Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 980: The Beginning of a Legend

Albert is completely indifferent to the well-intentioned persuasion of others, and since a decision has been made, he is not prepared to temporarily change his mind.

If you don't face it with all-out mentality, it's better to give up as soon as possible. Any hesitation will only add a risk to his duel with Voldemort.

Actually, if it weren't for a number of reasons, Albert would have wanted Dumbledore to take his place in the duel with Voldemort, which would have been interesting.

Unfortunately, the occasion was wrong, and Dumbledore obviously couldn't replace him to complete the panel tasks, so this kind of thing was just a thought.

"Wait...that seems like a good idea." Albert looked in Voldemort's direction with a strange light in his eyes.

After ignoring Voldemort's ill will, Albert smiled and pulled out the fondant from his pocket, passing the fondant to others around him.

Dumbledore did not continue to persuade, picked up a candy, opened the wrapper and stuffed it into his mouth. He chewed it twice, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked up and down Albert's unwavering face. "It tastes good."

The referee next to him was a little dumbfounded. He looked at Dumbledore suspiciously, then looked at the candy in Albert's hand, sighed lightly, and took one.

"The final will start in ten minutes, and you still have a chance to regret it." Before the referee left, he did not forget to turn around and add: "It's not ashamed to give up, Bohevar has already lost all his face. Dumbledore, please help me to persuade him, it's really not worth it to die in a duel, and thank you for the candy, it tastes good."

"sure?"

Dumbledore asked suddenly after the referee had left.

"Do you regret not having a match with me?" Albert also took out a candy and put it in his mouth.

"If I had known this day, I would have personally..."

"There is no if in this world, and no one owes anyone. I'm already very happy that you can come." Albert closed his eyes and felt the changes brought about by the elixir, and said calmly: "In the end, there will be such a thing. Once, if I don't show my fists, trouble will still come, not to mention now that with you, my safety can be guaranteed to the greatest extent."

"Is it also an opportunity for me?"

"That guy wants to kill me, but it's not that easy." Albert suddenly laughed, "Look, his attention is now all on you."

"It is an opportunity, but the success rate is not high."

The game is coming soon. The two left the channel and entered the final venue. Compared with the initial noisy atmosphere, the heartbroken audience had no confidence in the last game, or, in other words, they had no confidence in Albert No confidence.

"I was surprised that you didn't surrender and escape."

Voldemort thought his plan was going to fail, especially when he saw the group of people inciting the mudblood to surrender, he almost believed that Albert would simply surrender, but the 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, "It's you, the dignified Dark Lord, who actually pretended to be this guy. The vice looks really surprised me."

"You know what?"

The expression on Voldemort's face instantly darkened.

"I am a fortune teller, and the result of my fortune telling is: I won."

A terrifying killing intent rushed towards him, but it did not frighten Albert, "Guess, if your identity is revealed, Professor Dumbledore will besiege you together?"

"Stop using your silly little tricks, it's useless," said Voldemort blankly.

"You know the result." Albert twitched the corners of his mouth slightly.

As both sides raise their wands and bow to each other, the duel begins.

Albert didn't hesitate. With the aid of the Fuling agent, he quickly mobilized the magical power in his body. He summoned several iron shields, and one of them faced the one that flew towards Albert. Black magic, exploded into pieces instantly after being hit.

Amid the astonishing sound of the explosion, Albert waved his left hand forward, causing the fragments and smoke of the explosion to flow directly to Voldemort, while he himself quickly fired several blasting spells at Voldemort in one breath.

As the shards of the iron shield enveloped Voldemort, an astonishing explosion followed, shaking the ground, as if someone had fired a cannon at the place where Voldemort was standing.

The audience in the stadium stands were stunned by this scene. They never thought that Mr. Anderson, who didn't like to use black magic, was so cruel and planned to kill him in the first place?

Not only the audience was stunned, but even Dumbledore was also very surprised. The blasting spell just now was not only fast and accurate, but also had a very tricky angle, which almost simultaneously blocked Voldemort's dodging direction.

After all, I underestimated him.

The tumbling smoke was suddenly pierced by a magic spell, hitting Albert's iron shield and piercing it through a large hole, but Albert already had a premonition of danger and dodged in advance.

"It seems that your divination skills are not very good, otherwise you would not have come to 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 needed some conspiracy to kill you?"

"Are you trying to laugh at me?" Albert sneered: "When you let Wormtail go to my house and let people kill me, stop saying these words, it will make people laugh. Big tooth."

Voldemort stopped speaking, his eyes filled with near-substantial malice as he dispelled the surrounding smoke and fired a horrific black magic at Albert.

Albert didn't show any weakness and used a deadly spell on Voldemort. The two's spells collided in the void and began to confront each other.

The eyes of the audience in the stands were wide-eyed, and they were all afraid that Albert would go the same way as Pierre.

However, after the spells of the two sides collided with each other in the air, they were deadlocked, and there was no winner!

Voldemort moved slowly to the side and strengthened his magical power, trying to use his extraordinary power to suppress Albert and take the opponent's life.

As the red spell gradually pressed towards Albert, all the audience in the audience widened their eyes and stood up from their chairs, as if they saw that Albert was killed by the spell just like Pierre.

The red light that had the upper hand suddenly stopped and was pushed back by the blue light.

"That's... impossible, mere Mudblood!"

Voldemort couldn't help but open his eyes wide as the spell continued to press upon him. Voldemort couldn't understand that the opponent's magic power was stronger than himself. You must know that the magic power of mudbloods is usually weaker than that of ordinary wizards. This is the norm, and this guy in front of him is completely abnormal, even Dumbledore, There must be such a powerful magical power.

Not only Voldemort, but Dumbledore, who was in charge of acting as the referee, was surprised by Albert's magical powers. It stands to reason that Albert should have not yet reached the peak of magical power (about 30 years old), and it is incredible to suppress Voldemort.

Voldemort had to increase the output of magical power again, and the two sides fell into a stalemate, but Voldemort did not intend to continue the stalemate.

It's just that 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 flew towards Voldemort.

It's kind of like a thousand bullets, or at all.

Faced with the attack from both sides, Voldemort directly interrupted the spell, and the devil's flame burst out as he opened his mouth, turning directly into a tumbling fire snake engulfing the flying stones, heading towards the opposite Albert. go, forcing him to drop the previous spell.

Even if Albert is powerful, he can't ignore the Fiery Fire Curse.

He waved his wand and shattered the fiery snake in front of him, which was turned into a fiery fire spell, and turned it towards Voldemort. The smile on Voldemort's face, who was laughing proudly, froze instantly. He never thought about the devil's flame. It can still be countered by the opponent.

When the churning devil's flames pressed against his face, Voldemort pulled hard, and the flames were rolled behind him and rushed towards the audience behind him, startling the audience in the stands.

Fortunately, the Aurors guarding the audience's stands took action in time to extinguish the tumbling devil's flame, otherwise it would be unknown how many unfortunate audiences would be affected and die innocently.

The organizer was even more stunned. They didn't expect the two to be so vicious, especially the original referee. If Dumbledore hadn't replaced him, 80% of them would have turned into a corpse.

"Quick, quick, hold up the barrier."

The battle below became more and more intense. The spectators in the stands watched with excitement. Countless people were cheering for Albert, but the Aurors suddenly felt bad and raised their wands. A milky white barrier was over the stadium. Rise up, shrouding the two people and one referee on the dueling arena below.

"You can't escape, it's two-on-one now!"

Albert waved his wand lightly, and Voldemort suddenly felt very bad, and directly summoned a silver shield to block the front.

A low, creepy voice suddenly sounded, as if something terrifying was slashing at the shield.

As for the power of magic, look at the two chopped ground behind Voldemort.

"Good stuff."

Albert narrowed his eyes. He suspected that this thing might be a silver shield made by goblins. As for why not other defensive magic?

The general protection magic suffered the blow just now, and it must have been directly smashed.

To deal with Voldemort, Albert did not dare to hold back like he did in the duel with Professor Flitwick, and now he is **** the opponent.

"Just because you want to kill me?" Voldemort shouted, just hiding behind his shield, making him look a little underwhelming, "Do you have any darker magic than this?"

"That's not black magic, you can try this again if you want!" Albert narrowed his eyes dangerously, "As long as you don't hide, I guarantee you will be dead. By the way, watch out Dumbledore. Lido's sneak attack, I don't mind giving up the game at all and giving Dumbledore a chance to kill you."

"As long as I can kill you, I don't think Mr. Principal will mind that his reputation is damaged, and it may not be easy for you to continue resurrecting."

"I must admit." Dumbledore's calm voice came, "Mr. Anderson's proposal is indeed a good one."

Yes, that's what Voldemort worries about.

He got scammed! !

Don't look at Dumbledore just acting as the referee there, but if there is a flaw, Voldemort knows that the old man will never care about his reputation and give himself a fatal blow.

That old immortal can definitely do it, which is the main reason why he is tied.

At this moment, Voldemort not only needs to face Albert, who is not weak, but also needs to guard against Dumbledore's sneak attack.

Asshole!

He finally tried to give each other a decent ending.

Results?

The Mudblood named Anderson was more insidious than he imagined, and there was no lower limit.

"You don't seem to be a good person, just because you are not low on black magic." Voldemort provoked discord, "I'm very curious, Dumbledore did not guard against you, watching you."

"No, no, I'm a good guy, and I actually hate black magic, and I rarely use it. Of course, I usually don't mind using it with guys like you, after all, I'm a pragmatist." Able After he finished speaking, a fireball flew towards Voldemort from the wand piece.

"Asshole!"

Not only Voldemort, but even the audience in the stands felt their scalps go 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 through the entire venue. Countless smoke billowed. To the horror of the audience, the barrier formed by the joint efforts of a dozen Aurors had already been destroyed by the aftermath of the explosion. And it's broken and disintegrated, and it's hard to imagine what the person at the center of the explosion will be like.

The audience was anxious, but there was only a cloud of dust in front of them, and it was impossible to see what was going on below.

However, the constant flickering of magical light in the dust cloud proves that the battle below is still not over.

Everyone swallowed, even the Aurors. If they didn't hold up the barrier in time just now, I don't know what terrible things would have happened.

Aurors don't dare to gamble, and re-open the barrier, lest the audience in the stands be miserable.

Not only did the smoke not dissipate, but it grew thicker, as if someone was using a smoke spell on purpose.

Well, someone did use it deliberately, and the user was Dumbledore. After Albert caused a big explosion, the old man did not hesitate to shoot, ready 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 Flux and see-through glasses, and even Dumbledore ate it, relying on inspiration and intuition to determine the exact location of Voldemort.

There is no doubt that Voldemort, who was the only person on the field who did not enjoy the treatment of the elixir, was instantly at a disadvantage ~IndoMTL.com~ and could only counterattack according to the direction of the spell.

However, some despicable guy misled Voldemort through the ball of light, and the dignified Dark Lord was forced to run away by the two of them.

If he hadn't been able to fly, he would probably have been killed by two people!

At this moment, Voldemort was furious. Fortunately, he was prepared for Dumbledore's attack, so that the conspiracy of the two **** did not succeed.

It's just that the current situation is very unfavorable for him, especially when the Aurors raise the barrier again, which makes Voldemort so angry that even the way to leave is blocked.

However, it takes time and magic power to break the barrier, and the two of them will definitely not give him that chance.

But that didn't stop Voldemort.

The Devil's Flame begins to blaze on the barrier, trying to swallow all the smoke and dust.

The spectators in the outside stand could only see the darkness, and the barrier held up by the Aurors failed to stop the devil's flame, and it shattered and peeled off again.

A dark shadow suddenly rushed out of the broken barrier and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Voldemort has escaped!

It's all over.

"That guy ran really fast!" Albert looked at Voldemort's back, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. His strategy was successful. After seeing Dumbledore as the referee, he was not ready to take on Voldemort one-on-one.

Forcing him away was a lot easier.

"At the level of Voldemort, it's not easy to keep him!" Dumbledore whispered: "You did a good job, and then leave it to me."

"I'll trouble you then." Albert raised his wand, extinguished the surrounding demonic flames, and greeted thunderous applause and cheers from the audience.

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