Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"...Dumbledore."

Under the endless night sky, strands of black smoke appeared out of nowhere, rushing to gather at a certain point in the air, swirling and drawing mysterious arcs.

Those black qi became more and more dense, and gathered like a whirlpool.

As a low and cold voice rang, the black air vortex suddenly closed, and a young and elegant youth stood in the air, calmly looking at the white wizard on the ground.

"It's nice to see you... dear Professor Dumbledore."

When Voldemort was still willing to call himself Tom Riddle, Dumbledore was just a transfiguration teacher at Hogwarts.

It can be said that Voldemort's "Professor" has gone through more than 40 years, but it is as peaceful and natural as yesterday.

"Dear Professor Dumbledore, you look...but you are much older." Voldemort smiled gently, as if ignoring all the entanglements of nearly fifty years. "I remember, your hair back then. It's still reddish brown! Now it's completely white..."

"But you still feel the same as before."

Dumbledore also smiled slightly, but his eyes became sharper, as if he wanted to see through the student in front of him.

"Really?" Voldemort nodded, seeming to agree with Dumbledore's words. "Thanks to the professor. If you hadn't brought me into this wonderful magical world, how could I enjoy the beauty of defeating death? ?"

"Victory death?" Dumbledore shook his head slightly, looking directly into Voldemort's eyes, with a serious expression, "You are wrong, Tom... For a wizard, death has never been a threat or hindrance. "

Voldemort looked at him calmly, and after a short while, he suddenly chuckled.

"Professor, you are still not good at telling jokes as always, I see"

"Tom," Dumbledore interrupted him, "Do you still want to go on that wrong path?"

"Enough is enough?" Voldemort raised his eyebrows, as if laughing at Dumbledore. "Professor, I don't think you need to be so hypocritical anymore, because I've seen it through from the beginning. Fraternity!"

"Yeah! These methods of yours are indeed very good. You use these clever empty words to fool the world to gain the world's embrace, let them respect you, admire you, support you..."

"but"

He said in a gentle tone, but the smile on his face disappeared little by little, and his eyes gradually became cold and disdainful.

"But, do you think you can use it to fool me?" Voldemort opened his arms and said loudly, "Any wizard who studies magic deeply will understand that the greatest enemy of a wizard is time! And the end of time is death!"

"When you are dying and suddenly find that you still have a spell that you haven't learned, what else would you say,'Death is never an obstacle'!"

Dumbledore looked at the stubborn face of Voldemort, was silent for a moment, and finally sighed slightly.

"It seems that you will never try to understand..."

As the voice faded, Dumbledore raised the old magic wand in his hand and waved it so lightly.

Suddenly, a red beam of light shot straight towards Voldemort in the air with a slight vibration. If Maca was here, he would definitely recognize that it was a regular aura!

Although it has not reached the level of the power of the rules, the power contained in it is more ingenious, and the mana consumption when casting it is also more economical.

It seemed that Dumbledore had also set foot on Rowena's trial back then. It is true that although he finally gave up on that path, he figured out the mystery of the rules in another way.

When Voldemort saw this, his heart was shocked, and he lifted his wand in his right hand.

With a low, gong-like sound, the beam of light blasting from the tip of the old wand was blocked by the shield in front of Voldemort, and the overflowing red streamer spread out like a cloud of mist, wisps towards Flowing away behind Voldemort.

At this moment, whether it was the members of the Order of the Phoenix behind Dumbledore or the Death Eaters behind Voldemort, they were all startled by the terrifying force by nearly a hundred feet.

"Don't try to kill me, Dumbledore." The black flames in Voldemort's eyes were beating frantically, and his eyes narrowed over the shield. "Or... are you admitting what I just said in disguise? "

"To be honest, before I met that kid, I was going to destroy you, Tom." Dumbledore still said quietly, and suddenly raised his leg and walked towards Voldemort.

"We all know that there are many other ways to destroy a person." He approached Voldemort step by step, as if he hadn't put the matter in front of him at all, "Just taking your life will not satisfy me. "

"There is nothing worse than death, Dumbledore!"

Voldemort roared suddenly and waved his wand again, and another piece of black air gathered into a ball out of thin air and flew straight toward Dumbledore.

Dumbledore still shook his head, and the wand in his hand flicked lightly. The red beam of light was like a long sword of flame, suddenly dispelling the black air.

In the next second, he flicked his wand again, and the beam of light hurriedly lifted up and hit Voldemort's shield heavily.

"boom!"

With another muffled sound, Voldemort moved back dozens of feet with the black shield in front of him.

"You are so wrong."

Dumbledore's voice was very soft, as if two people were discussing about drinking.

He simply dissipated the beam of light at the tip of the rod and continued to walk towards Voldemort.He just walked on seemingly defenseless, without making any defense.

"In fact, your biggest failure is not understanding that there is something worse than death."

To be honest, Dumbledore hasn't really taken a shot for a long time. No one knows how much strength he has, and no one knows how much his understanding of magic has reached.

And for Dumbledore, the use of magic to fight is no longer his goal.

At this moment, as he said, he never intended to end Voldemort's evil deeds with death, because in Dumbledore's view, it was not enough to wash away the sins he had committed over the years.

Not to mention... Death is not the end.

"No!" Voldemort finally showed a hideous look, he roared loudly, "You are the old stubborn who doesn't understand! You don't understand the beauty and cruelty of magic!"

Before he finished his words, he didn't see any movement, a black air suddenly exploded all over him, enveloping him.

For a while, Voldemort's whole body of black air swirled around, and in a blink of an eye it became almost exactly the same as the Black Death.

The only difference is that the black energy on Voldemort's body is more like a black flame that is constantly beating and burning, exuding a disturbing breath.

"Dumbledore... I will show you what is the true charm of magic!"

Then Voldemort proved that if he can freely control the black energy, the combat effectiveness is completely different.

Maybe he still has a wand, maybe he doesn't.Because he was surrounded by black air, he couldn't see clearly, but in any case, the long whip made of black air was constantly pumping toward Dumbledore.

But Dumbledore obviously wouldn't stand and be beaten for nothing, but seeing his wand pointing down, the ground immediately swelled up and turned into a huge rocky hand blocking him.

When the giant hand had just taken shape, Voldemort's dozen black whips had arrived!

With a frightening sound of flogging, the rubble and dirt splashed away, and the giant rock hand was turned into fragments on the ground in an instant, but Dumbledore who was hiding behind him No more figure.

"Ok?"

Voldemort immediately noticed something was wrong, and he immediately turned around, and the black whip swept back suddenly, but it was completely empty.

At this moment, another red beam of light rushed from directly below him, and the speed was so fast that it almost caught him by surprise.

Hit it!

The red beam of light shot straight up under Voldemort's feet, and in the astonished gaze of the Death Eaters, it actually penetrated the black flames on Voldemort's body and beat it into...

Dumbledore frowned slightly, followed by another Apparition, a little further away.

But Voldemort, who had just been hit by his beam of light, turned into a black air in the eyes of everyone's surprise, but it did not dissipate.

As far as the characteristics of the black energy are concerned, it is actually not much different from the black death.As long as the magic power contained in it is not completely exhausted, the situation where the whole person can be turned into black energy like Voldemort is almost immortal.

In just a moment, the black air condensed again and changed to Tom Riddle's appearance again.Just look at the immutable appearance, as if he was not harmed at all.

"Don't you understand, Dumbledore?" Voldemort grinned grinningly. "I am immortal! Immortal! Didn't I tell you? I defeated death!"

"is it?"

Dumbledore still looked at him calmly and shook his head lightly.

"I'm sorry, because I didn't teach you anything..." He looked up at Voldemort as if walking and chatting. "Someone once told me that if I became a teacher, I would definitely not be a good teacher. That doesn't suit me."

"It turns out that she was right!" Dumbledore chuckled slightly lonely. "Do you know? You and Maca, the two most potential students I have ever met so far! But I turned out to be. I can't teach you anything..."

"You don't need me to teach, nor does Maca," he said. "Yes! The life I should have understood long ago will only be more meaningful if I go on by myself..."

"Thanks to the kid Macka, I finally understand, but Tom, do you understand?"

Dumbledore's wand pointed again, but the breath radiating from his body was completely different.

"...Sometimes, people... should be selfish..."