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Chapter 179: Voldemort (Part 2)
🕑 Added 2025-06-05 13:20:17 +0000 UTC"Long time no see, Professor Dumbledore." Voldemort sounded slightly confused at first, but he quickly calmed down.
His expression was composed, even smiling—but the magic he just witnessed had deeply shocked him.
He wasn’t a fool. He understood perfectly well what the magic of Kamar-Taj represented. What puzzled him was why Dumbledore was connected to it.
"It has been a long time, Tom," Dumbledore nodded calmly. "You’ve changed quite a bit—not just your hair, but your nose too."
"You've changed too. You look much older now... and I could smell the rot on you from quite a distance," Voldemort sneered. "I didn’t expect you to have ties to the Holy Land of Magic. Truly unbelievable."
"I’m not so lucky, Tom," Dumbledore replied with a slight shake of his head. "It’s not me—it's my student. A new student this year."
"Oh? Really? Which family is he from?" Voldemort frowned.
"He’s a gifted magician born of Muggles, Tom. I’ve told you time and again—your ideology is far too dangerous. I’ve always said so."
"Hmph! Spare me the lecture, Dumbledore! Can't you see who stands behind me? Salazar Slytherin’s noble cause is the correct path! And since you’ve made it clear you have no connection with Kamar-Taj... then you can die!"
Having said his piece, Voldemort’s patience ran dry. He raised his wand and unleashed a powerful surge of magic!
A terrifying green light shot from the tip of his wand—
"Avada Kedavra!"
"Protego Maxima!"
Dumbledore was ready. It was almost as if he had expected the attack, responding immediately with a powerful defensive charm.
Interestingly, he didn’t retaliate with destructive magic but opted instead for a defensive spell to neutralize Voldemort’s assault.
The speed with which they both reacted was staggering, bordering on the supernatural.
Noah observed in awe. Power-wise, he might match them—but in speed and efficiency, he was clearly outclassed. Even his magic consumption would be far greater than theirs.
There was no doubt: the power of a fifth or sixth-level magician was far beyond his current fourth-level strength.
And the sixth-level... it was on an entirely different scale.
Dumbledore not only deflected Voldemort’s Killing Curse but simultaneously withstood attacks from multiple Death Eaters joining in from all directions!
Yet, not a trace of magic power leaked out. No damage, no disturbance within their barrier—despite the surrounding area being blasted apart by the intensity of the spells.
Within the chaos, Dumbledore and Noah stood untouched. Somehow, amidst it all, Professor Dumbledore had even managed to rescue Harry Potter from the statue—without anyone noticing.
"What’s the matter, Dumbledore? Are you only planning to defend?" Voldemort roared, unleashing another Killing Curse at Dumbledore’s defense without hesitation. He didn’t care if his spell harmed fellow Death Eaters.
"Your opponent isn’t Albus, Voldemort."
A cold, angry voice cut through the air.
Suddenly, countless terrifying magical blasts rained down on the battlefield!
Many of the lesser Death Eaters didn’t even have time to react—blown away instantly. The more experienced among them realized far too late that they had walked into an ambush.
"All Prohibited."
Just as the battle was about to explode into chaos, Dumbledore raised his wand again—and everything stopped.
All of the Death Eaters were frozen in place.
Most astonishing of all—even Voldemort was paralyzed mid-motion!
"How... how could this be?!" Voldemort was truly stunned. Never in his wildest thoughts did he expect to be frozen by a mass imprisonment spell from Dumbledore!
Had it been a single-target spell while he was distracted, he might’ve understood. But this was a group spell—and he had been fully alert.
The terrifying realization hit him: Had Albus Dumbledore, once his Transfiguration professor and now Hogwarts Headmaster, surpassed him completely in magical power?
No! Impossible! Could he actually lose to this man?
Voldemort’s heart was in turmoil. He couldn’t accept it.
Was it possible that Dumbledore had received the blessing of Kamar-Taj too?
Why? Why him?!
"Tom... I’m sorry. You probably won’t defeat me today," Dumbledore said solemnly. "But I did promise someone—they would take their revenge personally."
"Who? Harry Potter? Is this some kind of joke?" Voldemort roared. "That insignificant boy?! Don’t insult me! I am immortal! Even if you win today, what about tomorrow?! I will return—and I’ll kill every last one of you!"
"Not Harry, Voldemort."
A familiar voice echoed.
Professor Snape stepped forward—no longer humble, no longer conflicted. His eyes were filled with cold fury.
"Severus? So... you’ve switched allegiances again. What a loyal servant you are," Voldemort spat, suddenly feeling that he could move again.
"Ever since you murdered Lily... I’ve waited for this moment," Snape said coldly. "And haven’t you realized? Your Horcruxes... they’re almost all gone. Immortality? I’m afraid that chance is long gone."
"Traitor!" Voldemort shrieked. "Then go to hell!"
He’d been preparing for this—ever since the paralysis wore off.
Though weakened from his resurrection, he had assumed it was temporary. But now he realized—it was because the Horcruxes had been destroyed!
He didn’t know how Dumbledore and the others had identified and destroyed them, but he didn’t care anymore. With a silent breath, he raised his wand—
"Avada Kedavra!"
"Sectumsempra!"
Snape had been waiting.
At the precise moment Voldemort struck, Snape cast his signature spell—God of Sharpness—and their spells collided!
Green and silver light exploded in a violent clash that shook the entire hall.
Dumbledore sighed inwardly. Thankfully, his defensive barrier still held. Had it failed, these two alone would’ve reduced the area to ash.
Despite his immense power, even Dumbledore wasn’t immune to magic. Carelessness could still mean death.
As for the Death Eaters?
The group spell that had bound them earlier had now faded, and many began moving again—just in time to meet their doom.
None had time to cast shields. The magical fallout from Voldemort and Snape’s duel vaporized dozens of them instantly.
"Run! We’re going to die!"
"For the Dark Lord! Kill them all!"
A wave of chaos swept over the battlefield.
Some Death Eaters ran in sheer panic, having seen their comrades turned to ash in a blink. Others, too far gone in fanaticism, charged into battle with suicidal zeal.
The scene became a whirlwind of destruction—until a new figure stepped in.
Barty Crouch Jr.
Fearless. Ruthless. Brilliant.
Under his command, the remaining Death Eaters rallied and began attacking Dumbledore and the newly arrived members of the Order of the Phoenix.
"Well, this chaos was inevitable," Dumbledore said bitterly. "Let’s move! Noah—stay sharp!"
"No problem, Professor. I trust you won’t hold back."
Noah sealed the portal and glanced at Dumbledore, then at Harry—still dazed.
"I’ve already prepared myself for this outcome," Dumbledore replied gravely. "For the sake of the magical world's stability... this must be done."
"Just imagine what would happen if they attacked Hogwarts—or the Ministry."
Noah said no more.
He knew the damage this group had caused in the original timeline. Without the careful efforts of Dumbledore and the heroism of Harry and others, the British wizarding world would’ve been lost.
Gripping his wand tightly, Noah unleashed his full magical power.
Though numerous, the Death Eaters were far fewer than in the history he remembered.
Perhaps some had doubted Voldemort’s resurrection and stayed away. Others had already fled after witnessing the earlier clash.
Even so, Noah wondered—if Dumbledore had always been this powerful, what might’ve happened had he confronted this army earlier?
Shaking the thought away, Noah focused. Wasting time on "what-ifs" was pointless.
Against Death Eaters, a sixth-level magician who remained focused could mow them down like flies. Exhausting? Yes. Dangerous? Barely.
Magic surged at his command. A golden ring spun before his wand, glowing with ancient runes.
A second later, a fiery phoenix burst forth—its form growing larger as Noah channeled more power into it.
"Well then... I can’t stay idle any longer!"
