"Albert Anderson?"
Voldemort did not ride a broomstick, but flew on the wind like smoke.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze piercing through the darkness in front of him, staring at the disgusting Mudblood. His lipless mouth trembled slightly, and his voice rang in Albert's ears through the sound of the surging waves.
"Good evening, Tom."
Albert held the broom in one hand and turned around to greet Voldemort, as if he was an old friend.
"It's really unpleasant to meet you, but I have to admit that you have a high level of attainment in magic. Have you ever considered finding someone to inherit the knowledge in your head?"
If possible, Albert would like to inherit Voldemort's estate after his death.
There is no other way, I have to pick up the ready-made ones, they are so fragrant.
Whether it was from the Wildsmith family, the Flamel couple, or the recently deceased Dumbledore, Albert inherited an enviable legacy, which was one of the keys to his rapid growth and rise in a short period of time.
As for the famous second-generation Dark Lord in front of him, Albert did not expect that he would really leave his inheritance to him.
Although Albert had inherited part of it in advance, he still wanted the knowledge of non-dark magic that Voldemort studied.
Let's be honest, there's no better way to get rich quicker than robbing a boss.
Well, he is not a bandit. Everything he does is to preserve the precious knowledge.
This was undoubtedly a very difficult task, but Albert still hadn't given up because he had the panel and had also obtained valuable spell-casting skills from Voldemort.
"How dare you!"
Hearing Albert calling out the name that he had abandoned, Voldemort's snake face became even more hideous. His scarlet eyes flashed a creepy light in the darkness. His pale finger raised the wand - Avada Kedavra!
Facing the killing curse shot from behind, Albert dodged it calmly, as easily as dodging a flying Bludger on the field.
It is not easy to hit a flying target with a spell, especially with black magic like Avada Kedavra, which has a long casting period and is not suitable for silent spells.
"Use the Killing Curse to greet each other when you meet!"
Albert lowered his wand and probed it into the sea. A whirlpool immediately appeared on the rough sea surface and gradually expanded into a waterspout in the blink of an eye, which swept in Voldemort who was attacking from behind.
"Do you think you can hold me back like this?"
With a loud bang, the water tornado was blown in half, and Voldemort flew out of it. He immediately saw through Albert's purpose of delaying time.
However, before Voldemort could make the next move, he suddenly felt threatened and looked up at the dark night sky above.
The water droplets in the sky turned into a rain of pear blossom needles, spinning like drills and attacking Voldemort. If it were an ordinary wizard, he would probably be pierced to death by the sudden attack.
Voldemort sneered, and a red beam shot out from the tip of his wand, piercing directly through the storm of flying needles coming towards him.
However, he did not completely stop the incoming rain of needles. The flying needles seemed to come alive and continued to attack Voldemort in an overwhelming manner.
“What a hassle!”
Voldemort was extremely angry that he had been held back by a mere trick of a mudblood. A stream of hot black flames rose from the tip of his wand and quickly turned into a sea of black fire that completely ignited the rain of needles coming from the front.
After the devil's flame annihilated the flying needles that Albert used to drag Voldemort, it directly transformed into a firebird with spread wings, and under Voldemort's control, it flew forward and easily resolved the incoming crisis in the blink of an eye.
"Devil's flame!"
Seeing the devil's flames that ignited even the sea water, Albert turned back and shot out a flame. The black flames fell on the turbulent sea surface, instantly igniting the surrounding sea water, and formed a winged eagle beast, which, under Albert's control, collided head-on with the flying firebird.
The two balls of devil's flame collided with each other, but did not merge. Instead, the collision caused a large wall of fire composed of devil's flames, which also showed signs of rolling back towards Voldemort, almost engulfing the Dark Lord who was flying towards him.
“Damn it!”
A big hole suddenly exploded in the black wall of fire, and Voldemort flew out of the devil's flame. His face became even gloomier, and the devil's flame on his robe gradually went out.
After a brief fight, even though Voldemort was unwilling to admit it, he realized how difficult the guy in front of him was. He had grown to the point where even Voldemort could not kill him easily.
Sometimes Voldemort even couldn't help but suspect that the guy in front of him was actually Dumbledore's most proud disciple, the backup plan left by the old guy against him, and the real savior.
As for Harry Potter, what kind of savior is he
Voldemort still cannot accept the fact that he was defeated by that kind of guy. It is simply a shame for him.
"We must kill that guy before he fully grows up."
Looking at Albert's receding back, Voldemort felt more and more sense of urgency. That guy was obviously stronger than the last time they fought.
The next moment, Voldemort disappeared into thin air.
When he reappeared, he was standing on the deck of the ship.
Albert, who had been wary of Voldemort, seemed to have noticed something and suddenly turned his broom to one side. A pale green spell passed by his side, and Voldemort was almost successfully attacked.
Albert suddenly grabbed the broom and floated in the air, watching Voldemort and the ship sailing towards the stormy sea ahead. He tapped the magic bracelet on his left wrist with his wand to send a message to Dobby, reminding them that it was time to run away.
"So, you are planning to use your people to threaten me?" Albert looked at Voldemort with a strange expression.
"It seems you don't care whether they live or die."
Voldemort found that the chips he had obtained could not threaten Albert. It should be said that the threat did play some role, but the effect was not great.
"I value my own life more. As for those guys in the boat, I can only say sorry. And I believe there must be some of your servants in there too!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Albert disappeared along with his broomstick.
Voldemort appeared out of nowhere beside him, intending to attack him while he was talking to him.
This time, Voldemort did not use the Avada Kedavra Curse, but an equally deadly dark magic.
"What a sinister fellow!"
Albert glanced at the completed task on the panel, waved his wand, rolled up the sea water under his feet, and turned it into a giant mouth to swallow Voldemort.
Of course, this was just a bluff, a cover for retreat.
Without waiting for Voldemort to break free from that ridiculous attack, Albert plunged into the storm, ready to escape. He had no intention of continuing to tangle with Voldemort here. If he was tricked by him by accident, he would suffer a great loss.
As for going into the cabin to rescue Sirius and the other two, Albert was not worried. As long as the house-elf Dobby was there, they could easily take them away. As for dealing with the dark wizard in the cabin, it would not take much time, after all, Albert's spy was inside.
Want to escape!
Voldemort swung his wand and a bolt of lightning struck directly towards Albert's position, causing the figure to fall from under the broom.
At this moment, Voldemort saw the opportunity to kill the Mudblood, and he Apparated directly to Albert's side, ready to use Avada Kedavra to end the other's life.
However, by the time he chanted Avada Kedavra, it was already too late.
Because Voldemort discovered that the figure was not Albert, but a dummy wearing the same clothes.
Yes, that's a dummy.
After being hit by Avada Kedavra, he was completely turned into a pile of slag.
With a loud bang, a bolt of thunder streaked across the storm and struck Voldemort, who was caught off guard, knocking the famous Dark Lord into the sea.
When Voldemort emerged from the sea, he had already lost Albert in the storm.
The disgraceful fellow escaped.
"Damn Mudblood, I will kill you with my own hands."
Voldemort's angry roar was soon swallowed up by the surrounding storm.
In fact, if Voldemort had been more rational, he would have realized that, with the two sides at this level, if one of them really wanted to escape, it would be difficult for the other to kill him.
This was one of the reasons why Albert never thought of trying to kill Voldemort.
However, Voldemort, who was blinded by anger, apparently did not realize that when he first stepped into the cabin, he saw the dark wizard staggering.
There were no prisoners left.
"Portkey?"
Voldemort raised his wand and swept across the traces left by Sirius and his group when they left, preparing to follow the traces to track them down.
Tonight, he wanted to kill someone.