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The moment the words shot out, his hair seemed to feel the impact of that force, standing on end.

Voldemort dared not underestimate his opponent this time. He did his best to maintain a gleaming silver shield to withstand the powerful attack.

The mysterious incantation did not seem to cause any obvious damage to the silver shield, but a low, gong-like vibrating sound emanated from within it.

The strange sound echoed in the night sky, instilling fear in everyone.

"Avada Kedavra!" Two Death Eaters seized the opportunity to shoot two beams of green light from behind the silver shield, their target Dumbledore.

However, due to the distance, Dumbledore did not dodge.

With a casual gesture, a tombstone flew to his side.

Two killing spells struck the tombstone in succession, blasting it into countless fragments.

Before the fragments hit the ground, Dumbledore had already swiftly retrieved his wand and was waving it around like a whip.

A thin, blazing flame shot from the tip of the staff, like a fire dragon tightly binding Voldemort and his silver shield.

Under the ravages of the flames, the light of the silver shield gradually dimmed and eventually vanished without a trace, while Voldemort's figure appeared increasingly disheveled in the firelight.

At that moment, Dumbledore seemed to have the upper hand, but the battle situation changed in an instant, and the fire rope was suddenly swallowed up by Voldemort's gaping maw.

When he spat it out again, the flaming whip that Dumbledore had created had transformed into a giant serpent formed from Fiendfire.

The fire serpent quickly broke free from Voldemort's control, turned and attacked Dumbledore, hissing angrily from its fiery mouth as if taunting its original master.

Taking advantage of this brief gap, Voldemort enveloped himself in a mysterious black aura and began to rise into the air.

Meanwhile, the fire serpent stood tall before Dumbledore, poised to strike.

Suddenly, flames erupted from the sky above Dumbledore's head.

Voldemort, holding his wand aloft, hovered in mid-air atop a stone tablet not far from Dumbledore.

At this moment, he was like a demon in the night, looking down at the battlefield below.

"Watch out!" Harry couldn't help but shout, instinctively wanting to rush out to help Dumbledore.

Dumbledore turned and glanced at Harry, then roared, "Stay where you are!"

With his shout, Harry felt an invisible force push him back again.

Dumbledore pointed to the ground, and the soil and tombstone instantly merged, transforming into a giant stone warrior that firmly protected Harry, like a solid fortress.

The instant Dumbledore shouted, a blinding green light shot out again from Voldemort's wand, aiming straight for Dumbledore's vitals.

At that moment, the fire serpent launched a deadly attack—

At this critical moment, Fawkes the Phoenix resolutely stood in front of Dumbledore. It spread its broad wings, opened its huge mouth, and swallowed the green light whole.

The next moment, Fox instantly burst into a ball of blazing flame. Its body became small and wrinkled, and it collapsed helplessly onto the floor, unable to fly any longer.

But Fawkes' sacrifice was not in vain. Dumbledore waved his wand, displaying his immense magical power.

The fiery serpent, which was about to devour Dumbledore, was tossed into the air by his wand some distance away, like a shooting star in the night. It tumbled and struggled in the air before finally turning into a wisp of black smoke and dissipating into the endless night sky.

At the same moment, the mud and tombstone fragments on the ground rose up under Dumbledore's magical control, like a giant swamp cocoon, tightly enveloping Voldemort.

Dumbledore actually managed to multitask and complete the spell.

For seven or eight seconds inside this dark cocoon, only a few blurry lights could be faintly seen flickering weakly in the mud. It was Voldemort struggling desperately, trying to break free from this suffocating confinement with various spells.

After struggling for a while, the swamp cocoon finally couldn't withstand Voldemort's power and shattered into pieces with a crash.

Voldemort tumbled out of the ruptured cocoon, covered in mud and wounds.

He hastily wiped the cuts on his face with his hands, and then coughed a few times deliberately to expel the mud from his nostrils.

His image at this moment had completely lost its previous authority.

However, he did not give up and instead fired another Killing Curse at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore was not to be outdone. The red spell and the green Killing Curse clashed fiercely in the air, their magic surging like two giant dragons locked in a battle.

Magical lightning erupted continuously as the two spells clashed, shattering the surrounding tombstones and sending fragments flying everywhere.

The Death Eaters were kept at a distance and could only watch helplessly as the magical battle unfolded.

Some of the overconfident Death Eaters tried to rush into the battlefield to help Voldemort attack Dumbledore, but they were instantly shredded into mincemeat by the violent torrent of magic and scattered everywhere.

In the tense standoff, Dumbledore's magic gradually overwhelmed Voldemort, and the red spell slowly suppressed the green one.

As Dumbledore's spell drew ever closer, Voldemort swung his wand with all his might, severing the magical link with Dumbledore.

In an instant, a terrifying black aura burst forth from his wand, like a raging tornado in the night, carrying an aura of destruction as it hurtled toward Dumbledore.

Dumbledore struggled to resist the onslaught of the dark energy, while Voldemort let out a deafening roar, his magic surging instantly. In this critical moment, Dumbledore could only hastily cast Transfiguration, raising a magical barrier in front of him to desperately block the dark energy.

He understood that the other side was going all out, and as long as he could withstand this wave, Voldemort would be powerless to fight back.

But Voldemort's cunning exceeded his expectations.

The surging black aura, like a runaway beast, swept over Dumbledore's head, shattering the tombstone and stone warrior in front of Harry and completely disarming him.

Voldemort's face broke into a gleeful smile.

The stones and tombstones behind him rose into the air like arrows imbued with life, shooting towards Dumbledore and Harry with a fierce momentum.

Just as Dumbledore was losing his strength and Harry was about to perish in the attack, suddenly, the space in front of Harry seemed to crack open, and a person wearing a new Auror uniform and a standard bird-beak mask walked out of the crack.

"careful!"

Harry called out urgently, recognizing the Auror's uniform and knowing that this person had come to help.

He didn't want this newly arrived reinforcement to die because it was caught off guard.

"It's ok."

The Auror spoke casually, seemingly not taking Voldemort's attack seriously.

With a casual wave of his hand, a semi-elliptical light shield rose up, like a sturdy shield blocking the flying fragments of tombstones.

Voldemort's smile froze on his face. He thought victory was in sight and he could kill Harry, but he didn't expect that an unexpected Auror would come along and neutralize his attack.

But the Auror didn't seem satisfied. He waved his hand, and the rubble that had been blocked by the shield returned to its original path, with no less power than when it was shot at Harry.

[Reversible Arrow: 3rd Ring of Protection. Protected creatures gain resistance to ranged weapons. Within the protected area, damage from any projectile is absorbed, and the projectile bounces back to the creature that launched it.]

This time it was Voldemort's turn to have a headache. He was caught off guard by this "using their own methods against them" tactic and could only hurriedly wave his wand to summon dark power to defend against the flying stones.

The dark force, like a wild storm, instantly crushed the tombstones and stones into gray powder, causing their attack to dissipate into nothingness.

However, due to inertia, the powder still flew into Voldemort and the Death Eaters, making them look very disheveled and covered in dust.

This arriving Auror is indeed not to be underestimated.

Voldemort finally realized that he couldn't deal with Dumbledore and Harry in a short time.

The vanguard of the Aurors has arrived, and the rest could arrive at any moment. He now has very few subordinates by his side, and they are all his trusted confidants for his future rise. He is unwilling to risk continuing to fight Dumbledore.

"retreat!"

Voldemort decisively gave the order, while turning to Dumbledore and casting a cold glance at him, "Next time, if you want to live again, it won't be so easy."

After saying that, he grabbed Bellatrix and soared into the air, speeding towards the distant horizon amidst billowing black smoke.

Chapter 442 Fudge Gets Tricked

While Dumbledore and Voldemort were engaged in an epic duel, the Quidditch pitch riots had already come to an end.

Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge finally emerged from his hiding place and, accompanied by Nymphadora Tonks, walked through the audience to visit the wizards who were wounded by the battle and riots.

Fudge felt a sharp pain in his cheeks, as if he had been tricked by this Auror deputy director.

The original vision was that he would appear when people were most vulnerable, like a beacon illuminating the darkness, bringing them comfort and strength.

He had initially thought that, as minister, his condolences would earn him people's gratitude and support—at least that's what Tonks advised him.

He actually believed it, foolishly.

Now I realize that Tonks's words were nice, but the truth was not what he imagined at all!

In the eyes of the people who had just experienced the disaster, he, the Minister of Magic, was nothing more than an outlet for their emotions.

These people either pleaded and begged or threatened, demanding that the Ministry of Magic reveal the truth and severely punish the troublemakers.

To calm the agitated crowd, Fudge's bald forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat.

“Minister, it’s a bit hot and humid. Wipe your sweat.” Lucius Malfoy thoughtfully handed Fudge a handkerchief, which he took and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Lucius, the Ministry of Magic will respond to your application as soon as possible." Fudge raised his chin, his voice full of goodwill.

“That would be wonderful, Your Excellency Minister.” Lucius bowed slightly, a smile gleaming in his eyes—yet that smile was like an exquisite mask, lacking sincerity, merely a polite expression he had developed through countless repetitive trainings as a pure-blood wizard.

Deep within Lucius's heart, there was not a ripple of joy, but rather a profound sense of worry and fear.

His former master had made such a big commotion and carried out such a big action, yet he knew nothing about it and was not even summoned by his former master to participate. This feeling of being excluded made him uneasy.

He would rather be summoned there and get a few curses from Voldemort, or even take a Cruciatus Curse, than be in this situation.

What worried him even more was that, having received no prior warning, he had failed to alert Levin Green. Did the Dark Lord and Levin Green doubt the Malfoy family's loyalty?

Will they take adverse actions against the Malfoy family?

These doubts, like dark shadows, constantly lingered in his mind.

Thinking of this, Lucius looked worriedly at his son Draco, who was helping to treat the wounded not far away, feeling both relieved and fearful.

Decora did a truly remarkable job during the commotion, stepping up in time to maintain order in Slytherin—at least among the pure-blood wizards who were willing to follow him—and leading them to the Shield of the Erudite Society for refuge.

After that, he joined many other young wizards to form a magic circle to power the shield.

His performance was remarkable even in this prestigious academic conference. It can be said that he has undergone a complete transformation compared to the past—he is no longer the naughty little troublemaker he once was.

However, another kind of unease welled up in Lucius's heart.

He had clearly instructed Draco to be careful and cautious in such situations and not to blindly stand out – this was the ancestral precept upon which the Malfoy family had relied for its longevity.

But that little bastard completely forgot all those earnest teachings after that damned Mudblood girl gave him an order.

Are you really that willing to listen to that mud bastard?!

"Please rest assured, the Ministry of Magic will severely punish the perpetrators of this crime. Whoever planned and participated in this heinous attack will not escape the harshest punishment. In fact, judging from the situation at the scene, these thugs have been completely wiped out!"

While Malfoy was filled with anxiety, Fudge spoke passionately and righteously to the crowd.