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However, Hermione isn't bad now. Having already lit up the Star Chart, she's a world away from her former self. This time, she'll definitely impress her enemies!

659 Dumbledore the Loser

Boom!

Inside the Tower of Paradise, dark green and dark purple beams of light continuously collided, and bursts of gas explosions rippled throughout the tower.

Dumbledore's hat had been knocked off at some point, leaving him looking rather disheveled. Across from him, Voldemort was in no better shape, his left shoulder torn to shreds, the exposed skin slightly charred.

The battle between the two men has obviously reached a fever pitch, and every move is fatal.

Jellal, who was shrouded in a forbidden magic ball, had no intention of taking action so far. He just started a live broadcast and watched as a spectator.

Curly-haired boy: Hey, hey, this Voldemort is no good! Even if he absorbed so many soul fragments, he can't defeat that old honey!

Foul-mouthed Man: That's right, it's too weak! Can a thing like that be called the Dark Lord? I think he should just stop using a wand and use an embroidery needle instead. It would be better to use that needle to sew his crotch.

Book artist: Pfft, what the hell is sewing the crotch?

Skirt-Lifting Maniac: Voldemort probably doesn't have that skill.

Scarlet Snake Fairy: That’s okay, Deadpool can teach you.

Foul-mouthed man: Yes, uncle, I can... Wait, what are you talking about, you red-faced guy? Uncle, I don't have this kind of skill. I am the kind of person who can sew crotches?

Fairy Chi Lian: Don’t be modest, it’s obvious that you are.

Book Artist: You obviously are.

Skirt Upskirt Maniac: You obviously are.

Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: You obviously are.

Foul-mouthed man in a suit: Damn it, shut up! This is slandering me!

The villains in Soul Society: Stop it, they seem to be preparing a big move.

buzzing.

There were waves of excitement in the air.

Visibly, the tips of Dumbledore's and Voldemort's wands glowed with dark purple and dark green light. However, these two rays of light did not condense into beams, but instead began to gradually expand.

Bang.

As if reaching a climax, the light from the tips of their wands shot out. In mid-air, deep purple and dark green collided, and the air emitted a dull "boom" sound.

With the point where the two people's magic collided as the axis, a huge ball of light condensed and took shape.

This ball of light was incredibly dazzling, illuminating the entire Paradise Tower. Its rays shot up into the sky, blazing upwards. It formed a halo around the entire Magic Tower, and immense magical power emanated wildly.

"What a surge of magical power!" Even Flitwick, already exhausted, couldn't help but sigh. Even within the Forbidden Magic Sphere, they could all feel the ripples of this magical power.

Bang.

Sirius Black, who was originally half-crouching on the ground and petrified, was blown away by the surging magic power and his body hit the stair railing behind him.

Peter Pettigrew tried to retreat in a panic, but it was too late. He was thrown off the ground and flew backwards.

The black crystal in his hand could not be controlled and fell to the ground with a "click".

call out.

The power of the Forbidden Magic Ball was instantly restrained, and the professors of Hogwarts escaped.

dong dong.

There were two more muffled sounds, and Dumbledore and Voldemort could no longer maintain their magic output, and they also fell to the ground limply.

"Yes, I'm sorry, Master!" Peter Pettigrew knelt on his knees, his face filled with fear. "I messed up, I'm sorry!"

"You damned incompetent bastard!" Voldemort struggled to his feet, his expression somewhat unpleasant. "I'm going to tear your tendons and skin you alive!" He said this, looking across at Dumbledore.

The old principal's condition was obviously worse than his, he was kneeling on one knee and gasping for breath.

Voldemort's mood brightened upon seeing this scene. He had finally won the battle. Wand in hand, he walked towards Dumbledore. "Oh, look! Our great Professor Dumbledore is like a stray dog with a broken leg."

"Tom..." Dumbledore, trying to hold on despite his exhausted body, slowly raised his head.

"Why, do you think you can fight back now?" Voldemort raised his wand and lashed Dumbledore with a curse.

Bang.

The old principal's body suddenly flew backwards and he vomited blood in mid-air.

"How weak!" Voldemort said with a smug smile. "The great Dumbledore is now as weak as an ant."

"stop!"

"Damn Voldemort!"

The Hogwarts professors were outraged at this scene, but with their magic drained, they were clearly unable to stop it. Gerard, the only one who could have stopped it, was still playing it safe.

"Oh, don't worry." Voldemort glanced at them with contempt and said lightly: "It will be your turn soon."

"Tom, what exactly do you want to do?" Dumbledore asked softly, lying on the ground in a mess.

"To become one with my true self, of course." Voldemort opened his arms and said loudly, "Harry Potter's soul contains the last fragment of me."

what?

The professors present were shocked. It turned out that Harry Potter was also a Horcrux?

"Look at you, look at you." Voldemort didn't continue to explain, and turned his gaze to the old headmaster in front of him again. "Poor Dumbledore, you know nothing about me. And not just me, you don't even know what your favorite student has done. How pitiful, so pitiful."

"At least Zikrein doesn't take pleasure in evil like you do." Dumbledore glanced at Gerard not far away and said in a firm tone.

His words were also agreed by the professors. At least so far, they could see that the young professor was on their side, even though the other party had built the Paradise Tower and indirectly helped Voldemort.

"Isn't it fun to be evil?"

Voldemort also looked at Gerald and said meaningfully, "Doesn't the power to tamper with souls belong to evil in your eyes? Don't lie to yourself, Dumbledore. You just don't want to admit your failure. Not only did your philosophy fail, but your education was also full of failures. You wanted to control everything, but in the end, everything went against your ideas."

"Dumbledore, you are a complete loser!"

A loser?

These three words startled Dumbledore, and he wilted like a frost-bitten eggplant. He found himself unable to refute the argument; he seemed truly a loser.

Since his sister's death due to negligence, many things he wanted to do have failed, including his expectations for Ziklein.

660 Hero Arrives

Lazy Little Kitten: His defense is broken, this Dumbledore is broken!

Everyone in the live broadcast room also saw the decadent expression of the old principal and felt a little surprised for a moment.

This was Dumbledore, after all.

The old headmaster who had ruled Hogwarts for decades, a well-deserved leader in the wizarding world, and a role model for white wizards. All these halos gave the old man in front of him a brilliant BUFF bonus.

Even the members of the chat group couldn't imagine that such a person could break through the defense.

Curly-haired boy: Humph, you deserve it.

Sakata Gintoki really felt that Dumbledore deserved it. He was very upset by the old man's desire to control everything.

Skirt Uplifter: Don't say that. At least he has good intentions for the entire wizarding world.

Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: Yes, but that's the wrong approach. People are independent individuals, possessing emotions and desires. They're not puppets that can be pulled up with strings, as he sees them.

Lin Fengjiao: Compared to Dumbledore, the White Lord, Voldemort, the Dark Lord, is even worse.

Shark-faced guy: That's true, all he wants is destruction.

Just as everyone in the live broadcast room was discussing Dumbledore's defense breakthrough, the light of Voldemort's wand lit up again.

"stop!"

"Voldemort, you damned bastard!"

"Magic, the Ministry of Magic will not let you go!"

"Ministry of Magic?" Voldemort didn't take the threats from the Hogwarts professors seriously, but Fudge's words made him turn away. "Ah, our dear Minister of Magic. What do you think the Ministry of Magic will do to keep me from leaving?"

Fudge was stunned, with a look of astonishment on his face.

He had never expected that Voldemort would come to him alone. He had only casually shouted a slogan to maintain his dignity as Minister of Magic. But why did he look at him?

Fudge was filled with fear, and his body was a little stiff. He was just a weak Minister of Magic, and facing a terrorist leader like Voldemort, he really felt uncomfortable.

Cold sweat slowly dripped from his forehead unconsciously.

The corners of Fudge's mouth twitched slightly, and he took a breath and said, "You...you'd better stop. My Aurors are on the way."

"Oh, enough is enough." Voldemort smiled softly and said, "Okay, as you wish."

Eh?

Not only Fudge, but all the professors at Hogwarts were stunned. Could Voldemort be so easy to talk to? Was he really willing to stop?

Avada Kedavra!

However, just as everyone was thinking, a dark green beam suddenly shot out. Fudge had no time to dodge and was hit instantly. His entire body fell backward, lifeless.

hiss.

The professors gasped, their faces blank. Although Fudge was indeed a very annoying Minister of Magic, seeing him die with their own eyes still made the professors shudder.

Madman! This Voldemort is indeed a madman! He was smiling at you one moment, and then he turned around and stabbed you!

"Ah, I seem to have forgotten to tell you." Staring at Fudge's corpse, Voldemort chuckled and said, "Your Aurors and Ministry bureaucrats have gone down to accompany you. It is my servants who are now in charge of the Ministry."

Upskirt Maniac: ???

Book Artist: Servants?

Curly: Could it be that the Death Eaters have already captured the Ministry of Magic?

Just when everyone in the live broadcast room was confused, the scene in front of them suddenly changed.

Inside the Ministry of Magic's office building, screams erupted. Dark green "Melon-Eating Curse" shone continuously, and one after another, the well-dressed Ministry members fell to the ground.

It was like a massacre. Faced with the sudden attack of the Death Eaters, the Ministry of Magic staff had almost no ability to resist.

Lazy Little Kitten: It’s true, Voldemort’s move is simply cutting off the source of his wealth.

Hatchet Girl: Strange, does he have such a brain?

Katsura Yanye didn't think Voldemort had such a strategic plan. In her mind, he was a complete lunatic and a terrorist. The fact that such a terrorist would resort to a diversionary strategy truly shocked her for the entire year.

Skirt-lifting maniac: Could this also be An Ransang’s plan?

This is an actor:? I have no grudge against the Ministry of Magic.

This wasn't his plan; at most, he simply didn't warn. The real mastermind behind this wave of attacks on the Ministry of Magic was Barty Crouch Jr., the son of Barty Crouch, the former Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

Although Barty Crouch Jr.'s strength wasn't great, his planning was indeed impressive. He could be considered a military strategist among the Death Eaters, and was very adept at using schemes and tricks.

The Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: Is the Ministry of Magic really going to be destroyed?

This is an actor: No, don't underestimate the Ministry of Magic's background. Besides, their existence is still somewhat useful.

In Jellal's eyes, the Ministry of Magic is corrupt but indispensable.

The Ministry of Magic existed like a government department in the Muggle world, and they were needed to enforce order and law. However, the attack on the Ministry of Magic was necessary, as the rotten abscess could only be removed by surgery.

Thinking of this, Jellal moved his mind again, and the picture in the live broadcast room turned to the Tower of Paradise again.

"Well, the annoying fly has gone to see the damned Merlin." Voldemort no longer paid attention to Fudge, who had turned into a corpse, and turned his gaze to Peter Pettigrew. "Next, it's time to replenish the magical power of your great master."

"Yes, yes..." Peter Pettigrew picked up the black crystal on the ground tremblingly, chanting a strange spell.

Visible to the naked eye, colorful spots of light drifted out from the surrounding elf crystals, enveloping Voldemort's entire body under an inexplicable pull.

The professors were all stunned by the bizarre scene before them, and their eyes turned to Gerard. What kind of horrible thing did you build? How can it replenish magic power instantly?

Jellal still had a blank expression on his face, looking indifferent.

"Oh, what a wonderful feeling." Voldemort breathed, pointing his wand at Dumbledore. "Are you ready, my dear Professor Dumbledore?"

silence.

At this moment, Dumbledore fell into complete silence, as if he was ready to face his own death.