"Dracula, Dumbledore..."
Voldemort looked at the two figures that appeared closely following him, and his expression became extremely gloomy.
"Who is it?!" He suddenly turned to the group of Death Eaters behind him and glared at them fiercely, "Who is the traitor this time?!"
"I only told this plan to those of you whom I trust enough, but Dracula and Dumbledore set a trap for our plan long ago! There is no other possibility except that someone leaked the secret!"
The nine conscious Death Eaters looked at each other, and looked at the others around them with suspicion and distrust, each of them acting like Voldemort's most loyal servant.
"Why? Are you only allowed to set a trap on a child, but we are not allowed to ambush you from behind?" Dracula slowly descended from the sky and asked with a chuckle.
“Dracula! It’s always you… It’s always you who ruin my plans!” A deep hatred emerged on Voldemort’s ugly snake face, and he growled murderously, “I’ve tolerated you for a long time!”
He raised his wand towards Dracula, "Now that I have regained my strength, I want to see if you can still deal with me like before?"
"It would be foolish to come here tonight, Tom," Dumbledore said calmly, taking two steps forward. "The Aurors are on their way -"
"So, you two want to deal with me together?" Voldemort spat on the ground.
He fired another deadly spell at Dumbledore, but Dumbledore waved his wand and deflected it, hitting the far steps and igniting a ball of fire.
"Albus, you don't have to do anything." Dracula looked at Dumbledore dissatisfiedly, "I'm not interested in bullying others with others."
Dumbledore shook his head helplessly, and had to take a few steps back, then turned to face the Death Eaters.
He waved the wand in his hand lightly, and a strong rope appeared, which tied together the group of Death Eaters who had no ability to resist.
When Voldemort saw this scene, his eyes became even gloomier, and he wanted to rescue his servants.
However, Dracula took a step sideways and blocked his way.
"How dare you be distracted at a time like this?" He took out his wand seemingly casually.
Then, a powerful blood-red spell shot out from the wand, and even Neville and other little wizards hiding in the corner could feel their hair standing up.
Voldemort had to divert his attention and conjure a silver shield from thin air to block the spell.
“Buzz—”
The spell struck the shield with a low, gong-like sound—a strange, eerie sound.
“You can no longer defeat me, Dracula!” said Voldemort, his scarlet eyes narrowed behind his shield. “Is there anything more discouraging than this?”
"Really?" Dracula raised his lips.
Another spell shot out from his hand, and then split into two, four, and countless beams... Countless blood-red beams flew in all directions, and shot towards Voldemort from countless directions.
Voldemort's face was solemn. He split the silver shield in his hand into several pieces and blocked himself with them.
As the spell bombarded, cracks gradually appeared on the solid shield.
With a "click" sound, the first shield shattered, followed by the others.
Voldemort roared, and his body turned into a black mist. He flew out from the gaps between countless spells and appeared in front of Dracula.
"Avada Kedavra!"
The dazzling green light was like a waterfall, instantly submerging Dracula's figure.
But the next moment, a small bat flew around the green light waterfall and appeared in front of Voldemort's eyes.
Then, the bat suddenly swelled up, and Dracula returned to his human form, kicking Voldemort on the bridge of his nose, which seemed to be non-existent.
"Uh ah..."
Voldemort took a few steps back in pain, and two lines of black blood flowed from his snake-like nostrils.
It was not easy to block Dracula's kick. If he had not been flying in the air with nowhere to gain leverage, and if Voldemort's newly built body had not been quite strong, this kick would probably have kicked his head right off his neck.
However, despite this, Voldemort was still in great pain and was pushing on the deformed vertebrae at the back of his neck with his hands.
"Dracula... Is this how you treat wizard duels?" Voldemort said bitterly, "You even ignore the rule that wizards cannot touch each other in duels?"
Obviously, he had never expected Dracula to suddenly launch a sneak attack with his legs...
“Who told you that this is a wizard duel?” Dracula fell back to the ground, glanced at Voldemort in surprise, and chuckled, “Have you forgotten? I am a vampire. Of course, the duel between us is an unlimited duel.”
Voldemort was furious, but he couldn't do anything about Dracula.
Compared to the physically strong vampires, physical combat is indeed the weakness of all wizards.
When fighting with Dumbledore, Dracula might not have used his physical advantage out of respect for the old headmaster; but facing a fellow like Voldemort, there was no need to hold back at all, just kick when necessary to stretch his muscles.
“Very good… Your strength really didn’t disappoint me, Dracula.” Voldemort wiped the blood from his nostrils and said coldly, “But no matter how strong you are, what can you do? You can’t kill me!”
"We all know that there are many other ways to destroy a man, Tom," Dumbledore spoke up suddenly.
He spoke calmly and slowly approached Voldemort, as if he didn't take the notorious dark lord seriously at all, and as if nothing annoying had happened.
"I must admit that simply taking your life would not satisfy me."
"But there is nothing worse than death, Dumbledore!" Voldemort roared, "I cannot die, so I am invincible!"
"You are so wrong." Dumbledore's voice was very light, as if two people were exchanging some secrets face to face. "In fact, your greatest failure is that you cannot understand that there are things worse than death..."
“Isn’t death itself the worst thing?” Dracula looked at Voldemort as if he were mentally retarded. “You are still too young. If you live long enough, you will find out how much you want to die.”
"Impossible!" said Voldemort coldly, "You two can't shake me with words!"
"This guy is hopeless." Dracula shrugged, no longer in the mood to play, "Forget it, just control him, there are other tasks to complete!"
As he spoke, Dracula and Dumbledore attacked together.
The power of two great wizards was obviously not something Voldemort could resist alone. Within a few minutes, he was tied tightly to a stone archway on the side by an iron chain transformed by Dumbledore.
"Dracula, is this what you mean by you have no interest in joining forces with others to duel?" Voldemort struggled for a few times and found that he had broken free, so he turned his gaze to Dracula and said in a sarcastic tone.
"I really don't want to join forces with others to fight." Dracula chuckled and nodded, "But who told you this is a battle? I have lost interest in fighting you, so of course I will control you in any way that is easy."
"you… "
"Riddle, come out!" Dracula suddenly snapped his fingers and summoned a dark moon.
In the dark moon, a handsome young wizard jumped out and walked straight towards Voldemort.
As he watched the man approach, the expression on Voldemort's face became more vicious, ferocious, angry and violent.
"You... are just a part of my soul..." He said with resentment, "but now you have completely become Dracula's lackey?"
"I just found a better partner." Riddle said with a smile, "Why should you be the main soul and I am destined to be only a clone?"
Looking at Voldemort who was tied up awkwardly on the stone archway in front of him, Riddle was extremely excited and felt that he was getting closer and closer to becoming an independent "person".
"Let me see what else you have on you!" Riddle stretched out his hand to Voldemort.
"You dare?!" Voldemort's eyes changed, and two scarlet beams shot out from Riddle's eyes, trying to stop Riddle from casting the spell.
However, Dracula snapped his fingers and forced the beam back.
Then, a ring inlaid with a black gem broke free from Voldemort's index finger, slowly floated into the air, and finally fell into Riddle's hands.
Riddle's eyes were suddenly covered with a gray mist, and then an unclear illusory figure flew out from the black gem on the ring and went straight into Riddle's eyes.
The shadow's face was almost identical to Riddle's, except that he looked more mature.
When Voldemort saw this scene, his eyes seemed to spit out flames.
"How is it possible... You are just a Horcrux, how can you repair the soul?" Feeling the soul fragments in his Horcrux disappear in an instant, he was so angry that his eyes were about to burst.
"Why not?" Riddle said, "Because you can't learn to repent, but I can."
"No, I don't believe you can..."
Voldemort stared at Riddle's eyes, and then he suddenly laughed, "Hahahahahaha... I see, you really played a good hand!"
"What are you talking about?" Riddle frowned.
"In that case, let's increase our intensity!" Voldemort ignored Riddle and continued laughing.
Along with his hoarse, unpleasant and even funny laughter, the curtain on the stone archway next to him suddenly moved.
Originally it was just fluttering and floating, but now it was like a flag blown by a strong wind, like a dark grey curtain swinging madly... An evil, gloomy, dark force surged out from this curtain.
The extremely strong iron chains on Voldemort's body gradually made frequent creaking sounds and broke apart inch by inch.
Then, he stood up suddenly, surrounded by a force much stronger than before...
Riddle was thrown dozens of feet away with a "bang" and hit heavily on the stairs that led down to the ground around him. His face was pale and he looked at Voldemort's increasingly powerful figure in disbelief.
If he had not just absorbed a piece of soul, making his power stronger, he would probably have been knocked unconscious by the aftermath of this condensed power...
"Professor Dracula?" Dumbledore's face was solemn and he turned his gaze to Dracula on the other side.
Dracula's expression also changed, and his brows were furrowed.
"I almost forgot that we are fighting in a place like this. This is really annoying." He grasped the wand in his hand and blocked the stone archway. "Albus, Voldemort is left to you!"
The Spooky Wood Wand contains a few traces of the future Dracula, and is the only means present to limit the power behind the Veil.
Dracula waved his wand and released a colorless transparent film that surrounded the dark gray curtain and the stone arches around it, preventing the power behind the curtain from being transmitted to Voldemort.
However, the curtain was still fluttering, and the low murmur of the god of death in another world behind the curtain could be faintly heard.
On the other side, Dumbledore had drawn his wand again and was waving it like a whip - a long, thin flame emerged from the tip of the wand and entangled Voldemort like a thorn.
For a moment, it looked as if Dumbledore had his opponent under control, but then the cord of fire was transformed by another Transfiguration spell into a flaming serpent which slithered down Voldemort's body and faced Dumbledore, hissing viciously.
Voldemort disappeared, and the snake reared up on the floor, lunging towards Dumbledore.
Immediately, a green flame exploded in the air above Dumbledore's head, and Voldemort's figure reappeared. From top to bottom, another green light flew out from Voldemort's wand and shot towards Dumbledore.
At the same time, the venomous snake also launched an attack—
At the critical moment, a golden-red light flashed, and the phoenix Fawkes suddenly flew above Dumbledore's head, opened its beak wide, and swallowed the green light of the Killing Curse in one gulp.
It burst into flames, fell to the floor, and reverted to its small, wrinkled, infant form.
At the same time, Dumbledore swung his wand vigorously with great force. The fire snake was thrown high into the air and disappeared in a wisp of thick smoke.
Immediately afterwards, endless streams of water gushed out from several doors above, forming a cocoon like one made of glass water, wrapping Voldemort inside.
In the blink of an eye, a dark, rippling, faceless figure of Voldemort shimmered, dimly trapped in the water dungeon...
Just when Dumbledore and Dracula were both tied up by different things, a crazy young man with flaxen hair entered the Death Hall of the Department of Mysteries at some point.
The ropes tied to the Death Eaters were quietly untied, and the battle situation seemed to have returned to its original state...
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