Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 405, 399. The Perfectly Calculated Lord Fudge!

"Dumbledore, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be here?"

Voldemort's eyes were fixed on Dumbledore, as if he wanted to devour him.

"Should it be in France?"

A calm female voice interrupted Voldemort: "Mr. Dumbledore, the reason I'm here is, of course, to wait for you, to wait for your arrival."

"Borns! Were you plotting against me?"

Voldemort narrowed his eyes, looking at the woman who was staring at him defiantly. She truly was a rising star of the Burns family, with outstanding individuals emerging one after another. He was determined to slaughter all the wizards in this family.

"No! I didn't design all of this."

Amelia smiled mysteriously: "He's a wizard you look down on."

Voldemort was slightly taken aback.

Do you look down on them?

Upon hearing Amelia's words, an absurd thought popped into Voldemort's mind.

"That's right!"

"This was all part of Minister Fauci's plan."

Percy also stepped out from the crowd and shouted.

Fudge? You're kidding.

"I'm sorry," Voldemort replied, of course, not believing him. "The Fudge you're talking about has just been killed by me."

Fudge was killed by himself; he killed himself.

He wanted to demoralize the group.

Unexpectedly, Percy immediately retorted, "Are you sure the person who died was Minister Fudge?"

Voldemort was slightly taken aback; the other party's answer was unexpected.

He had indeed never met Fudge, nor had he confirmed the other's identity.

Percy continued, "That was just a stand-in."

"He knew you would rescue the Death Eaters, he knew you would come in person, and he knew you wanted something from the Ministry of Magic."

"The series of events, including the attack on Ms. Burns due to her disagreement with Professor Dumbledore, and the arrangement of the Carol siblings to go to Carol Manor."

Percy said with a devout expression, "It's all under his control."

"Cowardice is just a facade. You've clearly fallen for it, just like everyone else."

"This is our meticulously planned Lord Fudge!"

substitute?

The sheer volume of information left Voldemort's mind a bit confused, but he managed to "figure it out" in a very short time.

The "Fudge" was a fake from the beginning, just to lure him out.

Voldemort thought bitterly.

In short, I realized that I had been tricked by a seemingly idiotic guy.

He's been allied with Dumbledore from the very beginning!!!

I thought the other person was an idiot, but it turns out the real idiot was...

"Dark Lord, you've been tricked, hahaha."

Scrimgeour shouted in agreement, "Aurors, take the potion! Today, together with Mr. Dumbledore, we'll defeat the Dark Lord!"

Morale is at an all-time high.

The Death Eaters were intimidated by their imposing presence and felt somewhat afraid.

"Get rid of me?!" Voldemort sneered, casually waving his wand, and the demonic flames, said to come from hell and capable of burning everything, appeared out of thin air.

The demonic flames transformed into countless fire serpents that swept towards the surrounding Aurors. Even a tiny touch of this terrifying flame would burn a person to ashes and drag them into eternal damnation. Many wizards were caught in the blaze and perished in the inferno. The intense heat caused the surrounding space to gradually distort.

Voldemort waved his wand again, and the fire snakes regrouped into a terrifying giant serpent of fire.

Transfiguration Spell + Fiendfyre Spell: a combined high-level spell.

However, although this ball of fire was enormous and powerful, its color was bright red.

"What's the panic?" Scrimgeour roared, directing the Aurors to retaliate: "Use water! Put it out!"

So they joined forces and used the Clear Spring Water and the Freezing Spell, but unfortunately they were instantly vaporized before they even touched the Fiery Blaze.

The raging fire was no ordinary flame and could not be extinguished by normal means.

With just one hand, Voldemort easily subdued the group of Aurors who had drunk the potion.

So what if I have incredible speed and immense strength? What if I can't get close enough to launch an ineffective attack? And what if you guess all my moves correctly?

If you can't defeat me, then it's all fake, all a waste of effort.

"A bunch of useless trash."

Voldemort's face was full of contempt. He wasn't worried about how many of these useless Aurors came, and he wouldn't be afraid even if he was tricked a hundred times more.

"You think you can keep me here with just these people?"

The Death Eaters behind him laughed and echoed his sentiments, while the Aurors, led by Scrimgeour, were ashen-faced but helpless.

"I knew this would happen."

Amelia turned slightly to reveal Dumbledore.

"Professor Dumbledore, I need your help."

Dumbledore nodded and stepped forward. Without hesitation, he took out the Elder Wand, one of the legendary Three Holy Relics of the Deathly Hallows.

He decisively intervened when Voldemort manipulated the Fiery Serpent to attack the other Aurors.

He pointed to the side, and one after another, azure water spheres appeared. They were both clear as spring water, but the way they were used by Dumbledore and the Aurors were completely different.

Water spheres landed one after another on the Fiery Serpent, and although the serpent's movements slowed down, it still didn't have much of an impact.

"Water cannot extinguish a raging fire!"

Voldemort let out a mocking laugh, as if laughing at Dumbledore's choice.

Dumbledore, however, paid no heed. He knew, of course, that water could not extinguish Fiendfire. He knew a master who was an expert in using the Fiendfire Charm, and his purpose in doing this was not to extinguish the Fiendfire.

The Elder Wand pointed at the Fiery Serpent, and the serpent, as if attacked by an unseen force, instantly disintegrated into a shower of fireworks, leaving countless Aurors helpless.

Voldemort's laughter abruptly stopped; he clearly hadn't expected Dumbledore to so easily dispel his magic.

Although he himself could also remove the Fiend Curse from the other party, it would definitely not be as easy as it was for Dumbledore.

Dumbledore was able to achieve this level of skill thanks to the Elder Wand.

The Elder Wand is known as the strongest wand not only because it can provide its user with great power, but also because it can decipher spells, neutralizing even the most powerful ones.

This combination of offense and defense grants the Elder Wand's owner the ability to be "invincible in every battle."

Dumbledore gave Voldemort no chance to catch his breath, unleashing a scorching red spell. Voldemort hurriedly tried to block it with his own spell, the red and green colors intertwining. However, he only managed to block it for a moment before realizing something was wrong with the spell. He then guided the spell to the sides, where other Death Eaters stood.

The two Death Eaters were pitiful; they didn't die at the hands of the Aurors, but were killed by their own master.

Voldemort finally realized something, and his gaze fell on Dumbledore's hand, or more precisely, on the wand in Dumbledore's hand.

A glint of greed flashed in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)