Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 133 Justice: Two Against One
"Moral blackmail? That won't work."

The arrow of light in front of Damon grew brighter and brighter, and the magic contained within it had reached a level that was breathtaking.

“Of course I know.” The snake-man stared intently at Damon, who had his eyes closed, with his orange-yellow eyes. “You’ve learned to fly? You’ve also broken Gump’s transformation laws, and you’re young enough to terrify anyone.”

"But in my eyes, you are still just a gifted child."

You possess power, but lack ambition and vision. You have the power to control the world, yet you remain stuck here as a student.

"Ha!" He scoffed dismissively. "These dull wizards, they haven't even reached a tenth of what you've accomplished at your age. What do you expect them to teach you?"

"You're wasting your talent, your ability. You were born to rule others, not to coexist with these lowly mixed-race mud people!"

"Oh, so what?"

The light arrow continued to increase in brightness, and the magic in the air almost solidified into a physical form.

Voldemort clearly noticed this, but he didn't care at all.

Damon noticed his attitude and quietly stopped the infusion of magic into the light arrow.

"Work with me, Damon! I can give you half of the wizarding world!" the snake-man hissed, his two small arms outstretched. "You have enough wisdom, enough strength, and the potential to surpass many adult wizards. You no longer need to be subject to the rules of this world."

In that instant, he keenly sensed the presence hidden in the corner.

"Dumbledore, how much longer are you going to stand in the corner and listen?"

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A beam of white light emerged from the shadows in the corner, and Dumbledore appeared in the room, his expression serious.

"Call him out, then we can have a fair two-on-one fight, okay?"

"No, you won't! Damon White, I know what kind of person you are! With such talent and power, are you willing to forever be subordinate to Dumbledore and always do what he says?"
Look at this disgusting old man! He talks about love all the time, but he doesn't even have the courage to face me. He just sneaks around behind you and lets you lead the way!

He still doubts you; he doesn't trust you at all, kid. Do you dare say he's never tested you?

Dumbledore's expression became calmer, even though he had gripped his wand tightly.

Damon looked at Dumbledore and said sarcastically:

"Teacher, did you test me?"

All I can say is that I have never doubted that you are a good kid.

"Hahaha, here we go again! Good boy! Dumbledore, you're always so naive and disgusting!"

The snake-man hissed and looked at Damon again:

“You call him teacher? Don’t be fooled by him. He’s just using the guise of a teacher to supervise you, just like he did to me before—seemingly guiding you, but actually forcing you to follow the path he’s set for you.”

Why should I love and be affectionate with those weaker than me? Why can't I use my strength to subdue someone who has insulted me?
Love only makes people lose their sense of awe and become increasingly demanding; only fear can control the human heart!

Voldemort approached Damon step by step, and the surrounding air grew heavier and heavier.

"Damon White, give me your answer!"

Damon's expression shifted, he glanced at Dumbledore, then at the snake-man, and murmured:
"If I were to accept your invitation now, join you in defeating Dumbledore, and help you regain your body, perhaps the two of us could truly rule the wizarding world."

Compared to Dumbledore's restrictive approach, perhaps this is indeed a better choice.

The snake-man's mouth stretched into a smug grin. But what he didn't notice was that Dumbledore simply watched calmly, without a trace of distress.

“Very good, Damon, come to my side—”

"But—I refuse!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the beam of light in front of Damon instantly shot towards the target!

???

The snake-man's expression showed a hint of confusion, but it was quickly replaced by an even colder look!

"Killing Curse (Avada Kedavra)!"

The green death ray precisely met the light arrow. What should have been a devastating and devastating attack was continuously swallowed up by the green light and failed to achieve any effect whatsoever!

Watching the light arrow vanish along with the green light, Voldemort breathed a slight sigh of relief—as expected, using the Killing Curse to dispel the kid's attack spell worked, so there was nothing to worry about!

"Sorry, Voldemort, but I have a weakness for saying no to those who think they have the upper hand."

"How dare you mock me! Damon White, you will pay the price!"

"If you can do it, then give it a try, Tom."

Dumbledore took a step forward, wand in hand, and stood firmly beside Damon.

Voldemort's expression changed instantly—why was this old man going to attack right away?

"Professor, didn't you say you were going to be my assistant? Why are you going into battle all by yourself?"

“He has slandered me like that, how can I let my disciple fight this devil? I think we should attack together and take him down quickly, so that we might still be able to prepare for the Christmas banquet later.”

Dumbledore patted Damon on the shoulder, with Fawkes perched on his shoulder, acting as his eyes.

"Very well! Dumbledore, you are indeed more shameless than I imagined!"

The snake-man stared wide-eyed, never expecting things to turn out this way—his entire plan had been disrupted.

"Let's all come at once! It makes no difference to me anyway!"

Voldemort's expression turned ferocious as he began chanting the incantation without hesitation!
"Fiendfyre!"

"Phoenix Flame (Ignis Aeternus)!"

Blue flames and orange-yellow flames ignited in the air, instantly transforming into a vast blaze that exploded throughout the underground!

"boom!"

The entire Hogwarts Castle trembled violently, and to the astonishment of all the teachers and students, two beams of fire of different colors erupted from the ground and shot straight into the sky!
"This is... my God!"

Professor McGonagall's expression changed drastically. She immediately organized all the students to evacuate to the main gate, while she herself rushed to the interior of Hogwarts Castle—although because of Quidditch, there shouldn't be many students inside the castle at this time, she still needed to check quickly.

Thank goodness, the flames are now only shooting straight into the sky, showing no sign of shifting—otherwise, even a tiny touch of the raging fire could have killed a student.

Inside the underground chamber, the entire cavern trembled violently, and countless iron spikes emerged from all directions, biting directly at the snake-man before them!
The students who were trying to move above all fell to the ground due to the shaking. Only the Quidditch players with flying brooms managed to scoop them up and carry them to the entrance of the flying school.

"What on earth happened! Is it a locked room mystery?"

Harry, visibly shaken, carried Fenrir onto his flying broomstick and headed towards the gate.
Professor Lockhart actually possesses such power? Or has Voldemort truly returned?
(End of this chapter)