The Necromancer of Hogwarts

Dumbledore appeared from the void, looked at Voldemort's body, and said expressionlessly: "Okay, everything should be over."

Voldemort was extremely shocked by Dumbledore's appearance.

"How is it possible? You obviously went to the Ministry of Magic. How could you not go?"

"How could you know I was here? How could you know my plan?"

"Dumbledore, have you been looking at me all this time? Is this all part of your calculation?!"

Dumbledore sighed.

"Tom, you've never understood me, have you?"

"But I know you, I know you inside and out, and your evil plans will never succeed."

He held the Headmaster's seal in his left hand and the Elder Wand in his right hand, and had no intention of talking nonsense to Voldemort.

Countless lines lit up on the principal's seal, and the three great magics that had been activated once again erupted with surging magic power, moving closer to Voldemort's location.

Under the auspices of Dumbledore, the power of these three great magics was several times more powerful than what Voldemort had just seen.

But Voldemort was not afraid at all. He was no longer the innocent ghost who could only use Quirrell's body to cast spells.

"The three great magics are indeed amazingly powerful, but Dumbledore, I also have an alchemical creation in my hand that is comparable to the great magic!"

He held the magic stone in his hand, and the powerful magic power in the magic stone was guided by him, setting off a magic storm that was no less than a great magic.

"With the Philosopher's Stone in hand, my magic power is almost limitless."

"Coupled with the body I just created with infinite energy and vitality, Dumbledore, no matter how strong you are, how long can you last with me?"

Voldemort's eyes showed murderous intent.

"You've laid a trap here, but how do you know it's not me who will kill you today?!"

"Fiery!"

As Voldemort roared, the magic power erupted from the magic stone turned into black fire, forming a fire storm hundreds of meters high and dozens of meters in diameter, almost filling this strange space.

If it were not suppressed by three great magics, this fierce fire storm would be enough to spread into flames of death that burned a city. Its power was definitely not inferior to the fire curse that the first generation Dark Lord Grindelwald released in London.

Grindelwald almost destroyed half of London with a fire spell using the Elder Wand!

The current Voldemort, with the help of the Philosopher's Stone, is no less powerful than Grindelwald back then.

Starlight fell all over the sky, entangled with the fierce fire. While annihilating the fierce fire, the starlight was also burned by the fierce fire that burned everything.

The ripples in space spread, but when they spread to the area where Li Huo was, they were also resisted by Li Huo.

Only Gryffindor's magic, because it is a magic targeting the soul, can struggle to pass through the Fire Curse and bombard Voldemort.

But Voldemort also snorted coldly and tightened his grip on the wand he took from Quirrell.

A black magic from the soul spread out, forming an invisible barrier to resist the attack of Gryffindor's magic.

"Do you think I'm still like that wandering ghost?"

"Having a body that belongs to me, my soul has already been stabilized."

"This kind of attack is far from killing me!"

He looked at Dumbledore and sneered: "Dumbledore, I know you have more than that."

"Let me see what other tricks you have."

Dumbledore smiled easily.

At this point, he hasn't really taken action yet, he's just controlling the great magic left by his predecessors.

As for Dumbledore himself, is he worse than his predecessors?

Every era has its heroes. There is no doubt that Dumbledore was one of the protagonists of the past era. His attainments in magic have already reached their peak. Is it possible that he will be better than the four who founded Hogwarts? Where did the wizard go?

With the blessing of the Elder Wand, Dumbledore's power will only be more terrifying than these three great magics.

He slowly raised his right hand, and golden-red magic burst out in the Elder Wand.

"You have fierce fire, then look at my phoenix fire." Dumbledore smiled and pointed out the Elder Wand. There seemed to be a phoenix cry in the sky, and golden-red feathers began to float in the sky.

If you look closely, you can see that each feather is composed of golden-red flames, but no temperature leaks out at all. They just float lightly towards the fire curse released by Voldemort.

Voldemort sneered.

Dumbledore didn't use much magic power in this curse, which was simply out of proportion to the magic power he invested.

"You want to break my spell like this? Dumbledore, you..."

Before he finished speaking, a golden-red feather fell on Li Huo.

In an instant, golden-red flames burned on the black fire.

The fierce fire that burns nothing is now being burned by the phoenix fire.

Even though only a small area was ignited, this shocked Voldemort.

"How is it possible... In terms of the quality of magic power, I will definitely not lose to Dumbledore. In terms of the quantity of magic power, the Fire Curse I release is far superior to Dumbledore."

"How could it be possible? How could my fierce fire be defeated by his random spell?"

Voldemort growled.

He didn't believe this evil, so he burst out his magic power again, compressed the magic power released from the magic stone, and used higher-purity magic power to infuse it into the Fire Spell.

The color of the Fire Curse became darker, and even the entire Fire Curse began to deform.

In the center of the fierce fire storm, a flame monster with the face of Voldemort and the body of a giant snake emerged, roaring and spitting out a mouthful of fierce fire as deep as the night, sweeping towards the golden-red feathers in the sky.

"The Balrog born from the Fire Curse? Tom, it seems that after so many years, your dark magic has indeed improved a lot." Dumbledore smiled, looking calm and calm.

Voldemort gritted his teeth: "Old man, don't be too proud."

"How can you resist my fire demon with this phoenix fire spell?"

Dumbledore didn't care.

Why?

His level is higher than Voldemort's.

His magical attainments are deeper than Voldemort's.

The Elder Wand in his hand represents absolute invincibility.

In any duel of spells, the wizard with the Elder Wand is invincible.

No matter how much magic Voldemort uses, no matter how high-quality magic he uses, as long as he fights Dumbledore in a spell duel, he will be vulnerable to the Elder Wand.

The Elder Wand is absolutely invincible to wizards.

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Under Voldemort's eyes splitting expression, the more powerful Fire Spell was also penetrated by pieces of golden and red feathers.

The Balrog, born from the Fire Curse, had no ability to resist at all, and was smashed into a sieve by Dumbledore's magic. Not even a golden-red feather could be annihilated.

Voldemort was stunned.

This was the first time he faced Dumbledore head-on with all his strength, and it was also the first time Dumbledore used the power of the Elder Wand to fight Voldemort.

This sight was beyond Voldemort's understanding.

"how could be?"

"Obviously I did it first."

"Whether it increases the amount of magic power or improves the quality of magic power, it's obviously me who comes first! It's obvious that my spell is stronger, why is this happening!"

"Higher magic power, higher quality, it should be twice as powerful, why is it still so vulnerable?"

At this time, after ruling out all possibilities, Voldemort suddenly realized that the problem must be with the wand.

"Almost every famous wizard's wand information is known to everyone, and my yew phoenix wand is no exception. Although fewer people know about it, my wand is definitely not a secret."

"But Dumbledore's wand...Since he became famous, does anyone know the information about Dumbledore's wand?"

Voldemort's pupils shrank, and he suddenly remembered a legend.

"The Deathly Hallows...the Elder Wand!"

"This incredible ability can only be attributed to the Elder Wand, the Elder Wand that makes wizards invincible! Dumbledore, no wonder, no wonder, no wonder you are invincible!"

Voldemort was shocked. He did not intend to fight Dumbledore anymore until he found a way to break the Elder Wand.

He thought about leaving, but Dumbledore had no intention of letting him go.

The Elder Wand clicked on the Hogwarts Principal's seal. The three major magics were simultaneously blessed by the Elder Wand, and their power increased exponentially.

The magic power surged, filling the entire space. The rich magic power condensed into a liquid. Like the eye of the sea, it kept spinning and stirring, forming a huge vortex.

Voldemort is in the center of this magical sea eye, but here, there is no trace of magic, it is completely drained.

Whether it was the magic power in the Philosopher's Stone or the magic power in Voldemort's own body, they were all frantically sucked away by the suction force of the Eye of the Sea. Voldemort did not even have a trace of usable magic power and was directly sealed in the center of the Eye of the Sea.

Fighting with Dumbledore who has the Elder Wand in Hogwarts, even Voldemort will be suppressed without even the possibility of fighting back!

Voldemort struggled hard, but the magic power was simply a vacuum, making it difficult for him to make a living without rice, and he could not even move his body.

"It's over, Tom."

Dumbledore pointed the Elder Wand at Voldemort.

Voldemort calmed down at this time, and he laughed and said: "The end? No, Dumbledore, you don't understand the magic I use at all."

"I am immortal, I am immortal."

"Even you can't completely eliminate me. I can always come back."

"And you? Dumbledore, how long can your old body last?"

"There is no need for me to defeat you, time will drag you into the grave! I'm waiting for the day you die. By then, who else can stop my return?"

But then Dumbledore smiled.

Several things that had been buried deep in Voldemort's memory appeared next to Dumbledore.

A deformed and charred crown fell into the boiling and surging magic power, and was torn apart by the magic power in a moment.

"This is the Ravenclaw diadem you tricked into using sweet talk. It's gone."

A broken golden cup was swept into the eye of the sea by the turbulent flow of magic power, and was also torn into pieces.

"This is the Hufflepuff Cup that you seduced and committed murder to seize. It's gone."

A diary with a big hole in it was scattered into confetti, and then torn into powder invisible to the naked eye.

"The diary where you recorded your evil thoughts is gone now."

A locket decorated with gorgeous gems has been opened. The luster of the gems is dim, and they are also twisted and deformed little by little, turning into metal lumps with no visible shape.

"Slytherin's locket is gone."

The broken resurrection stone was completely turned into powder.

"The Gaunt family's ring is gone too."

Dumbledore looked at Voldemort, nodded a snake head, and let it be burned to ashes in golden flames.

"No more, all gone."

"Now, all your Horcruxes are gone, Tom. Why do you remain immortal?"

"With the Horcrux, you are the immortal Voldemort. But Tom Riddle is just a dark wizard with high magic power at best!"