The chill was more ferocious than it seemed.

Fawkes wasn't ready, its feathers were a little darker, and it snorted and lit flames to make sure that he and Dumbledore weren't frostbitten.

It's just that

The flames and frost and snow stirred up a thick water vapor, making the vision conditions even worse.

"Oh no, Fawkes." Dumbledore raised his hand and waved his wand.

Cast a weather spell.

In an instant, the weather suddenly became clear.

The fog and water vapor all dissipated suddenly, and the wind suddenly stopped, except for the frost and snow, which was still there, as Dumbledore had first seen it, fierce and rich.

This.

Dumbledore was slightly stunned.

At his level, the weather spell would no longer be partially effective.

That means it's no ordinary snow.

Hoarfrost.

A word crossed his mind.

To be free from the spells of his Elder Wand's blessing is the only thing that has been glimpsed at this special thing.

Wild Hunt?

Or Voldemort?

He couldn't make a definitive guess, but he didn't need to know who was inside.

Although the wind and snow are heavy, the blue lines of magic are extremely eye-catching, greedy and thirsty, drawing on the magic of Hogwarts.

Protected by hoarfrost, it will only breed more terrifying things inside.

Dumbledore waved his wand.

At critical moments, he never relented.

Blue flames erupted and swept towards the hoarfrost, but with little effect, and as a mysterious force capable of engulfing an entire world and bringing about the apocalypse, they were still able to devour the power of the fire.

Devouring and multiplying.

The hoarfrost became more turbulent.

Dumbledore immediately changed his mind and waved his wand.

Vanishing Spell.

The frost and snow in front of him immediately disappeared partially.

No matter how difficult the hoarfrost is, it is also a concrete substance after all, but it is difficult to parse and difficult to recognize, under the unreasonable mental effect of "I don't think you have it, then you will disappear completely", as the hoarfrost that only has instinct but no specific thinking ability, it still has to obey the effect of magic.

Some of them disappeared.

But the hoarfrost is an apocalyptic scourge, and even if the vanishing spell clears them, it seems to inspire a peculiar quality within the hoarfrost, and it proliferates like crazy.

But.

Dumbledore could see what was wrapped in hoarfrost.

Like a scarecrow, Voldemort stood up straight with his arms outstretched, his head drooping.

The magic of Hogwarts, linked to him.

"Retreat three feet!"

He immediately pointed his wand at it, and the spell struck, Voldemort did not dodge or dodge, he ate the spell, and his whole body flew out upside down, falling to the surface of the lake that had formed a thick layer of ice, and the magic link between his body and the castle was extremely long, and the lotus root was broken.

Dumbledore waved his wand again.

The magic is completely cut off.

He looked up with a cautious gaze.

I don't see what this is a ritual about.

But it seems.

The ritual has been interrupted?

Voldemort, who had been flying half upside down, also stopped abruptly and hovered in the air.

The arms naturally drooped and the head was raised.

White magic surged, condensing a simple white wizard's robe on him.

"Dumbledore." He opened his eyes and spoke, a new voice that not only restored his appearance to when he was young, but also restored his voice to the crisp state of his youth, "You came so fast." ”

Voldemort stretched lazily.

"It feels good to have another body."

"And young."

The ceremony was not interrupted.

In fact, by the time the physical body is reconstructed, the ritual is over.

After that, Voldemort did not terminate the ritual.

It's about accumulating magic.

It's rare to find a source of magic like Hogwarts that is free to claim for oneself, pure, and without side effects.

Dumbledore looked at him and said in a calm tone, "This is Hogwarts, and I'm the Headmaster. ”

"Birth, old age, sickness and death, this is everyone's fate."

Voldemort tilted his head to look at him and teased with a smile, "Dumbledore, we are wizards. ”

"Not the mudbloods."

"How can their fate compare to ours?"

"Tom, ordinary people and wizards are the same, they are all human." Dumbledore spoke, softly.

But before he could finish his words, he was interrupted, and Voldemort grimaced: "Dumbledore, call me Voldemort, not that lowly name." ”

"Tom, don't run away from your past." Dumbledore shook his head, "Voldemort? ”

He raised his wand.

In the wand, golden words shoot out to form the word "Voldemort", but after a change, it becomes a different name "Tom Riddle".

Voldemort didn't speak, but raised his hand and tapped his index finger lightly.

The hoarfrost surged, and the waves rushed like a wave.

Fawkes roared, and the flames swirled, moving Dumbledore with him, snapping, disappearing from the waves, and appearing on the ice beneath Voldemort in the next second.

Dumbledore casts a spell.

The ice swelled, turning into huge hands and grabbing at him.

Voldemort doesn't flick much.

Let the shapeshifting creatures fall on you.

Huge hands grabbed it, and with that was it, it became lifeless, no longer manipulated by Dumbledore, and from the tips of the ice fingers, a thick layer of hoarfrost crystals spread.

"Dumbledore." Voldemort laughed, "I'm not the same as I used to be. ”

"You're still you."

"The weak, aging wizard."

"And I-"

He smiled to himself, stretched out his hand, and with a light touch on the shapeshifting creation, click, click, it shattered into a huge block of ice and smashed down.

In the splashes of snow and dust.

Voldemort's pale face and robes almost blended in with the environment, and his voice came from all directions: "It's different, I've evolved to be more advanced. ”

"Harry, that guy should have told you about hoarfrost?"

"This is a natural disaster that can bring the end of the world."

"Now, the hoarfrost is me, and I am the hoarfrost."

He waved his hand wildly.

Majestic magic surges, and huge waves of hoarfrost are overwhelming.

"Tom." Dumbledore stood beneath the snow and raised his wand alof, "It's not evolution, you've just finally dropped the last bit of what you were born to be. ”

Voldemort laughed arrogantly, "The human body is too weak and too limited. ”

"Dumbledore, I'm no longer human."

"Now I'm a natural disaster."

"Creatures more advanced than humans."

"I'm more of a god than the wizards of the ancients."

Hogwarts Castle.

The huge movement in the black lake attracted the attention of all the professors, and they immediately realized one thing.

Hogwarts is attacked.

The enemy is unusually strong.

Professor McGonagall hurriedly arranged for the students to study on their own, waved her wand, summoned the Patronus, and informed the other professors to rush out of the castle herself.

Most of the professors with practical skills are so spontaneous and spontaneous.

(End of chapter)