Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 725 You've gotten weaker, Professor

Chapter 725 You've gotten weaker, Professor

To be honest, Siron still didn't understand what Dumbledore meant by "opportunity," but Dumbledore didn't have time to explain anymore.

Suddenly, a gust of wind ripped open the ceiling of the barn, and the once clear sky darkened abruptly. From the direction of the sun, a strange dark cloud was flying towards them at an incredible speed, and it was already right in front of them in a matter of moments.

Xilun looked up and could vaguely see two scarlet lights in the dark clouds.

"Avada!"

Xilun felt a sudden lightness in his body, and the next second he appeared outside the barn.

His original location, including the barn, was now shrouded in a blinding green light.

Voldemort has arrived.

Dark clouds descended from mid-air and transformed into the shape of Voldemort. The two crimson lights that Siron had seen earlier were precisely where his eyes were.

"Long time no see, Professor. What are you doing here, keeping a student company on a spring outing?" Voldemort said, but his eyes remained fixed on the crown in Sirius's hand.

“It makes no sense, Tom. We all know what this is,” Dumbledore said calmly. “Do you really think that as long as Horace keeps his mouth shut, no one will know the secret that you made Horcruxes?”

Voldemort's breathing became rapid, and his face turned ashen, like a black lake frozen in winter.

Horcruxes were his greatest secret and the key to his resurrection; Voldemort always believed he had hidden them well.

"Malfoy—" he whispered a name, his voice filled with murderous intent.

Siren had no doubt that the first thing he would do upon returning from here was to kill all the Malfoys.

"Lucius Malfoy—ah, he certainly messed up a lot of things, but this has little to do with him." Dumbledore shook his head, stepped out of the barn ruins, took out his wand, and stood opposite Voldemort.

"In fact, ever since I found out you were still alive, I had already guessed that you had made this kind of thing."

"After all, besides Horcruxes, what else could possibly keep someone under the Killing Curse lingering in this world?"

"Of course there is—" Voldemort said, "You forgot Harry Potter."

"Yes, you're right. But Tom, there's something I have to tell you: the magic that protects Harry is a profound magic that you'll never understand."

"lie!"

Voldemort roared and angrily swung his wand at Dumbledore.

In an instant, all sorts of dark magic rained down one after another.

Dumbledore also waved his wand, blocking all the dark magic.

But perhaps because he was busy protecting Sheron, Dumbledore looked rather disheveled at this moment.

Voldemort's expression shifted slightly, especially after noticing Dumbledore's action of using only his left hand to block the spell while keeping his right hand hidden in his sleeve. His lips, which were barely visible as a line, began to curl upwards.

"What a sorry sight, Professor." Voldemort looked smug, but he didn't continue to entangle with Dumbledore. Instead, he set his sights on Sirius, who was standing to the side.

"Give me back my things!"

Xiren grasped the crown and placed it behind him.

Voldemort's eyes turned even redder, and he held a white bone-like wand between his index and middle fingers, then swung it forcefully at Siron.

It wasn't a killing curse, because Siron didn't see that cold, blinding green light, but he still instinctively held the Horcrux in front of him.

However, the next second, Dumbledore suddenly stepped over the diary and waved his wand at him as well.

The air in front of me trembled slightly, as if something unseen was being blocked by something else unseen.

"Don't even think about it, Tom."

"Damn it!" Voldemort roared, "Kill him! Kill that boy!"

More dark clouds appeared in the sky; they were Death Eaters, stretching as far as the eye could see, and there were probably several hundred of them.

The people at the very front are all old acquaintances of Sirius: Bellatrix, Barty Crouch Jr., Lucius Malfoy —

Voldemort knew very well that if Dumbledore was determined to protect Cyren Ollivander, he would not be able to kill him.

So from the very beginning, he didn't come alone.

The Horcrux was destroyed; it ceased to exist the moment he learned of it, and there was nothing he could change that.

But he could not allow Cyren Ollivander, the one who forcibly took his Horcrux, to be alive, and he could not accept that such a thing would happen a second time!

The diary that kept flying in mid-air became Voldemort's greatest nightmare—it was his Horcrux, and almost half of his soul was in that diary.

But now, his Horcrux is protecting that Siron Ollivander!

Every time Voldemort thought about this, an overwhelming rage would surge within him; he had never so desperately wanted to kill a person.

Even Harry Potter, his motivation was more about revenge, or rather, proof—by killing Harry Potter, he wanted to prove that he wasn't afraid of the so-called savior.

Only Siren Ollivander truly wanted to kill the other person, by any means, and by whom!

So Voldemort brought in his helpers: all the Death Eaters he could muster, while he himself was tasked with holding Dumbledore back.

This was also another purpose of his visit—it was time to deal with his biggest threat.

Seeing the Death Eaters come out in full force, Dumbledore was clearly panicked.

He wanted to save Xiren, but was blocked by a snake that was over fifty feet long.

Dumbledore cast a spell, but it only managed to cut the snake in half, rather than kill it completely.

"You've become weaker, Professor," Voldemort said smugly.

At this moment, even the destroyed Horcruxes could not dampen his good mood.

"What are you still hiding?" Voldemort casually used a dark spell, forcing Dumbledore to take three steps back.

"I smelled it last time I was at the Ministry of Magic, that familiar scent of dark magic," Voldemort said casually.

"I must confess, Professor, I was indeed afraid when I realized you had found the Horcrux I had hidden in Gaunt's old house."

"But I soon discovered that the traps I had set on the Horcruxes were working—that ancient, terrible curse was at work, slowly devouring your magic."

Dumbledore didn't speak. He raised his hand again, and magic swirled the surrounding leaves, stones, and dust, trying to trap Voldemort.

Voldemort did not dodge.

At first, the leaves did trap him, but just as Dumbledore was about to go to Shiron, Voldemort broke free.

He still held that pale wand between his fingers, looking like an elegant conductor.

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