Volume 7: A World with Bad Consequences Chapter 487 The Consequences of Death
Dumbledore leaned against a fallen piece of ceiling stone, breathing heavily, and squinted his eyes to see the black mist that was constantly gathering.
The invisibility cloak had fallen off his body and lost its invisibility effect. The Resurrection Stone had become dim and even the Elder Wand looked like a dead branch that was about to crack in the sun, old and dilapidated.
Dumbledore did not show much surprise at this phenomenon. After studying the true power of the Three Deathly Hallows combined, he knew that such a situation would arise.
Of course, this doesn’t mean that these three things will be completely scrapped in the future, but that the god of death has temporarily taken away their power, and it will take some time to recover.
But Dumbledore's attention was certainly not on the old wand in his hand. He watched the black mist condense from illusion and quickly condense into a solid entity again, and finally turned back into the handsome man with an extremely pale face but a smiling expression.
"Ha ha!"
He was laughing, laughing wildly and ostentatiously.
"The God of Death is indeed great, and the Three Sacred Relics are indeed powerful. And then what?"
He put his hands behind his back and began to pace around Dumbledore, like a circus tamer holding a whip and circling an old lion.
"Do you think the God of Death can kill me? You can't even imagine how powerful I am! You can't even experience it!"
His voice was high-pitched, as if he was giving an impassioned speech.
"But you are dying, Albus Dumbledore."
Voldemort's voice suddenly became low, and his snake-like eyes stared at the old man.
"The Grim Reaper can't take my life! But it seems to like you very much."
"So, even if you were able to kill me once, the power you used was the so-called magic of love?"
He became excited again and snapped his fingers. Countless damaged buildings around him began to float up slowly and then returned to their original state.
"None! Dumbledore! No matter what aspect, you haven't defeated me! The one who loses in the end is still you! And it will only be you!"
Facing his sarcasm and ridicule, Dumbledore just leaned against the stone wall calmly . He did not seem to have any emotional fluctuations and just looked at Voldemort.
"It was indeed a wonderful performance, Riddle, but before I die, can I know how you changed the way the Horcrux resurrects, so that you can quickly resurrect your body at the place of death while consuming some of your strength?"
The expression on Voldemort's face suddenly became gloomy. He suddenly grabbed Dumbledore's robe collar and pulled him in front of his face!
"Old man! You are already a dying man, so there is no need to know so much! How did you know that I was resurrected with the help of the Horcrux?!"
Dumbledore laughed. His laugh was not as happy as Voldemort's, but full of mischief .
"Sometimes, you are always like this, Tom. I can call you that, just like when you were in school in Hogwarts Castle. You are very good at acting, but even the most exaggerated acting skills are just to cover up something. Isn't this what you want to hide? Is using Horcruxes to achieve immortality a secret that cannot be told?"
Voldemort stared at Dumbledore's blue pupils, as if he wanted to see something in them, to understand how much Dumbledore knew about him.
But even at this point, his Legilimency was unable to break through Dumbledore's mental walls and see through the biggest secret hidden deep in his brain!
Voldemort could no longer bear it. He raised his wand and grabbed Dumbledore's collar with one hand. He wanted to kill the old man on the spot and then dig out his brain to see what was hidden inside. At this time, a dark green spell suddenly attacked him from behind!
Almost at the moment when John's killing curse was activated, Voldemort's entire body was scattered from a solid body into an illusory state of black mist, and Dumbledore, who had been holding in his hand, fell to the ground.
Voldemort's figure did not condense directly, but rushed towards John like a storm. However, John, who appeared in front of the main hall door, did not move. His body just suddenly flashed, a golden-red light lit up, and the next moment he appeared next to the fallen Dumbledore.
However, just as John was about to grab Dumbledore's arm and use Apparition to leave here, a golden-red light enveloped them, flashing for a moment, but still remained where they were!
"He used that phoenix to escape last time. Now there's another phoenix. Do you think I'll make the same mistake again?"
Voldemort turned back into human form and looked at John, with the sarcasm on his lips not disappearing at all.
"Very good. Not only did we get rid of one today, but we also got a companion. I'm curious if the immortal phoenix can die if it keeps experiencing death!"
John did not respond to Voldemort's words. He just calmly felt the anti-Apparition magic set up here.
This type of magic has obviously been specially enhanced, and can even prevent the special apparition of the Phoenix. The only thing it prohibits is the connection between this hallway and the outside world. The apparition within the hallway is not restricted.
This restriction blocked John's way of escaping from here with Dumbledore, but it also gave him some bargaining chips to face Voldemort here.
Dumbledore looked very tired, exhausted to the extreme, but he still turned his head to look at Jon.
"Are you sure you can get out?"
Obviously, he would not ask Jon why he came here to save him. When Jon appeared here, asking these questions would be pure nonsense.
John just faced Voldemort and slowly clenched the wand in his hands. Golden-red flames ignited around him, and after adding the magic power stored in the ring, it burst into an incomparably hot light.
"Whether I am confident or not is another matter. I can first verify whether I am confident of exchanging a few moves with him."
Dumbledore gave a somewhat helpless smile, leaned against the stone wall, and spoke softly.
"From now on, everything will be up to you. Just consider the consequences. I will support you no matter what you do, Jon."
The smile on Voldemort's face did not disappear. He waved the wand in his hand, and the next moment, black mist surged around him.
"I wonder if he has considered the consequences of death!"
