Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

Seeing Dumbledore appear, Voldemort waved his hand, signaling for Bellatrix and the others to leave.

These were his most loyal followers, and he couldn't bear to see them caught in the battle between him and Dumbledore.

"Dumbledore," Voldemort raised the snake-wood wand in his hand, his scarlet eyes gleaming with fervent battle intent, "You've finally arrived. I thought you might wait a bit longer, until these useless fools were all dead before showing yourself."

"A very handsome new wand," Dumbledore said calmly, "It seems this is the one you took from Ilvermorny. You killed too many for it."

"Salazar Slytherin's snake-wood wand, those fools shouldn't have tried to stop me from reclaiming it." Voldemort proudly displayed the snake-wood wand, then said coldly, "It's not only beautiful, but powerful enough that I can defeat you."

"That's not certain," Dumbledore approached Voldemort step by step, his tone relaxed and casual, as if chatting with an old friend. At the same time, he gently raised the wand in his hand, showing it to Voldemort, "After all, my wand isn't bad either."

Looking at the wand in Dumbledore's hand, Voldemort's pupils contracted sharply.

This special shape...

It looked too much like the legendary Elder Wand!

Voldemort carefully recalled the information he had gathered over the past few months, and found that this wand was exactly as described in the records.

Damn it!

How did this wand end up in Dumbledore's hands?

No wonder he couldn't find any information about it, no wonder Dumbledore was the most powerful wizard in the world today.

Thinking of this, Voldemort's heart sank.

If Dumbledore was using the Elder Wand, then today's battle...

"Your wand isn't bad either?" He composed himself, then sneered, and a jet of green light shot straight towards Dumbledore, "Then let's see whose wand is better!"

However, Dumbledore simply turned slightly, his robes fluttering, and his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

The next moment, he appeared silently behind Voldemort, his silver-white beard fluttering slightly, the wand he held aloft shimmering with golden light.

A spell instantly shot out towards Voldemort.

The power of this spell was extremely strong, and even with the fire wall in place, the people from the Ministry of Magic felt their hair stand on end.

Voldemort's red eyes narrowed slightly. He didn't choose to confront the spell head-on, but transformed his entire being into black smoke, disappearing from the range of the attack.

The black smoke drifted erratically, but quickly re-condensed into his figure beside the fountain. Reflected in the water, his snake-like face appeared even more sinister, and a cold smile crept onto his lips.

"Dumbledore, I've rarely seen you use such a powerful, destructive spell. Do you want me dead? Hahahaha, even you, with your mouth full of benevolence and morality, have become cruel."

He abruptly waved the snake-wood wand, casting a complex spell on the remaining statues in the fountain. The statues seemed to be instantly imbued with life, running nimbly, their clicking footsteps echoing as they charged towards Dumbledore, like loyal guards carrying out their master's will.

Seeing the approaching statues, Dumbledore's expression didn't change in the slightest. He steadily walked towards Voldemort, only his silver-white beard fluttering slightly.

At the same time, he gently waved the wand in his hand, and the charging statues instantly changed direction, rushing towards Voldemort again.

"Tom, if necessary, I can become more ruthless than you can imagine, but we both know that merely killing the current you won't satisfy me."

"Also, you're not particularly skilled in Transfiguration, you've always been better at those straightforward spells, haven't you?"

Voldemort waved the snake-wood wand, blasting apart the attacking statues, then began chanting a spell in Parseltongue. Accompanied by this spell, the snake-wood wand began to emit a bright green light.

"Is that so? Then try this, Dumbledore."

Subsequently, Voldemort abruptly flicked the snake-wood wand, and the ground instantly teemed with countless giant snakes, hissing as they rapidly coiled towards Dumbledore.

However, the instant the giant snakes appeared, Dumbledore wielded the wand in his hand like a whip, a long rope of flame appearing at the tip, effortlessly cutting through the torrent of attacking giant snakes, and then wrapping Voldemort up.

"You think you've won, Dumbledore?" A hint of arrogance appeared on Voldemort's lips, and the snake-wood wand in his hand trembled slightly.

The next instant, the fire rope wrapped around him immediately loosened and transformed into a giant fire snake, rearing up and lunging towards Dumbledore with a hiss.

At the same time, Voldemort's figure disappeared from the spot, appearing behind Dumbledore. He swung his wand fiercely, and countless sharp stone spikes emerged from the ground, pointing directly at Dumbledore.

Seemingly finding these attacks insufficient, he waved his wand again, sending a jet of green light towards Dumbledore's back.

Faced with three deadly attacks, Dumbledore didn't panic in the slightest. He gently clenched his left hand, and the stone spikes on the ground instantly transformed into a stone wall, accurately blocking Voldemort's Killing Curse.

At the same time, he swung the wand in his right hand upwards with a large motion, and the giant fire snake was immediately flung high into the air, then transformed into a cloud of black smoke.

Seeing his sure-kill attack easily defused by Dumbledore, the smile froze on Voldemort's face, his scarlet eyes filled with anger and unwillingness.

However, before he could wave his wand again, he saw Dumbledore raise his wand and swing it downwards.

"Water Prison!"

In an instant, a huge torrent of water roared out from the magic fountain, forming a spherical water prison, trapping Voldemort within it.

Dumbledore gripped the wand tightly, causing the water flow in the water prison to form a powerful vortex, like a washing machine, constantly rotating Voldemort's figure.

Voldemort struggled, waving his wand, wanting to escape this dizzying and suffocating thing as soon as possible. Unfortunately, with his figure unstable, Apparition was impossible to use successfully.

Helplessly, he transformed into a cloud of black smoke again, finally breaking free from the water prison.

The battle paused slightly, Voldemort gasped for breath, clutching his wand, looking at the calm Dumbledore, his eyes filled with madness.

"No wonder you are Dumbledore, you are still so powerful, but I haven't lost yet, continue..."

Before he could finish speaking, a flash of green fire appeared in the fireplace, and Sebastian walked out, sandwiching Voldemort between them.

Seeing this, the madness in Voldemort's eyes receded. He took a deep look at the Elder Wand in Dumbledore's hand, then hooked the corner of his mouth and disappeared directly in place.

"Dumbledore, let's slowly exchange notes in the future..."