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Chapter 167 Voldemort

Before that bright green light had time to completely illuminate the faces of all the Death Eaters who finally showed fearful expressions, another equally bright green light flew out like a sharp sword.

Voldemort also holds the Elder Wand.

He laughed wildly and kept making a hissing sound like a poisonous snake.

"Is this still you, Dumbledore, that hypocrite whose mouth is full of love?!"

Two death spells in a row, one more powerful than the other, so that it finally offset the magic that Dumbledore was about to release.

Voldemort strode forward, he and Dumbledore circling each other in the halls of the Ministry of Magic, concentrating on each other's wands.

The Unforgivable Curse cannot be used by people with no evil in their hearts. For example, after the death of Sirius Black, Harry Potter once tried to use the three forbidden curses on the female Death Eater Bellatrix Lestrange. Cruciatus is one of the curses.

But being ridiculed by the latter has no power at all.

The image that Dumbledore once showed in the wizarding world was bright, righteous, and great. Many people thought that he could not use forbidden spells at all.

Of course, Voldemort couldn't possibly think so.

He dug out a lot of the filth of Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

Now that Voldemort said this, he was just mocking Dumbledore.

"You haven't learned the essence, Tom, your hands are shaking."

Dumbledore's face remained unchanged.

His strength is quite terrifying now.

Not to mention Voldemort, I am afraid that even a large group of dragons can be easily torn to pieces.

After all, the biological level in this world is no higher than silver and gold, and no higher than ten levels.

But he chose not to attack and kill Voldemort directly.

The latter has not yet realized how powerful Dumbledore is now.

Voldemort shifted his wand hand carefully and inconspicuously as he moved.

The other hand is behind the back.

As Dumbledore said, the hand was shaking.

Although Dumbledore's death curse was removed with two curses, Voldemort was not easy.

The magic that Dumbledore releases now can be regarded as a group spell in this world, that is, a large group of wizards release the same spell at the same time.

Such strength is almost unmatched by anyone.

Voldemort's voice was hoarse, low, and unsettling, accompanied by a piercing demon roar that no one else could hear, and a brass-colored light suddenly shot out of his pupils.

He whispered:

"No wonder I didn't see your body in that white tomb, Dumbledore. It seems that Snape lied to me? Or, let me guess... Malfoy?"

"Lord...Master..."

"My son and I are your most faithful efforts, you..."

"Stay back, Malfoy."

Voldemort didn't even look at the poor wretch who was crawling on the ground on his belly.

He was still mighty, he said,

"Draco's crimes are judged by someone else!"

"To be honest, I was taken aback when I saw little Draco was going to attack me... But fortunately, Professor Snape lived up to my trust."

Dumbledore smiled.

By this time, he no longer cared about the plans and foreshadowing left by him in the past.

Only when one truly possesses such power and looks back will one realize that Voldemort, who made the entire wizarding world tremble, was just... that.

"Although you still look so old, in fact, your body has come alive, and it is so powerful that it is almost unmatched..."

Voldemort was very curious. When he heard that the guy suspected of Dumbledore appeared in Diagon Alley, he immediately felt the Ministry of Magic.

But I didn't expect that what appeared in front of me was so powerful.

The Elder Wand in his hand was almost exactly the same as the one in Dumbledore's, he said,
"What exactly have you been through, Dumbledore..."

Voldemort's voice and demeanor when he spoke all revealed terrifying jealousy and hatred.

Seeing that Dumbledore seemed to have got everything he expected, Voldemort couldn't help being hysterical.

"Do you want to know what he went through?"

He Gang suddenly appeared in the field, he showed a harmless smile,

"What Dumbledore can have, you can too, how about it, tempted?"

Looking directly at Voldemort's reptile-like vertical pupils, He Gang could faintly feel the huge dark power hidden in this dark wizard's body only after being so close.

That power is even closer to the essence of the world than Dumbledore's magic.

You must know that high-ranking aliens like the system have even been stripped of 85% of their authority in this world.

"Wizard from the East?"

Voldemort froze for a moment.

He frowned, and the tip of his wand glowed green again.

Whatever wizard he is.

Kill it and there will be no threat!
"Crack-"

Before the spell was even finished silently, a vigorous hand had already grasped his wand.

The wand of elderberry, with its uneven surface, made a crackling sound as it was overwhelmed.

"He's no wizard, Tom."

Dumbledore's voice came from behind He Gang. They looked around at the hundreds of kneeling Death Eaters with strange eyes. These villains who followed Voldemort had no intention of helping their master at all.

Dumbledore said,
"He is... the benefactor who can give you longevity and strength."

Longevity and...

power.

Hearing these two words, Voldemort's pupils contracted suddenly, and then relaxed.

He glanced at Dumbledore out of the corner of his eye.

The old man's body is actually rejuvenated, and the strength he possesses is also so powerful.

Those Death Eaters didn't see it just now.

But Voldemort knew it himself.

How much energy had he expended to counteract the seemingly random spell that Dumbledore had cast.

The silky black robe fluttered in the wind from nowhere.

"You can make me live forever?"

"Maybe, maybe I can."

He Gang did not deny it.

To be honest, granting Voldemort eternal life now...is a bit unrealistic, mainly because he didn't find such a way.

But he can use props to heal all wounds of his body, soul, etc.

"What about power?"

"I can say that,"

He Gang suddenly reached out and patted Voldemort's shoulder. The latter showed disgust and then disappeared in a flash.

He Gang didn't seem to see it, so he continued,
"If it wasn't for a strange thing XZ in a dark corner of this world, I could easily use my strength to directly crush the wizarding governments and Muggle nations all over the world, and then establish a unified regime."

He's not bragging.

Although the current dual attribute is only similar to that of Hancock at the beginning, He Gang is more cautious than any creature of this level.

The only thing that can threaten him in human creation is the nuclear bomb.

But nukes...

There was too much preparation time left for him.

"Perhaps one day, you will also be able to obtain my power."

He Gang promised.

He suddenly looked around again.

In the resplendent hall, the words "magic is power" on the black stone carvings carved on huge stones are particularly eye-catching.

There was no sadness or joy on Voldemort's face, and no emotion could be seen at all.

But at this moment, he suddenly nodded slightly.

Those Death Eaters seemed to be kneeling at He Gang and Dumbledore's feet.

Now, it's time for them to face the mighty.

(End of this chapter)