Chapter 255: Sublimation of Dumbledore

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"... Dumbledore."
Under the endless night sky, a plume of black smoke emerged out of thin air, converging towards a certain point in the air, flying and drawing a secret arc.
The black gas became more and more dense, and gathered like a vortex.
With a low and cold voice, the black gas vortex suddenly closed, a young and elegant young man stood in the air, looking calmly at the white wizard on the ground.
"It's nice to see you ... dear Professor Dumbledore."
While Voldemort was willing to call himself Tom Riddle, Dumbledore was only a transfiguration teacher at Hogwarts.
It can be said that Voldemort's "professor", after more than 40 years, has been as peaceful as yesterday.
"Dear Professor Dumbledore, you look ... but a lot older." Voldemort smiled mildly, as if he had ignored all the entanglements of the past fifty years, "I remember, your hair It's still reddish brown! Now it's completely white ... "
"But you still think like before."
Dumbledore smiled a little, but his eyes became sharper, as if the student in front of him was thoroughly seen.
"Really?" Voldemort nodded, seemingly in agreement with Dumbledore's words, "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 slightly, staring straight into Voldemort's eyes, and said earnestly, "You're wrong, Tom ... For a wizard, death is never a threat or obstacle. "
Voldemort looked at him calmly, and after a short while, he suddenly laughed softly.
"Professor, as always, you are not good at telling jokes, I see."
"Tom," Dumbledore interrupted, "do you want to go on that wrong path all the time?"
"Is that enough?" Voldemort raised an eyebrow, as if laughing at Dumbledore. "Professor, I don't think you need to be so hypocritical anymore, because I have seen through your falsehood from the beginning. Fraternity! "
"Yeah! Your means are really good. You use these clever empty words to fool the world to gain the support of the world and let them respect you, worship you, and support you ..."
"but"
He said in a gentle tone, but the smile on his face disappeared a little bit, and his eyes gradually became indifferent.
"But do you think you can use it to fool me?" Voldemort opened his arms and exclaimed, "All wizards who study magic will understand that the greatest enemy of a wizard is time! And the end of time is death!"
"When you are dying and suddenly find that you still have a magic spell that you haven't learned, what more will you say, 'Death is never a hindrance!'"
Dumbledore looked at the stubborn Voldemort, and for a moment was silent, and finally sighed softly.
"It seems that you will never try to understand ..."
As the voice fell, Dumbledore lifted the old wand in his hand and waved it so lightly.
Suddenly, a red beam of light shot straight at Voldemort in the air with a slight vibration. If Maca is here, you can recognize it at a glance!
Although it does not reach the power of the rule, the power contained in it is more ingenious, and the mana cost when casting is more saved.
It seems that Dumbledore had set foot on Royna's trial that year, and it was true. Although he finally gave up the road, he found a way to figure out the mystery of the rules.
Voldemort saw a sudden rush in his heart, and when he lifted his wand in his right hand, a black gas rose from the sky and turned into a dark shield covering the necessary path of the red beam of light.
With a low sound like a gong, the beam of light bursting from the tip of the old magic wand was blocked by the shield in front of Voldemort, and the overflowing red streamer diffused like a cloud of mist. Voldemort flowed behind him.
At this moment, both members of the Order of the Phoenix behind Dumbledore, and members of the Death Eaters behind Voldemort, were all shocked by the terrifying power by nearly a hundred feet.
"Don't try to kill me, Dumbledore." The black flame in Voldemort's eyes was beating wildly, his eyes narrowed above the shield. "Or do you ... are you admitting in disguise what I said? "
"To be honest, before I met the child, I was going to destroy you, Tom." Dumbledore still said calmly, suddenly raising his leg and walking towards Voldemort.
"We all know that there are many other ways to destroy a person." He approached Voldemort step by step, as if he didn't put the matter in front of him at all, "Just taking your life will not satisfy me. "
"There is nothing worse than death, Dumbledore!"
Voldemort growled suddenly, another wave of his wand, and another piece of black gas gathered out of nowhere and flew towards Dumbledore.
Dumbledore still shook his head, and the wand in his hand trembled slightly. The red beam of light was like a long sword of flame, and the black gas was completely dispelled.
The next second, he shook his wand again, and the beam of light hoared upwards, hitting Voldemort's shield heavily.
"boom!"
There was another muffled sound, and Voldemort moved back dozens of feet with the black shield in front of him.
"You are really wrong."
Dumbledore's voice was very light, as if two people were talking about drinking.
He simply dissipated the beam of light from the tip of his staff and continued to Voldemort's side. So he seemed to be walking unguarded without any defense.
"In fact, your biggest failure is not understanding that there is something worse than death."
To be honest, Dumbledore has n’t really shot for a long time, and no one knows how much he has, and no one knows how far he has understood magic.
For Dumbledore, the use of magical battles is no longer his goal.
At this moment, as he said, he never intended to end the evils of Voldemort 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 showed his face, and he growled loudly, "You are the old stubborn who doesn't understand! You don't understand at all, the beauty and cruelty of magic!"
The words didn't fall, and he didn't see any action. He was suddenly blasted around him, wrapping him all in.
For a moment, the black air of Voldemort twirled, and in a blink of an eye it became almost exactly the same as the Black Death.
The only difference is that the black gas on Voldemort's body is more like a black flame that is constantly beating and burning, exuding a disturbing breath.
"Dumbledore ... I will let you know what is the true charm of magic!"
Voldemort then proved that whether he can freely control the black gas, the combat effectiveness is completely different.
Maybe he still has a magic wand, or maybe he doesn't. Because he was surrounded by black gas, he could not see it at all, but in any case, the long whip made of black gas was continuously drawn towards Dumbledore.
But Dumbledore apparently would not stand beaten in vain, but saw his wand pointing down, and the ground immediately bulged a large piece, turning it into a giant rock hand and blocking him.
When the giant hand had just taken shape, Voldemort's dozen or so black gas whip had arrived!
With a throbbing sound of whiplash, the rubble clatter splashed, the rock giant turned into a piece of land in an instant, but Dumbledore, who was hiding behind him, was now It's gone.
"Ok?"
Voldemort immediately noticed that he was wrong. He turned around immediately, and the black gas whip swept back suddenly, but he swept away.
Just then, another red beam of light rushed straight under him, and the speed was almost caught him by surprise.
Hit it!
The red beam of light shot straight up at Voldemort's feet, and in the astonished gaze of the Death Eaters, it penetrated the black flame on Voldemort's body and beat it into ...
Dumbledore frowned a little ~ EbookFREE.me ~ and then another phantom shift, slightly away.
Voldemort, who had just been struck by his beam of light, turned into a black gas in the eyes of everyone's surprise, but it did not dissipate.
As far as the characteristics of black gas are concerned, it is not much different from the Black Dead. As long as the magic power contained in it is not completely exhausted, a situation like Voldemort that can turn the whole person into black gas is almost immortal.
Just a moment later, the dark air had re-condensed and changed to Tom Riddle again. Just looking at the unchanged appearance, as if he was not harmed at all.
"Don't you understand, Dumbledore?" Voldemort chuckled, "I'm not dead! Immortal! Haven't I told you? I defeated death!"
"is it?"
Dumbledore still looked at him calmly, shaking his head slightly.
"I'm sorry, because I couldn't teach you anything ..." He looked up at Voldemort as if chatting, "I was told once that if I were a teacher, I would not be a good teacher That doesn't work for me. "
"It turns out she's right!" Dumbledore chuckled a little lonely, "Do you know? You and Maca, the two students with the greatest potential I've encountered so far! But I turned out to be Nothing can teach you ... "
"You don't need me to teach, Maca doesn't need it," he said, "Yeah! In life that I should have understood long ago, it always makes more sense to go on my own ..."
"Thanks to Maca's child, I finally understand, but Tom, do you understand?"
Dumbledore's wand was another finger, but the breath emanating from his body was completely different.
"... sometimes, people ... should be selfish ..."