Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 402 Magical Starry Sky
"Or Dumbledore is more powerful."

"This is also the reason why the mysterious man is afraid of Dumbledore."

"The sun will shine again in the wizarding world of England, and it looks like we're in too much of a rush."

Seeing that the iron man transformed by Voldemort was suppressed on the battlefield, the oppressive atmosphere on the stadium seats was instantly relaxed.

People started talking, as if Voldemort's defeat was imminent.

But is it really the case?
At least it seems that Voldemort has no chance of turning around.

This became even more obvious after Dumbledore turned the third iron ring into an iron man.

It was a shorter and thinner Iron Man, but it was flexible beyond imagination, and the pair of iron wings on its back could even allow it to soar in the air for a short time.

"Excellent, Albus, your imagination has completely surpassed mine, where did you get this idea from?"

There was no trace of tension on Voldemort's face, he even clapped his hands watching his three iron men lose one after another, and had time to praise Dumbledore.

"Fox, Voldemort, you know, we spend the longest time with our pets, don't we?" Dumbledore asked rhetorically.

Voldemort nodded in agreement, for indeed he had spent the longest time with Phoenix since having Phoenix.

Because there was no one with him during the long nights, but Phoenix was always there.

"Are you practicing Transfiguration?"

Dumbledore asked curiously, he obviously didn't think Voldemort was about to lose.

After all, Transfiguration was never Voldemort's strongest suit.

"Transfiguration Portal, Albus, I'm practicing this thing. If it's practicing Transfiguration, I think I'll try the method you mentioned to learn carving." Voldemort shook his head in denial, and gave his own reasons.

"Oh, but I think you're trying to use up my magic, don't you?"

Dumbledore smiled slyly, "I've seen through you" in his blue eyes, "But if it's just a battle of this magnitude, it won't consume much of my magic power."

Voldemort nodded, looking across the battlefield between the two of them.

The decline of the three handsome but not practical Iron Man is evident, and he really can't count on these three things anymore.

Looking slightly to the lower left corner, Voldemort lit up the golden finger that he hadn't used for a long time:

Im left moment.

For an instant, Voldemort felt a slight change in his magic.

"Shh."

A throat-cutting curse was thrown into the sky by him, but the curse did not disappear into the sky, but stayed not far above his head.

"what is that?"

"Can the spell hover? I've never heard of it."

"I heard from children that their former Dark Magic Defense professor has this ability."

The wizards talked a lot, making the entire stadium "buzzing".

Dumbledore was not in a hurry to attack, he waved his wand, and the three iron men who defeated Voldemort's Iron Man stopped obediently.

"If you don't attack, Albus, with the blessing of the Elder Wand, how many spells do you think I can prepare in advance?" Voldemort said as he swung his wand and cast spells one after another.

Albus twitched the corner of his mouth, showing a smirk, and then fixed his eyes on Voldemort's head.

There, colorful spells condensed into strands of light floating.

They are like stars of different colors, flickering and flickering, beautiful and soul-stirring.

"I have never seen such beautiful magic, Voldemort, you are a magic genius, do you know that?" Dumbledore whispered.

Voldemort smiled, not bothering to answer the nervous question.

"Maybe you should fly, I mean..."

Dumbledore paused, hesitated, and said, "It's more advantageous for you to do this in the sky, and of course, it's also more beautiful."

Voldemort frowned.

He is fighting. Although both of them are considered serious at the moment, he is not a peacock with its tail open.

"This may be the last time I will use magic in front of so many people, Voldemort, I know you are sure of victory if you dare to call me, don't you?" Dumbledore asked.

Voldemort pursed his lips, but said nothing.

"Then respect me and let me die in magnificent magic, Voldemort, like a funeral, okay?" Albus added with a smile, "I like gorgeous things, you know."

Voldemort rolled his eyes, but still obeyed Dumbledore's choice and flew slowly into the sky.

As he ascended, the magic also flew to a higher place, dotted in the sky, as if adding countless clear starlight.

"The magical starry sky is really a magnificent scene."

Dumbledore sighed, pointing his wand upside down.

"Boom~~"

The stadium began to vibrate, and the wizards leaned on the handles of their seats in surprise, trying to see what Dumbledore was doing.

The grass and trees rolled, and after a while, a big hand made of stone broke through the ground, and then clasped the ground.

Immediately afterwards, there was a more violent shock, and slowly, a thick stone man crawled out of the grass.

"Boom boom~~"

It shook off the grass roots and dirt on its body, making a loud noise, and then turned its stone head to the sky.

The wizards marveled at the gigantic stone giant, but that wasn't all Dumbledore was up to.

Not long after, another hand stretched out from the soil, and the previous stone giant lowered his head, grabbed this hand and pulled out his companion.

One……

two……

three...

Seven stone giants appeared before Dumbledore slowly retracted his wand.

Tiredness flashed in his eyes, and his body trembled slightly, which was a physical reaction after exerting too much force.

"Whoosh."

The deformation ripple was played, and the three iron men, together with Voldemort's three iron men who were limp on the ground, instantly stood up, and then jumped high into the sky.

People couldn't figure out what Dumbledore was doing, and Voldemort was running out of time to lay out more magic.

"Whoosh whoosh~~"

The six iron men suddenly exploded, shooting out countless javelins, and landed in front of the six stone giants.

And the only stone giant without a javelin in front of him has already come to Dumbledore with heavy steps.

Its meaning of existence is obvious, and it really protects Dumbledore's safety.

"Come, Voldemort, show me your magic."

Dumbledore shouted loudly, with a strong fighting spirit in his voice.

Voldemort nodded. Although magic was still pouring out of the Elder Wand, he still waved his left hand.

Seven or eight spells fell on Dumbledore like meteors, and the latter just looked up with his hands behind his back.

It wasn't until the curse was less than three meters away from him that the stone giant beside him turned around to protect him.

"Dong dong dong..."

The curse fell on the stone giant, like a hammer on a war drum, making a muffled sound.

And the other six stone giants heard the voice, as if they had received the command to start the war.

They picked up their agile javelins one after another, and stretched their arms back in unison.

Subsequently.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

Six spears pierced the sky and charged straight at Voldemort.

(End of this chapter)