The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

"Avada Kedavra!"

A green light flew through the smoke and dust, and a statue of a one-armed thinker came to life, dashing from the base, protecting Hermione's body, the killing curse was blocked, but the statue was also smashed to pieces.

Hermione stretched out her left hand, and the runes on the fire ring glowed faintly, making the flames turn into slender ropes, sizzling around Voldemort and the shield.

"The only difference between Dumbledore and you is that he is too tolerant..." Voldemort said calmly.

But the chains that seemed to come out of hell turned into two blue poisonous snakes, facing Cyrus and Hermione, hissing viciously, and opening their mouths to attack.

Suddenly, a big hole was blasted on the top of their heads, and even the poisonous snake that turned into Li Huo was instantly suppressed.

"Really?" Dumbledore's voice made Voldemort gasp, "I think I have learned a long time ago, who should be tolerant...and who should be cruel, people will grow, and you Never learn!"

He stood high on the edge of the cave, overlooking Voldemort. Dumbledore held the wand heartily, swung it down sharply, and drew an arc.

The two poisonous snakes formed by Fiendfire, like grass under the strong wind, were crushed so hard that they couldn't straighten up. When the distance between them and Cyrus and Hermione was still half, they disappeared into a plume of thick smoke.

"None of you can kill me!" roared Voldemort.

"We all know that there are countless ways to destroy a person." Dumbledore stretched out his wand, and the power of the spell made everyone present stand on end. Then, Voldemort was hooked out.

The Dark Lord, who was feared by countless people, was extremely embarrassed in front of Dumbledore, Hermione, and Cyrus.

At the same moment, the five tall golden statues on the fountain, including the centaur, the wizard, and the goblin, came to life, jumped up from the base quickly, and pressed down on Voldemort's limbs and head.

"There is nothing more terrifying than death, Dumbledore"

Voldemort yelled, luckily Dumbledore sent the students back to rest and recuperate after they finished attacking the Death Eaters in the main hall.

Hearing a loud noise, Voldemort turned into black smoke, overturning five statues, followed by two green lights, the centaur and goblin were instantly shattered, and then the smoke came behind Dumbledore in the blink of an eye.

Dumbledore turned around and turned his head very quickly, letting Voldemort's Killing Curse rub against his ear and hit the wall.

"It's worse than death for those who lose their love...you never know what it is to lose." Dumbledore waved his wand as if with a whip, while the other hand firmly grasped Voldemort's right hand.

"Is this an old man in his 90s?" Hermione rubbed her eyes, as if she had misread.

Cyrus curled his lips noncommittally, he knew... But before that, he had seen Dumbledore's strong body, and this flexible and vigorous skill made Voldemort scream.

Hearing it yelled, it flew out, firmly embedded in the wall.

Voldemort panicked. It originally only wanted to test Cyrus and Tom Riddle. Hermione Granger was mentioned, and Dumbledore was slightly tested, but he didn't expect...

Unexpectedly, Dumbledore seems to have taken the wrong medicine, and all the regulations of "taking human life is the worst" were all left behind by him.

"If I have that wand too..." Voldemort thought greedily, before he got up, another chain blocked his legs, Voldemort raised his head, only to see Dumbledore's eyes full of murderous intent.

"My biggest mistake was that I was delusional that you would turn back." Dumbledore seemed to be talking to a dying person, and he threw the other person high, "For this... I let more people lost their lives!"

"The prophecy is in my hands, I am the winner!!" Voldemort struggled to emit a green light, but was deflected by Cyrus with the Force.

"I do not care anymore"

Voldemort seemed to have heard something absurd, and the smile on his face gradually stopped. It looked at Dumbledore, and Dumbledore nodded calmly at it.

"Yes, you heard it right..." Dumbledore's voice made other members of the Order of the Phoenix look sideways, "I don't care about prophecies anymore, this is the biggest difference between me and you, I have seen more~"

More possibilities...

Dumbledore still can't forget the Granger he met in 1993, it was a brand new door, a road he never thought of, and a road that had never been opened.

"No, that's because you can't get the prophecy ball!"

Voldemort still wanted to say something, the water in the pool under his feet was lifted up under Dumbledore's control, gradually enveloping it, this time it struggled bigger and bigger.

Dumbledore looked at Cyrus, who pulled Hermione knowingly.

"Scarlet Chain" "Quick Imprisonment"

Scarlet, like a chain that had just been calcined, it was as thick as an arm, and then divided into three, dragged by Cyrus, Hermione, and the wizard statue with only one arm left, tightly bound Voldemort.

The clear water wrapped Voldemort like a cocoon, like a glass ball, and the rippling Voldemort inside glowed slightly black, struggling dimly in the suffocating water prison.

Just when they thought each other was about to die, Voldemort erupted with supernatural powers.

"Be careful, everyone hide!" Dumbledore's voice finally panicked, and he shouted loudly to the members of the Order of the Phoenix.

The huge explosion scattered the water, wet the floor, and shattered the glass of the entire Ministry of Magic. The impact caused Hermione to fall, and Cyrus grabbed her cloak that had come off and covered himself, lying on her back body.

Knives fell from the sky...

Even though he propped up the force barrier and the Iron Armor Curse, and was stained with Voldemort's curse, the glass that turned into a knife quickly corroded the defense, and Cyrus hugged Hermione tightly.

There was a cut in the cloak, but in the end it only scratched Cyrus' left cheek.

Voldemort ran away, but Dumbledore didn't seem to find it strange. He knew how much the other party was afraid of death, and once he was in crisis, he would struggle desperately.

The Ministry's atrium was packed, and a number of wizards were coming out of a fireplace that ran along one wall, and Fudge ran out in a panic when Dumbledore pulled them up.

"He's there!" A man shouted, pointing at the fountain, "Mr. Fudge, it's definitely the Mystery Man. I saw it break free and fly away in black smoke! I can swear it's definitely the Mystery Man!!"

"I know...William, I saw that too," Fudge panted, his legs swinging, pajamas visible under his striped wizard robes, "God, Ministry of Magic...what's going on here ?!"

Nothing was intact, there was a big hole in the floor of the main hall, glass was everywhere, and there were some wounded wizards beside them, who pulled out a knife on their bodies.

Importantly, he saw Dumbledore!

"Come... come!" Fudge looked around and shouted at the Auror troops he had brought, "Catch him!"

"Mr. Minister, if you want to do it." Cyrus ran up to Dumbledore and pointed at them with his wand, "I don't mind, and... we are ready to win again!"

And Hermione also rushed over and stood with Cyrus, but she stood a little closer to Cyrus.

Technically, Cyrus is in front of Dumbledore, and Hermione is in front of Cyrus.