HP heard I should be a Death Eater

The Dark Lord had no room to spare this time, so Signus could only fight. Fortunately, the Death Eaters had never been stingy with training young members, and he already had enough experience to use the Unforgivable Curse just as quickly.The two killing spells collided to create a powerful wave of magic power, and the world by the lake, which was already shrouded in black magic, became more gloomy and terrifying.The black magic power spread from Signus and the Dark Lord, turning into a flowing thick fog, forming a vortex around them, and blowing up a frenzied wind.

This contest was not equal from the very beginning, and Signus fell into a passive position not long after, and could only clearly feel the rapid loss of his magic power.The Dark Lord was staring at him, waiting indifferently for his end, he was dying worthless, and the Horcrux was still in the magic circle.

Maybe I shouldn't have lured him away, Signus thought desperately, but then dismissed the idea.If he didn't do this and directly destroyed the Horcrux, although the chance of success was high, it would mean that Snape and Lucius would be the ones facing the Dark Lord's wrath, and he would never allow that to happen.

But did the plan end in such a failure?Just give him the horcruxes that were so hard to find?

The magic power was being exhausted, Signus gritted his teeth, concentrated all the power in his body in a self-destructive manner, and attacked the Dark Lord.He knew that in this way, he might become a squib, but now he had no other choice, what else could he do but fight to the death?

The all-out strike of a 17-year-old boy is not yet a threat to a wizard like the Dark Lord.Feeling the self-destructive blow from Signus, the Dark Lord even laughed, intending to end the young man's short life.

A powerful force rushed out from the Dark Lord's wand, heading straight towards Signus, but unfortunately the fatal blow missed the target, but was neutralized by another force halfway.

The dazzling light breaks through the dark vortex and dispels the suffocating gloom.Almost exhausted, Signus barely stood upright, squinting at the source of the light.

Dumbledore was dressed in fancy robes, he looked as if he had just come from a Christmas party, and that look was extremely out of tune with the serious expression on his face, making Signus want to laugh out of place.He moved his lips, but before he could make a sound, a mouthful of blood spewed out of his mouth, and needle-like pain came from his limbs, and Signus immediately shut his mouth to prevent himself from screaming out due to the sudden pain .

This feeling is not good.While neither Dumbledore nor the Dark Lord had time to talk to him, Signus tried to mobilize the magic power in his body, and it really felt very difficult.If he stopped using magic now, he wouldn't be a complete Squib.

His small movements were not obvious, but he was noticed by Dumbledore. As the greatest white wizard of this century, Dumbledore still remembered to care about the students, but the other protagonist tonight didn't give him a chance.

"Albus Dumbledore." The Dark Lord said the name slowly: "I really didn't expect that we would meet here."

Dumbledore stopped looking at Signus, and calmly said to the Dark Lord, "I didn't expect you to make yourself like this."

The Dark Lord didn't take it seriously, Dumbledore never had a hard time with him, and even when he was an ordinary student at Hogwarts, he couldn't even hope to get his praise.From the first meeting in the orphanage, Dumbledore was full of prejudice against him. No matter how good his grades were or how other professors praised him, Dumbledore always looked at him with vigilance and suspicion.

Now it seems that Dumbledore was right from the beginning.He has indeed turned the wizarding world upside down, but is ambition wrong?Dumbledore himself can stand at the highest place in the magic world and accept the admiration and respect of everyone, why can't he?What's more, what he's doing is even more noble.There are too many weeds polluting the wizarding world, and only he can clean them up.

Dumbledore's appearance made the Dark Lord think of too many things, confused his not sober mind, and made the crazy factors in his body agitated.He saw that Dumbledore was still preaching with a serious face, but those voices seemed far away.

"Tom, the soul is the most important thing for a wizard. What you are doing now is tantamount to suicide."

Same thing, the Dark Lord thought tiredly, how important the soul is, he had heard it countless times when he was in school.If it wasn't for the importance of the soul, how could he choose to split and hide them in different places.

"In my prediction, we should meet at Hogwarts." The Dark Lord raised his voice and interrupted Dumbledore's words, the red in his eyes fluctuated with his inner emotions, becoming more and more bewitching.

"Didn't you not allow me to enter Hogwarts? I want the entire wizarding world to witness the destruction of this school. I want you to watch Hogwarts be destroyed. At that time, you have to remember this This disaster is all because of you. I didn't intend to destroy it. After all, it was my first home after entering the wizarding world. I love it as much as anyone. You forced me to have such an idea , you are a sinner at Hogwarts."

The more the Dark Lord spoke, the more excited he became, as if the future he was talking about at this moment had already witnessed the collapse of Hogwarts and Dumbledore being reviled by others.In contrast to him was Dumbledore's indifference. The old headmaster looked at him quietly, as if looking at a poor lunatic.

There must be a duel between these two people, and it seems that there is no need for Signus to stay here anymore.He glanced at the Dark Lord and Dumbledore, then at the magic circle waiting quietly in the snow behind him, and moved over there quietly.

The pain caused by the emptiness of magic power was still shuttled between the bones, and he was always warned not to continue using magic.Signus remained unmoved as if he had lost his senses. While being alert to the Dark Lord's movements, he moved to the side of the magic circle, staggered and fell down in the snow.

His body was already covered in blood, so he didn't need to cut the wound to bleed. He pressed his hands directly on the icy snow and whispered the ancient spell.The magic circle glowed faintly amidst his chanting, but it was not obvious, and it did not attract the attention of the Dark Lord in the light brought by Dumbledore.

The dizziness and pain kept pulling Signus, requiring him to stop using magic immediately, so he had to rest for a while, and only raised his wand when the shaking and blackened picture in front of him returned to normal.

Powerful magic power erupted from the side of the Dark Lord, followed by Dumbledore's equally domineering power.Signus was affected by the two forces, and stabilized his body with one hand, his face turned paler, but he still resisted making a sound.

He looked back at the duel between the two powerful men, and could only see the eyeball-burning light of the curse, in which the two figures were blurred, and he could hear the Dark Lord's crazy laughter.

Dumbledore won't lose... Signus thought uncertainly, immediately waved his wand, and uttered the complex series of spells of Fiercefire.

The last bit of magic power in his body was quickly drained, and Signus felt that something in his body was shattered by this weak Fiercefire Curse. That feeling was not as painful as just now, but it made him feel that his soul would never Completely distraught.He wanted to grab something to relieve his anxiety, but he only grabbed a handful of cold snow and a little bit of frozen mud.

Under the action of the magic circle, a little bit of weak magic power also ignited the fierce fire, and Signus had no time to dodge, and was pushed several meters away by the power of the flame explosion, lying on the ground and coughing out a mouthful of dirty blood again.He moved his burned fingers, clenched his wand a little bit, and waved it tentatively. For the first time, the wand that had accompanied him for seven years did not respond, as if it were an ordinary stick.

This was the expected result. Signus knew that he was about to be activated long before he uttered the Fiendfyre Curse, but when he really couldn't even cast the simplest spell, and his mind was still uncontrollably blank, Trembling uncontrollably.

Without the magic power, Signus felt that the snow in the winter night was so cold, and the wind blowing on his body seemed to be able to penetrate into the bones.Dumbledore and the Dark Lord were so powerful that the little bit of magic that occasionally touched him made his fragile body unable to resist.

It would be nice if he could take a rest, Signus tried to raise his face, and there was a blur of flames in his vision.He has already done what he should do, why can't he take a good rest?But when he really closed his eyes, relaxed his body in the cold wind, and fell into the darkness little by little, Snape's figure suddenly appeared in front of him again.Under the cliff, Snape was leaning against him, and he was afraid of touching his wound. Signus twitched the corner of his mouth, forcing himself to wake up, feeling the erosion of the cold and the magic power from the two powerful wizards .

He turned his head with great effort and looked in the direction of Dumbledore and the Dark Lord. In his blurred vision, the Dark Lord looked so crazy and irrational that he looked like a ghost from hell.The destruction of the Horcruxes seemed to affect him greatly, and the Dark Lord's red eyes seemed to protrude from his face.His eyes fell on Signus, and the anger in them was frightening.Dumbledore stood between the two of them, and kept drawing the Dark Lord's attention to himself, but to no avail.The Horcrux also took away the last of the Dark Lord's sanity, and now he only sees Signus, who destroyed his hope of immortality, and Dumbledore is ignored instead.

"Blake, get out of here!" Dumbledore yelled.The Horcruxes had been destroyed, and Signus remaining like a living target for the Dark Lord would only increase the danger.But Dumbledore didn't know about Signus' situation, he didn't know that he could no longer use Apparation, and he couldn't use the Portkey.

"Black?" Dumbledore called again when there was no response.

Signus blinked slowly, looking at the starry sky above.The night was beautiful tonight, but it was a pity that Snape was not by his side, so he could only lie in the cold and enjoy it alone.Dumbledore's voice grew farther and farther away, and Signus heard him shout but couldn't make out. "Sev..." He opened his mouth, and only uttered hoarse syllables, which he couldn't even hear clearly.

The world gradually darkened, as if dark clouds blocked the moonlight.Signus closed his eyes, struggling to breathe in the darkness.

I have to go back, he repeated in his mind, as if that would get a response from Merlin.

i have to go back...

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I'm sorry Siegel, my mother will treat you well later T﹏T