Thinking of this, Voldemort's pale fingers, which were not holding the wand, immediately formed into a fist, and the fingertips began to rub together with an unbearable sound, and then glanced vaguely at Peter Pettigrew, who was still in pain at his feet.

He was determined to give the most horrific punishment to those who sabotaged his plans.

But at this time, there was no time left for Voldemort to think about these things after the fall.

Dumbledore has a shot!

After dodging a curse, the tall and thin old man raised his wand and pointed it at Voldemort, who immediately took advantage of the unique environment of the surrounding cemetery to condense a wall of earth in front of him to resist Dumbledore's curse.

But Dumbledore's target wasn't him, but the Death Eaters.

Several Death Eaters who were close to the ancient tree were struck by the tree's sudden protruding branches, knocking them out and falling to the side.

As for the rest of the Death Eaters who approached the stele, they were tied together by several invisible ropes without resistance, losing their balance and falling to the ground, struggling weakly back to back.

"Oh, get rid of the people who get in the way, good, I can't wait to fight you, I wonder if you've aged a lot in the last ten years, and the fear of death is closer to you, isn't it?" Voldemort said inwardly, opening his white teeth, as if trying to influence Dumbledore's fighting spirit through this.

Ironically, the people he had called family members a moment ago were now called in the way by him

"Tom, I thought you would learn to repent and think during the ten years you lost your strength, but it seems that I was naïve, and besides, you mentioned death, which may be a little late, but I still want to tell you that death is the beginning of another great adventure......"

"Repentance?" Voldemort sneered, "Voldemort will fail temporarily, he will lose his body because of a lucky boy, he will become a remnant, but he will not learn any hypocritical mercy because of this, in those days in the Albanian forest, I only know what it means to be the law of the jungle, teacher." Voldemort called out to Dumbledore for the first time, but it sounded harsh anyway.

"And the great adventure, then I'd like to send you on this great adventure today, teacher. Voldemort said gloomily, and the earthen wall in front of him immediately began to deform and stretch, and then condensed into the form of a large serpent, spitting out letters hideously.

Voldemort tilted his head at this time, and the sand snake also staggered and tilted his body, looking very vivid.

And Nagini, who was still around him just now, was gone without a trace at this time.

Voldemort's long, pale hand raised his wand and flicked it upward, and the sand snake began to leap up and run towards Dumbledore, as if to bite and devour him.

Dumbledore's wand was raised in the air unhurriedly, and the air around him seemed to suddenly begin to moisten, and began to exude a refreshing coolness.

The sand snake's movements suddenly slowed down, and its swift movements were instantly disturbed, as if there were two hands in the dark, slowing into its life.

Voldemort shouted, and several thin flame-like snakes suddenly rushed around the sand snake, and then swam around the sand snake's body, making a "swoop" sound, and the moist water droplets began to leave the sand snake's body in the form of water vapor at this time.

Its movements began to return to its swift state.

Seeing this, Dumbledore immediately withdrew his wand and swung it like a leather whip. A long, thin flame emerged from the tip of the staff, and then turned into a phoenix bathed in fire, and with a light roar that resounded through the sky, it rushed directly towards the sand snake.

The small snakes composed of flames were swallowed by the phoenix in an instant, and the size of the phoenix became larger and larger, and the sand snake quickly solidified into a fragile stone under the scorching heat.

"Shattered bones!" a gentle smashing spell shot out from between Dumbledore's staff, and the sand snake, which had been invincible just now, began to crack inch by inch with a loud bang, and then returned to the surface.

The phoenix flew through the sand serpent and soared through the air, charging at Voldemort on the ground.

Voldemort suddenly disappeared in place, and then suddenly appeared on top of another tombstone, and then suddenly many earth thorns appeared on the ground in front of him, as if they were about to drill out of the ground, constructing a cage, locking him in it, and Voldemort had to shift his position.

His heart was beating uneasily and fearfully, and his stubborn resistance made him angry.

For the first time, he felt his incompetence, and the old man had lightly defused his attack, and what was even more humiliating was that he was forced to retreat.

If he continues like this, will he be tied up and captured by this old man?

No, Voldemort didn't accept this ending, he had his body again, he wanted to go further on the road to eternal life, how could he be ended by this hateful old man?

But the status quo had to make him bow his head, Voldemort's support became more and more difficult, and every time he shifted and manifested, it seemed that Dumbledore expected it, and the old man easily blocked his escape route, making him look tired and embarrassed.

In one moment, the silent tombstone will rise from the ground and become too tall to be impenetrable, and the next moment the mud and sand under his feet will become a chain of tenacious bondage, trying to grasp his feet.

All of his nearby objects seemed to be Dumbledore's assistants at this moment, and he tried to transform it to fight back, but he became more and more powerless, and could only rely on the apparition to parry

Just as Voldemort's mood was becoming more and more depressed, he suddenly felt a fluctuation not far away.

Voldemort dodged a sand hand attack sideways, his deep eyes swept over the old man not far away, and saw Dumbledore's brow furrowed, and suddenly, Voldemort realized that this would be a rare opportunity.

Even if he didn't know the cause of the fluctuation now, anything that could distract Dumbledore would be in his favor.

Then he saw a body suddenly kneeling on the edge of the cemetery, as if it appeared out of thin air, and the man could not grasp his balance, and rolled on the ground a few times, and lay on the ground in embarrassment

"Harry Potter!" Voldemort smiled with a hideous and excited smile, not paying any attention to the tombstones and sand that continued to attack him.

Because he knew that his opportunity had come.

"Arvada suo!" a strange green light erupted from the tip of his purple-shirted wand, flying straight towards the boy who was still ignorant of everything.