Chapter 1438: Beaten to Death
Chapter 1438: Beaten to Death
“Your gaze is truly terrifying!” Albert brandished the old wand he had disguised, almost in sync with Voldemort, and a green and gold jet of light surged from their wands, colliding in mid-air as their magical powers clashed. For a moment, neither seemed to gain the upper hand.
To be precise, Albert had the upper hand from the start, but he didn't intend to reveal his magical prowess, which far surpassed Voldemort's. He had to restrain his power to avoid crushing Voldemort instantly, leading to the current stalemate.
As for the outcome?
Albert was not fighting alone.
As expected, the moment the stalemate occurred, the members of the Defense Association took the initiative to join the fray, besieging Voldemort.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Someone, it was unclear who, directly cast the Killing Curse at Voldemort, who was locked in a standoff with Albert.
After the green light completely engulfed Voldemort, the confrontation was abruptly interrupted. Albert's spell pierced through the green light and exploded just behind Voldemort.
Voldemort did not lose his life due to this attack, but only because he never forgot that he was outnumbered. Otherwise, a sneak attack like that would have easily taken his life.
Although he had narrowly escaped death, Voldemort's current situation was far from ideal.
As soon as the crowd saw Voldemort scrambling to get up, countless spells flew toward him, instantly engulfing him.
This was the advantage of a siege.
Perhaps Voldemort could have killed all the members of the Defense Association, but now that he had encountered Albert's group, he could only flee in disarray.
The current scene, however, gave Albert pause. He hesitated, unsure if he should take the opportunity to kill Voldemort.
But if he did so, his original plan would be completely ruined.
After all, the most important thing was to eliminate the threat of Voldemort once and for all. Otherwise, a dark wizard who could repeatedly return from the dead would be a nuisance even to Albert.
He himself was not afraid, but Albert would never allow his family to be endangered. Given Voldemort's despicable nature, he would certainly target Albert's loved ones, so he had to put a permanent end to that menace and nip the danger in the bud.
What Albert hadn't expected was that Voldemort was even more worthless than he had imagined, or that the members of the Defense Association were even more ruthless. They didn't give Albert any time to react and directly beat Voldemort to death.
Yes, Voldemort was beaten to death by the members of the Defense Association.
His body, ravaged by countless spells, was already in tatters and incapable of resistance. Seeing this, the members of the Defense Association rushed forward and mercilessly beat him to death.
Compared to ending Voldemort's life with a spell, they apparently preferred to use their fists to let him feel pain and vent their anger.
"This..."
Staring at the gruesome corpse, Albert was taken aback. He never expected things to turn out this way.
Voldemort was truly beaten to death.
Wait, something's not right! This guy had a Horcrux... and his soul didn't escape?
As soon as Albert realized something was amiss, he became extremely vigilant.
Was this guy pretending to be dead, or...
A terrifying thought suddenly popped into his mind.
Could this guy be a fake?! Everything was just too bizarre, and the Voldemort he knew was certainly not such a worthless opponent.
So, was this guy actually bait?
And did I just take the bait?
Once this thought surfaced in Albert's mind, it refused to leave. He immediately shouted to the others, "Be on guard! That guy's an imposter!"
He himself often used complex potions, so it was natural for Voldemort to have a decoy to impersonate him, and perhaps... Albert glanced at the Death Eaters lying on the ground.
He really couldn't imagine Voldemort doing something like that, but that didn't mean Voldemort wouldn't.
Even a desperate dog would climb a wall to escape, let alone a human.
After being repeatedly outsmarted, had this group finally wised up?
"Ah, the times are changing," Albert muttered.
"An imposter?"
"A fake?"
The crowd, who had been cheering their victory over the mysterious man and the Death Eaters, froze in place, their faces filled with confusion as they turned to Albert.
If anyone else had said this, someone would probably want to punch them right now for being a buzzkill.
After all, no one liked having their parade rained on.
But the speaker was Albert, and his words always carried weight. At the very least, no one would be eager to jump out and refute or question him.
Countless experiences had taught the members of the Defense Association that Albert wouldn't joke around at a time like this. Believe him. Believe Albert's words.
In an instant, the members of the association cast aside their joy at defeating the mysterious man and became vigilant, warily scanning their surroundings for an enemy ambush.
At that moment, above their heads, a dense array of spells was rushing toward them with overwhelming force.
The formidable momentum startled everyone, but fortunately, Albert was there, and the members of the Defense Association remained unusually calm.
Because they knew there would be a solution.
"Gather around me," Albert shouted.
As Albert raised his wand, an invisible magical barrier began to rise from all directions, enclosing everyone just before the enemy spells could land.
The onslaught of dark magic struck the barrier, causing a deafening explosion. Countless sparks engulfed the area, and the Death Eaters, whose lives had been uncertain moments ago, now suffered collateral damage.
"That was close."
Witnessing the explosion consuming the area, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"The second wave is coming," Albert warned.
As the crowd turned their attention to the explosion overhead and the emerging cracks in the barrier, they felt a sense of foreboding. Fortunately, Fred and the others reacted quickly, using the magic Albert had taught them to erect another barrier inside the first one. When the outer barrier was torn apart, it completely enveloped everyone, successfully intercepting the dark magic outside.
This time, the magical barrier created by the collective efforts of the association members was obviously more robust than the temporary one Albert had conjured earlier, and it showed no signs of breaking under the bombardment of spells.
Although the Death Eaters had managed to pull off a trick, Albert, for some reason, felt relieved.
As long as no one on their side died and they could evacuate reasonably, they would have won. Moreover, it seemed that they would be able to teach these foes a good lesson.
Voldemort would never allow the members of the Defense Association to slip away from under his nose. After several waves of bombardment, he realized how troublesome the layered barriers were. He raised his wand and unleashed a terrifying curse directly at the defensive magic.
A loud bang rang out, and countless stars burst forth, causing the already shaky barrier to shatter completely.
"It's time to retreat! Implement the third emergency plan!" Albert remained as calm as ever, and being prepared made all the difference.
(End of Chapter)
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