Volume 7: A World with Bad Consequences Chapter 484 Death
"That wand that was said to be inherited from the god of death, after you lost to me in the battle of the Astronomy Tower, its control fell into my hands. Since then, you have never taken it out in public again, probably because you were afraid that I would snatch it back."
Voldemort narrowed his eyes and looked at the elder wand in Dumbledore's hand, which was extremely prominent compared to the other wands, and there was obvious sarcasm in his voice.
"But I don't even value the immortality of the Philosopher's Stone. How could I care about this kind of power that must rely on external objects? The control of the Elder Wand has always been in my hands until the battle of the correctional facility two years ago, when I was defeated for the first time since then. It was you who faced me at that time, and it was Jon Green who tore up the contract, but the person who was actually the extremely stupid me. So the control of the Elder Wand was also transferred to his hands, until this time you killed and defeated him with your own hands, and you finally regained its rights."
Dumbledore listened to Voldemort gradually sorting out the ownership of the old wand. He did not deny it. He just waved the elder wand, and the silver light left a brilliant trace along the trajectory of the wand tip.
The silver trace lingered for a long time, which was enough to show that the Elder Wand was now fully exerting the power it should have!
"It's a really good wand, but it's also more than just a good wand."
Voldemort's face darkened.
"Put away those riddles of yours. If you have something to rely on, then let's put our hands down and see for ourselves!"
After his voice fell, the black fog that had originally seemed harmless and spread around suddenly rose up!
The next moment he rushed towards where Dumbledore was.
At the same time, Voldemort stretched out the wand in his hand. He did not chant any spell, and no one even saw him swinging it. A breath of death spread along with the black fog into all the air around him!
In an instant, a dark green beam of light pierced through the dark fog and shot straight towards where Dumbledore was.
Dumbledore stood still. He just swung the old wand in his hand. Silver light burst out in an instant. Countless parchments, quills, fragments of tables and chairs, folders, etc. that were flying around in the black fog changed their appearance in the next second.
Countless golden birds emerged!
They flapped their wings and occupied all the space in front of Dumbledore. Even the black fog could not cover them!
The death curse did not stop when it touched the first flying bird, but pierced it suddenly like an unstoppable arrow, breaking through dozens of birds in succession, breaking them up and returning them to their original state before exploding completely!
Dumbledore had never seen such a powerful killing curse.
His originally deep eyes finally became more intense at this moment, and then he swung his staff at the objects that were knocked down and transformed by the Killing Curse. Suddenly, the birds flew up again, they spread their wings, and the golden flames connected together, creating a huge golden-red explosion next to Voldemort!
Dumbledore took a step back and quietly put a ring on his hand under the cover of the golden-red flames.
Just when the flames reached their peak, the clear and unusually steady sound of footsteps slowly rang out, and Voldemort walked out as if no one was around!
The golden-red flames kept trying to attach to his body, but there was no way to leave any mark. The black mist floating around him seemed to have absolute defense, not allowing Voldemort to suffer any harm at all.
Then he snapped his fingers, and his scarlet lips formed a strange curve.
The black fog exploded like a surging wave, creating a huge wave and rushing towards Dumbledore!
At this time, Dumbledore did not make any evasive movement. He just suddenly took off the snow-white robe he was wearing.
The black wave hit nothing and just spread across the ground, leaving behind traces as if corroded by strong acid.
Dumbledore disappears!
It was as if he had turned into gas and could not be found anywhere, as if he had escaped directly.
But Voldemort's face did not show the slightest bit of relief. On the contrary, the smile on his lips faded and his brows were tightly furrowed.
The surroundings were empty, and except for the black fog, it was eerily quiet.
Just as Voldemort was gripping the wand tighter in his hand, a white equilateral triangle suddenly appeared!
Along the edges of the three lines in this triangle, a black circle emerged, and finally a gray straight line appeared, which drew a median line in the triangle and at the same time made the diameter of the circle!
"Deathly Hallows!"
Voldemort 's voice became a little uncontrolled.
"You have studied its secrets thoroughly? This is your confidence!"
Dumbledore did not say a word. He appeared right behind the mark of the Deathly Hallows. He was wearing a cloak that could hide his whereabouts and a ring with a black gemstone on his finger. The elder wand passed through the mark!
An aura far more terrifying than the Killing Curse arose!
A figure wearing a gray cloak and holding a sickle appeared faintly behind Dumbledore!
The expression on Voldemort's face became ferocious, his eyes almost turned into a vertical line, and his entire body turned into a ball of black mist!
"You want to use the power of the God of Death! Do you really think that the God of Death is a god!"
Just as the voice sounded, a grayish-white light completely exploded from the tip of the old wand, and Voldemort howled in the black fog. At the same time, the black fog suddenly turned from black to green, enveloping the motionless Dumbledore!
In an instant, the entire main hall fell silent, and all objects touched by the gray light lost all their luster and vitality, as if they had been deprived of the meaning of existence!
Shrouded in the dark green mist, Dumbledore aged at a speed visible to the naked eye in just a few seconds.
The fog had an effect on Dumbledore, but Voldemort's figure had disappeared without a trace, as if he had been vaporized on the spot by the gray light.
"puff."
Dumbledore fell to the ground, blood was flowing out of his eyes, ears, nose and mouth, but the look in his eyes did not change at all, still so solemn and deep.
"Jon...you must see clearly...what on earth is he..."
