Hogwarts: A Chinese-Style Professor

Chapter 318 Lion's Eyes
Upon hearing the familiar voice, the ugly face behind Laxus's head instantly became even paler and more distorted!
Those murky eyes were fixed on Dumbledore, and his hoarse voice was filled with barely suppressed malice and violence!

"Dumbledore!"

His voice was like that of a demon returning from hell, and all who heard it were terrified.

But what terrified the Death Eaters even more than the voice was the identity that the name corresponded to!

His signature long silver hair and beard have disappeared, replaced by a vibrant orange-yellow color, like flames dancing in the air.

The face that once left a deep impression on everyone, full of deep lines, is now smooth and radiates an uncomfortably abundant vitality.

I heard that Dumbledore has recently discovered a new form of dark magic that allows him to reverse aging?

The rumors are true!

The crowd representing the Death Eaters began to stir—some of them trembled, and although they had already raised their wands at Dumbledore, they were already thinking that if things went wrong, they would run away immediately!

He returned to his family, changed his name, and never appeared again!

Voldemort realized their intentions and abandoned his plan to observe Dumbledore first, roaring angrily:

"Dumbledore, how dare you show your face before me! I will kill you with my own hands!"

“Kill me? Can you do it, Tom?” Dumbledore looked quite relaxed, his figure, dressed in a blue starry robe, appearing tall and mysterious, as he looked at Voldemort with amusement. “Even in your prime, you don’t seem to have been able to do it.”

Something's not right.
Tom Riddle looked at the relaxed-looking Dumbledore and, seeing his youthful appearance, couldn't help but feel a sense of unease.

What happened during his slumber? How did Dumbledore end up like this?
Has he lost his principles? Has he become a ruthless person who will stop at nothing?!

"Of course I can do it—look at yourself now, Dumbledore."

What did you do to yourself?
A pathetic magic spell trying to hold onto youthful vitality? This is truly the most ridiculous thing I've seen since I woke up.

I still have some unicorn blood left. If you wish to remain young forever, why not drink it? Then, we can rule the world together.

“No need, Tom,” Dumbledore said calmly. “I’m more concerned about what you’ve done to yourself.”

He found himself unusually calm, and as Voldemort spoke, a number of aggressive countermeasures immediately came to mind. At this moment, he should attack the place that Voldemort cared about most and was most vulnerable.

"Having lost his own body, he wandered through this decaying forest like a stray dog, only able to move a few steps by attaching himself to the back of his servant's head."

Frankly, this is even less classy than the worst-case scenario I imagined—is this what you were after when you left Hogwarts?

Voldemort's anger was instantly ignited. At this moment, he no longer thought about maintaining his powerful image or continuing to observe Dumbledore.

As if feeling tangible pain, Voldemort's soul, consumed by rage, roared like never before—"Shut up!!!"

"What do you know! This is just a means! A temporary vessel! Once I rebuild my body and regain all my power, I will unleash fear once more."

"Make more Horcruxes again, Tom?" Dumbledore interrupted him, taking a small step forward.

This single step sent a shiver down the spines of all the Death Eaters, as if they had been stepped on by some heavy object.

"Have you never considered the price you'll pay for tearing your soul to so many pieces?"

Voldemort hadn't expected Dumbledore to discuss this issue—and considering the other's 'eerie' appearance, he suddenly realized and burst into laughter.

"Dumbledore, you've studied Horcruxes? You've studied Horcruxes?"

His laughter was filled with both glee and malice.

"You studied the most evil and cruel magic in the world? Is that why you've become like this?"
Let me guess, how many times did you split your soul? Twice, or three times?

His face was full of disdain, but an unprecedented fervor arose in his heart—every time his soul split, his body became more and more decayed. How did Dumbledore manage to do this?
Could it be that he has elevated the secret of Horcruxes to an even higher level?

"Why should I do that?" Dumbledore realized that Voldemort had misunderstood him. Considering that he could not completely kill him this time, he gave him a hint: "What you call immortality, in my opinion, is just turning yourself into a collection full of cracks."

The gap between us is something you'll never understand in your lifetime.

"Heh—Dumbledore, are you trying to provoke me?" Voldemort sneered, veins bulging on his face like writhing earthworms. "You think I care about my appearance? Like you, getting worse with age?"

"If I cared about these things, I wouldn't be as powerful as I am now—look at how ridiculous you are now."

Can dressing up like a circus clown really hide your inner weakness and fear?
You're afraid of death, Dumbledore, just like all of them! That's why you use this ridiculous mask to deceive yourself!

I no longer need to care about you, because you have become a weakling.

While speaking, Voldemort frantically digested the drug's effects, gradually merging himself into the body and briefly gaining the upper hand.

These cowardly, two-faced people won't be able to escape from Dumbledore.

He must take the initiative first, and then find an opportunity to abandon them!

Despite having many doubts, Voldemort knew he couldn't wait any longer—he couldn't give those fools any more time to think!

"He's all alone. Don't overthink it, just kill him!"

Voldemort completely took over the body and, without hesitation, raised his wand to launch a surprise attack on Dumbledore, immediately unleashing a deadly spell!
“Avada Kedavra!”

With a terrifying roar, a green beam of death shot out from in front of Voldemort, illuminating the faces of everyone present, and swept toward Dumbledore with a chilling green light!
Dumbledore didn't chant a spell; he simply waved his wand with one hand—a crimson beam shot out first and collided violently with the green light!
At the same time, he suddenly grabbed with his other free hand!
Whoosh!

The robes of everyone present suddenly billowed out, quickly transforming into deadly nooses that pulled them off the ground and strangled them!

Snape was suspended in mid-air, his wand still steadily aimed at Dumbledore, firing green light without hesitation!
"Wow!"

Phoenix Fox suddenly appeared in front of them, blocking their path. After absorbing the entire spell, it let out a mournful cry and vanished into flames.

"Hahahaha!"

Voldemort laughed triumphantly, watching the spells clash to a draw, and sneered:
"Dumbledore, after all these years you're still as stupid as ever! How dare you come here all by yourself?"

Did you come hastily with my loyal servant? You certainly underestimate him!

Remember this price with your life!

Voldemort gripped his wand with both hands, the green light at the tip of the wand intensifying!

"Sizzle—!"

The earth cracked open like a brocade!
Apart from where Voldemort and Dumbledore stood, the surrounding land was undulating and twisting like an earth dragon turning over!
"A bunch of idiots! Can't you see he's already stretched thin? Get him!"

Voldemort struggled to maintain the tug-of-war, and when he saw that Dumbledore was only using one hand to deal with him, his expression became even more ferocious.

The Death Eaters, having finally freed themselves from the ropes binding them, glanced at Snape, who had intervened earlier, with disbelief—how could he have launched a counterattack against Dumbledore so quickly and even killed the Phoenix?

Even though the phoenix was able to be reborn later, it was still a remarkable achievement. Was Snape really that powerful?

Moreover, he was indeed still loyal to Voldemort!

This means that if they try to escape, this madman is very likely to attack them.
With this in mind, their stance finally became firm.

Yes, Dumbledore was all alone!

It must be because the discovery was too sudden, leaving no time to prepare. "Avada Kedavra!"

"Crucio!"

"Imperio!"

The three Unforgivable Curses shot out from the hands of the Death Eaters, emitting a terrifying light.

But to their surprise, the tall figure in the blue starry robe was far stronger than they had ever imagined!
"boom!!!"

The raindrops around Dumbledore vanished instantly.

"Vulcan clears the way!"

The incantation, though launched later, arrived first, transforming into two towering fire arrays that reduced all the incantations to scorch marks.

At the same time, the green light in Voldemort's hand broke the stalemate and suddenly moved a large distance towards Dumbledore.

He felt a slight chill, but didn't take it too seriously.

Because just now, the stage was completely ready.
"Boom!!!"

Thunder rumbled like a dragon, and within the oppressive darkness overhead, a faint blue light appeared.

No one noticed this except Dumbledore.

Snape's face was cold, but he was cursing inwardly!
What on earth is Li Wei up to? Although he doesn't believe Dumbledore will be killed by these people, what is he waiting for by not making a move?
Will he continue his attack?
Snape hesitated for only a moment before pointing his wand at Dumbledore again.

"Sek-tum-SEM-pra! (The Unseen Sharp Edge)"

While the other Death Eaters were still in shock at the sea of ​​fire created by Dumbledore, Snape launched another attack, his invisible blade transforming into a white light as it rushed toward Dumbledore.

Dumbledore didn't even look. He waved his free hand, and the sleeve of his shirt rolled up from his upper arm to his wrist, using the Ironclad Charm to block the attack.

But the price was that one of his arms was bare.

This made Voldemort even more smug, seeing a glimmer of hope for victory—originally planning to escape, he changed his mind and decided to kill Dumbledore on the spot, just as he had previously proclaimed!

"Dumbledore—how pathetic—how foolish!"

He proclaimed his victory while dark magic secretly began, attempting to influence Dumbledore's will.

The Death Eaters saw a glimmer of hope and burst into laughter.

Their laughter was chilling and powerful, like the howling of vengeful ghosts, echoing through the forest and swirling into the sky.

But at that very moment, one of the Death Eaters looked up and glanced quietly at the sky.
With just one glance, he was completely stunned, as if his soul had been stolen. He stood there dumbfounded, staring blankly at the sky above him with his mouth agape.
It was like a colossal object that ordinary people could not comprehend at all.

At that moment, the Death Eater's entire magical power and even his mind were frozen!
Unable to think, unable to warn, unable to act.

Time seemed to stand still for him at that moment.

Gradually, people began to notice that something was wrong with him.

Then the second, third, and fourth people raised their heads.

The laughter stopped abruptly.

All the Death Eaters who raised their heads seemed to be under a spell, standing there dumbfounded and disoriented.

"pat-"

The wands, which were considered the lifeblood of wizards, slipped from their hands, making a barely audible sound in the torrential rain—but everyone heard it clearly.

The wand fell onto the muddy, rainy ground, tumbled a few times, and finally came to a stop, drenched by the rain and losing its luster.

It was as if their lives had stopped as well.
Just three seconds.

The Death Eaters, who had been laughing along with Voldemort just a moment ago, all stopped laughing at the most inappropriate time—their master Voldemort was still laughing heartily.

In an instant, Voldemort, his soul incomplete, felt immense rage—he resolved to kill several people who had disrespected him after this was over to vent his anger.

Everyone except Severus was on his shortlist!
It depends on his mood!

One-third of the people on this list will die!
But the next moment, his body involuntarily shivered.

It was as if even he was affected by the rain—fear seeped into his very bones along with the rain.

heaven.

There's something there.

After confirming this idea in his mind, Voldemort realized that apart from the hand holding the wand, the rest of his body had been trembling like a leaf. When did this start?

He didn't look up, but looked at Dumbledore with some confusion—the other was still wrestling with him, but the expression on his face no longer showed any caution. Instead, it was like a wizard looking down at a Muggle, with pity for the mortal.

Is he pitying himself?
For some reason, Voldemort felt his brain was thinking slower—impossible.

What kind of dark magic could affect him?

Or was there something wrong with the potion Snape gave him?
No—he has already expressed his loyalty; it is the power of magic.

A mystery.

There is no answer.

Voldemort decided to see for himself.

But before that, he had one thing to do.

"Fiendfire!"

Boundless black flames erupted from his body, rapidly spreading to all surrounding areas.

He didn't even look at Dumbledore, but just flew out towards the gap he had left—Dumbledore didn't chase after him, but just stood there and let out a sigh that was hard to understand.

Only then did Voldemort raise his head triumphantly.
So, like all the Death Eaters before him, he froze in place.

The world has vanished.

A pair of blue lion eyes made of lightning marks replaced everything else.

Just as Voldemort looked over, He seemed to notice his gaze and their eyes met.

Close at hand.

At that moment, Voldemort understood for the first time something more terrifying than death.

(End of this chapter)