Spellcasting Gods

While skillfully using protective magic to fend off the boy's frenzied attacks, Dumbledore tried to figure out what was going on.

It's worth noting that at the end of the previous semester, although the two had a major disagreement over their differing beliefs, and could even be said to have parted ways, it was far from the point of becoming bitter enemies.

But now, Harry Potter seems to have gone mad, repeatedly trying to trade his life for another's, completely disregarding his own life or death, as if he were the enemy who killed his parents.

"Shut up! It's none of your business!" The boy clearly wasn't going to waste any more words and raised his hand to unleash a devastating death curse.

Whether it was due to intense negative emotions or a mutation spurred by the power of creation, the power of his offensive spells far surpassed that of most people, especially necromancy-based killing magic like Avada Kedavra.

boom!

The green glow shattered Dumbledore's magical protection, and the shockwave from the explosion forced him to take several steps back before regaining his footing.

Seeing this, Voldemort, who was standing to the side, immediately burst into laughter and mocked, "Hahaha! How does it feel? You always say that justice will surely triumph over evil, and light will surely triumph over darkness! But now? You're being forced to retreat by a boy who embraces darkness! There has never been a distinction between justice and evil in this world, only victors and losers. Perhaps after I rule the wizarding world, I'll consider having someone write your biography, which will be called 'Dumbledore the Hypocrite'."

"Tom, have you now stooped so low as to hide behind a boy and spout nonsense?" The old man squinted, trying to provoke his real adversary.

"Don't rush, dear Dumbledore, we have plenty of time tonight. After all, it's always good to have an appetizer before the main course. Also, never underestimate Harry Potter, or you'll regret it..."

After saying that, Voldemort plopped down on the chair next to him, picked up the teapot, poured himself a cup of hot tea, and leisurely took a small sip.

Aberforth, who had already made up his mind to betray his brother, stepped forward and asked in a sorrowful tone, "Where is that Easterner? I have completed my task, and now it is time for him to fulfill his promise as well."

“Ah! I have a slightly different opinion on this matter.” Voldemort's lips curled into a slight smile. “I think you could do more, such as teaming up with Harry Potter to defeat Albus.”

“No! I refuse! This is not what we agreed on!” Aberforth roared angrily.

"Heh! Do you think you still have the right to negotiate? No, you have no right whatsoever. If you don't want your lovely sister to die, you'd better do as I say right now." Voldemort's eyes flashed with a terrifying red light.

Ever since witnessing Zhang Cheng's manipulative skills, he felt increasingly that his previous reliance on simple violence and fear to achieve his goals was utterly pathetic, and he couldn't help but want to try it himself.

"Damn it! You broke your promise!" Aberforth was trembling with rage, but dared not disobey the other party's orders. He turned around, drew his wand, and joined the battle.

After all, once you take the first step in betrayal, the psychological barriers to the second and third steps become much smaller.

Seeing his own brother become his enemy, one can imagine the rage in Albus's heart; the flames shooting from his eyes could almost melt steel.

The problem is that, whether out of kinship or reason, he cannot bring himself to kill the two people in front of him. So he can only rely on the power of the Elder Wand to continuously release non-lethal spells and defeat them as soon as possible.

Voldemort smiled gleefully as he watched his nemesis struggle to vent his anger.

Just as he was about to continue provoking Dumbledore with words, a white light suddenly flashed through the air, followed by a portal tearing through space.

next second...

Zhang Cheng walked out from the other side of the door and said in a deliberately surprised tone, "Good heavens! I thought I was going to miss this great show, but I finally made it."

“My dear friend, you’ve come at just the right time. The show is just beginning. Here, have a cup of hot tea and enjoy the process.” With that, Voldemort poured another cup of tea and handed it to him.

"Thank you!" Zhang Cheng said politely before beginning to survey his surroundings.

Clearly, the Death Eaters, as the attacking side, have firmly grasped the situation, compressing the members of the Order of the Phoenix into a very small space. If nothing unexpected happens, victory is only a matter of time. The only variable right now is Albus Dumbledore.

As an old fox who has lived for over a hundred years, he is hailed as one of the two most powerful wizards in the world today, and no one knows what kind of trump cards he is hiding.

This is why Voldemort was reluctant to personally intervene.

In any case, magic is a highly unpredictable thing, and no one can be sure what incredible things might happen before the battle ends.

The most typical example of what not to do is when Voldemort invaded the Potter family, he unexpectedly fell at the feet of a newborn baby.

Spells, especially ancient spells that require self-sacrifice, often attract and trigger extremely powerful forces.

Having learned his lesson the hard way, he wasn't sure if Dumbledore would take him down with him before he died, so he was unwilling to take the risk lightly.

Having figured this out, Zhang Cheng subtly touched the magic ring on his finger.

The crystal-clear diamond flashed with a barely perceptible light before quickly returning to normal, attracting no one's attention whatsoever.

After about two or three minutes, Voldemort suddenly asked without warning, "How are things going in America?"

“It’s all set! We now have the button to restart the world in our hands! Just nod your head, and we can kill over 90 percent of the ordinary people on this planet.” Zhang Cheng replied without hesitation.

"Is that so? That's wonderful. My dear Dumbledore, you may not know this, but we have gained control of something called nuclear weapons in the ordinary human world. It can destroy all densely populated cities within hours, and billions of people will die in this catastrophe..."

In order to force the enemy to reveal their hand as soon as possible, Voldemort deliberately exposed the plan for the two of them to destroy the world together.

He believed that given Albus Dumbledore's personality, upon hearing this plan, he would be enraged and completely abandon his last shred of reason, willing to risk his life to prevent the disaster from happening.

Chapter 0796 Friends Turn Against Each Other, Father and Son Become Enemies

"You bastard! Are you insane? How could you do such a thing! You'll destroy the world!"

As expected, when Albus Dumbledore heard that Voldemort was going to destroy the world, he finally realized the seriousness of the situation and immediately used one hundred percent of the power of the Elder Wand, defeating Harry Potter and his brother in just a few seconds.

In particular, several powerful chain spells are truly eye-catching, giving opponents almost no time to react.

Clearly, time and aging have not diminished his magical powers; it's just that he's reluctant to reveal his strength unless absolutely necessary.

While great power can earn awe and respect, it inevitably brings some side effects. For example, being elevated to a high position by ordinary people, completely isolated from the lower classes, and no longer able to understand their true thoughts like a friend.

This is precisely the outcome that Dumbledore least wanted.

To some extent, although human society has been constantly advocating freedom and equality, it still maintains a strict class system in essence. No matter what kind of national system it is, it is composed of two parts: the ruling class and the ruled class. Only a fool would believe that the former would serve the latter.

On the contrary, everything that rulers do for the ruled is actually to alleviate contradictions, maintain the stability of their own rule, and ensure that the latter will never rebel or launch an uprising to overthrow the existing regime.

Albus Dumbledore understood this very well, so he always placed himself in a very special position, neither getting too close to the bureaucrats of the Ministry of Magic nor creating a strong sense of distance.

Rather than displaying power, he prefers to influence others in a different way.

"Aha! Look! This is your true self, hidden behind your mask of hypocrisy!"

Seeing that the pawns he had sent out to test the waters had fallen, Voldemort finally stood up and joined the war that would determine the fate of the human world.

Unfortunately, Dumbledore had realized that no amount of talking would change anything at this point, and the only thing that could change the situation was the Elder Wand in his hand, one of the Deathly Hallows.

The two stared into each other's eyes, a battle about to erupt...

But before any of them could launch the first attack, two figures suddenly rushed in from outside in the pouring rain. It was Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley.

Without any hesitation, the former rushed to Zhang Cheng, stood on tiptoe, and gave him a passionate kiss. A full minute later, he said breathlessly, "Everything is ready as you requested."

“Well done, you’re more capable than I thought. Now, it’s time to reveal the final mystery and let these poor guys know exactly why they lost.” With that, Zhang Cheng’s eyes flashed with undisguised malice, and he casually pushed the girl away from his arms.

He gently patted Ron on the shoulder and asked with a half-smile, "Do you remember our promise?"

"Of course!" The boy looked up, his face full of anticipation.

Zhang Cheng nodded in satisfaction: "Great! Now go do what you need to do, and I guarantee you'll get what you want soon."

“Damn it! Ron! What’s going on?” Arthur Weasley yelled.

As a staunch supporter of Dumbledore, he couldn't believe that his youngest son had sided with the enemy and seemed to have made some kind of shady deal.

“Dad, have you finally remembered that I’m your son?” Ron’s tone was full of sarcasm.

"Ron! Watch your attitude! He's your father!" Molly, as the mother, sensed something was wrong and immediately scolded him loudly.

"Hahahaha! You only ever have eyes for capable Bill! Excellent Percy! Mischievous Fred and George Weasley! When have you ever paid any attention to me? Even Ginny gets far more love than I do! That's right! I overheard your conversation and then told someone else where this place is!"

With unrestrained laughter, Ron finally vented all the pent-up frustration he had accumulated over the years.

envy!

Intense jealousy!

As the saying goes, there is no harm without comparison.

Compared to his siblings, he was undoubtedly the one most easily overlooked. If he hadn't become friends with Harry Potter in his first year, probably no one would remember the name Ron Weasley.

"You...you bastard, do you know what you've done? I'm going to beat you to death!" Arthur was clearly unable to accept this fact, and swung his fist to smash it into his youngest son's face.

Before he could even get close, Ron's arm suddenly mutated, easily catching the fist. He sneered, "Save your energy, Dad. I'm not the same person I used to be. You're no match for me. Get out of my way, I have work to do."

The words had barely left his mouth!

He forcefully swung his thick, mutated arm, throwing Arthur into a corner. Then, with lightning speed, he grabbed Minerva McGonagall and said in a completely emotionless tone, "Sorry, Professor, say goodbye to this world."

"No!!!!!!!!! Stop! Don't do this!" Molly screamed frantically.

Click!

Ignoring his mother's violent reaction, the boy snapped Minerva McGonagall's neck.

clap clap clap...

“Excellent! I’m very satisfied with your performance, Ron. In return, your parents can survive this war. Of course, that is, some of their memories need to be erased.” Zhang Cheng clapped and praised with a smile.

Friends turn against each other, father and son become enemies.

For some reason, this kind of thing that completely brings out the dark side of human nature gives him an addictive feeling that he can't stop.

"Thank you!" Ron bowed slightly, then immediately pulled out his wand and pointed it at his parents. "Forget everything!"

moment!

Two beams of light struck Arthur and Molly's eyes, instantly plunging them into a daze. It took them a while to regain their senses, and they looked around with puzzled eyes, clearly unable to remember many things.

At the same time, Harry Potter, who had just been knocked down, woke up from his unconsciousness, quickly picked up his wand, stared at Dumbledore, who was fighting Voldemort, with a venomous look, and then seized an opening, his face contorted as he uttered a deadly spell: "Ice Piercer!"

boom!

The giant ice ball suddenly exploded beneath the old man's feet, freezing his feet in place so he couldn't move at all.

Normally, this little problem could be solved with just a little time.

The question is, will the enemy give him that much time?

the answer is negative!

Voldemort seized the opportunity, transforming his wand into a sharp black sword, which he plunged into his chest with a soft thud…

Chapter 0797 You Are All Pawns

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Crimson blood quickly soaked through large patches of clothing, and the tip of the sword stolen from his back dripped continuously.

Without a doubt, this blow pierced Albus Dumbledore's heart.