Fire Bearer at Hogwarts

Chapter 393 Voldemort Appears (Subscribe)

"Good afternoon...Albus Dumbledore, and Ash Embers..." The black-robed man took off his hood, revealing his pale face, and he could vaguely see that Tom Riddle was young look like.

"Tom..." Dumbledore wasn't surprised at all. On the contrary, he had already guessed Voldemort's resurrection, but...he didn't expect to meet him here.

"I'll deal with him." Ash said quietly to Dumbledore, and then blocked the weaker old man behind him.

Ash knew that he had just opened the seal with his own blood, and because of this... When facing Voldemort, Dumbledore was temporarily unable to exert his power.

"Ash Embers, we meet again." Voldemort's cold voice came. Seeing the intimate appearance between Dumbledore and Ash, he subconsciously prepared to speak.

But Ash already knew what he wanted to say, and that's why Ash took the initiative to ask for Ying: he didn't want to reveal his identity so early...his shady identity.

As Ash waved his wand, the curtain of soul immediately surrounded him and Voldemort. Voldemort was not surprised when he saw the curtain of soul surrounding him, but looked at these things with great interest.

"What is this..." Voldemort asked casually, then flicked the wand between two fingers, and went straight to the curtain with a spell.

"Bang!" The curse made a screeching sound as it hit the curtain, as if a kitten was rubbing its paws against the blackboard.

"Hmph." Voldemort moved his wand again, and threw another spell straight at Ash himself.

Ash let the curse pass through him without any hindrance. For him, everything in the curtain can be false, even himself.

Voldemort's curse hit Ash as if it hit the air, straight through it.

"It's kind of interesting." Voldemort looked at everything around him and smiled. For him, these were just tricks... He never took such tricks to heart.

"I am the Dark Lord." Voldemort had his own arrogance in him.

With a flick of his wand, a mass of fiery flames spewed out of his mouth, accompanied by scorching air waves.

The green flame expanded rapidly in the air, and then immediately turned into a huge python.

Ash, who was hiding in the dark, frowned.

"Fiendfire."

Fiercefire feeds on everything, it wantonly devours the souls released by Ash, and then uses these souls as fuel to grow stronger.

This was naturally unacceptable to Ash, and he stretched out his wand almost in the next instant: "An instant freeze."

A huge ice fog appeared in an instant, and along with the ice fog, there were three shining soul crystallization guns.

"Huh!" Voldemort's wand also swung in the next instant, and he could naturally see the origin of the icy mist. A hurricane moved with his movements and instantly blew away the deadly icy mist.

But blowing away the ice mist was nothing to do with the flying crystal gun. The crystal gun exploded instantly when it was about to hit Fiendfire, and the radiant crystal force instantly swallowed Fiendfire, and then turned it into a crystal clear statue of a boa constrictor. .

"Hmph. Voldemort snorted coldly and then moved his wand again. He immediately summoned a circle of flames around him, and this circle of green flames spread out in all directions in an instant.

Since I can't find where you are...then just destroy everything.

Seeing the spreading circle of fire, Ash frowned. I have to say that Voldemort's strength is really good... At least the spells he used were scenes that he had never seen before...

However, these are far from enough.

Ash's wand stretched forward, and the surrounding soul curtains shrank in an instant, like a singularity in the collapsed starry sky, or a lantern that gathered light.

All the souls gathered at the tip of Ash's wand immediately, and then poured out with Ash's hands clenched.

"boom!"

A huge torrent of soul poured out towards Voldemort. The terrifying power made Dumbledore frown. The pool that this rushing light flow passed was covered with a thick layer of crystals, and at the same time it drove the surrounding The air is beginning to condense.

"..." Voldemort didn't dodge the oncoming soul torrent, and he didn't seem to bother to dodge.

He held up his wand and swung it sharply.

"Avada Som!"

A death curse that was as thick as a human wrist hit the torrent of soul, and then collided with this dazzling beam of light.

It has to be said that Voldemort is indeed the wizard who is best at black magic. His Killing Curse gave Ash a completely different feeling from others. Soul Torrent did not directly crush Voldemort as Ash expected.

On the contrary, Killing Curse even formed a confrontation with Soul Torrent for a short time.

However, this confrontation is enough.

With a flash of silver light behind Voldemort, the real Ash stepped out from the corner of the remaining soul curtain there, holding an unpretentious rapier in his hand.

"Hum." The moment Ash appeared, Voldemort heard the strange voice, and almost subconsciously he sideways dodged the stabbing sword.

Looking at Ash who was close at hand, he didn't hesitate at all, he swung the wand in his hand and cast a spell directly.

"Bang!" Ash didn't dare to take the spell at close range. He dodged the attack with a neat roll, and then flung out a huge soul sword with a flick of his wand.

"Bang!" Voldemort's wand moved across, and thousands of dark ghosts spewed out from above, blocking Ash's sword edge and making himself retreat a long way.

"Good strength, Ash Embers..." Voldemort said with a sneer, "I almost fell in love with you."

After all, he threw out "Avada Kedavra" almost instantly.

The huge Death Curse came straight towards Ash, and with a flick of the rapier in his hand, it directly blocked the spell and bounced off the raging spell.

"Voldemort, your level doesn't seem to have improved much." Ash said slowly, he put the rapier lightly on the ground, and then put his left hand into his pocket.

"Hmph." Voldemort looked at Ash's movements without any hesitation, and moved his wand again and threw a spell directly to interfere with Ash.

But it seemed that Voldemort's reaction was a step slower this time. With a flick of Ash's wand, his spell bounced off the wall, and at the same time, he took out his left hand to reveal the burning glove.

Ashe grabbed the void with his left hand, as if there were flames that immediately gathered here, and then a flash of fire appeared beside Voldemort.

"The flame of crime."

The red and black flames detonated in front of Voldemort, directly blasting the Dark Lord out.

"Haha...hahahahaha..." Voldemort's sour laughter came from the smoke: "Not bad... not bad..."

"As expected of another..." Before he finished speaking, Ash flicked his left hand again, and a flame exploded in front of Voldemort again.

After this detonation, Voldemort stopped talking, but neither Ash nor Dumbledore showed a relaxed expression. They knew that Voldemort hadn't left yet, and would not be killed by mere flames.

(End of this chapter)