Chapter 255 Dumbledore's Sublimation

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"...Dumbledore."

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

The black air is getting more and more dense, gathering like a vortex.

Following a low and cold voice, the vortex of black air was suddenly withdrawn, and a young and elegant youth stood in the air, calmly looking at the white wizard on the ground.

"Nice to see you again... my 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 in the past fifty years, "I remember, your hair back then It's still reddish brown! Now it's completely white..."

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

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

"Really?" Voldemort nodded, seeming to agree with Dumbledore's words, "This is all 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 lightly, looked straight into Voldemort's eyes, and said seriously, "You are wrong, Tom... For a wizard, death has never been a threat or an obstacle. "

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

"Professor, you are still not good at telling jokes as usual, I think"

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

"Is it enough?" Voldemort raised his eyebrows, as if mocking Dumbledore, "Professor, I don't think you need to be so hypocritical anymore, because I have seen through your hypocrisy from the very beginning. Fraternity!"

"Yes! These methods of yours are indeed very good. You use these ingenious empty words to fool the world, so as to gain the support of the world and make them respect you, worship you, and support you..."

"But"

He spoke in a calm 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 use it to fool me?" Voldemort said loudly, spreading his arms, "Any wizard who has studied magic deeply will understand that the greatest enemy of wizards is time! And the end of time is death!"

"When you are dying and suddenly discover that you still have a spell that you haven't learned yet, what else would you say 'death is never an obstacle'!"

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

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

As the voice faded away, Dumbledore raised the Elder Wand in his hand and waved it so lightly.

Immediately, a beam of red light shot straight at Voldemort in the air with a slight vibration. If Maca was here, he would be able to recognize it as the regular aura at a glance!

Although it has not reached the level of the power of rules, the power contained in it is more ingenious, and the magic power consumption when casting is also more economical.

It seems that Dumbledore also set foot on Rowena's trials back then. Although he gave up that path in the end, he figured out the mystery of the rules by finding another way.

Voldemort's heart trembled when he saw this, he raised his wand in his right hand,

A cloud of black air immediately rose out of thin air, turning into a pitch-black shield to block the only way the red beam of light must pass.

With a low, gong-like sound, the beam of light bursting out from the tip of the Elder Wand was blocked by the shield in front of Voldemort, and the overflowing red streamer diffused like clouds and mist, strands towards him. Voldemort streamed away behind him.

At this moment, whether it was the members of the Order of the Phoenix behind Dumbledore or the members of the Death Eaters behind Voldemort, they were all startled back nearly a hundred feet by the terrifying force.

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

"To be honest, before I met that child, I planned to destroy you, Tom." Dumbledore still said calmly, and suddenly he raised his leg and walked towards Voldemort.

"We all know that there are many other ways to destroy a person." He stepped closer to Voldemort, as if he didn't care about the matter in front of him at all, "Just taking your life will not satisfy me. "

"There is nothing worse than death, Dumbledore!"

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

Dumbledore still shook his head, and with a slight shake of the wand in his hand, the red beam of light was like a flaming long sword, completely breaking up the cloud of black air.

In the next second, he flicked his wand again, and the beam of light lifted up abruptly, hitting Voldemort's shield heavily.

"boom!"

There was another muffled sound, and Voldemort moved back tens of feet together with the black shield in front of him.

"You are so wrong."

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

He simply dissipated the beam of light from the tip of the wand and continued walking towards Voldemort. He just walked around seemingly defenseless, without making any defenses.

"In fact, your greatest failure is not understanding that there are worse things than death"

To be honest, Dumbledore hasn't really made a move for a long time, no one knows how much strength he has, and no one knows how far his understanding of magic has reached.

For Dumbledore, using magic to fight is no longer his goal.

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

What's more... death is indeed not the end.

"No!" Voldemort finally showed a ferocious expression on his face, he roared loudly, "You are the old stubborn who doesn't understand! You don't understand at all, the beauty and cruelty of magic!"

Before he finished speaking, and he didn't see any movement, a puff of black air suddenly exploded around him, enveloping his whole body.

For a moment, Voldemort's whole body was swirled with black air, and in a blink of an eye he became almost exactly the same as the Black Death.

The only difference is that the black air on Voldemort's body is more like a black flame that is constantly beating and burning, exuding a disturbing atmosphere.

"Dumbledore...I will let you understand what is the real charm of magic!"

Next, Voldemort proved that whether he can freely control the black energy or not, the combat effectiveness is completely different.

Maybe he still had a wand, maybe he didn't. Because he was covered in black air, he couldn't see clearly at all, but no matter what, the long whip made up of black air was constantly whipping towards Dumbledore.

But Dumbledore obviously wouldn't stand still and be beaten in vain, but seeing his wand pointing down, the ground immediately bulged up a lot, turning into a giant rock hand to block him.

When the giant hand was just formed, Voldemort's dozens of black whips had already arrived!

With a heart-pounding whipping sound, clods of gravel and soil splashed, and the giant rock hand was turned into fragments all over the ground in an instant, but Dumbledore, who was hiding behind, was Has disappeared.

"Ok?"

Voldemort immediately sensed that something was wrong, he turned around immediately, and the black air whip swept back suddenly, but it was swept away.

At this moment, another beam of red light rushed straight from below him, so fast that it almost caught him off guard.

Hit!

The red beam of light shot straight up under Voldemort's feet, and under the astonished gazes of the Death Eaters, it actually pierced through the black flame on Voldemort's body, beating him into...

Dumbledore frowned slightly, followed by another Apparition, moving a little away.

But Voldemort, who had just been hit by his beam of light, turned into a puff of black energy again under the surprised eyes of everyone, but it did not dissipate.

As far as the characteristics of the black gas are concerned, it is actually not much different from the black dead disciples. 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.

In just a moment, the black air condensed again, turning into Tom Riddle again. Just looking at the unchanging appearance, it seemed that he hadn't suffered any harm at all.

"Don't you understand, Dumbledore?" Voldemort grinned grimly. "I am immortal! Immortal! Didn't I tell you? I defeated death!"

"yes?"

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 walking and chatting, "Someone once told me that if I became a teacher, I would definitely not be a good teacher That's not for me."

"It turns out that she was right!" Dumbledore chuckled slightly lonely, "Did you know? You and Maca are the two students with the greatest potential that I have ever met! But, I unexpectedly I can't teach you anything..."

"You don't need me to teach you, and you don't need Maca," he said, "Yeah! The life I should have understood a long time ago will be more meaningful if you have to go on by yourself..."

"Thanks to that kid Maca, I finally get it. But Tom, do you get it?"

Dumbledore pointed his wand again, but the aura emanating from his body was completely different.

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