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Chapter 180: Voldemort (Part 3)
🕑 Added 2025-06-06 12:30:02 +0000 UTCThe pale golden phoenix grew increasingly vivid as Noah continued pouring magic into it.
Of course, some Death Eaters noticed Noahâs actions. Those who recognized him hesitated slightly, but the ones unfamiliar with him didnât hesitate to use black magic against him.
Some, seeing what he was doing, didnât care who he wasâjust kill him first!
Professor Dumbledore had his eyes on Noah the entire time, shielding him from any incoming spells.
Thanks to that, Noah didnât have to divide his attention to create a defense.
Otherwise, in his current state, he had zero defenses. It wasnât just about whether the spell would succeedâif it did, heâd still be on the verge of collapse. His actions were undeniably reckless.
âMagicians really are aggro magnets. You always need a tank up front to absorb the heat. Otherwise, youâre just born with a face that screams âtarget me,ââ Noah muttered under his breath.
But now, his magic was complete.
The golden phoenix let out a long, piercing cry, spread its blazing wings, and soared low over the battlefield. Its thick flames and radiant golden feathers swept across the field like a tidal wave of fire.
Fire, in itself, was already terrifying magic. Back in seventh year, Goyleâs wild Fiendfyre had nearly burned Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Draco alive.
But Goyle couldnât control itâand that cost him his life.
Noah was no Goyle. He didnât use unstable magic like Fiendfyre.
Elemental magic was a favorite among academy magiciansânot just for its power, but because it was gentle, stable, and easier to control.
Under Noahâs guidance, and with the Death Eaters right in the phoenixâs path, the flaming creature erupted with devastating force!
Those too close were reduced to ash, while everything it touched burned in raging golden fire.
The members of the Order of the Phoenix were positioned mostly on the outer edgesâexcept for Snape and Dumbledore. But Noah ensured the phoenix didnât come near them.
So, the Order remained largely unaffected. The Death Eaters, however, were not so lucky.
They may have had the numbers, but they were now the ones surrounded. Even though there were only three people in front of them (Harry was completely ignored), each one was a formidable force.
Behind them stood a group of skilled magicians. Their numbers were small, but their magical prowess wasnât. And worst of allâthere was a fire phoenix tearing through their ranks.
Their faith in Voldemort was faltering. Snape was fighting him toe-to-toe, and Dumbledore was present too. Many Death Eaters suddenly realized:
They might not make it out of this.
âAre we really going to lose here?â
âDamn it! The Dark Lord will not fall!â
âDeal with these pests fast! Then we help the Dark Lordâwe can still survive this!â
âDonât panic! Thereâs only a few of them!â
Chaos erupted. Panic and bravado clashed among the Death Eaters. Their voices were loud, disorganized.
But one thing was clearâwhile some had begun to doubt, most still believed Voldemort was invincible.
They thought: Once he defeats Snape, and deals with the old man Dumbledore, everything will be fine.
What they didnât realize was that Voldemort was barely holding his ground against Snape. Dumbledore hadnât even stepped in yet. And they themselves were beginning to collapse.
Noahâs fire phoenix wasnât some out-of-control Fiendfyre. It was elemental magicâmore powerful, yet easier to control.
Every flap of the phoenixâs wings turned multiple weaker Death Eaters to ash. Those who managed to resist still suffered badly.
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âI never imagined that beneath your mask of obedience lies such treachery. Severus Snape... youâve truly surprised me.â
Voldemort was furious. Truly, deeply furious.
Especially nowâhis condition was deteriorating, Snape had somehow grown stronger, and heâd heard his Horcruxes had been destroyed.
How could he not be enraged?
As for the Death Eaters?
Honestly, Voldemort didnât care. Sure, there was some disappointmentâbut they were just tools. If they died, so be it.
Snape? He was just a useful spy. Nothing more.
But betrayal? From someone he trusted? That cut deeper than any wand.
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âThe moment you chose to kill the Boy Who Lived, I had already sided with Dumbledore. And when you murdered the woman I lovedâjust to fulfill a ridiculous prophecyâI swore revenge!â
Professor Snape calmly deflected another of Voldemortâs Unforgivable Curses with Divine Sharpness, his expression unwavering as he explained his betrayal.
But while he spoke, his wand never slowed. Spell after powerful spell burst from his hand, unrelenting and precise.
He wasnât just holding his ownâhe was overpowering Voldemort.
The Dark Lord was weak, and Snape knew why. In many ways, he had caused this downfall.
But he wasnât about to lower his guard. Voldemortâs name wasnât feared for nothing.
âOh? Your beloved? Who?â Voldemort spat, dodging againâbut he was clearly fatigued.
He had fought for too long. His resurrection was incomplete. His Horcruxes were gone. His body, mind, and magic were in disarray.
This wasnât the Voldemort who had once terrorized the wizarding world. He was a shadow of that power.
Snape, however, was still at full strength. And relentless.
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âLily. To be precise, Lily PotterâHarry Potterâs mother! Do you remember that night? You murdered her! You killed her without hesitation!â
Snapeâs emotions surged. His attacks grew faster, more vicious. Voldemort was barely hanging on!
After dodging yet another invisible strike, Snape stopped holding backâhe even invoked elemental magic he had only recently learned.
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âWhat? Elemental magic? Youâve really gained a lot, Severus. But all thisâfor a woman?â
âShe wasnât just a womanâshe was the love of my life! And you stole her from me!â
Voldemort was stunned. Was that really the reason for all this?
Snapeâs burning vengeanceâwas for unrequited love?
He couldnât believe it. How absurd.
Especially since Lily was a Gryffindor. Someone elseâs wife.
He had killed her himself. He remembered her well. But he had never understood such emotion.
He ruled the wizarding world. He sought to purge Muggles. Why would anyone throw that away... for love?
He simply couldnât comprehend it.
Not anymore.
He was exhausted, his spells growing sluggish, Snape overwhelming him with rhythm and force.
Around them, Death Eaters screamed. Some surrendered. Voldemort felt the horrifying possibility clawing at him.
Am I going to lose?
âNo! I wonât lose! I canât lose! As long as Nagini lives, I will return!â
Gripping onto this thought, Voldemort forced himself to retaliate. He spent his last reserves of magic to cast a spellâon Nagini!
Apparition. His final card.
As the spell activated, a sharp pain tore through his chest.
Black magic exploded inside himâwild, corrosive, uncontrolled.
His body began to rebel.
Breathing hard, Voldemort fell slowly to his knees. He looked up with a twisted smile as Snape approached with his wand drawn.
âExcellent magic, Severus. Truly powerful. So... how does revenge feel?â
Voldemortâs face, pale and distorted, seemed almost serene in its madness.
âNot as satisfying as I imagined... but not disappointing either. You must die,â Snape replied coldly.
He could tellâVoldemort was at his end.
âOh, really? Then let me tell you... I will return. Because I am eternalââ
âExcuse me... are you seriously farting right now?â
A young voice cut in before Voldemort could finish.
It was rude. Blunt. Insulting.
But Voldemort didnât react in anger. He turned slowly... and recognized the speaker.
The young man whoâd come with Dumbledore.
The same one whoâd unleashed devastating magic earlier, wiping out entire squadrons of Death Eaters.
He was Kamar-Tajâs chosen.
Even soâVoldemort grinned. So what if the boy had power? He still believed:
I will return. Becauseâ
But in the next instant, Voldemortâs eyes went wideâ
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