This Hogwarts is not normal

Chapter 1094: The Dark Lord? The King of Survival!

A beam of light descended from the dark night sky, connecting the earth, and Voldemort's figure was instantly submerged.

However, amid cheers from around the world, the column of light formed by countless lightning bolts began to show dense cracks.

Accompanied by a series of "click" sounds, the illuminated night sky returned to darkness.

Dumbledore, sitting on the shoulder of the clay giant, swung the Elder Wand vigorously. Under the control of the weather spell, a more spectacular beam of light connected the earth again.

The flying lightning alone created hideous cracks on the ground. Voldemort actually chose to resist this powerful magic that was beyond the imagination of all wizards. He must have been turned into powder now.

"Hahahahahaha——" After the extremely crazy laughter, the light column that covered almost half of the cemetery dimmed at a speed noticeable to the naked eye.

When everything returned to darkness, the scarred Voldemort still stood.

His left arm had become the same charred state as the ground beneath his feet, covered with dense cracks, as if it would shatter into dust with the slightest touch.

"Powerful magic—" He raised his head and glanced contemptuously at the dark clouds that were beginning to dissipate above his head. His right hand, holding the yew wand, passed across his charred left arm. "You should have used all your strength from the beginning, Dumbledore."

His entire left arm instantly turned into black dust floating in the sky, "Wormtail, come here!"

As soon as a rat head popped out from the edge of the cemetery, the yew wand was already pointing over there.

Peter Pettigrew's body turned back into human form, as if he was being strangled by an invisible giant hand and dragged towards him.

Dumbledore waved the Elder Wand and cut off the invisible hand in mid-air. "Tom, you have fallen to this level."

Conventional magic cannot regenerate severed limbs, so Voldemort targeted Peter Pettigrew's only remaining intact arm.

“Fallen?” Voldemort’s scarred body exuded an ominous black mist. “You don’t understand, Dumbledore. This is the power of immortality.”

His body was wrapped in black mist and flew towards Peter Pettigrew like a snake.

The chains that Dumbledore had conjured up using Transfiguration could not trap him, and his body, wrapped in black mist, seemed to have no substance.

"Ah--" The black fog engulfed Peter Pettigrew, leaving only miserable and painful cries.

Dumbledore's expression on the shoulder of the clay giant was more solemn than ever before.

Voldemort's body has undergone countless magical transformations and has long acquired unimaginable magic resistance.

The weather spell that was enough to go down in the history of magic only destroyed one arm. Using conventional magic alone would probably not be able to completely destroy the new body that carried his terrifying power.

Dumbledore noticed that the black fog was beginning to shrink, and he performed a large-scale Transfiguration spell to create more clay giants.

They walked towards the black fog and eventually surrounded the source of the ominous aura.

Voldemort had no time to adapt to his new arm before his entire body was firmly grasped by dozens of arms of the clay giants.

Dumbledore looked at the unconscious Peter Pettigrew from afar.

He only had one arm left without a hand, so he would never be able to hold a wand again in his life.

Dumbledore controlled the clay giant under his feet and walked in front of Voldemort. "Tom, how much humanity do you have left?"

If he treats his most loyal servants so cruelly, how much more so towards those unrelated outsiders?

Voldemort raised his snake-like nostrils proudly, "Your greatest weakness is your reluctance to abandon meaningless feelings."

His narrow eyes focused on the red on Dumbledore's white robes. "Do you think I haven't noticed? Dumbledore, every time you use magic, it will bring unbearable pain to ordinary people. How long do you think you can hold on?"

Dumbledore's eyes did not waver at all. "Tom, we all know that there are many ways to destroy a person, but you are wrong, absolutely wrong. The thing that supports me from falling is the truly powerful force. You will never be able to understand it, and you will never be able to obtain it."

The clay giants disintegrated into huge pieces of stone, which smashed heavily into Voldemort's bound body.

The huge stone broke into small pieces in the collision, and these small pieces followed suit until the clay giant under Dumbledore's feet disintegrated together, and finally smashed into a tightly connected giant sphere that was five stories high.

Dark red blood continued to seep out from the cracks with a "sizzling" sound, corroding everything that trapped Voldemort's new body.

Dumbledore's old wand tapped the giant sphere, and the stones that made it up were constantly squeezed, becoming smaller and smaller.

The existence of the Horcruxes made it impossible to completely kill Voldemort, but at least it could destroy his new body and prevent the British wizarding world from being devastated by him again.

But when the giant sphere shrank to half its size, a large amount of corrosive dark red blood began to spurt out from the cracks on its surface.

Then the sphere seemed to be vaporized and corroded at an extremely fast speed.

Dumbledore frowned and waved the Elder Wand, causing the ground beneath his feet to transform into a large number of huge rocks.

But before the boulder fell, a black mist emerged from inside the sphere and rose into the sky.

Voldemort's severely deformed and twisted body was covered in dark red blood, and his black robe had been corroded to the point where it could only barely cover his vital parts.

"How cruel, Dumbledore!" His snake-like head fell to his chest as if it had no bones, connected to his body only by the skin of his neck. "It took me 14 years to recover my body, and you destroyed it like this. You should leave me something!"

He suddenly opened his mouth wide and the tongue that came out was like a sharp knife.

Dumbledore raised his hand to catch the incoming tongue, then cut it off neatly with a wave of the Elder Wand.

After the thrilling scene, Voldemort's body was once again wrapped in black mist, and in the blink of an eye he fled quickly into the distance.

Just as Dumbledore was about to chase after it, the tongue that he was holding with his left hand suddenly burst out with a strong aura of dark magic, and with a "boom" it exploded into countless blue flames.

The splashing flames were frozen at the moment they were about to hit the ground, and then gathered into a small translucent ball along the way.

Dumbledore crushed it with his burned left hand and stared quietly in the direction where Voldemort left.

He escaped hundreds of miles in just a few seconds. In terms of escaping death, no one could beat him.

The red flames appeared and disappeared, and Dumbledore was no longer there.

The wizards watching the live broadcast were as anxious as ants on a hot pan.

If Voldemort succeeds in escaping, the entire wizarding world will suffer.

After nearly half an hour of agonizing and long waiting, Dumbledore appeared again from a sea of ​​red flames.

With a serious face, he controlled the unconscious Peter Pettigrew and Old Barty, then raised the Elder Wand to remove the huge crystal shield protecting Harry and Draco.

Judging from the current situation, this top battle between white magic and dark magic seems to end with Voldemort's escape.

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