A day at Hogwarts.

Facing the oncoming Avada Kedavra, Albert remained calm, and there was no trace of panic on his face.He waved the Elder Wand in his hand, and a golden spell shot out from the tip of the wand, fearlessly facing the green light of death.

The scene of the previous confrontation was repeated again.

The two curses, one gold and one green, collided with each other, and fell into the wrestling of magical powers again.

However, after the members of the Defense Association left one after another, Albert was left alone and helpless.

It can only be said that Feng Shui turns.

The fake Voldemort had been besieged by his men before, but now he was in a terrible situation of being besieged.

The dementors, who lost the restraint of the members of the Defense Association, rushed directly to the battlefield where the two were located after getting rid of the entanglement of the Patronus, preparing to help Voldemort kill Albert.

The addition of the dementors undoubtedly tilted the balance of this victory, and Albert was about to lose due to the siege.

Unfortunately, the result didn't make the Death Eaters get what they wanted.

How could Albert, who had made plans in advance, allow himself to be besieged and put into a life-and-death crisis?

He didn't intend to continue the stalemate with Voldemort from the beginning, the golden spell surged instantly, and under Voldemort's stunned eyes, he pushed the green light towards him, forcing Voldemort to react in time, which directly led to a certain The unlucky guy who didn't know if he was dead or not was caught by Voldemort casually as a scapegoat, and in the end he was blown into a pile of minced meat by Albert's spell because he cut off the confrontation.

"It's surprising, it seems that losing your original yew wand has made your strength very weak."

After temporarily pushing back Voldemort, Albert immediately summoned his own Patronus, and activated his magical power, allowing the Patronus to emit the greatest power, and the pale light directly shot down the dementors who were trying to cooperate with Voldemort in besieging him fly out.

"It's enough to kill you, die for me!"

Another black magic flew towards Albert. This time it was no longer Avada Kedavra, but it also gave Albert a very dangerous feeling.

Although the spell was also deadly, Albert never had the idea of ​​rolling to one side to avoid it. He swung his wand and fired a spell, which directly knocked Voldemort's deadly black magic away.

It is true that a lot of black magic cannot be blocked by protective magic, but it does not mean that there are no other ways to deal with it.

Whether it is using objects to block or using spells to deflect, it is a good choice, but such superb skills are not something ordinary wizards can do. Only very few extraordinary wizards dare to do that, and the two in front of them are undoubtedly the ones standing in front of them. An extraordinary wizard at the pinnacle of magic.

"You really don't care about your own life!"

Albert glanced at the unlucky guy who was blasted to the sky by the spell bounced back by Voldemort, and he didn't forget to put eye drops on the others, so that they could see clearly what Voldemort was.

It was a pity that there were not many Death Eaters around who could stand up.

No, it should mean that the Death Eaters didn't have the courage to get close at all.

Those lying on the ground had the most right to speak. As soon as they approached, they were directly involved in the confrontation between Voldemort and Albert.

Even the dementors didn't want to get close to the battlefield and only wandered around the periphery looking for opportunities.

There is no way, the fighting over there is terrible.

Both sides are very aware of each other's strength, without using other fancy means, it is directly spells and bangs to fight for hard power.

Spells flew out from the tip of the wand and then collided in mid-air. No one knew where the spells they used went.

"boom!"

A shock wave spread around, and Voldemort couldn't help but took a few steps back to stabilize his body. His face was very ugly. In the contest of magic power just now, he really lost a bit badly.

The feeling of being crushed was so bad that he couldn't help but wonder if the wand in his hand was really that bad.

But... this is the death stick taken from Dumbledore, it's impossible... No, the death stick just didn't want to show its extraordinaryness to his new master, that's why he was given by that mudblood in the confrontation just now. Suppressed.

Albert had no interest in knowing what was going on in Voldemort's mind.

He knew very well that he should withdraw, and it would not do any good to continue to struggle with Voldemort.

So he planned to strike first and not give Voldemort any time to react.

After expelling the surrounding dementors trying to pounce on them again, Albert waved his wand like a windmill, and the snow under their feet was like pages of a book, and they closed with a snap, directly binding Voldemort in it .

The next moment, the snow exploded and flakes flew all over the sky. Voldemort vaguely saw a phoenix swooping down.

That's... Dumbledore's phoenix trying to catch the Mudblood.

"Don't try to escape."

Voldemort's wand tore through the snow, and a red light was ready to shoot at the swooping phoenix.

But Albert couldn't make Voldemort do what he wanted. A huge snowball appeared out of thin air above Voldemort's head, and suddenly fell down, directly interrupting the curse that was ready to go.

"Don't worry, Voldemort can't do anything to me."

After Albert waved his wand and temporarily suppressed Voldemort under the snowball, he still allowed Fox to dive down and grab his shoulders, and amid Voldemort's angry roar, he disappeared into the vortex of Fox's spinning and burning flames.

Albert disappeared into thin air.

In fact, the appearance of Fox can only be regarded as an accident. Even without Fox, Albert could still retreat calmly, but in someone's opinion, this is not the case.

Voldemort never thought that after making so many arrangements, they would fall short in the end. This is undoubtedly a result that neither Voldemort nor the Death Eaters could accept.

"Damn Mudblood!"

Voldemort's incompetent roar, Albert, who had already left the Defense Association headquarters with Fox's help, naturally couldn't hear it.

Looking at the shadow that spread its wings across the sky above his head, Albert murmured, "Are you leaving?"

On the day of Dumbledore's death, Albert deliberately kept the young Fox by his side to take care of him, hoping to trigger related tasks to keep Fox.

Unfortunately, his hopes were dashed.

After Fox grew up again, the day of departure finally arrived, and he finally spread his wings and flew away with a sweet cry.

Ugh!

I also want a phoenix.

Albert turned around and disappeared under the night, and when he reappeared, he was already standing outside the new association headquarters.

Many members of the association haven't rested yet, and are nervously waiting for the final result in the hall. Everyone is worried about Albert after the divorce.

When the door opened outside, everyone jumped up from their seats and rushed outside to see Albert who was safe and sound, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.

The next moment, people lifted Albert up and threw him into the sky.

To celebrate this great victory, they held a banquet overnight.

Yes!

Not only did they thwart Voldemort's plot, but everyone survived, and there is nothing more worthy of celebration than this.