Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 255: The Sublimation of Dumbledore

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"...Dumbledore."

Under the endless night sky, wisps of black smoke appeared out of nowhere, converging towards a certain point in the air, swirling and drawing mysterious arcs.

The black air is getting more and more, and it is getting denser, gathering like a whirlpool.

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

"It's nice to see you again...Dear Professor Dumbledore."

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

It can be said that Voldemort's "Professor" has gone through more than forty years, but it is as peaceful and natural as yesterday.

"Dear Professor Dumbledore, you look...but you are much older." Voldemort smiled gently, as if ignoring all the entanglements of nearly fifty years. "I remember, you The hair was still reddish brown back then! Now it is completely white..."

"But you still want to be the same."

Dumbledore also smiled slightly, but his eyes became sharper, as if he wanted to see the student in front of him thoroughly.

"Really?" Voldemort nodded, seeming to agree with Dumbledore's words, "Thanks to the professor. If you hadn't brought me into this wonderful magical world, how could I enjoy this victory over death? How beautiful is it?"

"Victory of death?" Dumbledore shook his head slightly, looking straight into Voldemort's eyes, with a serious expression, "You are wrong, Tom... For a wizard, death is never a threat. And hindrance."

Voldemort looked at him calmly, and after a short while, he suddenly chuckled.

"Professor, you are still bad at telling jokes as always, I think"

"Tom," Dumbledore interrupted him, "Do you still want to go on that wrong path?"

"Enough is enough?" Voldemort raised his eyebrows, as if laughing at Dumbledore. "Professor, I don't think you need to be so hypocritical anymore, because I have seen it through from the beginning. Your false fraternity!"

"Yeah! These methods of yours are indeed very good. You use these clever empty words to fool the world to gain the world's support, let them respect you, worship you, support you..."

"But"

He said in a gentle tone, but the smile on his face disappeared little by little, and his eyes gradually turned cold and disdainful.

"But, do you think you can use it to fool me?" Voldemort opened his arms and said loudly, "Any wizard who studies magic in depth 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 else would you say, "Death is never an obstacle"!"

Dumbledore looked at the stubborn face of Voldemort, was silent for a moment, and finally sighed slightly.

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

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

Suddenly, a red beam of light shot straight towards Voldemort in the air with a slight vibration. If Maca was here, he would definitely recognize that it was a regular aura!

Although it does not reach the level of the power of the rules, the power contained in it is more ingenious, and the mana consumption when casting it is also more economical.

It seems that Dumbledore had also set foot on Rowena's trial back then. It is true that although he finally gave up that path, he found another way to figure out the mystery of the rules by himself.

When Voldemort saw this, his heart suddenly stunned. As soon as he lifted the wand in his right hand, a black gas immediately rose out of thin air, turning into a pitch-black shield to cover the only path of the red light beam.

With a deep and gong-like sound, the beam of light blasting from the tip of the old wand was blocked by the shield in front of Voldemort, and the overflowing red streamer spread out like clouds and mist. Streaks flowed behind Voldemort.

At this moment, both the members of the Order of the Phoenix behind Dumbledore and the Death Eaters behind Voldemort were all shocked by the terrifying force by nearly a hundred feet.

"Don't try to kill me, Dumbledore." The black flames in Voldemort's eyes were beating frantically, his eyes narrowed over the shield. "Or... you are confessing what I just said in disguise. Then?"

"To be honest, I was going to destroy you before I met that kid, Tom." Dumbledore said quietly, and suddenly raised his leg and walked towards Voldemort.

"We all know that there are many other ways to destroy a person." He approached Voldemort step by step, as if he hadn't put the matter in front of him at all, "Just take your life and won't let I am satisfied."

"There is nothing worse than death, Dumbledore!"

Voldemort roared suddenly, and with another wave of his wand, another black air gathered into a ball out of thin air and flew straight toward Dumbledore.

Dumbledore still shook his head, shaking his wand lightly, the red beam of light was like a long sword of flame, suddenly dispelling the black energy.

The next second, he flicked his wand again, and the beam of light lifted up and hit Voldemort's shield hard.

"Boom!"

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

"You are really wrong."

Dumbledore’s voice was very soft, as if two people were discussing about drinking.

He simply dissipated the beam of light at the tip of the rod and continued to walk towards Voldemort. He just walked on seemingly defenseless, without making any defense.

"In fact, your biggest failure is not understanding that there is something worse than death"

To be honest, Dumbledore hasn't really taken a shot for a long time. No one knows how powerful he is, and no one knows how far he understands magic.

For Dumbledore, using magic to fight 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.

Not to mention... Death is not the end.

"No!" Voldemort finally showed a hideous look, he roared, "You are the old stubborn who doesn't understand! You don't understand the beauty and cruelty of magic!"

Before the words fell, and he didn't see any movement, a black air suddenly exploded all over him, enveloping him.

For a while, Voldemort's whole body of black air swirled around, and in a blink of an eye it became almost exactly the same as the Dark 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 show you what is the true charm of magic!"

Next, Voldemort proved that if he can freely control the black energy, the combat effectiveness is completely different.

Maybe he still has a wand, maybe he doesn't. Because he was surrounded by black air, he couldn't see clearly, but anyway, the long whip made up of black air was constantly pumping toward Dumbledore.

But Dumbledore obviously wouldn't stand and be beaten in vain, but seeing his wand pointing down, the ground immediately swelled up and turned into a giant rocky hand blocking him.

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

With the sound of a frightening flogging, the broken rock and dirt splashed away, and the giant rock hand was turned into fragments on the ground in an instant, and Dumbledore could hide behind it. At this time, he was gone.

"Huh?"

Voldemort immediately noticed something was wrong, and he turned around immediately, and the black whip swept back suddenly, but it was completely empty.

At this moment, another red beam of light rushed straight from directly below him, and the speed was so fast that he almost caught him off guard.

Hit!

The red beam of light shot straight up under Voldemort's feet. In the astonished gaze of the Death Eaters, it actually penetrated the black flames on Voldemort's body and turned it into...

Dumbledore frowned slightly~IndoMTL.com~ Then there was another Apparition, a little further away.

Voldemort, who had just been hit by his beam of light, turned into a black air in the eyes of everyone's astonishment, but it did not dissipate.

As far as the characteristics of the black air are concerned, it is actually not much different from the black death. As long as the magic power contained in it is not completely exhausted, the situation where the whole person can be turned into black energy like Voldemort is almost immortal.

Only for a moment, the black air condensed again and changed to Tom Riddle again. Just look at the unchanging appearance, as if he didn't suffer any harm at all.

"Don't you understand, Dumbledore?" Voldemort said with a grinning grin, "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 didn't teach you anything..." He looked up at Voldemort as if he was walking and chatting. "Someone once told me that if I became a teacher, it wouldn't be A good teacher is not for me."

"It turns out that she was right!" Dumbledore chuckled lonely. "Do you know? You and Maca, the two most potential students I have met so far! But , I didn’t even teach you anything..."

"You don't need me to teach, nor does Maca," he said, "Yes! The life that I should have understood long ago will only be more meaningful if I go on by myself..."

"Thanks to the kid Macka, I finally understand, but Tom, do you understand?"

Dumbledore's wand is another finger, but the breath radiating from his body is completely different.

"...Sometimes, people...should be selfish..."