think -"

"Tom," Dumbledore interrupted, "do you still want to go down that wrong road?"

"Is that enough?" Voldemort raised his eyebrows, as if laughing at Dumbledore. "Professor, I don't think you need to be so hypocritical anymore, because I saw through from the beginning - through your false fraternity!"

"Yes! Your means are really good. You fool the world with these clever empty words to get the support of the world and let them respect you, worship you and support you..."

"But --"

He spoke in a gentle tone, but the smile on his face disappeared little by little, and his eyes gradually became indifferent and disdainful.

"But do you think you can fool me with it?" Voldemort said loudly with open arms. "Any wizard who studies magic deeply will understand that the wizard's biggest enemy is time! And the end of time is death!"

"When you suddenly find out before you die that you still haven't learned a magic spell, will you say 'death is never an obstacle'?"

Dumbledore looked at Voldemort with a stubborn face, remained silent for a moment, and finally sighed gently.

"It seems that you will never try to understand..."

As the voice faded, Dumbledore raised his old wand and waved it so lightly.

Suddenly, a red light column with a slight vibration shot straight at Voldemort in the air. If Marca was here, he would recognize it at a glance - it was the smell of rules!

Although it does not reach the power of rules, the power contained in it is more ingenious, and the magic consumption is more saved.

It seems that Dumbledore once set foot on the trial of royna. It is true. Although he finally gave up that road, he found another way to figure out the mystery of the rules by himself.

When Voldemort saw this, his heart was cold. As soon as his magic wand in his right hand was lifted, a black gas immediately rose out of thin air and turned into a dark shield to block the only way of the red light column.

With a low sound like a gong, the light column from the tip of the old wand was blocked by the shield in front of Voldemort, and the overflowing red light dispersed like clouds and fog, flowing behind Voldemort.

At this moment, both the members of the order of the Phoenix behind Dumbledore and the members of the Death Eater behind Voldemort were startled back nearly a hundred feet by the terrible force.

"You don't want to kill me, Dumbledore." Voldemort's black flame was beating wildly, and his eyes narrowed over the shield. "Or... Are you admitting what I just said in disguise?"

"To tell you the truth, I was going to destroy you before I met that child, Tom," said Dumbledore calmly, and suddenly raised his legs towards Voldemort.

"We all know that there are many other ways to destroy a man." he approached Voldemort step by step, as if he had not put the immediate thing in the heel. "Just taking your life won't satisfy me."

"Nothing is worse than death, Dumbledore!"

Voldemort roared, waved his wand again, and another black air gathered out of thin air and flew straight to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore still shook his head, and the wand in his hand shook slightly. The red light column was like a long flame sword, which suddenly dispersed the black air completely.

The next second, he threw his wand again, lifted up the light column, and hit Voldemort's shield heavily.

"Bang!"

With another muffled sound, Voldemort moved dozens of feet behind him with the black shield in front of him.

"You are so wrong."

Dumbledore's voice was very quiet, as if two people were talking about drinking.

He simply scattered the light column at the tip of his staff and continued to walk to Voldemort. He walked so seemingly unprepared, without making any defense.

"In fact, your biggest failure is that you can't understand that there are worse things than death -"

To tell the truth, Dumbledore has not really shot for a long time. No one knows how much strength he has, and no one knows what degree his understanding of magic has reached.

For Dumbledore, fighting with magic is no longer his goal.

At this moment, as he said - he never intended to end Voldemort's evil deeds with death, because in Dumbledore's view, it was not enough to wash away the sins he had committed over the years.

What's more... Death is really not the end.

"No!" Voldemort finally looked ferocious. He roared, "you are the old stubborn who doesn't understand! You don't understand the beauty and cruelty of magic!"

Before his voice fell, he didn't see any action. A black gas suddenly exploded around him and wrapped him up.

For a time, as like as two peas, the Voldemort was surrounded by black air and turned into a black dead man.

The only difference is that Voldemort's black gas is more like a beating and burning black flame, emitting a disturbing smell.

"Dumbledore... I'll let you know what the real charm of magic is!"

Then Voldemort proved that the combat effectiveness is very different whether he can freely control the black gas or not.

Maybe he still has a wand, maybe not. Because he was covered with black gas, he couldn't see clearly, but in any case, the whip composed of black gas was constantly pumping towards Dumbledore.

But Dumbledore obviously wouldn't stand and be beaten for nothing, but when he saw his wand pointing down, the ground immediately raised a big piece and turned into a huge rock hand in front of him.

When the giant hand had just taken shape, Voldemort's dozens of black whip had arrived!

With the sound of a startling whip, the gravel and earth splashed, and the huge hand of the rock turned into fragments of the ground in an instant, but Dumbledore, who hid behind him, had disappeared at this time.

"Huh?"

Voldemort immediately noticed that something was wrong. He immediately turned around and swept the black whip back, but it was empty.

At this time, another red light column rushed directly from under him. The speed almost caught him off guard.

Hit!

The red light column shot straight up at Voldemort's feet. In the stunned eyes of the death eaters, it broke through Voldemort's black flame and beat it into

Dumbledore frowned slightly, and then a phantom shifted away a little.

Voldemort, who had just been hit by his beam of light, turned into a black gas again in the sight of everyone's surprise, but it did not dissipate.

In terms of the characteristics of black Qi, it is not much different from black death. As long as the magic contained in it is not completely exhausted, the situation that the whole person can turn into black gas like Voldemort is almost immortal.

Just a moment later, the black air condensed again and changed into Tom Riddle again. Just look at the unchanged appearance, as if he had not been hurt at all.

"Don't you understand, Dumbledore?" said Voldemort with a grim smile. "I am immortal! Immortal! Didn't I tell you? I defeated death!"

"Really?"

Dumbledore still looked at him calmly and shook his head lightly.

"I'm sorry, because I can't teach you anything..." he seemed to be walking and chatting, looking up at the Voldemort. "Someone once told me that if I became a teacher, I wouldn't be a good teacher - that's not suitable for me."

"Facts have proved that she is right!" Dumbledore smiled slightly lonely. "You know, you and Marca - the two students with the greatest potential I have met so far! But I can't teach you anything..."

"You don't need me to teach, nor does Maka," he said. "Yes! I should have known that life is more meaningful only if I go on by myself..."

"Thanks to the child Marca, I finally understand - but Tom, do you understand?"

Dumbledore's wand pointed again, but the smell from all over was quite different.

"... sometimes, people... Should be selfish..."