Chapter 491 Voldemort: Wait, I Will Definitely Come Back!

What Dumbledore saw was Helga and Rowena. As for Rice, he did not want to be too high-profile and chose to hide his figure. He did not appear on the court as struttingly as his two old friends.

According to Rowena and Helga's original plan, they planned to clear out the Secret Order's miscellaneous soldiers first, but Dumbledore's words stopped them in their tracks.

"What the hell love and justice..." Rowena felt like she had a thousand words to say, but it felt like the time was not right now.

Helga didn't have so many worries. Dumbledore's words were quite what she wanted, and since she was not in a good mood now, she simply shouted: "I'm here to help you!"

Then, as the two friends watched in amazement, he jumped from the top of the Quidditch pitch and hit Voldemort directly in the duel field.

She didn't care too much and directly chose to go two against one with Dumbledore.

Rowena, Salazar:…

They didn't know what to say. Maybe Helga had been holding back some anger in the dungeon and needed to vent it.

Now that Helga had taken action, Rice and Rowena did not hesitate and directly attacked the Secret Order monks in the Quidditch stadium.

Rowena stood on a high place and fired wind blades at the monks from a high position, killing them one by one.

Rice, on the other hand, was wandering around the stadium as if he were wandering around, but any monk who came close to him would have his blood drained by him, killing them instantly.

As for Helga, she launched a coordinated attack with Dumbledore.

A few plain thorns of earth, and then some small meteorites, made Voldemort miserable. But after struggling for a long time, his ultimate move was finally ready.

The black sludge that was forced into the corner of the duel stage by the flames and dust rolled up, and then a huge wolf head emerged from it.

The flesh and blood on its body has rotted, but you can still see the huge bone-deep wound on the wolf's head. Not only were there scars on the wolf's head, but the wolf's body was also covered with terrible cracks, and the flesh and blood at some of the cracks could even be seen being burned.

However, after emerging from Voldemort's domain, the power of the domain quickly repaired the scars on its body, its shriveled body became plump again, and its messy hair became shiny and smooth.

Summoning the wolf and repairing his injuries drained the last bit of Voldemort's strength. When the wolf completely emerged from the ground, Voldemort's domain also disappeared.

The last bit of black sludge adhered to the tail of the demon wolf, helping him to reconnect the broken tail.

"Wolf Fenrir!" The weak Voldemort showed a sick smile, "The real god! The ancient god of Northern Europe!"

Helga looked at the majestic demon wolf Fenrir calmly, without being shaken by its terrifying aura. She just wanted to ask Voldemort one question.

"So you ended up placing your hopes on the gods?"

Voldemort narrowed his eyes.

"Since it has entered my realm of death, it is my power. You, and Dumbledore, will also become a part of me!"

Helga understood what Voldemort meant.

Okay, the guy in front of me is still a wizard after all, and has not completely become a lackey of the gods. Maybe Salazar would be a little relieved that this dark wizard who came out of Slytherin College still retains a glimmer of sparkle.

If he worshiped the Nordic magic wolf he summoned and even recognized it as his master, then there was no telling how far Salazar would go to break through the defense.

Voldemort did not understand the true meaning of Helga's question, and he was too lazy to think about it. After a brief exchange with the other party, he waved his hand and the wolf flew towards Dumbledore.

At the same time, a few strands of wolf hair fell from his body, and the moment he landed on the ground, he turned into a giant wolf as long as a person, following the demon wolf and attacking the two of them.

Helga took a look at the demon wolf and realized that this guy probably had no form but no spirit. He just relied on his powerful divine body to carry out instinctive attacks.

The dust on the ground rose up and quickly enveloped the summoned little wolves. With a gentle roll, the little wolf was turned into a clay sculpture by her.

After a few seconds, they made a poofing sound and returned to their wolf fur state.

Dumbledore controlled the flames and created a flaming phoenix to fight the wolf.

After a few rounds of fighting back and forth, the hair on the demon wolf's body was ignited.

Helga stepped aside to give Dumbledore more space.

She also wanted to take the opportunity to see the strength of the current principal of Hogwarts.

After observing for a moment and having a rough understanding of Dumbledore's strength, she reached out and pointed at the demon wolf. The two hind legs of the demon wolf were wrapped in sand, which immediately fixed it in place and made it unable to move.

Dumbledore's phoenix seized the opportunity, fell from the sky, and quickly and accurately pecked out the wolf's eyes.

The magic wolf that lost its eyes let out a cry of pain and began to fight back hard. However, it only had instincts and lost its vision. How could it be Dumbledore's opponent?

After the phoenix pounced several times, the demon wolf fell to the ground with a bang, its aura quickly dissipated, and within a few seconds it returned to its original form, turning into a highly decomposed wolf corpse.

Dumbledore covered the flames smoothly, and was surprised to find that he only burned part of the carrion and hair, and the remaining body showed no signs of being burned at all.

"The corpses of gods are not so easy to destroy. Their bodies will only decay after the divine substances inside them are lost by themselves." Helga said in the tone of an experienced person.

Dumbledore couldn't help but have a thought: How many gods did she kill in the past when she was so skilled?

Seeing that his last trump card was also cracked, Voldemort's expression became extremely gloomy.

He took out his wand and prepared to fight to the end.

However, Voldemort's reaction speed was greatly reduced at this time. As soon as he took out his wand, he was hit by Dumbledore's disarming spell. His wand flew high, rolled into the wall of fire, and turned into a pile of ashes in an instant.

"It's all over, Tom." Dumbledore pointed his wand at Voldemort, his tone calm.

Voldemort's expression became more and more ferocious: "Just wait, Dumbledore, I will definitely come back."

He still has the Horcrux!

As long as the Horcrux is not destroyed, he will not die!

"I'll wait for you." Dumbledore did not have any emotional fluctuations because of Voldemort's words, "When you come back, I will get rid of you again until your Horcruxes are exhausted."

At this moment, he had expected it and was mentally prepared.

This is his duty and the sin he wants to atone for - it can be regarded as making up for the mistakes of the past.

The light flashed, and the last trace of blood on Voldemort's face disappeared. He fell on the duel stage, splashing a cloud of dust.

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