Chapter 1437: One-on-One and Mob Fight
Chapter 1437: One-on-One and Mob Fight
The poor performance of his Death Eaters truly angered Lord Voldemort, but the infamous Dark Lord did not let his anger cloud his judgment. He refrained from indiscriminately swinging his wand and slaughtering his followers in a fit of rage.
However, even Voldemort had to admit that the Death Eaters under his command were a bunch of useless fools. While they deserved punishment, their deaths should not come by his hand.
In the past, Voldemort wouldn't have cared less, but things were different now.
If he went on a killing spree, he would soon find himself alone. That mudblood, hiding and watching the spectacle, would likely mock him.
Yes, Voldemort was certain that Albert Anderson was still lurking in this abandoned village. He suspected that this whole situation was a meticulously laid trap by that mudblood! Voldemort took a deep breath and suddenly waved his wand, conjuring a terrifying wave of dark magic fire that rapidly spread around the abandoned village, as if he intended to burn this place of humiliation to ashes.
At the very moment the fierce fire was ignited, the Death Eaters who had turned to flee stopped in their tracks.
Their escape route was mercilessly cut off by the encroaching flames, leaving the wandless Death Eaters incapable of defending themselves. They had no choice but to regroup around Voldemort, seeking his protection from the ferocious magical fire.
At this moment, Yaxley's emotions were particularly complex. As a senior Death Eater, he was well aware of the consequences of turning tail and running.
No one would tolerate betrayal, especially not the notorious Dark Lord. Moreover, they hadn't truly lost; their midnight ambush plan had simply failed.
Yes, it was a failure! As the person in charge of the entire plan, Yaxley felt bitter, but he kept it to himself.
Just as Yaxley was pondering how to reasonably shift the blame to avoid punishment, the raging black flames in the village seemed to be controlled by some force. The fire began to swirl above their heads, forming a fearsome vortex that descended upon Voldemort and the Death Eaters.
A figure appeared out of thin air, calmly observing Voldemort as he struck down the fiery vortex with his wand. With a smile, he greeted his old acquaintance, "Good evening, Tom. What brings you here?"
"How dare you..."
Upon hearing Albert daring to address him by that accursed name, Voldemort immediately raised his wand and unleashed a deadly curse at Albert. However, his spell was thwarted as a Death Eater leaped forward, tackling Voldemort and causing him to miss his target. The Death Eater even attempted to snatch the wand from Voldemort's hand.
Both the Death Eaters and the members of the Defense Association were stunned by this unexpected turn of events.
They couldn't comprehend what had gotten into this particular Death Eater, but they certainly weren't going to let this opportunity slip by.
A barrage of colorful spells materialized out of thin air, engulfing the area where Voldemort and the Death Eaters were located.
The Death Eaters were terrified by this display, as they were unarmed and unable to Disapparate to escape. Helpless, they could only await their fate. A few Death Eaters who still had their wands attempted to resist, but they were no match for the onslaught. In an instant, most of the Death Eaters were knocked to the ground.
The only one who remained unscathed was Voldemort himself. The Dark Lord's robes coiled like a serpent around the neck of the Death Eater who had dared to tackle him, using him as a human shield.
The unfortunate man twitched a couple of times before becoming still, having been struck by countless spells.
"Despicable cowards."
Voldemort's eyes narrowed as he glared at Albert, his voice dripping with contempt. The members of the Defense Association, their footsteps rapid, closed in on Albert, raising their wands and pointing them at Voldemort and the Death Eaters. They were poised to launch an offensive at any moment.
"It's more like a fifty-fifty situation, don't you think? After all, you are far more despicable than I am. To defeat you, I must stoop to your level."
Albert shrugged, unconcerned by the accusation of underhanded tactics. He chatted casually with Voldemort while also extinguishing the devilish flames surrounding the village.
While the devilish flames posed no threat to Albert's life, they were a significant danger to the Association members.
With a wave of Albert's wand, countless spells flew towards Voldemort and the Death Eaters.
At this moment, all the Association members were exhilarated, as they believed they were about to wipe out Voldemort and his followers. Just then, Voldemort spat out a fiery serpent that devoured the incoming spells.
The serpent's head exploded, releasing a blinding flash of light.
"Don't stop now!"
Someone from the group shouted.
They were determined to teach Voldemort a lesson in the most ruthless way possible.
More spells shot forth from their wands, enveloping Voldemort and the Death Eaters in a torrent of magic. The overwhelming assault caused many Death Eaters to close their eyes in fear.
But soon, the Death Eaters realized they were still alive.
The surprise attack had not claimed their lives.
Voldemort had summoned a massive fiery serpent composed of flames, which coiled around them, shielding them from the majority of the spells. The fiery serpent had inadvertently protected the other Death Eaters as well.
Witnessing the fiery serpent being blown apart by the spells, Albert couldn't help but feel that the situation was utterly absurd. This wasn't how the script was supposed to go; it was completely different from what he had anticipated.
Oh well, if things were different, then so be it! Albert didn't bother to dwell on it and simply raised his wand, shattering the fiery serpent that was protecting Voldemort.
"Much better. I never thought I'd see the day when Voldemort would protect his Death Eaters."
As the Death Eaters were overwhelmed by the third wave of spells, the members of the Defense Association were ecstatic, believing that they finally had the power to kill Voldemort once and for all. Their enthusiasm knew no bounds.
If they could defeat Voldemort, they would finally be able to return to their normal lives.
However, their fantasies were abruptly shattered by a burst of emerald green magic that pierced through the swirling smoke. Voldemort was still alive, and not just barely—he even had the energy to use the Killing Curse.
Unfortunately, the ambush had not gone as Voldemort had hoped.
The Killing Curse was blocked by a massive iron shield, and the resulting explosion sent iron shards flying in all directions. The debris was frozen in midair before being repelled back towards the Death Eaters, causing them to topple over.
"It seems that you've lost, Tom," Albert said, glancing at the fallen Death Eaters, then at the retreating Dementors before turning his gaze back to Voldemort. With a smile, he asked, "Are you planning to take on all of us alone?"
Voldemort remained silent, his eyes fixed on Albert, his murderous intent palpable.
(End of Chapter)
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