“…… Dumbledore. ”

Under the endless night sky, wisps of black smoke appeared out of thin air, converging towards a certain point in the air, flying and drawing mysterious arcs.

The black gas became more and more numerous, and it became more and more dense, gathering like a whirlpool.

As a low and cold voice sounded, the black gas vortex suddenly closed, and a young and elegant young man stood in the air, calmly looking at the white wizard on the ground.

"It's nice to see you again...... Dear Professor Dumbledore, ”

When Voldemort was willing to call himself Tom Riddle, Dumbledore was only a Transfiguration teacher at Hogwarts.

It can be said that Voldemort's "professor" has been peaceful and natural as yesterday after more than 40 years.

"Dear Professor Dumbledore, you look ...... But it's a lot older. Voldemort smiled gently, as if he had ignored all the entanglements of the past fifty years, "I remember, your hair was still reddish-brown!" Now it's completely white......"

"But you still think the same as before."

Dumbledore also smiled slightly, but his eyes became much sharper, as if he wanted to see through the student in front of him thoroughly.

"Really?" Voldemort nodded, as if agreeing with Dumbledore's words, "Thanks to the Professor, if you hadn't brought me into this wonderful world of magic, how could I enjoy the beauty of this victory over death?" ”

"Victory over death?" Dumbledore shook his head slightly, looked into Voldemort's eyes, and said with a serious expression, "You're wrong, Tom...... For a wizard, death is never a threat or an obstacle. ”

Voldemort looked at him calmly, and after a moment, he suddenly chuckled.

"Professor, you're still not good at telling jokes as always, I see"

"Tom," interrupted Dumbledore, "do you want to go down that wrong path all the time?" ”

"Enough, right?" Voldemort raised an eyebrow, as if mocking Dumbledore, "Professor, I don't think there's any need for you to be so hypocritical anymore, because I've seen through your false fraternity from the beginning!" ”

"Yes! These methods of yours are indeed very good, and you have fooled the world with these clever empty words, so that they will respect you, worship you, and embrace you......"

"But"

He spoke in a flat tone, but the smile on his face was disappearing little by little, and his gaze gradually became cold and disdainful.

"But do you think you can use it to fool me?" Voldemort spread his arms and said in a loud voice, "Any wizard who delves into magic will understand that the greatest enemy of wizards is time!" And the end of time is death! ”

"When you are dying and suddenly find that you still have a spell that you have not learned, will you still say that 'death is never an obstacle'!"

Dumbledore looked at Voldemort with a stubborn face, was silent for a moment, and finally sighed softly.

"It seems that you will never try to understand......"

As the words fell, Dumbledore raised the Elder Wand in his hand and waved it so lightly.

Suddenly, a pillar of red light shot straight towards Voldemort in the air with a slight vibration, and if Maca was here, he would definitely recognize it at a glance as the breath of rule!

Although it does not reach the level of the power of the rules, the power contained in it is more subtle, and the mana consumption when casting is more economical.

It seems that Dumbledore also set foot on Royna's trials back then is true, although he eventually gave up that path, but found another way to figure out the mystery of the rules himself.

Seeing this, Voldemort's heart suddenly froze, and as soon as he raised his wand in his right hand, a black gas immediately rose out of thin air, turning into a pitch-black shield to block the path of the red pillar of light.

With a low, gong-like thud, the pillar of light that burst out from the tip of the old wand was blocked by the shield in front of Voldemort, and the overflowing red streamer spread out like a cloud of mist, flowing towards Voldemort's back.

At this moment, whether it was the members of the Order of the Phoenix behind Dumbledore or the Death Eaters behind Voldemort, they were all shocked back by the terrifying power of nearly a hundred feet.

"Don't try to kill me, Dumbledore." The black flame in Voldemort's eyes was beating wildly, and his eyes narrowed above the shield, "Or ...... Are you admitting what I just said? ”

"Truth be told, I was going to destroy you before I met that kid, Tom." Still speaking calmly, Dumbledore suddenly raised his leg and walked towards Voldemort.

"We all know that there are many other ways to destroy a person." He approached Voldemort step by step, as if he hadn't paid attention to what was in front of him at all, "Just taking your life won't satisfy me." ”

"There's nothing worse than dying, Dumbledore!"

Voldemort roared violently, and with another wave of his wand, another piece of black gas gathered into a cloud out of thin air and flew straight towards Dumbledore.

Dumbledore still shook his head, and with a slight shake of the wand in his hand, the red pillar of light was like a flaming sword, completely dispersing the black qi.

The next second, he flicked his wand again, and the pillar of light lifted upwards and slammed into Voldemort's shield.

"Bang!"

There was another muffled thud, and Voldemort moved back dozens of feet along with the black shield in front of him.

"You couldn't be more wrong."

Dumbledore's voice was soft, like two people discussing a drink.

He simply dispersed the pillar of light at the tip of his staff and continued on his way to Voldemort's side. He walked seemingly defenselessly, undefended.

"In fact, your biggest failure is not to understand that there is something worse than death"

Truth be told, Dumbledore hadn't really made a move for a long time, and no one knew how much strength he had, or how far he had reached his understanding of magic.

For Dumbledore, using magic to fight was no longer what he was after.

At this moment, as he said, he had never intended to end Voldemort's evil deeds with death, because in Dumbledore's opinion, it was not enough to wash away the sins he had committed over the years.

Not to mention...... Death, indeed, is not the end.

"No!" Voldemort finally grimaced, and he roared, "You're the old stubborn who doesn't understand!" You simply don't understand the beauty and cruelty of magic! ”

Before the words fell, and he didn't see any movement, a puff of black gas suddenly exploded around him, enveloping him all over.

For a moment, Voldemort's whole body was wrapped in black air, and in the blink of an eye, he became almost exactly the same as the Black Death.

The only difference is that the black gas on Voldemort's body is more like a black flame that is constantly beating and burning, exuding an unsettling aura.

"Dumbledore...... I'll show you what magic really is! ”

Next, Voldemort proved that whether he can control the black gas freely or not, the combat effectiveness is completely different.

Maybe he's still holding a wand, maybe he's not. Because he was covered in black gas, he couldn't see clearly, but in any case, the long whip composed of black gas was constantly pumping towards Dumbledore.

But Dumbledore obviously wouldn't stand and be beaten in vain, but when he saw his wand pointing downward, the ground immediately bulged and turned into a giant rock hand in front of him.

When the giant hand had just taken shape, Voldemort's dozen or so long whips of black qi had already arrived!

With a heart-pounding whipping sound, the rubble and clods of earth flew out, and the giant rock hand turned into pieces again in an instant, but Dumbledore who was hiding behind him was now gone.

"Huh?"

Voldemort immediately sensed that something was wrong, he immediately turned around, and the black gas whip swept back, but it was swept away.

At this moment, another pillar of red light rushed straight from directly below him, and the speed was so fast that it almost caught him off guard.

Hit!

The red pillar of light shot straight up at Voldemort's feet, and in the stunned gaze of the Death Eaters, it actually pierced through the black flames on Voldemort's body, knocking it into ......

Dumbledore frowned slightly, then another apparition, a little further away.

Voldemort, who had just been hit by his pillar of light, turned into a puff of black gas in the eyes of everyone, but it did not dissipate.

In terms of the characteristics of that black gas, it is actually not much different from the Black Death. As long as the magic contained in it is not completely exhausted, a situation like Voldemort that can turn the whole person into black gas is almost immortal.

In just a moment, the black gas condensed again, and changed into Tom Riddle's appearance again. Just looking at the unchanging appearance, it was as if he had not been hurt at all.

"Don't you understand, Dumbledore?" Voldemort grinned and said, "I'm immortal!" Immortal! Didn't I tell you? I have conquered death! ”

"Really?"

Dumbledore still looked at him calmly and shook his head faintly.

"I'm sorry I can't teach you anything......" he said, looking up at Voldemort, as if chattering, "I was told that if I were a teacher, I wouldn't be a good teacher, it wouldn't be for me. ”

"As it turns out, she's right!" Dumbledore chuckled a little lonely, "You know what? You and Maca are two of the most promising students I've ever met! But I haven't even been able to teach you anything......"

"You don't need me to teach, and neither does Maca," he said, "yes! The life I should have understood a long time ago would be more meaningful if I had to go on my own......"

"Thanks to the Maka kid, I finally get it, but Tom, do you understand?"

Dumbledore's wand was another finger, but the aura emanating from his body was completely different.

“…… Sometimes, people...... You should be selfish......"