Ancient wizards return to Hogwarts.

Dumbledore saw Helga and Rowena. As for Rice, he didn't want to be too conspicuous, so he chose to hide his figure and didn't show up in the stadium like his two old friends.

According to Rowena and Helga's original plan, they were going to eliminate the miscellaneous soldiers of the Secret Order first, but Dumbledore's words made them stop.

"What the hell is love and justice..." Rowena felt like she had a thousand things to complain about, but it seemed like the timing was not right.

Helga didn't have so many concerns. Dumbledore's words were quite to her liking. In addition, she was not in a good mood at the moment, so she simply shouted: "I'll help you!"

Then, in front of his two stunned friends, he jumped from the top of the Quidditch pitch and smashed straight into Voldemort in the dueling arena.

She didn't care too much and chose to fight two against one with Dumbledore.

Rowena, Salazar: ...

They didn't know what to say. Maybe Helga was just holding back a lot of anger in the dungeon and needed to vent.

Now that Helga had already taken action, Les and Rowena did not hesitate and attacked the Secret Order monks on the Quidditch pitch.

Rowena stood on a high place, shooting wind blades at the monks from above, killing them one by one.

Rice was wandering around the stadium as if he was just strolling around, but any monk who got close to him would have his blood drained and be killed instantly.

As for Helga, she launched a coordinated attack with Dumbledore.

A few plain earth spikes, followed by some small meteorites, made Voldemort suffer terribly. But after struggling for a long time, his ultimate move was finally ready.

The black mud that was forced into the corner of the duel arena by the flames and dust began to roll, and then a huge wolf head emerged from it.

The flesh on its body had already rotted, but one could still see a huge wound on its head that was deep enough to reveal the bone. Not only was there scars on the wolf's head, but its body was also covered with terrible cracks, and some of the flesh in the cracks could even be seen to have been burned.

However, after emerging from Voldemort's domain, the power of the domain quickly repaired the wounds on its body. Its shriveled flesh became plump again, and its messy hair became shiny and smooth.

Summoning the wolf and repairing its wounds drained away Voldemort's last bit of power. When the wolf completely emerged from the ground, Voldemort's domain disappeared.

The last bit of black mud attached to the demon wolf's tail, helping it to connect the broken tail.

“The Wolf Fenrir!” The weak Voldemort showed a sick smile, “The real god! The ancient god of the Nordic countries!”

Helga looked at the majestic wolf Fenrir calmly, not shaken by its terrifying aura. She just wanted to ask Voldemort a question.

"So you finally put your hope in the gods?"

Voldemort narrowed his eyes.

"Since you have entered my realm of death, it will become my power. You, and Dumbledore, will also become a part of me!"

Helga understood what Voldemort meant.

It was OK. This guy was still a wizard after all, and had not completely become a lackey of the gods. Perhaps Salazar would be slightly relieved that this dark wizard from Slytherin still had a little bit of brilliance.

If he worshipped the Nordic wolf he summoned and even acknowledged it as his master, there is no telling how much Salazar's defense would be broken.

Voldemort did not understand the true meaning of Helga's question, and he was too lazy to think about it. After a brief exchange with the other party, he waved his hand and the magic wolf flew towards Dumbledore.

At the same time, a few strands of wolf hair fell from his body, and the moment it landed on the ground, it turned into a giant wolf more than a meter tall, following behind the demon wolf and attacking the two of them together.

Helga took a look at the demon wolf and found that this guy only had the form but not the spirit. He was just relying on his powerful body to attack instinctively.

The dust on the ground was blown up, quickly enveloping the summoned little wolves. With a gentle roll, she turned the little wolves into clay sculptures.

After a few seconds, they made a puffing sound and returned to their wolf-hair state.

Dumbledore controlled the fire and conjured up a flaming phoenix, which fought with the magic wolf.

After a few rounds of fighting, the hair on the demon wolf's body was ignited.

Helga stepped aside to give Dumbledore more room.

She also wanted to take the opportunity to see the strength of the current headmaster of Hogwarts.

After observing for a while and having a rough idea of ​​Dumbledore's strength, she pointed at the wolf, and the wolf's two hind legs were wrapped in sand, fixing it in place and unable to move.

Dumbledore's phoenix seized the opportunity, descended from the sky, and quickly and accurately pecked out the wolf's eyes.

The eyeless wolf let out a cry of pain and began to fight back, but it was only relying on its instincts and had lost its vision, so how could it possibly be a match for Dumbledore?

After the Phoenix pounced several times, the demon wolf fell to the ground with a bang. The aura on its body quickly dissipated, and after a few seconds it returned to its original form and turned into a highly decayed wolf corpse.

Dumbledore covered the flame with his hand, and was surprised to find that he had only burned part of the rotten flesh and hair, and the rest of the body showed no signs of being burned at all.

"The corpses of the gods are not so easy to destroy. Their bodies will only decay after the divine substances inside them flow away on their own." Helga said with the tone of an experienced person.

Dumbledore couldn't help but have a thought: She was so skilled, how many gods did she kill back then?

Seeing that his last trump card was also broken, Voldemort's expression became extremely gloomy.

He took out his wand, ready to fight back.

However, Voldemort's reaction speed was greatly reduced at this time. As soon as he took out his wand, he was hit by Dumbledore's disarming spell. His wand flew high, rolled into the wall of fire, and turned into ashes in an instant.

"It's all over, Tom." Dumbledore pointed his wand at Voldemort and said calmly.

Voldemort's expression became more ferocious: "Just wait, Dumbledore, I will definitely come back."

He also has a Horcrux!

As long as the Horcrux is not destroyed, he will not die!

"I will wait for you." Dumbledore did not show any emotion due to Voldemort's words. "When you come back, I will kill you again until your Horcruxes are exhausted."

He had anticipated this moment and was mentally prepared.

This is his duty and also the sin he needs to atone for - to make up for the mistakes he made in the past.

There was a flash of light, and the last trace of blood on Voldemort's face disappeared. He fell on the dueling stage, splashing a cloud of dust.

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