"It's finally here, Albus Dumbledore, you're coming much slower than I thought, maybe you're really old. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 By the time Dumbledore appeared on the outskirts of the village, Voldemort's voice had already come directly.

Dumbledore didn't answer, he looked coldly at the white fog in front of him, the whole village was covered in such a white mist, no magic could detect what was going on inside.

"Why, Lord Headmaster, are you scared too? Don't you dare to enter this beautiful space? You know, my Death Eaters are still attacking the Quidditch World Cup. Even though they were as weak as ever, it was too easy to kill those ordinary wizards, wasn't it?" Voldemort's voice came from far and near, and it seemed that it had reached a short distance.

"Tom, you're still the same as before, you like to pretend to be a ghost, it's useless, even if you can defeat me, so what, you're still not the strongest wizard in this world. Dumbledore stood in the middle of the road, calmly staring at the pale in front of him.

"You know, Dumbledore, I was so glad you brought me out of the orphanage. Even I was slightly moved in my heart, I used to think of Hogwarts School as my home, but unfortunately, no matter where I went, the dark nature of this world still did not change, and I saw in wizards the source of darkness, decay, and destruction. I thought, Dumbledore, don't you see the flowing darkness?" the Dark Lord slowly emerged from the white mist, standing on the pale border.

"No, I don't see it, Tom, I don't understand, what do you want, if it's eternal life, I think with your current ability, you can live forever. Or do you want to rule all of Wizarding England, and you could have led the whole of Britain to rebirth by becoming the best Minister of Magic, or you yourself don't understand what you want?" Dumbledore was not surprised by the Dark Lord's appearance, he was still standing quietly opposite Voldemort, and the two looked at each other face to face like old friends.

"If you had asked me this question twelve years ago, Lord Headmaster, I would have told you that I just wanted to rule all of Wizarding England. It's too much trouble to be a politician. I have an easier way to become the ruler of the whole country, why not do it. During my time in the Black Forest, I was constantly reflecting on how I ended up in such a desperate situation. It turned out that I didn't understand what I wanted, as the principal thought. The domination of this country does not mean anything to me. The Dark Lord's eyes were like red-hot steel, staring at Dumbledore.

"Now, then, Tom, what is the purpose of your present sin, your current cruelty? Every step you take has plunged you deeper into the abyss of pain, you have no friends, all wizards are your servants or enemies, you have no family, and the last descendant of the Gaunt family, with whom you are bloodlined, you have also killed you, Bella once loved you dearly, but you cruelly rejected her, have you not been disgusted with the wrong choice you have made at this point?" There was not the slightest fear in Dumbledore's eyes, and he looked at Voldemort calmly.

"Headmaster, it seems that you have spent a lot of time learning about my past during this time. I think you probably know another important thing, about me tearing souls apart and creating Horcruxes. Dumbledore didn't react.

"Then you should know that I am still suffering from the tearing of my soul all the time. They all thought I was crazy, my ridiculous purebloodism, I divided wizards into different classes, I refused to cooperate with wizards from other countries, I recruited trolls, vampires, werewolves, all of this became evidence that I had gone mad. ”

"Wizards are completely corrupted. My poor mother, when he died in the cold bed of a Muggle orphanage, the wizarding world had given her the slightest warmth. The Gaunt family, the direct Slytherin line, and how many wizards are as pitiful as my mother, Dumbledore, have you ever thought about it?"

"Wizengamot Wizarding Wizarding Order, Dumbledore, as the chief wizard, I think you know better than I know what the entire wizarding world has been doing for hundreds of years. Pure-blood families occupy most of the wealth, occupy one layer of the number of wizards, but have nine layers of wealth. These stupid sorcerers, in order to protect their own selfish interests, would rather watch their kind starve and freeze to death, rather than take a cent of their wealth out of the hands of the goblins to help the poor. Dumbledore, do you think this is normal? You accuse me, Dumbledore, do you remember your poor sister, your angry father, your innocent mother?! Dumbledore, you are so wrong! I don't live up to the results of all this, and you are the cause!"

"The wizarding world has completely degenerated. It's not me who is wrong, it's you!Dumbledore, you can never defeat me, as long as the pain remains in this world for one day, I will live forever!" The Dark Lord's magic power fluctuated violently at this time, and the white mist began to roll.

"Dumbledore, today, I'm going to tell you that what you think is right is all wrong! Now, this time, my time, I will bring pain, destruction, and then hope to wizards!" the Dark Lord said as he began to cast a spell. Pain flashed in Dumbledore's eyes.

Black flames erupted from the Dark Lord's wand, and unlike any magical flame, it was summoned by the Dark Lord directly using the power of death. This temperatureless black flame continued to gather in the air, and finally formed a creature that Dumbledore was all too familiar with: the Stygian Phoenix!