Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 223 The Magic Version of Flying Thunder God Technique
Voldemort keenly felt that after fusing Riddle's soul, his feelings for Dumbledore were different.

If we say it used to be fear, recognition, and closeness.

So now, only "resentment" is left.

After he vented and burned the portrait on the wall, Dumbledore's eyes narrowed.

"You're that kid again, Tom, and you're no different than you were when you were 11 years old."

Dumbledore stood up, flicking the Elder Wand.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

One sculpture after another jumped off the wall, back and forth, blocking the entire corridor.

"Son, you leave first..."

"I didn't allow him to leave here."

Voldemort interrupted Dumbledore, looking at ease, not as nervous as last year.

"It's still up to me, Tom, when you become the headmaster."

Dumbledore stood in front of the child, motioning him to back away, while the statue next to him moved closer.

He was waiting, waiting for the kid to leave before attacking.

But Voldemort didn't think so, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and then...

"Whoosh."

Turning into a purple-gold spell, he passed through the two sculptures in an instant and came behind Dumbledore.

If the spell had been directed at Dumbledore, he would have been able to stop Voldemort.

Unfortunately, the spell is more than an arm span away from him.

Dumbledore tried to turn around, but before he could turn around completely, he saw Voldemort appear from the corner of his eye.

"Shh."

A green spell hit Blaise Zabini.

"Too fast," thought Dumbledore to himself.

Before the body could fully turn around, the Elder Wand twisted, and Zabini's body was pulled aside by him, avoiding the spell.

"Whoosh."

The purple-gold light flashed again, and Voldemort changed his angle and continued to use the Killing Curse.

"Snapped."

This time Dumbledore reacted faster and actively manipulated the statue to block Zabini. Amidst the crisp sound, the statue broke.

"It turns out that your purpose is here."

Dumbledore walked up to Zabini again as he spoke.

At the same time, the statues began to flock to Voldemort, but they couldn't catch anything.

A purple-gold light flashed, and Voldemort had landed in an open space in the distance.

"It's all coincidence, Albus, but comics have opened up my mind," said Voldemort, laughing.

Flash battle, Voldemort can do it ten years ago.

But at that time, what he relied on was apparition.

In fact, Apparition is faster than this method, and of course, it is also more dangerous.

But Hogwarts can't apparate, he had a whim, and developed this technique and tactic based on a comic character in Lin Zuo's memory—Golden Flash.

"Comics?" Dumbledore was a little puzzled. He didn't think Voldemort was a man who could read comics.

But Voldemort smiled and said nothing more.

"Om~"

Dumbledore's wand slid in front of him, and the barrier so familiar to Voldemort reappeared.

Voldemort frowned, not quite understanding what Dumbledore meant.

But he didn't act rashly, but used magic to hit the barrier.

"Boom."

The barrier was hit by him with ripples, but it was not broken.

"It can't stop me."

Although the tentative magic did not break the barrier, he generally knew the limit of the barrier.

"Shh."

A green light went first, and then it turned into a purple-gold spell, followed closely behind.

"Snapped."

The killing curse pierced the barrier, Dumbledore waved his wand, and the broken barrier instantly healed.

"Boom."

The purple-gold spell shook, and Voldemort's figure slowly appeared.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh."

Dumbledore waved his wand continuously, more barriers appeared and began to envelop Voldemort.

"Boom~~~"

The statue charged, trapping Voldemort in the middle for an instant.

The situation began to develop in a direction that was not conducive to Voldemort.

"This is your place after all."

Voldemort sighed, and continuously launched purple-gold ripples, and then hid himself in one of the ripples, taking advantage of the situation to escape from the predicament.

Dumbledore watched carefully with wide-eyed eyes, wondering which one Voldemort was hiding in.

"Boom."

A purple-gold spell suddenly exploded, and the purple-gold light scattered in all directions.

Dumbledore hurriedly turned around and looked at the exploding spell, but...

"A sharp knife cuts the throat."

Voldemort's voice sounded behind Dumbledore.

"Get out of the way, Zabini."

Dumbledore yelled, turning around.

He even tried to subject himself to the spell at one point, but the spell was too fast.

Voldemort deliberately reduced the power of magic, and even recited its spells, just to increase the speed.

"Snapped."

The spell hit Zabini first, causing him to fall backwards.

At the same time, a black crack streaked across his throat.

"Pfft~"

Blood sprayed out in an instant, and the head that was tilted back seemed to be completely split at the neck.

"Shh."

A white spell shot out from the Elder Wand, hitting Zabini straight.

The white light was not broken, and a steady stream of magic power poured into Zabini's body.

The black silk on the neck was worn away by Dumbledore's magic, but the half-cracked neck still had blood gushing out.

"Tom."

Dumbledore looked at Voldemort bitterly, this was the first time Voldemort had seen him like this.

"He's not dead, Albus, I said I'd change."

Voldemort swung his wand, and did not take the opportunity to attack Dumbledore, but said in a relaxed tone.

Dumbledore glanced at the child at his feet, and then at Voldemort, with a thoughtful look on his face.

"What's your purpose?"

As soon as he asked this sentence, he showed a look of sudden realization, "You are for Nico, right?"

Voldemort nodded with a smile, and said, "I knew it, you are the smartest one in Hogwarts."

"He won't see you, and you won't be able to go to the headmaster's office," Dumbledore refused.

"Then I'll take my leave first, Albus, and see you later." After Voldemort finished speaking, he turned around and pretended to leave.

He didn't use magic, and he never made wind in his footsteps. Instead, he leisurely walked around the sculptures and walked to the end of the corridor.

"You won, Tom, and I'll ask you, but this kid..."

"Ask?"

Voldemort turned and looked at Dumbledore, "I don't want this answer, Albus, I can assure you, Master Flamel, that I have no malicious intentions, I just ask a few questions, but I absolutely do not accept Ask for the answer."

"I'll make it clear to Nico and try to convince him, but I can't let go of this child..."

"I can't do anything until I see Master Flamel, Albus."

Voldemort glanced at the child he hated, "It's okay to bleed, he can't die."

Seeing this, Dumbledore had no choice but to temporarily stop his magic, then waved his wand, and a silver phoenix rushed out of the corridor.

(End of this chapter)