Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 134 Before the Storm

The underground battle lasted only a very short time.

Voldemort was no match for Dumbledore in a direct confrontation, not to mention the presence of a Charms Transformation Master with a severe imbalance of abilities and astonishing individual killing power.

As the Fiendfire and the Phoenix Flame collided, the entire underground chamber instantly awoke. Countless sharp blades pierced Voldemort, while the magic power of the entire chamber, along with that of the castle above, was violently stirred up by Damon!

Hogwarts already had an alchemical barrier that prevented Apparition from manifesting. The barrier had been slightly weakened after being breached by two powerful flames, but Damon intervened and further disrupted the already chaotic magic, making it impossible for anyone to Apparate under these circumstances for the time being.

Just kidding, they've teamed up as a powerful 2v1 team. If they still let Voldemort escape because of carelessness, then he'd really have to wonder if Voldemort has a protagonist's halo.

Sensing what Damon had done, Dumbledore's face showed relief, while Voldemort, who had broken free of his restraints using his fire shield, looked even uglier.

"You think I'd run away!" Although that was his original plan.

"This body wasn't going to last much longer anyway. You think you can kill me? I'm immortal!"

"You are the ones who should die!"

He waved his wand, and Fiendfyre, which was still locked in a stalemate with the phoenix flames, rapidly transformed into countless giant snakes, attempting to forcefully penetrate the barrier of flames and attack Damon.

At the same time, the green death ray shot out from the tip of his wand again, so fast that ordinary people could not react at all. Dumbledore tried to block it with his Transfiguration spell at the first moment, but found that Damon was even faster than him. This may not be a good thing. The two of them were applying Transfiguration to the same thing at the same time. If they did not both have a clear understanding of the control of magic, this Transfiguration would probably end in failure.

Damon's mind worked quickly—Dumbledore could definitely defend against Voldemort's attack, although he was confident he could, but there was no need to gamble at this moment. They only needed one person to focus on defense and the other on attack.

In that case
"Professor, the defense work is now in your hands."

He stopped using the Transfiguration spell, and the white arrows of light reappeared, but this time, there were far more than just one arrow; they were densely packed and constantly appeared around him.

'Sagitta Divinus-Pluvia'

Dumbledore quickly grasped Damon's intentions and focused his attention on using shapeshifters to block the Killing Curse and dealing with Voldemort's defenses.

The next moment, three beams of light pierced through the oncoming Fiery Serpent with a deafening roar. The powerful kinetic energy directly reversed the flames, and the Fiery Serpent was extinguished when one of the blood-red spears struck it—it had actually managed to disintegrate part of the inextinguishable Fiery Serpent!
The three noticed this at the same time, but no one had time to be amazed. Voldemort had experienced this tricky move from Quirrell before. During his time wandering in Albania, he thought most about how to counter this move!
Countless giant snakes emerged from the ground, leaping up one after another in an attempt to swallow the divine spear whole and then explode it.

After three cycles, the power of the three divine spears had been weakened by more than half, leaving only a trace of residual force to pierce Voldemort's face—and explode.

With that kind of power, it probably wouldn't even be able to penetrate a fire shield's defense.
Voldemort stared blankly down, discovering that a beam of light had pierced his left shoulder, and half of his body had been blasted away—yes, the other two beams of light had indeed been blocked, but this one... it completely ignored his defenses—why? It wasn't a killing curse, so why could it ignore his defenses?
Lockhart felt his life force draining away, and his control over his body was rapidly decreasing. He knew Lockhart was about to wake up in the next second!
"Damon White, don't think you've won! I am immortal! Next time! When the Great Dark Lord returns, it will be your fourth term!"

Blood flowed from the snake-man's orange-yellow eyes, and the blood ignited instantly—the snake-man's entire body burst into flames. Blue flames used his body as fuel, unleashing unprecedented power, even surpassing the inextinguishable phoenix fire for a moment!
"Let's die together!" Boom!
The entire sealed room exploded!

"Damon, let's do it together!"

Dumbledore slammed his wand-wielding hands down to the ground! Damon transformed the remaining hundred or so beams of light around him into a magic-dispelling spear, blocking the incoming flames. At the same time, he twirled his wand in his hand and then plunged it into the ground!
"All curses are final!"

"All curses are final!"

The ultimate antidote, cast jointly by two of the world's most powerful wizards, is so powerful that it's even suspected that the legendary, unbreakable death curse would pale in comparison.
The raging flames, under Dumbledore's control, transformed into a straight pillar of fire that shot into the sky, harming no one, and were eventually extinguished by the two breaking the curse.

The next moment, the two of them flashed into the air and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there was no Fiend Curse magic floating in the air.

The two exchanged a glance, smiled slightly, and remained silent.

Two consecutive towering pillars of fire could not deter those who were watching closely—all the wizards of Hogsmeade Village discovered the truth behind the pillars of fire—it was Fiendfyre and Dumbledore's flames.

Who did he fight on campus to this point?
The news spread throughout Britain with each owl, and even reached the wizarding world of other countries—regarding Dumbledore's two enemies, anyone who lived through that era would never want to experience it again!
Just as Dumbledore and Damon had begun to calculate, they had made a big splash—although it was a far cry from their original plan.

Before the storm hit outside the school, the old man and the young man, who had just survived a great battle, sat together in Dumbledore's office drinking lemon tea—isolated from all outsiders.

"What do we do now? Things have really gotten out of hand."

Damon took a sip of his black tea, his expression calm.

Dumbledore also took a sip, looking somewhat melancholy, though he felt quite comfortable now—after the three-on-one battle, he discovered that Damon was far more magnanimous and powerful than he had imagined.

He no longer worried about whether the child would follow Voldemort's path—as for the other's style of doing things, he was still alive and would guide him slowly over time.

"Before discussing these matters, I would like to offer you a sincere apology."

Dumbledore looked at Damon, his eyes filled with guilt.

"Like Tom said, I didn't completely trust you at first and did some tests that were never comfortable for me. But there was a reason for that, although it sounds more like an excuse, I still want to tell you."

(End of this chapter)