Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"The characteristics of time have a limit, Tom, you can't survive the Forbidden Forest."

Dumbledore said, waving his wand and pointing at the relief on the side - this time, he obviously increased the magic output.

The relief fell from the wall and did not maintain its original appearance as before. Instead, it became distorted and transformed into the sculpture of Perseus.

Voldemort still remembered this statue, and in Florence, Dumbledore used it to pass on to him the sculptor's technique of adding emotion to sculptures.

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

When Voldemort was confused, Perseus, who was holding Medusa's head in his left hand and a dagger in his right hand, had already come to kill him. There was no time to think, and Voldemort was fighting with him.

It was still passing through the body, and it was still a blow back, but this time something unexpected happened - Perseus' left hand moved backward, allowing Medusa's head to face Voldemort directly.

And just when Voldemort was about to take action, Medusa's head actually opened her eyes - if he hadn't been accustomed to the weirdness of the wizarding world, Voldemort would have been shocked.

His eyes met Medusa's, and in an instant, his own ripples showed signs of solidification...

Damn old bee, you really know how to play.

"Albus." Voldemort shouted dissatisfied as he tried to avoid Perseus' back stab, "Didn't you say you can't do it anymore?"

That day in front of the fireplace, when Voldemort saw his transformation using magic, he expressed surprise. At that time, the old bee regretfully said that he could no longer do it, but now...

This Medusa is obviously using a magic spell that has a petrifying effect.

"I think you misunderstood, Tom." Dumbledore said, "When I said it couldn't be done, I was referring to the matter of summoning my mother's soul. From then on, I was sure that she was far away from me."

Dig grass, dig grass, you carry out sneak attacks, you can't afford it, you little hottie, you have no strength, you... The BGM rang in Voldemort's ears, he really didn't expect that the old bee still had such a skill.

Working hard to distance himself from Perseus, Voldemort needed to regain control of the ripples.

But how could Perseus, who was holding Medusa high, give Voldemort a chance? He chased Voldemort and killed him. Looking at his posture, killing only one Medusa obviously did not satisfy him.

"When did you think of this, Albus." Voldemort asked while avoiding pursuit, "Using the petrification spell to resist the ripples, you must not have had a sudden idea, right?"

"certainly."

Dumbledore admitted without hesitation, "If you learn any curse, Tom, no matter what the curse is, please first look for its counter-curse. That will help you understand the curse itself, child."

Even now, Dumbledore still hasn't forgotten to educate Voldemort, which shows how skillful he is.

Voldemort once again felt humiliated, just like before, which gave him the illusion that everything was under Dumbledore's control.

Damn it...he roared in his heart.

Only today did he truly feel the terror of Dumbledore, and finally understood why such a powerful Voldemort was so afraid of this over-100-year-old man.

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

If you think that this is enough to scare the Dark Lord, you are completely wrong.

Only today did Voldemort learn that what the Dark Lord feared was Dumbledore's prohibitively powerful magical talent.

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

should say……

Terrifying magical wisdom.

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

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

"impossible."

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

Dumbledore watched speechlessly as Voldemort rolled back all the way after roaring. After rolling a few more times, he probably reached the door of his office.

"Stubborn child..." he murmured.

Fortunately, the voice was low enough, otherwise Voldemort would have heard it and his fragile glass heart would have been hurt again.

"Stop, Tom, I won't let you roll down those stairs over there."

Dumbledore said loudly, and at the same time, on the other side of the corridor, a Perseus was also transformed.

In fact, this stone statue is not particularly strong. If you add more magic power to it, it can easily defeat him.

But the problem is that after giving magic to his body, Voldemort can't use magic at all except the repair spell.

"Snapped."

Voldemort finally stopped, and stretched out his hand dizzily to the side wall of the corridor - his hand was pressing on the huge tapestry where the troll beat Barnabas the fool.

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

Voldemort shook his head, as if to clear his mind, "Next time I see you, I won't look down on you again."

"I don't think you've underestimated me."

Dumbledore said, waving his wand again, and more Perseus appeared and began to surround Voldemort - he was obviously tired of the chase and was ready to end it all.

"I'm sure I have," Voldemort said with a smile, "but probably not again."

Dumbledore frowned. He didn't understand why Voldemort could still laugh at this time.

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. Before Dumbledore could control the stone statues to rush into the door, the door completely disappeared.

Dumbledore: ...

He didn't expect that his student would actually leave in this way - he certainly didn't think that Voldemort just found a door to hide in, and there must be a way to leave.

"Click~"

The door suddenly appeared again and was pushed open, and then Dumbledore saw a wand pointing at Voldemort's neck under Voldemort's head.

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

The huge sound caused Dumbledore's ears to ring instantly.

And after the sound rushed out of the corridor on the eighth floor, it refused to give up. It rumbled all the way down and hit the entire castle.

Even the little snakes in the Slytherin lounge in the castle basement heard this echoing roar.

"Ahem."

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

"Click."

The door closed again and disappeared, leaving the old principal alone, messy in the wind in the corridor on the eighth floor.

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