Study Days at Hogwarts

  Chapter 982 The Beginning of the Legend

   Albert was completely indifferent to other people's kind persuasion. Now that he has made a decision, he is not going to change his mind temporarily.

  If you don't face it with the mentality of going all out, you should give up as soon as possible. Any hesitation will only add a risk to his duel with Voldemort.

  Actually, if there were not many reasons, Albert would really like Dumbledore to replace him in the duel with Voldemort, it would definitely be very interesting.

  Unfortunately, the occasion was wrong, and Dumbledore obviously couldn't replace him to complete the panel task, so this kind of thing was just a thought.

   "Wait... This seems like a good idea." Albert looked in Voldemort's direction, with a strange light in his eyes.

   After ignoring the malice cast by Voldemort, Albert smiled and took out the fudge from his pocket, and distributed the fudge to others around him by the way.

Dumbledore stopped persuading him, picked up a candy, peeled off the wrapping paper and stuffed it into his mouth. He chewed twice, narrowed his eyes slightly, looked up and down Albert's unmoving face, and said with a smile ,"tasty."

  The referee next to him was a little dumbfounded, looked at Dumbledore suspiciously, then looked at the candy in Albert's hand, sighed lightly, and took one as well.

"The final will start in ten minutes, and you still have a chance to regret it." Before leaving, the referee turned around and added: "It's not shameful to give up. Pocival has already lost all face. Dumbledore , you can help me persuade him, it is really not cost-effective to die in a duel, and thank you for the candy, it tastes good."

"confident?"

   After the referee left, Dumbledore suddenly asked.

   "Do you regret not having a competition with me?" Albert also took out a candy and put it in his mouth.

   "If I knew this day, I would definitely personally..."

"There are no ifs in this world, and no one owes anyone. I am already very happy that you can come." Albert closed his eyes to feel the changes brought about by the Felicity Potion, and said calmly: "There will be this time after all, If I don’t show my fists, troubles will come one after another, not to mention that with you here, my safety can be guaranteed to the greatest extent.”

   "Is this also an opportunity for me?"

   "That guy wants to kill me, but it's not that easy." Albert suddenly laughed, "Look, all his attention is on you now."

   "It is indeed an opportunity, but the success rate is not high."

  The game came soon, and the two left the passage one after another and entered the final venue. Compared with the initial noisy atmosphere, the audience who had been heartbroken had no confidence in the final game, or in other words, they had no confidence in Albert.

   "It really surprised me that you didn't surrender or run away."

  Voldemort originally thought that his plan was going to fail, especially when he saw that group of people encouraging that mudblood to surrender and admit defeat, he almost believed that Albert would surrender directly, but this guy did not surrender.

"Although I knew there might be such a day, I didn't expect it to be so early." Albert looked at the blond wizard in front of him and said calmly, "It's you, the majestic Dark Lord, who actually pretends to be like this, It really surprised me."

"you know?"

  The expression on Voldemort's face darkened instantly.

   "I am a fortune teller, and the result of my fortune telling is: I won."

  A terrifying killing intent rushed towards him, but it didn't frighten Albert. "Guess, if your identity is exposed, will Professor Dumbledore attack you together?"

   "Stop using your silly little tricks, it's useless." Voldemort said deadpan.

   "You know the result." Albert raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

   After both sides raised their wands and bowed to each other, the duel began.

Without any hesitation, Albert quickly mobilized the magic power in his body with the help of the Felicity Potion, and he summoned several iron shields, one of which faced the black magic flying towards Albert, Instantly explodes to pieces when hit.

  Amidst the astonishing explosion, Albert waved his left hand forward, causing the dust and smoke of the explosion to flow directly towards Voldemort, and he himself quickly fired several explosive spells at Voldemort in one breath.

  When the fragments of the iron shield enveloped Voldemort, an astonishing explosion followed, and the ground trembled, as if someone fired a cannon at the place where Voldemort was standing.

  The audience in the stands of the gymnasium were all stunned by this scene. They never thought that Mr. Anderson, who didn't like to use black magic, would be so ruthless that he planned to kill him from the beginning?

  Not only the audience was stunned, but even Dumbledore was also very surprised. Not only was the exploding curse fast and ruthless, but the angle was also very tricky, almost simultaneously blocking Voldemort's dodging direction.

   After all, I underestimated him too much.

  The tumbling smoke was suddenly pierced by a spell, hitting Albert's iron shield and piercing it through a big hole, but Albert had a premonition of danger and dodged ahead of time.

   "It seems that your level of divination is not very good, otherwise you would not have come to participate in the duel competition."

  Voldemort's hoarse voice came from the tumbling smoke: "Do you think you can survive from my hand? Do you think I need to use some conspiracy to kill you?"

   "Are you trying to laugh me to death?" Albert sneered: "When you let Wormtail go to my house, when people come to assassinate me, stop saying these words, it will make people laugh."

  Voldemort stopped talking, and there was almost substantial malice in his eyes. He dispersed the surrounding smoke and fired a creepy black magic at Albert.

  Albert also did not show any weakness and cast a fatal spell on Voldemort. The spells of the two collided in the void and began to confront each other.

  The audience in the stands stared wide-eyed. The scene in front of them seemed familiar. They were all afraid that Albert would follow Pierre's old path.

  However, after the spells of the two sides collided with each other in the air, there was a stalemate, and there was no winner!

  Voldemort slowly moved aside, and strengthened his magical power, trying to use his extraordinary power to suppress Albert and take his life.

  As the red curse gradually pressed towards Albert, all the audience present widened their eyes and stood up from their chairs one after another. They seemed to see Albert killed by the spell just like Pierre.

  The originally dominant red light stopped suddenly, and was pushed back by the blue light.

   "That's...impossible, mere Mudblood!"

  Voldemort couldn't help opening his eyes wide, watching the spell keep pressing towards him. Voldemort couldn't understand that the opponent's magic power was actually stronger than his own. You must know that the magic power of mudbloods is usually weaker than that of ordinary wizards. This is normal, but this guy in front of him is completely abnormal. There must be such a powerful magic power.

   Not only Voldemort, but even Dumbledore, who was in charge of acting as the referee, was surprised by Albert's magical power. It stands to reason that Albert should not have reached the peak of magical power (about 30 years old), so it is incredible to suppress Voldemort.

  Voldemort had no choice but to increase the output of magic power again, and the two sides fell into a stalemate, but Voldemort did not intend to continue the stalemate.

   It's just that Albert was faster than him. With a sudden swing of his left hand, the gravel on the ground suddenly turned into countless stone bullets and flew towards Voldemort at an accelerated speed.

   This trick is a bit like firing all bullets, or at all.

Facing the pincer attacks from both sides, Voldemort directly interrupted the spell, and the flames of the devil burst out as he opened his mouth, and directly turned into a rolling fire snake that engulfed the flying stones, and rushed towards Albert on the opposite side, forcing He abandons the previous spell.

  No matter how powerful Albert is, he cannot ignore the Fiercefire Curse.

He waved his wand, blasted the fiendish snake in front of him, and pressed towards Voldemort. The smile on Voldemort's face froze in an instant. He never thought that the devil's flame could still Countered by the opponent.

   When the tumbling devil flames came to press on him, Voldemort pulled hard, and the flames were rolled behind him, rushing towards the audience behind, startling the audience in the stands.

  Fortunately, the Aurors guarding the side of the spectator stands acted in time to extinguish the tumbling flames of the devil. Otherwise, it is unknown how many unlucky spectators would have been affected and died innocently.

  The organizer was stunned. They didn't expect the two to be so vicious, especially the original referee. If Dumbledore hadn't replaced him, he would probably have turned into a corpse.

   "Quickly, quickly, prop up the enchantment barrier."

The battle below became more and more intense. The audience in the stands watched with enthusiasm, and countless people were cheering for Albert. However, the Aurors suddenly felt bad and raised their wands one after another. A milky white barrier rose over the stadium. Envelop the two people and one referee in the duel field below.

   "You can't escape, now it's two against one!"

  Albert waved the wand lightly in his hand, Voldemort suddenly felt very bad, and directly summoned a silver shield to block in front.

  A low, creepy sound suddenly sounded, as if something terrible had chopped on the shield.

   As for the power of magic, just look at the two cut ground behind Voldemort.

"nice one."

  Albert narrowed his eyes. He suspected that this thing might be a silver shield made by goblins. As for why not other defensive magic?

  Ordinary protective magic suffered just now, and it must have been cut off directly.

   When dealing with Voldemort, Albert didn't dare to keep his hand like he did in the duel with Professor Flitwick. Now he is going to kill him anyway.

   "Just because you want to kill me?" Voldemort shouted, just hiding behind the shield, making him look a bit lacking in momentum, "Do you have any dark magic more ruthless than this?"

"That's not black magic, if you want, you can try this again!" Albert narrowed his eyes dangerously, "As long as you don't hide, I guarantee you will be dead. By the way, be careful of Dumbledore's sneak attack , I don't mind at all giving up the game and giving Dumbledore a chance to kill you."

   "As long as I can kill you, I don't think Mr. Principal will mind the damage to his reputation, but it may not be so easy for you to continue to resurrect."

   "I must admit." Dumbledore's calm voice came, "Mr. Anderson's proposal is indeed very good."

   Yes, this is what Voldemort is worried about.

  He was cheated!

   Don't think that Dumbledore is just acting as a referee over there, but if there is a flaw, Voldemort knows that the old man will never care about his reputation and give himself a fatal blow.

  That old man can definitely do it, and this is the main reason why he is restrained.

  At this moment, Voldemort not only needs to face Albert, who is not weak, but also needs to guard against Dumbledore's sneak attack.

asshole!

  He finally wanted to give the other party a decent ending.

result?

   That mudblood named Anderson is more sinister than he imagined, and has no lower limit.

   "You don't seem like a good person, just because of your high attainments in the dark arts." Voldemort provoked discord, "I'm curious, Dumbledore didn't guard against you and watched you."

"No, no, I'm a good person, and I actually hate black magic, and I rarely use it. Of course, I usually don't mind using it against a guy like you, after all, I'm also a pragmatist." Albert finished. , a fireball flew towards Voldemort from the wand piece.

"asshole!"

   Not only Voldemort, but even the audience in the stands felt their scalps go numb, as if something terrible was about to happen.

  Boom!

The sound of the explosion suddenly filled the eardrums, and the terrible aftermath of the explosion swept across the entire venue. Countless smoke billowed. To the horror of the audience, the barrier that was jointly set up by more than a dozen Aurors had been shattered and collapsed by the aftermath of the explosion. Understand, it's hard to imagine what will happen to the people at the center of the explosion.

  The audience was very anxious, but there was only a cloud of dust rolling in front of them, and they couldn't see the situation below clearly.

  However, the constantly flickering magic light in the dust fog proves that the battle below is still not over.

  Everyone couldn't help swallowing, even the Aurors. If they didn't prop up the barrier in time just now, they don't know what terrible things will happen.

   Aurors don't dare to gamble, and reopen the enchantment, lest the audience in the stands suffer from unwarranted disasters.

  Not only did the thick smoke not dissipate, but it became thicker. It seemed that someone was using the smoke spell on purpose.

   Well, someone did use it on purpose, and the user was Dumbledore. After Albert caused a big explosion, the old man did not hesitate to take action, and planned to join forces with Albert to kill Voldemort.

  Anyway, the smoke was so thick that no one could see what was going on inside.

   What should I do if I can’t see clearly?

   It doesn't matter, Albert has already prepared Felicia and see-through glasses, even Dumbledore took it, relying on inspiration and intuition to determine the specific location of Voldemort.

   Undoubtedly, Voldemort, who was the only one on the field who did not enjoy the treatment of Felicia, fell into a disadvantage in an instant, and could only fight back according to the direction in which the curse came.

  However, some despicable guy misled Voldemort through the ball of light, and the majestic Dark Lord was forced by the two to flee.

   If he hadn't been able to fly, he would have been killed by two people!

  At this moment, Voldemort was furious. Fortunately, he had already prepared for Dumbledore's attack, so the plot of those two **** did not succeed.

   It's just that the current situation is not good for him, especially when the Aurors raise the barrier again, which makes Voldemort angry, and even the way to leave is blocked.

  However, it would take a lot of time and magic power to break the barrier, and those two would definitely not give him that chance.

   But it couldn't stop Voldemort.

  The devil's flames began to burn blazingly on the barrier, trying to completely engulf all the smoke and dust.

  The spectators in the outside stands could only see a piece of darkness, and the barrier propped up by the Aurors failed to stop the flames of the devil, and it shattered and peeled off again.

  A black shadow suddenly rushed out from above the shattered barrier, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

   Voldemort has escaped!

  Everything is over.

   "That guy runs pretty fast!" Albert looked at Voldemort's leaving back and couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. His strategy was very successful. After seeing Dumbledore become the referee, he was not ready to go one-on-one with Voldemort.

  Forcing him away is indeed much easier.

   "To reach Voldemort's level, it's not easy to keep him!" Dumbledore said softly, "You've done a good job, and I'll leave the rest to you."

   "Then I'll trouble you." Albert raised his wand, extinguished the devil flames around him, and greeted the audience's thunderous applause and cheers.

  (end of this chapter)