Chapter 1288： flying and dueling

  Chapter 1288 Flight and Duel

   "Albert Anderson?"

   Instead of riding a broomstick, Voldemort flew like smoke on the wind.

  He narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze penetrated the darkness ahead, and stared at the mudblood that disgusted him. His lipless mouth trembled slightly, and the sound of the sound passing through the raging waves rang in Albert's ear.

   "Good evening, Tom."

  Albert held the broom in one hand, and turned his head to greet Voldemort, as if it was an old friend for a long time.

   "It's really unpleasant to see you, but I have to admit that you have a high attainment in magic, have you considered finding someone to inherit the knowledge in your mind?"

   If possible, Albert would love to inherit Voldemort's estate after his death.

  No way, picking up ready-made ones is really delicious.

Whether it was from the Wildsmith family, the LeMay couple, or Dumbledore who had just died, Albert has inherited an enviable legacy, which is why he can grow rapidly in a short period of time, One of the keys to rise.

  As for the famous second-generation Dark Lord in front of him, Albert did not expect that the other party would really leave the inheritance to himself.

  Although Albert has already inherited part of it in advance, he still wants the non-black magic knowledge that Voldemort studied.

  Honestly, there's nothing like robbing a boss to get rich faster.

   Cough, he is not a bandit, everything is for the preservation of 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 Albert call the name that he had abandoned, Voldemort's snake face became more ferocious, his scarlet eyes shone with a terrifying light in the darkness, his pale finger raised his wand—Ah Vada Kedavra!

   Facing the Killing Curse shot from behind, Albert calmly dodged it, just as easy and simple 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 swing before casting spells and is not suitable for silent spells.

   "Use the Killing Curse to greet each other!"

   Albert lowered his wand and dipped into the sea, a vortex immediately appeared on the rough sea, and gradually expanded into a waterspout in the blink of an eye, and in the blink of an eye, Voldemort, who was attacking from behind, was sucked into it.

   "Do you think this will hold me back?"

   With a bang, the waterspout exploded in the middle, and Voldemort flew out of it, and 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 rainstorm pear blossom needles, spinning like a drill bit and attacking Voldemort. If it is an ordinary wizard, I am afraid that it will be pierced by the sudden sneak attack.

   Voldemort sneered, and a red beam of light shot out from the tip of his wand, piercing directly through the storm of flying needles attacking him.

  However, he did not completely stop the incoming rain needles. These flying needles seemed to come alive, and they still attacked Voldemort overwhelmingly.

   "What a hassle!"

  Voldemort was very angry that he was really held back by the tricks of a mere mudblood. A hot black flame rolled up from the tip of his wand, and quickly turned into a sea of ​​black flames that filled the sky, completely igniting the rain needles coming from ahead.

  After the flames of the devil annihilated the flying needle that Albert used to drag Voldemort, it directly turned into a firebird with wings spread, and swept forward under Voldemort's control, easily resolving the coming crisis in the blink of an eye.

   "Devil Flame!"

  Looking at the devil flames that lit even the sea water, Albert shot a flame back. The black flame fell on the turbulent sea, instantly igniting the surrounding sea water, and formed a winged griffin. Under Albert's control, it collided head-on with the flying firebird.

The two devil flames collided with each other, and did not merge because of this, but a large wall of flames made of devil flames was stirred up during the collision, and there were signs of sweeping backwards towards Voldemort, almost about to fly towards the Dark Lord engulf.

   "Damn it!"

  The black wall of fire suddenly blasted a big hole, and Voldemort flew out of the devil's flame, his face became more gloomy, and the original devil's flame on the robe was gradually extinguished.

   After a short 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 couldn't help but suspect that the guy in front of him was actually Dumbledore's favorite student, the old guy who stayed behind against him, and the real savior.

   As for Harry Potter, what kind of savior is that.

   Voldemort still can't accept the fact that he was defeated by that kind of thing, it is simply a shame for him.

   "That guy must be killed before he fully grows."

  Looking at the back of Albert going away, Voldemort felt a growing sense of urgency. That guy was obviously stronger than the last time he 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 on guard against Voldemort, seemed to have noticed something, and suddenly turned his broom to one side, and a green spell passed by his side, and Voldemort was almost successfully attacked.

  Albert suddenly grabbed the broom and hovered in mid-air, watching Voldemort and the ship heading towards the storm-shrouded sea. He tapped the magic bracelet on his left wrist with his wand, sending a message to Dobby, reminding them to run away.

   "So, you are planning to use your people to threaten me?" Albert looked at Voldemort with a strange expression.

   "It seems that you don't care whether they live or die."

  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 life more. As for the guys in the boat, I can only say sorry, and I believe there must be your servants in there!"

   As soon as the voice fell, Albert disappeared together with the broomstick.

  Voldemort appeared beside him out of thin air, planning to sneak attack while talking to him.

   This time, Voldemort used not Avada Kedavra, but equally deadly black magic.

   "Sinister fellow!"

   Albert glanced at the completed panel tasks, waved his wand to roll up the sea water under his feet, turning them into a giant mouth to swallow Voldemort in.

   Of course, this is just a bluff, a cover for retreat.

   Before Voldemort broke through that ridiculous attack, Albert plunged headlong into the storm, preparing to get away and leave. He didn't intend to continue entangled with Voldemort here. If he accidentally got caught by him, he would be at a loss.

As for going into the cabin to save Sirius and the others, Albert is not worried. As long as Dobby the house elf is still there, they can take them out easily. As for solving the black wizard in the cabin, there is no need 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 position, 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 and appeared beside Albert, ready to use Avada Kedavra to end the other's life.

  However, by the time he read Avada Kedavra, it was too late.

  Because Voldemort discovered that the figure was not Albert, but a dummy wearing the same clothes.

   That’s right, that’s a dummy.

   After being hit by Avada Kedavra, he was completely turned into a pile of waste.

  With a bang, a thunderbolt struck the unprepared Voldemort directly in the storm, knocking the famous Dark Lord into the sea.

  By the time Voldemort came out of the sea, Albert had already lost Albert in the storm.

   That shameful guy got away.

   "Damn Mudblood, I must kill you with my own hands."

   Voldemort's angry roar was quickly swallowed by the surrounding storm.

   As a matter of fact, Voldemort, if he had been sensible enough, would have realized that at the level of both sides, if one really wanted to escape, it would be very difficult for the other to kill him.

   This is one of the reasons why Albert never tried to kill Voldemort.

  However, Voldemort, who was blinded by anger, obviously didn't realize that when he first stepped into the cabin, he saw the dark wizard stumbling around.

  There are not a single one of those prisoners left.

   "Portkey?"

  Voldemort raised his wand and swept across the traces left by Sirius and his group when they left, preparing to follow them to the past.

  Tonight, he wanted to kill someone.

  (end of this chapter)