Eren had seen a lot of deaths, and even dozens of deaths on his own hands - but to him those people were just enemies, enemies of strangers. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It was the first time he had ever experienced someone familiar fall beside him - even though they hadn't introduced each other, Eren knew who he was, what he did, and why he died.

He crouched down, trying not to touch the body of the deceased, both out of respect for the dead and to prevent Dumbledore from returning and discovering that someone had been there.

He had no doubt that Dumbledore could win - even Voldemort in his heyday didn't dare to say that he could win against the First White Wizard, let alone the Horcrux version of Voldemort who had not fully recovered his strength at this time.

It was evident that the venerable father had died after the battle, even though there were few traces of resistance around him.

One last glance at the venerable father, Alan was ready to set out to watch the battle over there—even if the incomplete version of Voldemort's strength was far from the peak, but it could still make Dumbledore move in earnest—he wanted to see Dumbledore's true strength.

However, one last glance made Alan stunned directly - he saw a black outline of the father's left arm.

Alan carefully picked open the sleeve of the father's shirt with his wand—something he had never seen before, but something incomparably familiar—a skull biting a snake, and it looked so strange—the mark of the Dark Devil.

The doubts were solved in an instant.

This man was originally a Death Eater.

There was no doubt that the insane little Slytherin, who looked so much like his father, was definitely seen by the Dark Lord.

Voldemort's diary is a teenager's memory, but what emerges from the crown is the memory of the time when Voldemort was most proud—he has a vast knowledge of the dark arts and is influencing the wizarding world by seeking the position of professor.

Unlike the living, lowly soul in hiding, he was able to endure the Death Eaters who betrayed him and continued to drink at his worst with the patience he had cultivated over the years of hunting and killing Dumbledore when he was resurrected - and Voldemort, resurrected from this Horcrux, could not tolerate betrayal.

A heart-piercing spell seemed merciful to him - he wanted to tear these traitors apart.

So, when he met that the cowardly servant of the past dared to come and encircle him, he could not contain his anger again and took action—though he didn't know why the cautious Voldemort was so irritable—but it did, and Dumbledore noticed the movement.

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While Eren was lurking quietly, Voldemort - if that unformed mass counted, was at an absolute disadvantage.

Having lost his usual wand and body, Alan was already surprised that he could fight Dumbledore like this.

Voldemort was now holding a silver shield, and it was difficult to resist the attack from Dumbledore.

Around Dumbledore were three towering Treants - they waved their foliage-covered arms to keep Dumbledore at bay from Voldemort's feeble counterattack.

And Dumbledore still had the strength to speak—"So—you, Tom?"

As he spoke, a reddish spell flew out of his wand—where the spell passed, a tree leaf was swept in, and then the branch vanished in an instant—as if it had never been there.

A loud sound like molten iron was pouring out when the spell hit Voldemort, but unfortunately, the silver shield was far more resistant than it looked.

The powerful spell only diminished its silvery-white luster a lot—allowing Voldemort to use his counter-magic.

A cloud of black smoke floated out of his wand - it slowly gathered into the shape of a poisonous snake and burrowed straight into the earth.

Although he didn't know where the smoke had gone, an ominous premonition in his mind caused the lurking Alan to retreat again and again—after he had withdrawn more than ten meters, the snake burst out of the ground and exploded around Dumbledore.

In the smoke screen, the shrouded vegetation quickly began to turn yellow—and then, before it fell, only veins remained.

Although Dumbledore's ring of fire quickly burned the surrounding poisonous mist, the three giant trees guarding it were also affected by the poisonous mist—most of the branches and leaves they used to block magic were dead and lifeless, as if a breeze could blow them off.

That's when Voldemort roared in response to Dumbledore's question, "You've always been like this, Dumbledore! Yes, I did it all - and, I can tell you for sure today - you're dead!"

The answer was a madly growing vine, and Dumbledore didn't seem to have any murderous intent - perhaps he was just trying to imprison Voldemort.

"Tom - I don't know what kind of stupidity gave you the courage to come to my school to make trouble - but unfortunately, today is the time for me to make amends. ”

However, to Dumbledore's surprise - the vines did not work as well as they should, and Voldemort flowed from the first moment he was trapped.

That's right, the non-human-shaped thing barely visible with two red eyes flowing like sand out of a trap woven with vines.

Then, the quicksand struck Dumbledore himself!

But, sadly, the attack missed—with a burst of flame, Dumbledore appeared in the outer circle of the three treants.

Then, three giant trees that needed to be hugged by two people slammed together—like the relative impact of a high-speed vehicle—and a large number of leaves fell under the impact, causing Alan to cover his ears unconsciously.

After the collision, the giant tree lost its last vitality, and in the flying dust, three trees that had completed their final mission lay on the ground.

However, Voldemort was still alive - he held on to a small shield that was almost on the verge of shattering, the humanoid mass that barely called a body was missing a left arm, and the yellow sand scattered around him looked miserable.

However, at the moment, Voldemort was still laughing, he was presumptuous like a madman.

"Dumbledore—is that all?haha, you can't kill me, I'll come back!"

A dark green flame erupted from around him—a raging flame that began to consume everything nearby.

Then, Voldemort turned into a cloud of yellow sand and flew into the distance.