A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 602 Ouroboros

Intense emotions span space, and with each other's hearts as a bond, descend on the fierce battlefield.

The murderous Voldemort waved his wand——

"boom!"

There was a loud, echoing crack from his snakewood staff, followed by a flood of black air gushing from his body.

"Harry Potter!?"

Voldemort yelled in disbelief, he was sure he heard the boy's voice, not a hallucination.He looked around at the smoke that hadn't dissipated, as if a person would suddenly jump out of it.

But this is absolutely impossible.Before the official duel, he placed warning spells all over the valley.

Voldemort suddenly disappeared and appeared on the edge of the battlefield. The dark magic power boiling on his body seemed to escape uncontrollably. As soon as he left his body, they betrayed their master and turned into dense maggots, clinging to Voldemort's robe, Hands, face... to swallow him up.

But Voldemort didn't care, the dreaded magical backfire was nothing to him, "Come out, Harry Potter!" He roared, shaking his head constantly, and finally found someone from a corner of his mind Sneaky figure.

It dawned on him, and then he was furious, wishing he could rush into Hogwarts castle immediately and tear Harry to pieces, who had repeatedly tried to sabotage his plan.

But he finally pushed Dumbledore to a dead end, how could he just give up like this?What's more, his Horcrux is still in Dumbledore's hands!Therefore, he could only suppress his resentment and unwillingness, trying to drive Harry Potter out of his mind.

But he soon realized that it wasn't going to be easy.The kid on the opposite side was like a jelly candy, refusing to leave.

For a while, the good situation seemed to be reversed, and he was caught in a triple crisis at the same time-Harry Potter penetrated into his mind and thoughts; the dissipated out-of-control magic turned into maggots; and the greatest threat Dumbledore-Voldemort Annoyed at himself for wasting a great opportunity, the hatred for Harry deepened in his heart.

But he couldn't help but feel a certain unsettling worry, the prophecy... the prophecy he hadn't had the chance to see in full... the one who had the power to defeat the Dark Lord was approaching...

Why should he! ?

Intense anger welled up in his heart, burning blazingly, the black robe on Voldemort's body swelled, and the maggots attached to it fell to the ground one after another, turning into black magic power again.

He opened his mouth and inhaled, and the magic came back again.

Then he quickly set up a few lines of defense in his mind, barely isolating the influence of Harry Potter on him - if he was given time, he could easily drive the enemy out, but now he can't spare any extra energy, just able to defend passively;

With both troubles settled, he gazed into the gradually clearing dust, where the looming figure of Dumbledore showed him standing up.Voldemort didn't care, the previous battle had shown that old man Dumbledore was no longer his opponent.

It's just that it's not clear whether it's an illusion, but Dumbledore's silhouette seems to be a little taller.

Did he step on a rock?

"Zheng!"

The chilling trill echoed in the valley.

As if provoked by some kind, there was a noisy "hissing" sound-this was some kind of advanced magic arranged by Voldemort with the snake stick.The ubiquitous snake sound is like a curse, and it will attach to Dumbledore if he is not careful.

But now this magic has been broken, at least half broken, and the two voices complement each other, and neither can overwhelm the other.

"Is this your trump card, Dumbledore—" Voldemort said with a smirk, "Do you know what happened just now? I found a guest for our duel, and he took the initiative to break in and act as a witness." Man...he will witness your downfall with his own eyes, and then, I will happily...repay the 'surprise' he brought me."

"Really, Tom? I don't think it will be such a trouble, I will thank him personally," said Dumbledore.

Voldemort narrowed his snake-like eyes, and the scarlet eyes with pupils like slits stared fixedly at the opposite side. The grievance in his heart made him ignore some abnormalities in the tone.He said in a high, evil voice, "You're still so stubborn, Dumbledore, when I stomped you down, I, I—"

He took a deep breath, holding his words in his throat, as if someone had suddenly strangled his neck.

The smoke and dust dissipated completely.

Dumbledore looked completely different.

He was originally tall and thin, with a slightly bent waist, but now his back is straight; most of the gray beard, which was long enough to be tucked into the belt, fell off, and right in front of Voldemort's eyes, the last long beard fell off, followed by a fine red beard. Brown stubble protruded from his smooth chin, growing wildly, and turned into a tight beard in the blink of an eye, which was exactly the same color as his hair at the moment.

The deep wrinkles at the corners of the eyes and on the forehead were quickly smoothed out, the slightly shriveled cheeks became fuller, and the nose that had been broken at least twice seemed to be completely uninjured, and became upright and straight.Dumbledore stretched out his slender and strong fingers, and the Elder Wand trembled excitedly in his hand. It was it that made the whistling sound when it confronted the Snakewood Wand just now.

Anyone who sees this wand will not doubt its extraordinary, and the magic power wrapped around it is frightening. This is definitely not inferior to the snakewood wand held in Voldemort's hand.But Voldemort was stingy and didn't pay any attention, all his attention was focused on the face that belonged to the middle-aged man.

"Dumbledore?" Voldemort asked awkwardly.

"Please forgive me...the changes are a bit big, but this is indeed me."

Dumbledore turned his wrist lightly, and the Elder Wand responded eagerly. The power of the spell shot from the wand made Voldemort terrified. He blocked the spell with difficulty, but the aftermath left small wounds on his body like a knife.

"Impossible!" cried Voldemort, pumping the magic in him and pouring it into the wand.But Dumbledore suddenly appeared in front of him, grabbing the snakewood wand with one hand, and the tip of the old wand transformed into half of a gleaming blade, slashing towards Voldemort's chest.

Blood splattered.

Voldemort turned into a cloud of black mist and appeared from a distance. The astonishment and shock in his eyes hadn't dissipated in time. It was too fast. Dumbledore's attack speed was far beyond imagination, and the change was as big as two different people.

No, they were originally two people!
One is very old; the other is in the prime of life.Dumbledore in his prime had not seen many people in this era, but Voldemort met him today.He raised his head in a panic, surrounded by clouds and mist in the sky, condensing a lot of magic power.

The air thickened, oppressing him from all directions, and he felt like a tiny bug in resin, making it difficult to even apparate.

Before he could react, Voldemort cast the Fiercefire Curse.

Fiercefire condensed into a fiery snake, and this huge monster pressed hard on Dumbledore. Dumbledore waved his wand, and the soil rippled and sank like water waves, like a barrier lake. Fiercefire struggled, but the more It got deeper and deeper, and finally disappeared completely.

Dumbledore looked at Voldemort with sharp blue eyes, as if to say, don't try to escape this time.Voldemort was a little scared. He had never seen Dumbledore in this state, but he was unwilling to let him go. He could see that this state would not last long...

Maybe stall for time?

No, he didn't believe Dumbledore could break his Killing Curse.

"Awada gnawed on the big tile!"

Voldemort tried his best.The dazzling green light converges like water, and the Killing Curse seems to be solid, condensing into a green-robed god of death wielding a sickle—this is the portrayal of Voldemort's heart. He claims to have conquered death, can control death, and what could be more powerful than driving death Show your identity?

The green-robed god of death swung his sickle fiercely, and the green light bloomed, and the deep valley was reflected like a ghost.The startled bird flew halfway and fell powerlessly.All creatures—trees, birds, small animals, even stones, soil, and dead leaves lost their original colors, as if they had been given life for a short time before being completely given death.

The green light from the death sickle seemed to dissolve everything, and the area where the two fought continued to sink.

But it's still blocked.

The clouds in the sky were torn off and surrounded Dumbledore, undergoing a series of complex deformations.Dumbledore waved his wand, and the gorgeous fire cloud was released like a spell, condensing into a red light, wrapping around the green-robed Death, together with its sickle.

"You want to use this thing against Death?" Voldemort growled, frantically pouring magic into his wand.The tip of the rod and the green-robed God of Death are connected by a green chain, providing it with a steady stream of strength and helping it break free from its shackles.

The green light became more intense, and the momentum was huge. The fire cloud wrapped around the green-robed Death God made a "sizzling" sound, but then burst out a burst of golden light, just like the sunset glow in the sky right now. The golden light is imprinted on the chains formed by the fire cloud , forming mysterious lines one by one.

It wasn't Transfiguration—at least not entirely, and few people seemed to be aware of Dumbledore's alter ego, the Master Alchemist.Then Dumbledore threw all the clouds around him into it, and the golden and red chains rattled, writhing as if they were alive, and finally parted a thread from Death, along the green-robed Death and Voldemort. The magical connection between extends to the opposite side.

Voldemort's eyes widened as the red-gold thread climbed onto Voldemort's snakewood staff, and his wrists suddenly tensed.

He lost.

He had to go, he wanted to Apparate away, but found himself unable to move, Voldemort bowed his head, his feet tangled in the overgrown green grass, the surge of magic power and flickering magic symbols on the grass blades made his My heart sank little by little.

The golden and red chains condensed by Huoshaoyun locked Voldemort more and more tightly, and the magic power in his body gradually died down. Finally, he was forced to let go, and the snakewood staff fell to the ground.The green-robed Grim Reaper, who had lost the support of his magic power, dissipated little by little.

Voldemort fell to the ground, looking at Dumbledore, who had a calm, albeit quite different face.

"What are you going to do next, kill me?" Voldemort asked fiercely.

Dumbledore didn't speak, he took a few steps back, sat on a makeshift chair with slender legs, and looked at Voldemort wearily.His face was gradually covered with wrinkles again, became wrinkled, and lost its luster... In just two or three minutes, a century has passed.

Voldemort seemed to forget that he was lying on the ground, and that he was defeated and captured, and watched the scene quietly.

"does it worth?"

"Worth it," said Dumbledore, in a soft but firm voice, "I am much older, more experienced, and of much lesser value than anyone else. Besides—I am inescapably responsible for what you have done Of course not all of it - I'm not that arrogant yet, but I did bring you into the wizarding world."

"Hypocrisy." Voldemort sneered, when there was a howling sound in the distance, "Oh, someone is coming, let me guess, someone from the Ministry of Magic? Not likely, you can't trust them; Order of the Phoenix? Those people are terrible A blow... is it Felix Heap?"

Dumbledore shook his head, "I don't know either. I didn't tell anyone where the duel was going. Let's wait and see."

After he finished speaking, the two fell into silence.

Dumbledore's gaze swept across the dilapidated valley, and this picturesque place was completely ruined, pitted and scorched.He stared down at the Elder Wand, which seemed dead and motionless.

"What's its name?" Voldemort asked suddenly.

Dumbledore hesitated, then said, "The Elder Wand."

For a moment Voldemort's expression was brilliant. "So that's how it is." He said in a low voice, "I have searched for its whereabouts... but it doesn't seem to be obedient."

"It craves blood, it craves strife, and I can't satisfy it," Dumbledore explained.

Voldemort looked away from the Elder Wand, stared at the hideously calm old face on the chair, and said viciously, "You're doing nothing, you know, Dumbledore?"

"I'm of the exact opposite opinion to you," said Dumbledore curtly, moving himself down to make himself more comfortable.

"Won't I have a chair?" Voldemort said playfully.

Dumbledore smiled, "You seem optimistic-but I don't think it's necessary, you will be transferred to a new place soon."

"Don't tell me it's Azkaban? I don't believe you are so naive." Voldemort licked his lips and asked tentatively.

"I'm not naive, I just have expectations of human nature." Dumbledore corrected, "I once thought, if I could give you more care and less vigilance, would you still be like this?"

Voldemort was a little stunned, and he sneered mercilessly: "You still say that you are not naive? Dumbledore, are you going to explain to me again the most powerful force in your mind-love? When I was very young- —Before I met you, I realized the importance of strength. It will win you awe and obedience from the weak ——You can’t kill me, Dumbledore, I will come back. Just chatting, I figured out One thing has to do with our guest, my little friend Harry Potter..."

He suddenly closed his mouth, raised his head, and a figure descended from the sky.

It was Felix, dropping to the ground and looking around like a stray traveler.Then he walked towards them, brisk on his feet, and seemed in a pretty good mood.

"There you are, Felix Hemp," said Voldemort hoarsely, greeting him like an old friend. "We were talking about you just now."

"Thank you, I'm honored." Felix said, bypassing Voldemort on the ground, and pushing back Voldemort who was struggling to sit up when passing by, then walked straight to Dumbledore, and looked at him carefully , asking "Are you okay?"

"It's never been so easy." Dumbledore said jokingly, his eyes still stayed on Voldemort, to be precise, behind him, he seemed to find something interesting, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

But Voldemort interpreted the smile as sarcasm, and his face contorted.

"It just happened to happen," Felix seemed to be explaining why he was here, "with Kreacher, but I didn't let him come over. He is a little emotional now."

"It's that... oh, I see." Dumbledore blinked and whispered.

"Speaking of which, Albus——" Felix frowned subconsciously, "You look a lot older, is it an illusion? There are a few more wrinkles than when I was counting."

"Have you counted yet?" Dumbledore asked curiously.

"Of course, those are the wrinkles on Albus Dumbledore's face. This is important information." Felix said pretending to be serious, Voldemort's red eyes became evil and cold, and the two ignored him. He felt intensely humiliated.

"I still have something to say, but it seems unnecessary." He said in a cold tone.

"Yes, I should have thought of it earlier," said Dumbledore solemnly.

Voldemort glared at Dumbledore, who certainly wouldn't give in easily.Even if his magic power is bound now and the snakewood staff is lost, at least he can still do one thing.

He sneered, staring deeply at Dumbledore and Felix, as if to carve their faces into his soul, then he closed his eyes and waited quietly.Before long, he will usher in rebirth, because immediately——

He is going to die.

Dumbledore and Felix watched him without moving.After a few seconds, Voldemort opened his eyes wide, his snake-like pupils trembling, "How--what did you--"

Dumbledore shook his head slightly, and with a flick of his wand, Voldemort's restraints disappeared.

But Voldemort was not free, another force bound him.He lowered his head laboriously, looking at the dark green snake tail that pierced through his chest. It seemed illusory and did not cause physical harm, but it was this thing that locked his soul and trapped him in this body.

There was a surge of emotion.

Then, Voldemort was dragged from the ground, hanging limply in midair, like a disheveled dementor with his hood off.He struggled to raise his head, and saw a huge hideous snake head approaching him, with arcs of different colors jumping on the edge of each dark green scale.

"Shou-Guardian?"

Felix nodded at him.

The giant snake opened its mouth wide, and Voldemort's eyes went dark for a moment.

Dumbledore and Felix witnessed the giant snake swallowing Voldemort in one bite, and swallowing its own tail by the way, it circled in the air like a kitten or puppy chasing its own tail, forming a standard Ouroboros pattern .

(End of this chapter)