Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 131 I will be back!

"The time characteristic has a time limit, Tom, you can't survive the Forbidden Forest."

As Dumbledore said, he waved his wand and pointed to the relief on the side—this time, he significantly increased his magic power output.

The relief falling from the wall did not maintain its original appearance as before, but after being distorted, it turned into a sculpture of Perseus.

Voldemort remembered the statue, and through it in Florence, Dumbledore passed on to him the sculptor's technique of adding emotion to sculpture.

But he didn't understand why Dumbledore chose this statue, and it seemed that Dumbledore had no intention of launching other attacks.

Voldemort was puzzled, and Perseus, who was holding the head of Medusa in his left hand and the dagger in his right hand, had already killed him. There was no time to think, and Voldemort fought with him.

It was still passing through the body, and it was still a blow back, but this time there was an accident-Perseus' left hand was turned backwards, allowing Medusa's head to face Voldemort directly.

And just when Voldemort was about to make a move, Medusa's head opened its eyes—if it wasn't for being used to the weirdness of the wizarding world, Voldemort would have been taken aback.

Looking at Medusa, in an instant, my ripples actually showed signs of freezing...

Damn old bee, you know how to play.

"Albus." Trying to avoid Perseus' back stab, Voldemort roared dissatisfied, "Didn't you say you can't do it anymore?"

That day in front of the fireplace, when Voldemort saw that his Transfiguration used magic, he expressed surprise. The old bee regretted that he could no longer do it, but now...

This Medusa is obviously using a spell with a petrifying effect.

"I think you've misunderstood, Tom." Dumbledore said, "I said it couldn't be done, referring to the matter of summoning my mother's spirit. After that, I was sure she was away from me."

Digging grass, digging grass, you engage in sneak attacks, you can't afford it, you little hot chicken, you have no strength, you... BGM rang in Voldemort's ears, he really didn't expect the old bee to keep such a hand.

Trying to distance himself from Perseus, Voldemort needs to regain control of Ripple.

But Perseus, who held Medusa high, could not give Voldemort a chance. He chased Voldemort every step of the way and slashed and killed him. Looking at his posture, killing only one Medusa was obviously not enough to satisfy him.

"When did you think of this, Albus." Voldemort asked while avoiding the pursuit, "Using the petrification spell to resist ripples, you must not be whimsical, right?"

"of course."

Dumbledore admitted without hesitation, "If you have learned any spell, Tom, no matter what the spell is, please look for his counter-curse first, it will be more beneficial for you to understand the spell itself, child."

At this time, Dumbledore did not forget to educate Voldemort, which shows how easy he is.

Voldemort felt humiliated again, as before, and it gave him the illusion that Dumbledore was in control.

Damn it...he roared in his heart.

Only now did he truly feel the terror of Dumbledore, and he finally understood why such a powerful Voldemort was so afraid of this old man who was over a hundred years old.

Extraordinary wisdom, extremely delicate thoughts, deep and compact layout...

If you think this is enough to make the Dark Lord fearful, then you are completely wrong.

Voldemort only knew today that what the Dark Lord feared was Dumbledore's dauntingly powerful magical talent.

No, just describing it as talent is an insult to Dumbledore.

should say……

Terrifying magical wisdom.

"Tom, stop and admit defeat, how about we have a good talk?"

Dumbledore said, "I can change at least a dozen Perseus without using more than your magic power, so..."

"impossible."

Voldemort roared, and after dodging Perseus' blow, he rolled backwards 360 degrees violently, followed by another 360-degree roll, and then another...

After Dumbledore watched Voldemort roaring in silence, he rolled all the way backwards, and after rolling a few more times, he probably reached the door of his office.

"Stubborn child..." he murmured.

Fortunately, the sound was low enough, otherwise Voldemort would have hurt his fragile glass heart once he heard it.

"Stop, Tom, I won't let you roll down that staircase over there."

Dumbledore spoke loudly, and at the same time, on the other side of the corridor, a statue of Perseus also appeared.

This stone statue is actually not particularly strong, as long as more magic power is added to the spell of falling apart, it will easily defeat him.

But the problem is that after giving magic a body, Voldemort can't use magic other than the restoration spell at all.

"Snapped."

Voldemort finally stopped, and stretched out his hand to the side wall of the corridor with some dizziness—his hand was pressing on the huge tapestry where the troll beat Barnabas silly with a stick.

"I still underestimate you, Albus, but it's a good thing."

Voldemort shook his head, as if to make his mind clearer, "Next time I see you, I won't underestimate you again."

"I don't think you underestimated me."

As Dumbledore said, he waved his wand again, and more Perseus appeared and began to encircle Voldemort—he was obviously tired of the chase and was ready to end it all.

"I'm sure I have," said Voldemort, laughing, "but not in the future."

Dumbledore frowned, he didn't understand why Voldemort could still laugh at this hour.

But before he could ask, a door suddenly appeared beside Voldemort - Dumbledore's eyes widened in surprise...

Where did that door come from?

"Goodbye, Albus, take care of yourself, I don't want you to die of old age."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he entered the door without hesitation, and before Dumbledore manipulated the stone statues to rush into the door, the door completely disappeared.

Dumbledore:  …

It never occurred to him that his student would leave in this way—of course he didn't think that Voldemort just found a door to hide in, and there must be a way to leave there.

"click~"

The door suddenly reappeared and was pushed open, and Dumbledore saw a wand pointed at his neck under Voldemort's protruding head.

"I will come back... come back... come..."

With the huge sound waves, Dumbledore's ears rang in an instant.

And after the voice rushed out of the corridor on the eighth floor, it refused to give up, "rumbling" all the way down, and rushed to the entire castle.

Even the little snakes in the Slytherin lounge in the basement of the castle heard the reverberating roar.

"Cough cough."

Voldemort coughed, and then said to Dumbledore, who was stunned, "After a bad guy fails, he always shouts this, otherwise he doesn't look bad enough. Goodbye this time, Albus."

"Crack."

The door closed again and disappeared, leaving the old headmaster alone, messed up in the wind in the corridor on the eighth floor.

[The first volume of the Dark Lord and Defense Against the Dark Arts is completed]

(End of this chapter)