"Mr. Riddle, I think you've permanently damaged a part of you here with those dangerous magical transformations you've used on yourself." Silver tapped his finger at his head, "Oh, forgive me, I forgot that your body is no longer the original, so it was those dangerous magical transformations that damaged your soul. ”

Voldemort's eyes gleamed, and his life-seeking spell was faster than his voice!

"Avada suo!"

Silver didn't care about dignity and came to the ground, and the donkey rolled around to avoid the deadly green light. When Voldemort was about to cast a second Requisition Curse to kill Silver, Dumbledore stopped him.

"Tom, you can't be distracted by anyone else in a duel with me."

A sharp red light struck Voldemort's chest, and he staggered back several steps, reconjuring a silver shield to block Dumbledore's stormy spell.

He gasped, "Ah, Dumbledore, you can't kill me, your spell can't kill me, at most it makes me feel a little pain." The fate of Silver's imp, I'm going to decide. ”

"You won't kill me, Tom. Riddle. Silver blessed himself with a talisman charm, "I'm not alone. ”

"Who do you count on to protect you? Dumbledore? Slughorn? My former slave Snape? Or the great savior Harry. Porter? Voldemort sneered, "There is no wizard in this world who I want to kill but can't." ”

"You're in Harry. Potter had already tasted defeat once, Tom. Riddle. "If you don't change your mind, you'll taste it a second time." ”

"You can speak as well as your great-grandfather, but unfortunately your magic skills are much worse than his."

"My great-grandfather has brought you too much of a psychological shadow, Riddle. My great-grandfather may not have been much better than me when I was my age. ”

Voldemort was suddenly caught by a rocky hand sticking out of the ground, and he nearly fell. But Voldemort reacted very quickly, and with a single wand click, the hand of the rock was instantly torn apart.

"Are you planning to bully more with less?" Voldemort said grimly, "If Dumbledore hadn't been making trouble, you would be dead by now!" ”

The answer to Voldemort was more spells from Silver.

Spells whizzed through the air, and Slughorn and Snape took advantage of the time they spoke to get rid of the few remaining abominations, and now their opponent was Voldemort alone.

Even Harry began to have the audacity to cast the Charm of Stun and Obstruction against Voldemort.

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"Strange, you guys have the upper hand in this way, how could something happen to Dumbledore?" Mr. Lovegood said.

"It's not surprising, it's a lot of fighting, but we can't really do anything with Voldemort." Silver squinted his eyes at the fierce battle with Voldemort in his memory, "You also saw just now, Voldemort can be under more than one spell, you must know that those spells can kill a dragon even if they hit it, but Voldemort has nothing to do, maybe a little pain at most." ”

"What's going on, Jack?" Hermione said, "How did Voldemort do it." ”

"I can only guess, Hermione." Silver said, "Voldemort's body is not a product of nature, it is a creation of evil magic, and I think Voldemort has made some changes to his body after his resurrection, so that he does not need to be afraid of magic." ”

Luna spoke suddenly, "Look, Dumbledore! ”

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At this moment, the situation on the field suddenly changed, Dumbledore waved his wand, and two trolls came running from a distance - specimens should be specimens, their stiff expressions betrayed their identity, one of them did not have a left hand.

Two magically activated troll specimens joined the battlefield, and they rushed at Voldemort under the spells of both sides, and Voldemort had no time to cast a spell under Dumbledore's interference.

With a bang, the two trolls trapped Voldemort in the middle, and the troll with the severed hand slapped the wand off Voldemort's hand.

"It worked!" Harry. Potter almost jumped.

"Do you think you can hurt me? Dumbledore. Voldemort had no intention of surrendering at all, as if the one who had lost his wand was not himself, he shouted. If it weren't for my injuries, you wouldn't even have the chance you have now. ”

"Perhaps, Tom, but you have to try everything to know the result." Dumbledore conjured up sturdy vines and bound Voldemort's limbs firmly.

"Don't bother, Dumbledore, you can't kill me, even the Death Curse will only make me feel pain at most, I've surpassed all wizards, and death can't defeat me!" (To be continued......)