Albert was completely indifferent to the good-intentioned persuasion of others. Since he had made the decision, he was not going to change his mind at the last minute.
If he doesn't face it with an all-out attitude, it's better to give up as soon as possible. Any hesitation will only add a risk to his duel with Voldemort.
In fact, if it weren't for many reasons, Albert would really like Dumbledore to replace him to duel with Voldemort. That would definitely be very interesting.
Unfortunately, the occasion was not right and Dumbledore obviously could not complete the panel task on his behalf, so this kind of thing was just something he could only think about.
"Wait... This seems like a good idea." Albert looked in the direction of Voldemort, with a strange light in his eyes.
After ignoring the malice directed at him by Voldemort, Albert smiled and took out some candy from his pocket, distributing it to other people around him.
Dumbledore stopped trying to persuade him. He picked up a candy, peeled off the wrapper and put it in his mouth. He chewed it twice, squinted his eyes slightly, looked up and down at Albert's calm face, smiled and said, "It tastes good."
The referee next to him was a little dumbfounded. He looked at Dumbledore suspiciously, then looked at the candy in Albert's hand, sighed lightly, and took one as well.
"The final will begin in ten minutes, you still have a chance to regret it." Before leaving, the referee turned around and added, "It's not shameful to give up. Percival has already lost face. Dumbledore, please help me persuade him. It's really not worth it if he really dies in the duel. And thank you for the candy. It tastes good."
"Are you sure?"
Dumbledore suddenly asked after the referee left.
"Do you regret not competing with me?" Albert also took out a candy and put it in his mouth.
"If I had known this day would come, I would definitely go personally..."
"There are no ifs in this world. No one owes anyone anything. I'm already very happy that you can come." Albert closed his eyes and felt the changes brought about by the Felicis, and said calmly: "This time will come eventually. If I don't show my fists, troubles will still come one after another. What's more, now that you are here, my safety can be guaranteed to the greatest extent."
“Is it an opportunity for me as well?”
"That guy wants to kill me, but it's not that easy." Albert suddenly laughed, "Look, his attention is all on you now."
“It is indeed an opportunity, but the success rate is not high.”
The game soon arrived, and the two men left the passage one after another and entered the final venue. Compared with the initial noisy atmosphere, the heartbroken audience had little confidence in the last game, or rather, they had no confidence in Albert.
"I'm surprised you didn't surrender or run away."
Voldemort originally thought that his plan would fail, especially when he saw that group of people inciting the Mudblood to surrender. He almost believed that Albert would surrender directly, but this guy did not surrender.
"Although I knew there might be such a day, I didn't expect it to be so early." Albert looked at the blond wizard in front of him and said calmly: "But you, the dignified Dark Lord, actually disguised yourself like this. I am really surprised."
"You know?"
The expression on Voldemort's face suddenly darkened.
"I am a fortune teller, and my prediction is: I win."
A terrifying murderous intent rushed towards him, but Albert was not afraid. "Do you think that if your identity is exposed, will Professor Dumbledore attack you together?"
"Stop using your boring little tricks. They're useless." Voldemort said expressionlessly.
"You know the result." Albert raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
After both sides raised their wands and bowed to each other, the duel began.
Albert did not hesitate at all. With the help of the Felicity Potion, he quickly mobilized the magical power in his body and summoned several iron shields. One of the iron shields faced the black magic flying towards Albert, and it instantly exploded into pieces after being hit.
Amid the astonishing explosion, Albert waved his left hand forward, causing the debris and smoke to rush directly towards Voldemort, while he himself quickly fired several explosive spells at Voldemort in one breath.
As the fragments of the iron shield enveloped Voldemort, a shocking explosion followed, and the ground was shaking, as if someone fired a cannon at where Voldemort was standing.
The audience in the stands of the stadium were stunned by this scene. They never thought that Mr. Anderson, who did not like to use black magic, could be so cruel and planned to kill the other party from the very beginning
Not only were the audience stunned, but even Dumbledore was also very surprised. That wave of explosive spells was not only fast, accurate and ruthless, but also had a tricky angle, almost blocking Voldemort's direction of dodging at the same time.
After all, I underestimated him.
The rolling smoke was suddenly pierced by a spell, hitting Albert's iron shield and making a big hole in it, but Albert had already sensed the danger and dodged in advance.
"It seems that your divination skills are not that good, otherwise you wouldn't come to participate in the duel competition."
Voldemort's hoarse voice came from the rolling smoke: "Do you think you can survive from my hands? Do you think I have to use some conspiracy to kill you?"
"Are you trying to make me laugh to death?" Albert said sarcastically, "When you sent Wormtail to my house and sent someone to assassinate me, don't say these things anymore. It will make people laugh."
Voldemort stopped talking, his eyes revealing an almost tangible malice. He dispersed the smoke around him and fired a horrifying black magic at Albert.
Albert also used a deadly spell on Voldemort without showing any weakness. The two spells collided in the void and began to confront each other.
The audience in the stands all widened their eyes. The scene before them seemed familiar. They were all afraid that Albert would follow Pierre's old path.
However, after the spells from both sides collided with each other in the air, they came to a stalemate with no winner determined!
Voldemort slowly moved to the side and strengthened his magical power, trying to use his extraordinary strength to suppress Albert and take his life.
As the red spell gradually pressed towards Albert, all the spectators present widened their eyes and stood up from their chairs. They seemed to see Albert being killed by the spell just like Pierre.
The red light that originally had the upper hand suddenly stopped and was suppressed by the blue light.
"This... is impossible, a mere Mudblood!"
Voldemort opened his eyes wide, watching the spells coming towards him. Voldemort couldn't understand why the other party's magic power was stronger than his own. You know, the magic power of mudbloods is usually weaker than that of ordinary wizards. This is normal, and the guy in front of him is completely abnormal. Even Dumbledore may not have such a strong magic power.
Not only Voldemort, but even Dumbledore, who was in charge of judging, was surprised by Albert's magical power. Logically speaking, Albert should not have reached the peak of magical power (around 30 years old), but he actually suppressed Voldemort, which was incredible.
Voldemort had no choice but to increase the output of magical power again, and the two sides fell into a stalemate, but Voldemort had no intention of continuing the stalemate.
However, Albert was faster than him. With a sudden wave of his left hand, the rubble on the ground suddenly turned into countless stone bullets and flew towards Voldemort at an accelerated speed.
This move is a bit like a salvo of bullets, or it is exactly that.
Faced with the pincer attack, Voldemort interrupted the spell directly. The devil's fire suddenly emerged as he opened his mouth, and turned into a rolling fire snake that engulfed the flying stones and rushed towards Albert on the opposite side, forcing him to give up the previous spell.
No matter how powerful Albert is, he cannot ignore the Fire Curse.
He waved his wand, blasting the fire snake in front of him that was transformed by the Fiery Flame Curse into pieces, and then turned it around to press towards Voldemort. The smile on Voldemort's face, which had been laughing triumphantly, froze instantly. He never thought that the devil's fire could be countered by the other party.
When the roiling devil's flames came towards him, Voldemort pulled hard, and the flames were swept behind him and rushed towards the audience behind him, scaring the audience in the stands.
Fortunately, the Aurors guarding the audience stands took timely action and extinguished the rolling devil's flames, otherwise who knows how many unlucky spectators would be affected and die innocently.
The organizers were even more stunned. They never expected that the two would be so vicious, especially the original referee. If Dumbledore hadn't replaced him, he would have probably turned into a corpse.
"Hurry, hurry, put up the barrier."
The battle below was getting more and more intense. The audience in the stands were getting excited, and countless people were cheering for Albert. However, the Aurors suddenly felt something was wrong and raised their wands. A milky white barrier rose above the stadium, covering the two people and the referee on the duel field below.
"You can't escape, it's two against one now!"
Albert waved the wand in his hand lightly, and Voldemort suddenly felt something was wrong, and he summoned a silver shield to block in front of him.
A low, creepy sound suddenly rang out, as if something terrible was hitting the shield.
As for the power of magic, just look at the two cuts in the ground behind Voldemort.
"nice one."
Albert narrowed his eyes. He suspected that this thing might be a silver shield made by a goblin. As for why it was not some other defensive magic
Any ordinary protective magic would have been destroyed by that attack.
When dealing with Voldemort, Albert didn't dare to hold back like he did in the duel with Professor Flitwick. Now he would just do whatever it takes to kill the opponent.
“You think you can kill me?” Voldemort shouted, hiding behind his shield, which made him look a little less powerful. “Do you have any dark magic more cruel than this?”
"That's not black magic. If you want, you can try it again!" Albert narrowed his eyes dangerously. "As long as you don't hide, I guarantee that you will be wiped out. By the way, be careful of Dumbledore's sneak attack. I don't mind giving up the game and giving Dumbledore a chance to kill you."
"As long as we can kill you, I think the principal will not mind damaging his reputation. But it may not be so easy for you to revive again."
"I must admit," Dumbledore's calm voice came over, "Mr. Anderson's suggestion is indeed very good."
Yes, this is what Voldemort was worried about.
He was tricked!!
Even though Dumbledore was just acting as a referee, if there was a flaw, Voldemort knew that the old man would definitely not care about his reputation and would give him a fatal blow.
That old immortal could definitely do it, and this was the main reason why he was restrained.
At this moment, Voldemort not only had to face the powerful Albert, but also had to guard against Dumbledore's sneak attack.
asshole!
He finally wanted to give the other party a decent ending.
result
The Mudblood named Anderson was more sinister and had no bottom line than he had imagined.
"You don't look like a good person, considering your high attainments in the Dark Arts." Voldemort provoked, "I'm curious why Dumbledore didn't guard against you or monitor you."
"No, no, I'm a good person, and I actually hate dark magic and rarely use it. Of course, against guys like you, I usually don't mind using it. After all, I'm also a pragmatist." After Albert finished speaking, a fireball from his wand flew towards Voldemort.
"asshole!"
Not only Voldemort, but even the audience in the stands felt their scalps tingling, as if something terrible was about to happen.
boom!
The sound of an explosion suddenly filled the eardrums, and the terrible aftermath of the explosion swept across the entire venue. Countless smoke billowed, and what terrified the audience was that the barrier set up by a dozen Aurors had shattered and collapsed because of the aftermath of the explosion. It was hard to imagine what would happen to the people at the center of the explosion.
The audience was very anxious, but all they could see was rolling dust and fog, and they couldn't see the situation below at all.
However, the magical light that kept flickering in the dust and fog proved that the battle below was not over yet.
Everyone couldn't help but swallow, even the Aurors were no exception. If the barrier had not been set up in time, who knows what terrible things would have happened.
The Aurors didn't dare to take the risk and deployed the barrier again to prevent the audience in the stands from suffering an unexpected disaster.
Not only did the smoke not dissipate, it became even thicker, as if someone was deliberately casting a smoke spell.
Well, someone did use it on purpose, and the user was none other than Dumbledore. After Albert caused the explosion, the old man did not hesitate to join forces with Albert to kill Voldemort.
Anyway, the smoke was so thick that no one could see what was going on inside.
What if I can’t see clearly
It doesn't matter. Albert had already prepared the Felicia Ricci potion and X-ray glasses, and even Dumbledore took them, relying on inspiration and intuition to determine Voldemort's exact location.
There is no doubt that Voldemort, as the only one on the field who did not enjoy the treatment of Felicis Felix, was instantly put at a disadvantage and could only counterattack according to the direction of the curse.
However, a despicable guy misled Voldemort through the ball of light, and the dignified Dark Lord was forced to flee everywhere by the two of them.
If he hadn't been able to fly, he would have probably been killed by the two of them!
At this moment, Voldemort was furious. Fortunately, he had been prepared for Dumbledore's action, so the conspiracy of those two bastards did not succeed.
However, the current situation was not favorable to him, especially when the Aurors raised the barrier again, which made Voldemort even more angry, and even the way to leave was blocked.
However, breaking the barrier would take a lot of time and magical power, and the two would definitely not give him that opportunity.
But this could not stop Voldemort.
The devil's flames began to burn fiercely on the barrier, trying to completely engulf all the smoke and dust.
The audience in the stands outside could only see darkness. The barrier held up by the Aurors failed to stop the devil's flames and shattered and peeled off again.
A dark shadow suddenly rushed out from the broken barrier and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Voldemort has escaped!
It's all over.
"That guy ran pretty fast!" Albert looked at Voldemort's departing back and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. His strategy was very successful. After seeing Dumbledore become the referee, he was no longer prepared to fight Voldemort in a one-on-one duel.
It was indeed much easier to force him to leave.
"It's not easy to keep Voldemort at that level!" Dumbledore said softly, "You did a good job. Leave the rest to me."
"Then thank you for your help." Albert raised his wand, extinguished the devil's flames around him, and then greeted the audience's thunderous applause and cheers.