great-warnovel Chapter 234 Who Understands Death Better
Chapter 234 Who Understands Death Better
Chapter 234 Who Understands Death Better
But Dumbledore ignored him, watching with interest as Hermione used her pale fire to burn away the souls that could not find release.
"Perhaps this is what death magic should be like, instead of those evil and blasphemous acts," he thought to himself.
His disregard only made Voldemort feel more humiliated; the old man and the young boy had come together to provoke him today.
Once upon a time, his name Voldemort could silence children on the continent, and he was revered by many wizards as the new pinnacle of wizarding after Grindelwald and Dumbledore, the strongest in the new era, and the third pole of the wizarding world.
But in the past two years, not only has he been relentlessly attacked and beaten by Dumbledore, he's also been busy trying to completely cross the threshold of death.
To become an immortal being, one cannot remain separated from oneself for long.
But today, this old bee even brought a little one along to humiliate him!
"He must have some secrets about death! But why is he progressing faster than me!" He was inwardly turbulent. Hermione's spiritual fire shocked him more than any other strange magic, and a surge of jealousy arose within him.
"Not only can he escape his inevitable death, but he can also teach death magic to others! This little Mudblood is his successor! It must be!"
"But why! Why!"
"He was on the verge of death back then! Half his body had turned into a skeleton! He struggled like a pitiful corpse, begging me to carry on his legacy!"
"Why has everything changed after decades?"
His long-frozen heart was reignited by the flames of jealousy, and his pale face became increasingly distorted.
His eyes were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.
"Impossible! How could that cowardly old man possibly forge ahead on the path beyond death like I have? My talents far surpass his, far surpass everyone else in this world!"
With a wave of his hand, the brazier burning with green flames in the church suddenly sprang up into pillars of fire several meters high. Under his control, the pillars of fire transformed into fiery snakes that rushed toward Hermione.
The little witch also wanted to test the difference between the spirit fire and this green fire. With the surge of magic, the spirit fire that was quietly burning on the ground suddenly rose higher.
The two streams of fire collided violently, yet they blended together in an unusually harmonious way, forming an entangled vortex of flames in the air.
Following the magic that controlled the flames, Hermione could sense Voldemort's burning and unwilling heart, his impotent rage mixed with the will to kill and vent his anger, constantly surging within the green flames.
I found it somewhat amusing, but this was the moment when magic was clashing, and I couldn't afford to get too distracted.
She focused intently on stirring the spiritual fire, making the somewhat awkward flames burn brighter.
Perhaps due to their shared origin, the conflict between the spirit fire and the green fire was not intense; rather, it was like two rivers of different colors converging at one place.
Voldemort's green flame is essentially a flame from death, but it is mixed with too many evil curses, blasphemy and sacrifices to life, as well as intensely radiating heat.
In terms of power, it is actually greater than pure spiritual fire, but purity is the greatest advantage of spiritual fire. As a flame that cleanses the soul and crosses to the other side, the closer its essence is to death itself, the higher its status. It looks like a flame, but it is actually extremely cold.
As the two flames mingled and assimilated, Voldemort's curses and evil magic were gradually burned away by the higher-ranking spiritual fire, as if being scorched to ashes, slowly turning his green fire to the same pale color, and even the temperature gradually turned cold.
In the process, he also lost control of the flames. Despite having greater power and more lethality, he gradually fell into a disadvantageous position during the battle!
Inside the ravaged church, a layer of frost began to spread rapidly, covering the surfaces of everything.
As the vortex of flames gradually changed from a mix of white and green to pure white, and the air grew colder and colder, even comparable to the frozen plains in the dead of winter, Voldemort became enraged. With a flick of his robe, his tyrannical magic directly dispersed the vortex.
"Impossible! How could your death magic be superior to mine!"
He rose into the air in fury, unleashing a torrent of deathly magic, seemingly a direct result of his battle with the little witch.
It's just an appetizer.
In the center of the church, the Well of Immortality, fueled by Voldemort's rage, spewed forth streams of evil, dense green energy that swirled around its master, as if trying to drag everything around it into the embrace of death.
Hermione was jolted to her feet by his presence. When she regained her balance, she saw Voldemort staring at her with a hateful look that seemed to have broken down.
"I'm completely enraged," she thought to herself.
He realized that he was no match for Voldemort at full power, and the previous battles had already put him under immense pressure.
She channeled her magic and delivered a powerful kick.
The floor trembled incessantly, as if it had softened, and a cluster of sharp rock spikes erupted from beneath her feet. She floated backward with this force, stopping beside Dumbledore.
[Rock Block Blade]
The old general Gaius's magic allows him to control gravity and form sharp rock blades that pierce up from the ground.
It is said that Gaius and Rataen studied and perfected this move together in their youth.
The sudden explosion of rock spikes wasn't intended to attack Voldemort, but rather to destroy the evil church and cover Hermione's retreat.
The rock blades will burst forth continuously until the magic contained underground is exhausted.
Dumbledore grabbed Hermione's shoulder, and the two of them snapped away from outside the church, while wave after wave of surging rock spikes continued to erupt until the entire church was completely destroyed.
Bone powder mixed with dust shot into the sky, symbolizing the complete collapse of the Church of Bones, which represented Voldemort's death reign.
After a long while, when the rock blades finally stopped, the sharp stone spikes disintegrated.
A cursed wind blew by as Voldemort stood beside the perfectly intact Well of Immortality. Everything else could be destroyed, but not this well.
"It just so happens that at this crucial moment in my transformation—." He gritted his teeth.
Looking at the ruins around him, he was furious and wanted to destroy something, but apart from the long-dead forest and the well of immortality that was like his lifeline, there was nothing else worth destroying.
Dumbledore and Hermione reappeared outside the forest, and the girl almost fell over as soon as they landed.
"It's nothing, I just overdid it with that last rock spell and I'm a little exhausted right now." Seeing the old wizard's concerned look, she looked up and chuckled.
Because she was fighting so freely, she didn't stop herself from casting that spell, infusing it with a considerable amount of magic power as she left.
Rock Blade was originally the signature spell of the veteran Gaius, and it was a rather high-level spell. Its power was directly proportional to its consumption, but with the Golden Thief's Radiant Stone, she could recover quickly.
"Are we just leaving like this? The competition for freshmen will last at least another week, right?" she asked, looking up. Last year, Dumbledore and Voldemort fought for a full seven days.
"Of course we're not leaving, we'll just stay here." Dumbledore was in a good mood. He held a ribbon covered with gold symbols in one hand and took out a portable wizard tent from his bag with the other, manipulating it to set up itself.
"We'll be staying here for the rest of the week. Hopefully you can get used to sharing a room with a ghostly old man."
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