Spellcasting Gods

If he hadn't viewed Tom Riddle as a potential threat from the beginning, but instead had shown him a little more affection and care, the outcome might have been quite different.

Interestingly, this stubborn old man never thought he was wrong and continued to use the same methods on Harry Potter.

However, the "savior" was clearly not as clever as Voldemort. If it weren't for Zhang Cheng's intervention, he would probably have been sold out and still be counting the money for the seller.

“But at least I won’t take other people’s lives as recklessly as you do,” Dumbledore retorted coldly.

"Hahahaha! That's right! You don't kill easily! But you like to interfere with and control other people's thoughts, even forcing them to follow the path you've planned. In my opinion, it's better to be killed than to live like that." Voldemort laughed and continued his sarcasm.

In the past, when he confronted Dumbledore directly, he would always be morally condemned. But now, having exposed Dumbledore's hypocritical mask and brought him to his own level, he immediately felt a joy and happiness that words could not describe.

Although this doesn't bring any more advantages, deep down I feel a strange sense of superiority.

"Alright, enough of this pointless chatter. In any case, we are all adults with our own understanding of life, the world, and values. Neither of us can be convinced by the other, so in the end, we'll have to use our strength to decide who's right and who's wrong. Dear Headmaster, are you ready for a fair magical duel with me?" Zhang Cheng took two steps forward, staring into the old man's incredibly sharp eyes.

Dumbledore stepped forward, raising his powerful Elder Wand, and replied expressionlessly, "You're right. Wizards ultimately prove themselves through strength. Decades ago, I defeated Gellert Grindelwald in a duel, and today I will defeat you and restore the British wizarding world to its former glory."

"Heh, empty words aren't like you. Besides, don't mistake me for any of your past enemies, because I'm fundamentally different from them..."

As the last word escaped his lips, Zhang Cheng bent down slightly, and thousands of arcane energy projectiles burst forth from his fingertips, surging towards the enemy like a tidal wave.

"Spellcasting without a wand?!" Dumbledore was clearly taken aback and quickly chanted the incantation, forming an oval-shaped, eggshell-like shield around his body.

moment!

The magic missiles rained down on it, splashing up clusters of dazzling violet light.

Before they were all exhausted, a blinding spear of light flew dozens of meters and pierced through the eggshell shield with a loud bang.

Fortunately, Dumbledore reacted quickly enough to Apparate and escape, otherwise he would have been blown to pieces.

Looking at the deep crater that had been blasted where he had just stood, a strong sense of dread appeared on his aged face. He narrowed his eyes and probed, "You can cast spells without incantations or wands?"

"That's right! Come on, let me see for myself what Albus Dumbledore, who is hailed as the strongest white wizard of our time, is really capable of."

After saying that, Zhang Cheng began to unleash a series of powerful offensive spells, forcing his opponent to constantly defend and dodge.

Before long, the old man's calm and composed demeanor vanished, replaced by utter shock. He seemed unable to believe that someone in the world could master so many spells he had never heard of before, and that they could bombard him with magic without any concern for mana consumption.

If it weren't for the Elder Wand, he didn't know how long he could have lasted.

On the other side, Voldemort's eyes were also wide open, staring intently at the fireballs, lightning bolts, acid arrows, and other powerful destructive spells that appeared out of nowhere. After a full six or seven minutes, he finally pursed his lips and muttered to himself, "No, this isn't some kind of wandless spellcasting; it's a completely different magical system. Unbelievable, utterly unbelievable..."

"What do you mean by different magic systems?" Harry Potter, standing to the side, subconsciously frowned.

"Ah! The famous Harry Potter! What, you don't want to kill me anymore?" Voldemort asked meaningfully.

Harry took a deep breath, suppressing the murderous intent surging within him, and gritted his teeth as he replied, "No! If I could, I would rather kill you right now. But my teacher told me that you are not a wizard who can be easily killed, so I will do as he said, kneel before you and swear allegiance until I gain enough power."

Voldemort nodded approvingly: "A wise choice! I never expected that someone as foolish and reckless as you would learn to be patient. But swearing allegiance isn't just about empty words; you need to demonstrate your abilities and value."

How can it be proven?

"It's simple! Go behind Dumbledore and deliver the fatal blow. He's already at his limit; he only needs a little extra interference to lose."

"You mean... you want me to ruin a fair duel?" Harry's face immediately turned ugly.

After all, magical duels are sacred in the eyes of wizards. Anyone who dares to break this established rule will immediately become the enemy of all wizards, or even the object of ridicule and mockery.

"Don't worry, there are only a few of us here. As long as we successfully kill Dumbledore, it won't get out," Voldemort whispered enticingly.

"Okay! I'll do it!"

After much hesitation, Harry Potter finally made up his mind, raised his wand and aimed it at Dumbledore, who was desperately defending himself with his superb protective spells, and shot out a blinding green beam.

Avada Kedavra!

"No!!!! Damn it! Potter! Do you know what you're doing?"

With an uncontrollable roar, Dumbledore's silver magical shield was shattered by the Killing Curse, exposing him directly to a barrage of fireballs...

Chapter 0787 Resurrection

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom...

Absolutely no surprises!

More than a dozen enormous fireballs, each a meter in diameter, exploded one after another less than a few centimeters from Dumbledore, and the heat waves they generated could be clearly felt even from dozens of meters away.

When the orange-red flames completely dissipated, only a large black patch remained on the ground, the traces left by something charred.

"He...he's dead?" Harry asked uncertainly.

“No! He didn’t die, he escaped.” Zhang Cheng shook his head, giving a negative answer.

As a butcher with blood on his hands, he could tell at a glance that the black things were just some charred clothes, without any bones or muscle tissue.

"Run away? How could that be!"

Just as Harry Potter was in a state of shock, a figure suddenly appeared out of thin air behind him, raised a wand and loudly chanted, "Avada Kedavra!"

moment!

The deadly green light struck the boy directly!

Before the Killing Curse could take effect, the ruby ​​ring on Harry's hand suddenly emitted a dazzling light, and a young girl suddenly appeared out of thin air in front of him, blocking the deadly Killing Curse for him.

In less than a second, the terrifying death energy took away all the life force from the body, turning it into a cold corpse.

Upon recognizing that familiar face, the "savior" broke down and screamed, "No!!!!!!!!! Why! Why!"

Clearly, the one killed by the Killing Curse was none other than his girlfriend, whom he was deeply in love with, and the ring was a birthday gift Zhang Qiu gave him this year.

Filled with a torrent of negative emotions—pain, sorrow, anger, and hatred—Harry slowly turned his head and saw the murderer's true face—Albus Dumbledore.

The old man was no longer as composed and wise as before; instead, he exuded a strong aura of danger, showing no remorse whatsoever even though he had killed the wrong person.

“I swear! You will pay for this! Albus Dumbledore! I will make you regret it! I will make you taste what it means to suffer excruciating pain!” Harry stood up and walked towards the other man step by step.

He was like a demon crawling out of hell, his facial expression extremely distorted, and he completely disregarded his own life and death.

As the saying goes, nothing is more impulsive and prone to losing one's rationality than a couple deeply in love.

But before the boy could launch an attack, the somewhat strange Albus Dumbledore let out a disdainful sneer and then vanished from the spot.

"Coward! Why are you running away? Come back! Come back and fight me! Are you afraid?"

Seeing his enemy escape so easily, Harry Potter instantly lost control of his emotions. He rushed forward like a madman, raising his wand and continuously firing powerful attack spells into the surrounding air until his magic was exhausted, at which point he collapsed to the ground and fell into a deep coma.

The shock he experienced today was too great for him.

First, he encountered the enemy who killed his biological parents, and then he witnessed his girlfriend die after taking a fatal blow for him. If one had to use a color to describe his ordeal, it would definitely be the darkest gray.

In contrast, Ron, who remained aloof throughout, showed no interest in getting involved and simply stood by and watched.

Just when he thought the danger had passed, Voldemort suddenly smiled and said, "My dear friend, may I ask who this child is? Don't tell me he's also your disciple."

“No, he’s just an interesting test subject, and also a little surprise for you. If you don’t mind, how about I preside over your resurrection ceremony?” Zhang Cheng glanced at Ron with a slightly amused look and offered his suggestion.

“Of course! It would be my honor!” Voldemort agreed without the slightest hesitation.

Since the servants had already prepared most of the necessary items for the magical ritual, Zhang Cheng lit the huge cauldron and softly chanted, "Father's bones, unintentionally donated, can bring your son back to life!"

Suddenly, a tombstone in the cemetery behind them cracked open, and a piece of decayed skull flew out and fell automatically into the boiling pot.

"The flesh of your servant, given voluntarily, can bring your master back to life."

The unfortunate man lying on the ground suddenly stood up, gripped a dagger tightly, gritted his teeth, and cut off his left hand.

"The blood of your enemy, if forced to be donated, can bring your opponent back to life."

With a few drops of blood falling from Harry Potter's finger, the liquid in the cauldron instantly turned a phantom white.

Normally, the magical ritual would end here, and Voldemort could be thrown into the cauldron to reshape his body and soul.

But Zhang Cheng was clearly not satisfied with the conventional approach. He poured the black solution from the glass container into the container and then beckoned to Ron: "Come here!"

"What do you need me to do?" the boy asked, looking puzzled.

"No, I don't need you to do anything. I want the power that is in your flesh and blood."

The words had barely left his mouth!

Zhang Cheng didn't give Ron any time to react. He raised the Supreme Authority and fired a scorching high-energy ray, severing Ron's left arm.

"Ah ...

Unfortunately, Zhang Cheng completely ignored him, tossed Voldemort into the pot, and laughed as he muttered to himself, "Now comes the moment to witness a miracle! Come on! Resurrect! The greatest dark wizard in the history of British magic!"

Thick plumes of black smoke billowed from the pot, along with a red liquid boiling like lava.

After about two or three minutes, all the violent activity seemed to disappear all at once, and even the thick black smoke gradually faded. Not long after, a thin figure finally walked out from inside.

Dark red skin, eyes that gleam with red light, even a pair of sharp, short horns on its forehead, golden sparks occasionally spitting from its flat nose, and long, thin hands and feet...

Everything proves that the Dark Lord, who once made countless people tremble, has returned.

"Ah! This feeling! This new body! It's so powerful! Please allow me to express my gratitude, my dear friend, I will remember everything you have done." Voldemort opened his arms and took a deep breath.

“No need to be polite. We are allies and share the same goal: to eliminate ordinary people and create a world entirely controlled by wizards.” Zhang Cheng smiled and handed over a black robe.

Voldemort took it and quickly put it on, nodding slightly: "Yes! I'm glad you share the same ambition as me! But before that, shouldn't we deal with this little mouse? If I remember correctly, he should be a Weasley child, and his parents are both staunch supporters of Dumbledore."

Chapter 0788 The Frog in the Well

"Deal with? Your choice of words is truly terrifying! But don't worry, he's different from his parents and siblings, and we have a little agreement between us." Zhang Cheng glanced meaningfully at the red-haired boy who had lost his left arm.

Clearly, Ron still had some value to him, so he was spared his life for the time being.

"In that case, let him sleep for a while." With that, the Dark Lord picked up his wand and shot out a beam of red light.

next second...

Poor Ron fell straight to the ground, snoring loudly, and at the same time, the bleeding from his wound stopped quickly and even began to slowly regenerate.

It must be said that Voldemort was indeed very skilled in necromancy, easily healing wounds that would take ordinary wizards several days to heal.

After he finished all this, he asked with a half-smile, "Tell me, my dear friend, who was that person who looked exactly like Dumbledore just now?"

"Oh? Why do you ask that?" Zhang Cheng blinked innocently.

“Heh, because I can sense that it’s not Dumbledore himself. Although they look very similar, almost like the same person, their temperaments are completely different. How should I put it? The real Dumbledore would never use the Killing Curse, because what he fears most is crossing the line into murder, fearing becoming like me.” Voldemort pursed his lips and explained the reason.

If we were to choose the person who knows Albus Dumbledore best in the world, excluding the previous Dark Lord—Gellert Grindelwald, it would be him.