Elemental Wizard of Hogwarts

Charles moved forward with his own feeling of emptiness, and the young wizards continued to clean up the dementors in the Ministry of Magic, looking for traces of his teacher. On the other hand, Dumbledore was not in a good mood.

In fact, Dumbledore had already arrived in London when the Dementors began to attack the Ministry of Magic. Coincidentally, the moment Dumbledore was brought to London by Phoenix Fawkes was exactly the time when Voldemort opened his magic circle.

This magic circle actually has only two effects, prohibiting disembodiment and prohibiting phoenixes. Unfortunately, when Fox took Dumbledore with him, he almost took advantage of both.

It was precisely because of this that in the end Fox could only scream and stop next to the magic circle arranged by Voldemort. Dumbledore didn't care and watched as the densely packed dementors in the sky began to attack the ground.

Dumbledore no longer hesitated and began to quickly arrange the Muggle Expelling Curse to block ordinary people's perception of this battle. That is, Muggles cannot see Dementors. If a SLR can see Dementors, tonight It is difficult to hide this battle, after all, this is the most populous city in the UK.

When Dumbledore finished placing the Muggle expulsion spell, the Dementors had already broken through the solid road surface, which was the ceiling of the Ministry of Magic. Looking at the Dementors pouring inward like a tide, Dumbledore In the end, he temporarily gave up his plan to rush into the Ministry of Magic.

Waiting until all the extremely fast and dark Dementors rushed into the hole they had made, Dumbledore asked Fox to go back and take care of the Order of the Phoenix.

After Fawkes turned into flames and disappeared in front of Dumbledore, Dumbledore looked solemnly at the dark hole and was speechless for a long time.

In the end, Dumbledore sighed, then waved his wand and released his Phoenix Patronus. After letting the Patronus continuously surround him with a radius of two meters, he jumped into the place that looked like It's like a bottomless black hole.

However, in fact, the Ministry of Magic still exists here, and it is not a bottomless pit. Dumbledore only fell for a short while before his feet touched the ground again.

Dumbledore frowned and looked at everything around him. Because there were too many dementors, the originally bright Ministry of Magic had now become difficult to see objects other than Umi.

The Phoenix Patronus beside him was a very conscientious guardian, Dumbledore, who constantly burned the dementors who wanted to attack Dumbledore into ashes.

Dumbledore looked serious, and very cautiously raised his wand to explore forward little by little. Although the dementors blurred his sense of magic, Dumbledore was still able to roughly sense something very evil and cold. The magic is all around.

Just as Dumbledore cautiously came to the square of the Ministry of Magic with his wand raised, a very hoarse voice with a hint of ridicule appeared not far away.

"Well, our distinguished guest has finally arrived, my dear Professor Dumbledore!"

As the words fell, the figure not far from Dumbledore seemed to raise his hand and snap his fingers, and then the dense crowd of dementors surrounding Dumbledore seemed to have received some order, very abruptly. back away.

It wasn't until all the Dementors had retreated outside the hall that Dumbledore finally saw the figure in front of him clearly. Voldemort was officially sitting on a throne that looked like it was made of human bones.

Seeing that the entire hall had been cleared, Voldemort slowly stood up, snapped his fingers to make the throne beneath him disappear, and then looked at Dumbledore with a smile.

"Welcome, Professor Dumbledore, how long has it been since we last met?"

Voldemort opened his arms as if he was seeing an old friend he hadn't seen for many years and looked at Dumbledore, who was still raising his wand and looking at him warily.

"Tom..."

Before Dumbledore could finish his words, Voldemort interrupted him rudely, "Don't call me that name!!!"

Voldemort's face was unusually ferocious, and he stared at Dumbledore. After a long time, he took a deep breath, put a false smile on his face again, looked at Dumbledore, and continued.

"Well, my dear Professor Dumbledore, are you satisfied with the play I directed?"

Voldemort was like a director who knew drama at this moment, using exaggerated movements to constantly describe his plan.

"To be honest, I was surprised when I found out that I could contact that damn Harry Pott, but soon, I came up with a brilliant plan.

A plan for you and your damn apprentice. You must know that the surprise your good apprentice left for me caused a lot of trouble for me. It's incestuous to come back without reciprocating, right? "

Voldemort looked extremely proud, as if his plan had become a foregone conclusion. He looked at Dumbledore who was still on guard without any anxiety, and then continued.

"I carefully selected your and Harry's graves. Look, the entire Ministry of Magic has used them as your coffins. There is nothing more gorgeous in the world than this, right?"

Dumbledore still looked at Voldemort who was performing alone without saying a word. Voldemort didn't care about Dumbledore and continued.

"Speaking of which, I have to thank you and Malfoy. If it weren't for your conspiracy, I wouldn't have such a perfect plan. Ha, ridiculous Malfoy. Look, they actually thought they could hide it from their master. ? Hahahahahaha!”

Voldemort acted like a wise man who had seen everything clearly and performed to his heart's content in front of Dumbledore, without any feeling of nervousness before the battle.

Looking at Voldemort's appearance, Dumbledore's frown deepened, as if he was dissatisfied with Voldemort's complacency. Dumbledore finally expressed his inner thoughts.

"Give up, Tom, you can't win!"

After listening to Dumbledore's words, Voldemort's originally proud face gradually turned ferocious. With a quick turn, a miserable green light hit Dumbledore.

"I! Said! Never! Call! That! Name!!!!"

Facing Voldemort's roar and the miserable green light that hit him, Dumbledore didn't panic at all. Suddenly, a red light as thick as an arm was fired from Dumbledore's wand, directly facing the miserable green light fired by Voldemort. Green light.

The two magics collided in mid-air, bursting out with dazzling light. The two kept intersecting, just like a tug-of-war, constantly trying to push in each other's direction.

Looking at the continuous intersection of curses, Voldemort's face once again showed a ferocious smile. His eyes seemed to be able to see Dumbledore directly across from the intersection of curses, and he roared loudly.

"Hahaha, is it just you and that little brat named Ciel? Or is it relying on that reckless savior named Harry?"