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For him, all servants were almost nothing more than tools at his disposal - so, in times of danger, he did not hesitate to use Quirrell's life to strengthen himself.

Although it may be a pity to lose such an obedient slave, if the Philosopher's Stone is snatched from Dumbledore's hand, then the greatest role of this slave will be reflected, and naturally there is no such thing as a pity.

Under Dumbledore's gaze, the burning green flames on Voldemort's body fell to the ground one by one and fell apart, and the dark flames not only did not wither because they fell, but bloomed into the flower of life - every time the flames jumped, a hissing snake was born from the flames, and then dived into the shadows.

Both Tom Riddle and Dumbledore knew one thing - their time was limited.

Dumbledore couldn't keep Voldemort, who could survive almost by any means, but what he had to do was kill his parasitic Quirrell in a limited amount of time, that is, before Voldemort completely gave up on the Philosopher's Stone and fled.

All Voldemort had to do was snatch the Philosopher's Stone from Dumbledore before his potential was exhausted - it wasn't easy, but it was the closest he came to a perfect resurrection.

The Horcrux simply means that no one else can kill him, and the Philosopher's Stone means the most perfect state, eternal life!

Therefore, the two of them hit the real fire at the first time.

Allen, who was watching from the sidelines, was frightened by this battle - compared to the soul of Voldemort who was cursed before, perhaps he possessed Quirrell was a little weaker than the soul split, but in terms of combat power, the real Voldemort at this moment was completely abusing the brainless soul.

His manipulation of magic even reaches the level of art.

With each wand dance, several small snakes crawled out of the shadows, condensed into a stream of magic on the surface or in mid-air, and attacked Dumbledore.

These little snakes born from the flames can freely carry out all kinds of combinations - ropes made of flames, dark purple chains, large snakes that will attack from a tricky angle, and even fierce flames that are burning from under their feet.

It's not just magic - to be precise, even if Voldemort is perfectly resurrected, the magic he unleashes may be more powerful, but it definitely won't be so weird.

The reason is simple - each of these little snakes is infused with the life force from Quirrell, another form of magic that makes life sacrifice - but it is impossible for Voldemort himself to sacrifice his own life to release it.

Under such a strange attack, it would be useless to change to an ordinary mage or even an Auror-like existence.

Unfortunately, Voldemort was not facing an ordinary person, but a man named Dumbledore, his lifelong enemy.

No matter how weird the magic was, they stopped in front of Dumbledore's shield - even if it made the shield clange, it wasn't enough to break through Dumbledore's defenses so far.

"Tom, it's nice to see you again - but unfortunately you don't seem to understand your mistake. There was a slight regret in Dumbledore's voice, as if a professor was criticizing his students.

This attitude angered Voldemort, and his wand waved so loudly that Alan thought he was going to swing his arm down.

A flash of silver light flew out of Voldemort's wand, and it was so fast that it even brought out sparks in the air - a powerful magic that flew in front of Dumbledore almost in the blink of an eye, and did not slow down until it broke through three successive layers of Dumbledore's shield.

"Don't pretend Dumbledore! I've had enough of yours!" Quirrell's voice let out a hoarse cry, and with a powerful fire spell, Voldemort continued, "You can't kill my Dumbledore! You're old, and I'm young! You'll never be old enough to lift your wand—and you'll be buried under the dirt with your outdated mind, and eventually rot together!!"

Retaliating was a spell that was very wide off, and the failure of this spell was immediately greeted by Voldemort's ridicule.

"Oh, Dumbledore—can you only speak harshly now, and your attack spell can miss at such a close distance?"

However, soon Voldemort stopped laughing—the curse had shattered a mirror that had been standing in the room, and now, the shattered fragments of the mirror had been turned into a ribbon of glass shards under Dumbledore's spell, and then firmly wrapped around Voldemort's shield.

The moment the ribbon was tied up, Voldemort's mind instantly conjured up images of himself controlling the wizarding world and putting the entire wizarding system above Muggles—a mirror that even if it was broken, it still had his magical powers.

At the moment when Voldemort lost his mind at the image in front of him, the shield on his body was immediately crushed by the ribbon, and then the ribbon began to tie to various parts of Voldemort's body like a snake.

"Pop" - with a soft sound, Voldemort, who was about to be restrained, suddenly turned into a green flame, and then went straight through the gap in the chain.

This escaped flame turned into Voldemort's body again not far away - but judging from the fact that the green flame on his body was one layer shorter, it was obviously not an escape skill that could be easily released.

"Whew. Voldemort gasped, his wand raised again, and the silver shield on his body lit up again.

"Is that all there is, Dumbledore?" the shield gave Voldemort a high level of confidence, however, he was responded to by a whip of fire from Dumbledore's wand.

With a soft explosion of air, the long whip slammed into Voldemort's shield with a crisp thud, and then set off a sea of fire at Voldemort's feet.

Voldemort's response was that the green flames on his body dimmed again - with the fall of the green flames, the flames that had been burning on the ground seemed to be swallowed up by another flame that dripped down like sweat - at the same time, more snakes crawled out of the flames on the ground, hiding in the shadows.

"You can't kill me, Dumbledore!" Voldemort shouted, and the flames on the ground flew violently, turning into patches of green feathers in the air, and shot straight at Dumbledore.

As for Voldemort himself - the moment the feathers flew out, he was gone.