Feeling Dumbledore's might, Voldemort's eyes were full of fear.

Even though Dumbledore was now in his 90s, he was still young in the wizarding world, and some of the old monsters had lived for centuries.

In this world where magic is proportional to age, the years of life can be used as a measure of combat power to a certain extent.

At this time, Voldemort was not yet half a hundred years old, and the magic in his body could not be compared with Dumbledore in his 90s.

If it weren't for his great talent for magic and his knowledge of how to make Horcruxes, the wizarding world might still be as peaceful as it was ten years ago.

The song of the phoenix echoed here, melodious and clear, as if it came from far away.

For most Aurors, Fawkes's singing was like a cool breeze in summer, a warm sun in winter, banishing tiredness, timidity, and restlessness, and reinstilling courage in them, and they felt a new force rekindled from within them, small as a candle flame, but also with the power to burn the prairie fire.

But for the Death Eaters, the song of the phoenix caused their hidden sins and vileness to swell over them, and they did not dare to look directly into their hearts.

It's like a creature that has lived in darkness for a long time only dares to peek into the bright moon, but does not dare to face the sun. Because Mingyue is similar to them, the side of the person on her back is forever shrouded in darkness. And the sun, on the other hand, can illuminate it.

As soon as Fawkes's song sounded, the morale of both sides was immediately reversed, and it made the filthy people at heart more timid and the righteous people braver.

It's like a stove on a cold winter night, bringing warmth to everyone.

As the water continued to gather and spread across the sky, Voldemort had to descend to the ground, and the black fog on his body dissipated.

His face seemed to have been burned by fire, and his features were strangely twisted like wax. The whites of the eyes appear to be permanently filled with blood......

This is what he looked like when he applied to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts ten years after graduation.

At this time, he wore a long black cloak and wore the same iron mask on his face as his subordinates.

As soon as he hit the ground, the Death Eaters swarmed around him, like ants defending their own queens.

Voldemort was quite impatient with this, but in this case, he had to endure it.

At the same time, the Aurors cheered for Dumbledore's arrival and rescued their companions and led them to the edge of the battlefield.

They were also brought to the edge of the battlefield by a number of downed Death Eaters.

Just like when they encountered Voldemort before, the Death Eaters did not dare to move after encountering Dumbledore, for fear of attracting Dumbledore's attention, so they could only watch as the Aurors carried their fallen companions away.

The Minister of Magic and the Ministers of Magic, who were also on the battlefield, saw this scene as if they had seen the legendary duel that had been.

It was also in the midst of the cries of the crowd that the red-haired Dumbledore stood up and openly duel with Grindelwald, and finally defeated Grindelwald with super magic skills, so that the order of the wizarding world could be restored to stability.

Now, is that scene going to happen again?

They were even somewhat glad that Dumbledore was reluctant to serve as the British Minister for Magic, otherwise, they might not be present in the Ministry of Magic.

The water flowed in the sky, constantly giving birth and absorbing the water around it, eating away at the space where Voldemort was already living with his Death Eaters.

Voldemort scolded the Death Eaters in the group, and soon their team adjusted, and Voldemort stood at the front of the Death Eaters.

He took his wand, stroked it affectionately, and then with a wave of his hand, a roll of flame flew out of the tip of his wand impatiently, dancing and exuding an evil aura, greedily looking at the world around him.

Flame turned into a long serpent and stretched gracefully in the air, enveloping Voldemort and the Death Eaters. It continues to devour the magic around it and grow stronger.

Under Voldemort's command, the fiery serpent flew out of its body one after another, turning into various creatures and colliding with the water in the sky

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With a huge amount of heat, the fierce fire collided with the water, and the flowing water dissipated the fierce fire, and the fierce fire devoured the magic of the flowing water and continued to grow itself.

The mist rose everywhere, and before it could spread, a hurricane blew up on the field, blowing away the fog.

At the same time, Fawkes also flew nearby, spitting flames, and as the embodiment of flames, he had a good suppressive power for the fire.

When Dumbledore saw Voldemort unleash a fierce fire, he knew that his water would not work.

With a wave of the old wand, golden light flew out from the tip of the wand, blending into the wind and blowing towards the fierce fire, which was the power of [Spell Stop].

Blown by a hurricane, the whole fire has withered a lot, but it is still full of greed for this world.

"You fools, let's set fire together!"

Voldemort said to the sweaty Death Eaters.

"Master, I, I won't."

One of the Death Eaters spoke with some trepidation, but spoke to the hearts of the Death Eaters in the vast majority.

Not all Death Eaters have a distinguished background and a generational heritage, and many of them don't even know what the [Fire Spell] spell is.

Some of them will, but they are afraid that the fire will backfire and burn themselves.

"It's going to be released, you don't have to control it, you just left after you put it down, don't blame me for being left behind!"

Voldemort said coldly, almost ruthlessly.

"Yes!"

Some Death Eaters raised their wands and swung them directly, unleashing the flames and instilling magic in them.

"Merlin! What do you think, troll, that you set fire to us, are you burning everyone else?"

Voldemort looked at some fools, he really didn't know what to say, and he couldn't even get angry.

With a flick of his wand, he threw the fire unleashed by the Death Eaters outside.

Fierce fires flew out of the ranks of the Death Eaters, igniting the earth and gradually spreading, but the momentum slowed down in Dumbledore's wind.

Dumbledore approached, and streams of water flowed around the Death Eaters like an upside-down glass bowl, sealing them inside.

At the same time, the fire that spread to the outside would be carried by Dumbledore's water stream and thrown into it along with the attachments.

Seeing this, Voldemort behind the mask hooked a cruel arc at the corner of his mouth.

"Run! Don't blame me for being slow, hehehe~"

He suddenly smiled eerily and didn't look back, but his voice was still clear.

The voice was heard outside, a little distorted, and Dumbledore was a little confused, but he also stopped his steps.

Waves of magic rippled in the encirclement of the current, and Dumbledore clearly recognized that it was the magic fluctuation of [Apparition Shift]. Immediately, he swung his wand, and the ground beneath Voldemort's feet began to deform, and a jump rope sprinted up his ankles, trying to grab the Death Eaters' wands and leave them behind.

"Dumbledore, let me see if you want to keep us or save them?"

Seeing Dumbledore's action, Voldemort laughed cruelly, holding his wand and stretching his arm in front of him, and the huge magic power instantly burst out with the aura of darkness and death, pouring into the fire.

The fierce fire, nourished by such a huge amount of magical power, continued to grow, and every second was twice the size of the previous second, and finally burst open, turning into countless fierce fires of different sizes, burning everywhere.

Feeling Voldemort's burst of magic, Dumbledore was amazed by his talent, but also pondered his sin, what kind of experience made him have such evil magic?

Fierce fire turned into a giant beast wreaking havoc in the Nott family's manor, destroying everything in sight, greedily absorbing the magic that could be touched, and growing ever.

For this reason, Dumbledore had to take a step back to extinguish these fires, if left unchecked, they would definitely spread to other places, wreak havoc on Britain, and possibly expose the wizarding world to the Muggle world completely, so that they would

It's dangerous.

Taking advantage of Dumbledore's lack of time to care, Voldemort hurriedly consumed the remaining magic power, rolled up some of the body tissues left by the Death Eater's [Phantom Shift], and left with the [Phantom Shifter] who had not yet succeeded in leaving the Death Eater.

Split is a phenomenon caused by the inadequate preparation of [Phantom Shifting] that separates some of the body's tissues from the body.

Generally speaking, wizards who can [apparition] can use this magic proficiently. But the Death Eaters were badly injured, and if Voldemort hadn't seen an arm and a thigh, he wouldn't have thought of bringing them back.

Dumbledore's final harassment played a crucial role in this, as the environment in which the Death Eaters practiced Transfiguration was a safe environment.

There are also powerful wizards who can constantly use [Phantom Shifting] in battle, which will not be separated, and can have an absolute impact on the battle situation.

"Dumbledore, deal with the fire! We'll see you again!"

Before leaving, Voldemort left Dumbledore a message, the last of which was full of hatred.

Unlike Dumbledore, Voldemort was not about the destruction of life and nature, and in his eyes, there was nothing more important than his own success.

The Aurors on the edge of the battlefield hadn't seen enough, but they felt that it had only been a very short time before the incident had developed like this.

The inverted bowl of flowing water exploded, flames splashed in all directions, and a large number flew towards them, startling them.

Thankfully, Dumbledore waved his wand in time, and a magical barrier appeared in front of them, blocking the flying fire.

"It's a fire, put out the fire!"

The Minister of Magic realized the seriousness of the matter and hurriedly ordered everyone to arrive.

Not only the Minister of Magic, but also the other directors smelled the danger, and if they didn't deal with it properly, they might be ousted, after all, they were all witnesses to this incident.

The Aurors and their supervisor were the quickest to react, and hurriedly held their wands, stuck them on the ground, and together unleashed the [Spell Stop] magic. The Minister of Magic and the Ministers of the Departments followed.

One by one, [Spell Stop] was cast, and under the same idea, it converged and fused into a more prominent magic, and [All Spells Are Finished].

On the other side, Voldemort emptied the magic in his body and finally brought back the remaining Death Eaters and the body tissues left behind by their splits.

As soon as he returned, the mournful shouting on the lawn ceased, and all the wounded and uninjured looked at him.

"What a howl, I'll leave you missing for a while, find your own, and put it back!"

Although the words were full of coldness, the Death Eaters still felt the warmth they had not felt for a long time, and some of the old people even recalled Voldemort together, handsome, gentle......

"It's been a long time since I've experienced this feeling, it's empty, and there's no magic at all."

Voldemort muttered as he felt the state of his body.

"What? Do you want to try it?"

Looking at the Death Eaters who were looking at him, Voldemort said with a smile, as if he was very happy.

The crowd hurriedly shook their heads.

"Master, please go and rest first."

A man walked up to Voldemort, and even though the iron mask changed his voice, the blond hair alone knew it was Lucius.

He didn't even need to take off his hood for the Death Eaters to recognize him, and only he dared to be so close to Voldemort.

"Well, thank you, Lucius."

Voldemort stroked his blonde hair with satisfaction and said with a smile.

"It is my pleasure, master."

Lucius replied, leading Voldemort into the inner room.

Voldemort shook his head, chuckled, and said nothing.

As the two entered the inner room, the calm outside vanished, and the noise regained its place.

A certain manor of the Nott family, thanks to the efforts of Dumbledore and the Aurors, the fire was finally extinguished, but it was also left here

It was devastating.

The Minister of Magic and the Ministers thanked Dumbledore, and after a few cordial conversations, they parted ways with Dumbledore after inviting him to the trial that followed.

Dumbledore didn't go with them to the Ministry of Magic and went straight back to the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts.

The Aurors tied up the Death Eaters and took them back directly to [Apparition Shift], and did not ride the broomstick again.

As for why it wasn't [Phantom Shift] when he came, it was because the target location of [Phantom Shift] must be known in memory or seen by sight.

Back in the principal's office, Fawkes began to cry incessantly.

At this point, Ralph's exchange with the new professor was over.

Grindelwald continued to "study" the meditation basin, while Ralph sat next to Professor McGonagall, sipping drinks and snacks from the house-elves.

The drink is Professor Sgrahorn's magic drink, Alederd, and the snacks are made by the house-elves themselves, which are sweet and fragrant, and are made from the honey secreted by the compost pitcher plant.

"Fox is complaining that the fire is too unpalatable, so I won't tell you the details."

Dumbledore looked at Professor McGonagall and Ralph in confusion and explained.

"Blazing?"

Professor McGonagall exclaimed.

Grindelwald on the side also looked over and waited for the following.

Dumbledore looked at Ralph and was about to say something, when he interrupted Ralph.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, I'm not a child anymore!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone present laughed, and Fox flew to Ralph's side and touched Ralph's nose with his beak.

"Haha, I like you very much after watching Fawkes."

Dumbledore laughed, and then said what Ralph was most concerned about.

"Don't worry, Buchanan is fine, he's the safest one by my side."

Ralph breathed a sigh of relief, and Professor McGonagall kindly touched his little head.