Chapter 1440: Victory
Chapter 1440: Victory
Facing the Avada Kedavra curse rushing towards him, Albert remained calm and collected, his face devoid of any panic. He brandished his elder wand, shooting a golden spell from its tip to fearlessly meet the deadly green light that was bearing down on him.
The previous standoff played out once more.
The golden and green spells collided, engaging in another contest of magical power.
However, after the members of the Defense Association left, Albert found himself in a predicament, isolated and without support.
How the turn of events had turned the tables.
The imposter Voldemort had been besieged by Albert and his companions, but now Albert found himself in the unenviable position of being on the receiving end of a similar ambush.
With the absence of the Defense Association members to restrain them, the Dementors, having shaken off the Patronuses, surged towards the battlefield, intending to aid Voldemort in killing Albert.
The addition of the Dementors tilted the scales of victory, and it seemed that Albert would succumb to the onslaught of his attackers.
Unfortunately for the Death Eaters, things did not go as they had hoped.
Albert, ever prepared, would not allow himself to be cornered and placed in a life-or-death situation.
From the start, he had no intention of prolonging the stalemate with Voldemort. The golden spell surged, surprising Voldemort, chasing after the green light and forcing him to react. This resulted in an unfortunate individual, whose fate was unknown, being grabbed by Voldemort and used as a scapegoat. Ultimately, this interruption caused Albert's spell to explode, reducing the hapless Death Eater to a pile of minced meat.
"It's quite surprising. It seems that losing your original yew wand has made you exceedingly weak."
After temporarily repelling Voldemort, Albert immediately summoned his Patronus and channeled his magical power, causing it to exude its maximum potential. The pale light sent the Dementors, who were attempting to coordinate with Voldemort, flying away.
"Killing you is enough. Die!"
Another piece of Dark Magic flew towards Albert. This time, it was not Avada Kedavra, but it still gave Albert a sense of danger.
Despite the lethality of the curse, Albert had no intention of dodging to the side. He brandished his wand, casting a spell that deflected the deadly piece of Dark Magic used by Voldemort.
Indeed, many pieces of Dark Magic could not be blocked by protective spells, but that did not mean there were no other ways to counter them.
Whether it was using objects to obstruct or spells to divert them, these were viable options. However, such advanced techniques were not achievable by ordinary witches and wizards; only a select few extraordinary ones dared to attempt them, and the two individuals facing off were undoubtedly at the pinnacle of magical prowess.
"You really don't care about the lives of your followers, do you!"
Albert glanced at the unfortunate Death Eater who had been blasted into the sky by Voldemort's deflected spell, taking the opportunity to expose Voldemort's true colors to the others.
Unfortunately, there weren't many Death Eaters nearby who were still capable of standing.
No, it would be more accurate to say that the Death Eaters lacked the courage to draw near.
The ones lying on the ground were in the best position to comment. They had just approached when they were caught in the crossfire between Voldemort and Albert, suffering collateral damage and knocked to the ground, unable to get back up.
Even the Dementors hesitated to approach the battlefield, lingering only on the outskirts, waiting for an opportunity.
There was no choice; the battle was too fierce.
Both sides were well aware of each other's strength and did not resort to fancy tricks, instead opting for a direct contest of spell power.
Spell after spell flew from the tips of their wands, colliding in mid-air, and no one knew where they went after that.
"Boom!"
A shockwave rippled outward, causing Voldemort to stumble backward a few steps before regaining his balance. His expression was unpleasant, as he had clearly lost out in the contest of magical strength.
That feeling of being crushed was truly awful, causing him to doubt the quality of the wand in his hand.
But...this was the Elder Wand, taken from Dumbledore; it couldn't be...no, the Elder Wand simply didn't want to display its extraordinariness for its new master, which was why he had been suppressed by that Mudblood in their confrontation.
Albert had no interest in knowing what was going through Voldemort's mind.
He was well aware that it was time for him to retreat. Continuing to entangle himself with Voldemort would likely lead to nothing good.
So, he decided to take the initiative and not give Voldemort any time to react.
After once again repelling the surrounding Dementors that were trying to rush towards him, Albert waved his wand like a turning windmill. The snow beneath their feet seemed to act like the pages of a book, suddenly closing with a 'pa' sound, binding Voldemort within.
The next moment, the snow exploded, sending snowflakes fluttering in all directions. Through the fluttering snow, Voldemort caught a glimpse of a phoenix diving down.
That was...Dumbledore's phoenix, and it was trying to catch that Mudblood.
"Don't even think about running."
Voldemort's wand tore through the curtain of snow, a red light ready to be unleashed, intending to strike the descending phoenix.
But Albert would not let Voldemort have his way. A massive snowball appeared out of thin air above Voldemort's head and suddenly fell, interrupting the spell that was about to be cast.
"Don't worry, Voldemort can't do anything to me."
Albert waved his wand, temporarily suppressing Voldemort beneath the snowball, and allowed Fawkes to dive and grasp his shoulder. In Voldemort's angry roar, they disappeared into the spinning vortex of flames conjured by Fawkes.
Albert vanished into thin air.
In truth, Fawkes' appearance could only be considered a coincidence. Even without Fawkes, Albert would have been able to retreat calmly, but someone saw it differently.
Voldemort had never imagined that despite all their preparations, they would still end up failing. This was an unacceptable outcome for both Voldemort and the Death Eaters.
"Damn Mudblood!"
Voldemort's furious roar went unheard by Albert, who had already left the headquarters of the Defense Association with Fawkes' help.
Watching the silhouette that glided across the sky above him, Albert murmured, "Are you leaving?"
On the day Dumbledore died, Albert had specifically kept the young Fawkes by his side, hoping to trigger a related task and keep Fawkes with him.
Unfortunately, his hopes were dashed.
After Fawkes grew up again, the day of their separation finally arrived, and it eventually flew away with a pleasant call.
Ah! I want a phoenix, too.
Albert turned and disappeared into the darkness. When he reappeared, he was already standing outside the new headquarters.
Many of the association members had not yet rested and were anxiously awaiting the final outcome in the lobby. Everyone was concerned about Albert, who had stayed behind to cover their retreat.
When the sound of the opening door rang out, everyone jumped up from their seats and rushed outside. Seeing Albert safe and sound, they breathed a sigh of relief.
The next moment, they lifted Albert and threw him into the air in celebration.
To commemorate this great victory, they held a banquet that very night.
Yes! They had not only foiled Voldemort's plot but had also survived, and there was nothing more worthy of celebration than that.
(End of Chapter)
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