Hogwarts: Who made her a professor?

Chapter 485 A Difficult Dilemma

"That would be such an honor, a great honor indeed."

"I thought you'd leave that opportunity for Harry!" Belvina said sarcastically.

After all, Voldemort's nemesis was Harry Potter, and he was also obsessed with the scarred boy who had miraculously survived.

"Harry Potter, he escaped from me by sheer luck. I will kill him myself, but there's no rush."

Voldemort stopped and said cruelly, "Don't you find it quite amusing that the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement died in Azkaban, where prisoners were held?"

"Ah," Belvina sighed softly, "it is quite interesting, provided you can actually kill me."

Voldemort's crimson eyes became empty and cold. He said, "Tonight, Dumbledore and his broken bird won't be protecting you, Belvina."

"That's true, Dumbledore should be at the Ministry of Magic right now," Belvina said nonchalantly. "So what?"

As she spoke, Belvina actually bowed slightly. Her behavior was completely different from that day in front of Little Hangleton. Instead of launching a sneak attack that lacked martial ethics, she bowed.

"Come on, Tom, shouldn't we bow to each other before a duel?" Belvina's eyes remained fixed on Voldemort. "Come on, a descendant of Slytherin should at least show some manners."

Voldemort also bowed slightly, his noseless snake-face fixed on Belvina.

He said, "Since you insist, I will mercifully grant you one last wish—now, let the duel begin!"

Voldemort raised his wand, his unusually long fingers resembling a large, pale spider, and the yew wand emitted a dazzling green light.

Accompanied by a series of chaotic and rapid sounds, the Killing Curse roared in, and the iron door of a cell in the corridor suddenly broke free from the wall's restraints and leaped in front of Belvina.

Boom!

Dust fell in a flurry from the heavy iron gate.

The iron gate leaped up again, charging straight at Voldemort with the force of smashing him to death with a single blow.

Voldemort raised his wand, shoving aside the crashing iron gate, and at the same time cast the Killing Curse again, sending another beam of green light flying toward Belvina.

Belvina waved her wand toward the cells on either side of the corridor, and the heavy, sturdy iron doors flew in front of her. The Killing Curse slammed into the door again with a dull thud.

Then, Belvina gently pushed the iron door in front of her with her left hand and tapped it repeatedly with her acacia wand in her right hand. One iron door after another left the wall and crashed into Voldemort at the other end of the corridor.

Voldemort waved his wand repeatedly, prying open one heavy iron door after another, the thuds echoing through the narrow corridor.

The repeated slamming of the iron gate had no effect on Voldemort; these heavy, lifeless objects weren't even worthy of tickling him.

Belvina raised her wand, and a burst of red light from the spell shot out. Voldemort flicked his wrist, and an iron gate slammed shut between Voldemort and Belvina.

First came a dull thud, followed by the screeching sound of metal scraping against stone slabs. The powerful spell not only bent the sturdy iron gate but also slammed it towards Voldemort's location.

"You're still so unimproving, Belvina!"

Voldemort snorted and flicked his yew wand, sending the heavy iron gate flying back the way it came like a cannonball.

Behind the bent iron gate was a blinding green light. Voldemort had no intention of hiding the Killing Curse; the light in the corridor was too dim to conceal the curse's glow.

Belvina moved lightly and slipped into the adjacent cell, avoiding not only the iron gate that led her back the way she came, but also the deadly killing curse.

Under the cover of the thick walls, Belvina cast spells continuously, transforming her acacia wood wand into a magical Gatling gun, unleashing beams of light in red, yellow, blue, purple—all sorts of colors.

Voldemort flicked his sleeve, and the multicolored magical light vanished instantly. Before he could even raise his wand to retaliate, a dazzling light...

The red light suddenly appeared, and Voldemort dared not take it head-on, so he had to dodge.

While Voldemort was dodging, Belvina returned to the dimly lit corridor.

"You haven't improved much either!"

Belvina seized the opportunity to mock, saying, "It's nothing but killing curses, all these years you've wasted your life."

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As she spoke, Belvina pointed her wand diagonally at the ground, then swung it forcefully forward, causing the stone slabs on the ground to rise into the air and unleash a barrage of projectiles.

The corridors of Azkaban were poorly lit and very narrow. The flying stone slabs did not shine like a spell, and the barrage of projectiles covered a large area, making them difficult to dodge.

A continuous buzzing sound echoed through the corridor. Voldemort couldn't determine exactly how many bullets there were, so he raised his wand and opened a magical barrier, absorbing them all, no matter how many there were.

The stone slabs flying at high speed were deflected one after another by the magical barrier. Even those that managed to pass through the barrier were turned to dust by the magic.

However, Belvina is very good at playing dirty tricks; she always likes to hide her real attacks behind a bunch of fancy spells.

The magical barrier blocked the bullet-like stone slabs, but it couldn't stop the attack hidden behind them. An invisible sound wave passed through the magical barrier without any hindrance and crashed directly into Voldemort.

With alarm bells ringing in his mind, Voldemort hurriedly raised his left arm to block, and a gleaming silver shield appeared out of thin air. The impact of the sound waves caused the silver shield to emit a low, chilling thud.

Although he conjured a silver shield to block the sound wave, Voldemort was still forced back by the enormous impact, feeling a tingling numbness in the left side of his body, leaving him completely powerless.

A few months ago in the Little Hangleton Cemetery, Belvina's arm was sore and numb from being beaten by Voldemort.

Several months later in Azkaban, the wizarding prison, Belvina beat Voldemort until he was half paralyzed.

Although it has only been a few months, Belvina has made great progress. She has become more confident and composed, and has a lot of patience.

Besides the psychological changes, she also spent a lot of time and energy on knitting skills, which seemed like a waste of time, but in fact she was learning by analogy.

As she worked with her needle and thread, she had an incredible realization: her spellcasting became smoother, her offensive and defensive transitions became more refined, and even her eyesight improved.

In short, Belvina Black has leveled up, while Voldemort has remained stagnant, and the gap between them is getting smaller and smaller.

Voldemort, staggering, was secretly alarmed. He had to admit that the annoying Black in front of him was indeed exceptionally talented.

Just like that invisible sound wave, if Belvina had cast a Killing Curse or some other spell, it's hard to say whether Voldemort could have detected it beforehand or even passed through the magical barrier.

However, Voldemort not only failed to detect the danger beforehand, but even his magical barrier couldn't stop the invisible sound wave. If he hadn't been extremely experienced in duels, Voldemort would have been vomiting blood from the impact.

It is discreet enough, and practical enough.

However, this trump card, used specifically for surprise attacks, can only be used once; no one will fall into the same trap twice.

"I have to admit, you've improved a lot."

Voldemort's voice remained sharp and cold, but his tone gave off a strong sense of elder.

Belvina felt annoyed, thinking she had been taken advantage of, but she wouldn't be provoked by such petty tricks.

"It's probably because I'm much younger than you!" she said. "Young people always learn things a little faster."

Lies don't hurt, truth is the knife.

Belvina was just over thirty, while Voldemort was already seventy.

"Young people also grow old and die; in fact, they may die even earlier than the elderly."

Voldemort, still in a tone lecturing a junior, continued, "And I, the magic I have mastered, the path I have walked..."

The road and the years mean nothing to me.

A smug look appeared on Voldemort's pale, skeletal face. Voldemort's understanding and use of magic was probably only on par with Dumbledore.

“Some people are dead, but they are still alive. Some people are alive, but they are already dead. Even if they are not dead yet, everyone is hoping they will die soon,” Belvina said. “I’m talking about you, Tom.”

The two were talking and exchanging barbs, but their hands didn't stop either. Light flickered and spells flew through the narrow corridor.

Belvina waved her acacia wand repeatedly, effortlessly wielding defensive magic and manipulating offensive magic with ease. Occasionally, she would raise her left hand, and a fleeting flash of silver light would deflect insidious and evil black magic.

Voldemort's yew wand danced up and down, its tip constantly pouring out the darkest and most poisonous magic. His wide black sleeves flowed like dark clouds, sometimes swallowing up the brightly lit spells, sometimes deflecting the powerful incantations.

In the long, dark corridors of Azkaban, neither of them could gain the upper hand for the time being.

Belvina wanted to severely injure Voldemort and leave Mr. Tom Marvolo Riddle in Azkaban.

Voldemort wanted to kill Belvina, to leave no trace of her body, not even ashes.

Both of them had good ideas; having ideas in one's heart is the motivation to act. These two had both ideas and the motivation to act, but they lacked a bit of method and a bit of luck.

For Voldemort, defeating Belvina was not difficult, but killing her would come at a price. He could use the Horcruxes to his advantage to trade injuries for injuries and lives for lives.

Voldemort didn't want to do that; he didn't want to go through that long period of torment and waiting again.

For Belvina, fighting Voldemort to a standstill wasn't difficult, nor was escaping unscathed. The real challenge was how to severely injure Voldemort with minimal cost.

Belvina has no Horcruxes as a trump card, so trading her life for another is not even a consideration.

In some ways, these two outstanding Slytherin graduates have a lot in common: they are both exceptionally talented and both like to use shields in duels.

The biggest similarity between the two is that both Belvina and Voldemort value their lives.

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