This Hogwarts is not normal

The duel between the two powerful wizards had not yet begun, but the air around them had already become thin due to the collision of magic waves.

Voldemort's yew wand moved like a snake, and the nearby tombstones quickly combined into a large stone snake.

It opened its bloody mouth and attacked like lightning, but was easily fixed by Dumbledore's old wand.

I don’t know what Voldemort was thinking when he performed Transfiguration in front of his former Transfiguration professor.

Dumbledore did not dare to be careless. Seeing Voldemort reaching his hand towards his mouth, he waved the Elder Wand to draw a trajectory that splashed silver light spots.

The immobilized stone snake instantly turned into a huge crystal shield, and what Voldemort took out of his mouth was actually a ball of burning green flame.

You don't have to go there to experience it yourself, just looking at the constantly twisting shape of the flames you know it is dangerous.

And it was particularly strange. It looked like the temperature was very high, but the slender fingers that were burned by it did not change at all.

Voldemort closed his blood-red eyes and took a deep breath, then opened his eyes again and blew hard at the flames in his hand.

As if gasoline was spilled, the twisted and strange green flame swirled around the huge crystal shield like a snake and stopped in front of the tip of the old wand held by Dumbledore.

What Harry felt up close was not burning heat, but a chill that penetrated deep into his bones.

Dumbledore had a serious expression on his face. Noticing the change in the flames, he suddenly reached out and pushed Harry away.

The strange green fire expanded into a ball and then exploded like a punctured balloon.

Amidst the countless splashing green flames was Dumbledore's tall figure.

His robe was still pure white, except for the glaring red on his abdomen.

"Harry, please take care of Mr. Malfoy for me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Draco was pulled in front of Harry.

A huge crystal shield rose from the ground and covered the two men's heads tightly.

Countless viewers watching the live broadcast were deeply shocked by the dazzling crystal.

This is a showdown between top wizards, where powerful magic can be cast with just a simple wave of a wand.

The splashing green flames neither continued to burn nor went out, they all strangely seeped into the ground.

Voldemort raised his hands with a smug smile, "Dumbledore, taste the music of the dead that I carefully played for you."

Dumbledore's pupils contracted and he stomped his feet to jump up.

Before he landed on the ground, more than a dozen white bony hands emerged from where he had been standing.

Skeletons emerged from the ground, their eyes burning with the same strange green fire.

Dumbledore waved the Elder Wand in mid-air, and a red flame was summoned to surround him.

His figure fell lightly, and with the rhythm of the waving of the Elder Wand, large flames like lava continued to spread outward.

"Partis Temporus (temporary separation)—"

After a spell, the lava-like fire separated into larger pieces of fire.

Hundreds of white skeletons controlled by Voldemort screamed miserably and were vaporized before they came into contact with the flames.

Voldemort looked expressionlessly at the flames that had transformed into ferocious beasts approaching.

Wherever they passed, the white skeletons all let out shrill screams.

But the burning earth was not affected at all. What a terrifying magical control.

When it comes to playing with fire, he seems to have lost again.

He temporarily separated the flames and then used extremely powerful magic to control them to materialize into ferocious beasts. It turned out that the most powerful wizard in the world was not weakened by old Batty's sneak attack.

Voldemort closed his eyes again and thought of his childhood self, the one who turned pale with fear when he first met Dumbledore and was cast by the fire magic he performed.

With his long, pale fingers tightly grasping the yew wand, Voldemort suddenly opened his eyes and thrust the wand into the ground.

With a rumbling sound, a bottomless crack appeared in the ground beneath his feet, and from it gushed out a red flame that was more gorgeous than the beast that was embodied by the raging fire.

These flames seemed to have no limit and continued to burst out from the earth.

When it was about to cover half of the night sky, Voldemort drew out his yew wand, quietly watched the fiery beasts rushing towards him, and laughed triumphantly again.

The Fiendfyre he summoned not only carried a very terrifying aura of destruction, but also quickly changed shape under his control, eventually turning into a giant python that overlooked the fiery beasts.

Voldemort's fiery python opened its bloody mouth, and while it was biting, Dumbledore's fiery beasts were also biting it.

The collision of magic between the two sides created a scene full of abnormalities.

The fire on Dumbledore's side had no effect on the outside world, and the fire beasts were targeting only one target.

But Voldemort's Fiery Python was different. The ground beneath it had already melted and was flowing, and even the tombstones in the distance had turned red due to the high temperature.

Such a sharp contrast made Harry in the crystal shield open his mouth in surprise.

But he was not the only one who was surprised. At this moment, countless wizards in the magical world had reactions that were more exaggerated than his.

"Hahahaha——" Amid Voldemort's crazy laughter, the Fiery Python successfully swallowed the last fiery beast.

Although its size has become much smaller, its eyes made of flames are still full of aggressiveness.

Dumbledore, who seemed to be at a disadvantage, did not show any emotion. "Tom, I know you have always wanted to surpass me."

He slowly raised the Elder Wand and drew a graceful arc. "But unfortunately, I'm afraid I will disappoint you this time."

The Fiery Python screamed and expanded rapidly, and was ripped open by the fiery beast that it had swallowed earlier, in front of Voldemort's incredulous gaze.

Temporary separation is a high-end spell that separates not the volume of the fire, but the magical energy that constitutes it.

In other words, the beasts destroyed by the Fierce Fire Python were not the original ones that were killed by the Fire Snake, but the last one it swallowed.

Voldemort waved his hand and threw the Fiendfyre that was falling towards him aside.

His blood-red eyes were filled with resentment and anger. In terms of playing with fire, he ultimately lost.

But he was Voldemort, the Voldemort who flew over death.

The yew wand glowed with an emerald green light, "Avada Kedavra!"

The murderous green lightning pierced through the flaming beast and appeared in front of Dumbledore in the blink of an eye.

Before the killing curse hit, a clay giant crawled out of the ground and crossed his hands to catch the fatal blow.

The hands of the clay giant in front of Dumbledore were shattered, but soon returned to their original shape.

How can life be taken away from something that has no life? The most powerful wizard in the world taught a lesson to all the wizards watching the live broadcast.

Voldemort on the opposite side did not get angry but laughed instead.

It would be too boring if this duel could be ended with just a killing curse.

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