Hogwarts: Who made her a professor?

Chapter 486 Magical Demolition

In the narrow, dark corridor, the duel between two of the world's top wizards continued.

There's no dazzling magic, no unpredictable movements, and not much skill involved; it's just a clash of numbers.

Voldemort unleashed a series of forbidden spells. His dark magic was utterly irrational, prioritizing both speed and power. Voldemort's goal at this moment was a swift victory.

The series of encounters tonight caused Voldemort to change his pre-determined goals. He was no longer fixated on killing Belvina; his objective became to severely injure her and then escape unscathed.

The Ministry of Magic suffered heavy losses, the Dementors switched sides, and the Death Eaters escaped Azkaban. Voldemort had already achieved great success tonight. Even if he failed to kill the Director of the Department of Law Enforcement in the end, tonight's operation was still a minor setback.

In contrast, for Belvina and the Ministry of Magic, this Christmas Eve was a huge defeat. The Aurors, the Strikers, and the Law Enforcement Team suffered heavy losses, and the heavily guarded Azkaban was left with its doors wide open. Both their reputation and prestige were shattered.

What's most infuriating is that they have no way to deal with the culprits. The Aurors, the Strikers, and the Law Enforcement Team are besieged by the Dementors who have turned against them, and Belvina is locked in a battle with Voldemort. They can't save face or reputation, so the Ministry of Magic can only swallow the bitter pill and learn from the lesson.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and the angrier she became, the more she thought about it. Belvina's fighting style gradually became more aggressive. She had to make Voldemort leave something behind.

Of course, an aggressive playstyle doesn't equate to mindless recklessness. The Unforgivable Curse is no joke; it's a killing curse that can be triggered at any time.

Death, the ultimate torture of the Crucible Curse.

Belvina and Voldemort, one becoming increasingly aggressive and daring, the other seeking only a quick victory and a decisive strike, this made—1

The duel between the two became very direct.

The repeated clashes of the curses have ravaged the narrow, dark corridors and affected the nearly empty prison cells. The deepest part of Azkaban, where serious offenders are held, is now a scene of devastation and ruins.

Those hardened criminals whom Voldemort refused to rescue were like fish in a pond near the city gates. The aftershocks of the spell collisions—collapsed walls, splattered pebbles, and the repelled killing curses—allowed these hardened criminals to endure the torment of the Dementors, but they could not escape the duel between wizards.

After another deafening explosion, Belvina readjusted her breathing and glanced at the mess in the hardened criminal cell block.

Some were buried by the collapsing walls, some were tormented by the Cruciatus Curse and cried out in agony, and some lost their lives due to the deflected Killing Curse and thus left the biosphere.

While Belvina was breathing heavily, Voldemort was having a similar hard time. He even began to suspect that Dumbledore had secretly trained Belvina, as there was no reason for her to have improved so much!

"It seems your goal is out of reach, Tom."

Belvina's rapid breathing gradually calmed down, and she continued, "Tonight, neither you nor I will die."

Aside from being extremely malevolent and poisonous, Horcruxes are truly the most shameless form of dark magic; while others only have one life, Voldemort...

They can be brought back to life.

Killing Voldemort head-on is already incredibly difficult, and even if you manage to kill him at all costs, he can simply resurrect with full health after lying dormant for a while. Who can you complain to about that?

"I need to correct you on one more point: tonight, I'm the only one who won't die."

Voldemort was also composing himself. He continued, "And you, and those people outside, everyone is going to die."

The magical fluctuations outside the castle were so strong that it was impossible for wizards of Voldemort's and Belvina's caliber not to sense them.

Even if you can't sense it, you can guess. There isn't a single Dementor in the entire castle. If they're not in the castle, where else could they be?

The prisoners held in jail are a staple food for Dementors; they fill their stomachs, but they're not particularly tasty. The Dementors have been eating like this for many years, and they're getting tired of it.

The wizards who arrive on the island tonight are different. They are fresh and delicious food, untouched by the torment of Dementors. They are full of positive emotions, enough to make the Dementors drool.

This is precisely why the Dementors switched sides and joined Voldemort's side; Voldemort could provide them with fresh food, while the Ministry of Magic would only allow them to stay in Azkaban.

"How long do you think those people outside can hold out?" Voldemort asked, his voice sharp and cruel, his pale, skeletal snake face revealing a ruthless expression.

Dementors' attacks don't just involve sucking out human positive emotions, leaving humans devoid of any joy. Their most terrifying weapon is the Dementor's Kiss, which can devour human souls.

"You're too arrogant, Tom. You see everyone as ants," Belvina said calmly. "But when there are enough ants, even an elephant can be killed by tiny ants."

Voldemort gave a dismissive chuckle.

"Tom, everyone dies, anyone can be killed, and even the most insignificant person has the opportunity to take revenge on the most powerful."

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The arrogant expression and tone of Belvina's voice sent shivers down Voldemort's spine, and he couldn't help but begin to suspect that the Blacks knew something.

On second thought, Voldemort realized it was unlikely. His excessive pride made him always look down on others, and he didn't think a young witch (even if she was a Black) could know about such advanced magic as Horcruxes.

"Tom, I'm not ready to face death with a smile, and I'm sure you aren't either."

Belvina suddenly laughed, as if mocking their fear of death, and then said, "Now I'm leaving to help my companions and take them home."

As she spoke, Belvina's tone and expression remained arrogant; she was certain that Voldemort could not stop her and believed that Voldemort would not dare to trade his life with her.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A bolt of lightning flashed from the acacia wood wand as it descended.

Belvina is using the Unforgivable Curse for the first time tonight; she intends to fight Voldemort to the death.

Belvina knew she was afraid of pain and death, and she also knew that Voldemort wouldn't trade his life for hers, but Voldemort didn't know her true thoughts.

It's all about exploiting the information gap. Having spent so much time with Dumbledore, she knows what a great person looks like. Even if Belvina can't imitate him perfectly, she can at least capture eight or nine tenths of his essence.

When Belvina adopted a "I'm just throwing my life away" attitude, Voldemort was momentarily flustered. He could never understand Dumbledore's greatness, nor could he understand why Belvina's figure suddenly seemed so tall.

"You want to kill me, don't you, Belvina?" Voldemort narrowed his crimson eyes. "Do you think you can?"

Voldemort sidestepped the Killing Curse and launched a counterattack.

Belvina raised her left arm to her chest, and a silver kite-shaped shield appeared out of thin air.

"I'm a man who never forgets a grudge, Tom," she said. "The shame you brought me, I'll repay you with my own hands."

As she spoke, Belvina, behind the silver kite-shaped shield, fired another beam of green light.

Voldemort dodged again, and said viciously, "I will bury you and your shame with my own hands, as a sacrifice to the fallen."

Zero Black.

Belvina raised her kite-shaped shield, neither dodging nor avoiding the incoming Killing Curse, relying entirely on the shield, engraved with the Black emblem, to physically block the Killing Curse's fatal blow.

The muffled thuds echoed continuously, the sounds of magic and shields clashing reverberating throughout the hardened criminal prison area.

Belvina, shield in hand, continued to advance, while beams of green light shot out from behind the shield, the silent Killing Curse striking Voldemort time and again.

Voldemort didn't conjure a gleaming silver shield; he dodged every Killing Curse and was able to counterattack at the same time.

For a moment, a green light shone brightly in the deepest part of Azkaban, as if the aurora borealis had appeared on this small island in the middle of the North Sea.

Suddenly, Belvina behind the kite-shaped shield stopped casting the Killing Curse. She waved her wand from bottom to top, and the broken walls of the prison condensed into a thick and long stone dragon under the guidance of magic.

The thick, long, and hard stone dragon charged towards Voldemort, continuing to absorb bricks and tiles along its winding path.

The increasingly thick and long stone dragon raised its front end high, crashing down on Voldemort like Mount Tai pressing down.

With a flick of his yew wand, Voldemort's raised head could no longer slam down, and then he vanished.

The next second, Voldemort appeared behind Belvina, his blood-red eyes narrowed, and his yew wand aimed at her.

The back of the heart.

Avada Kedavra!

The killing curse hurtled through the air, its green light dazzling.

Belvina's figure also disappeared, and the killing curse failed.

At the same time, the two ends of the stone dragon switched places and crashed into Voldemort, who had reappeared. A pair of large hands made of stone burst from the ground, grabbed Voldemort's ankles, and the stone dragon slammed down again.

Belvina appeared at that moment, and another green light shot from her wand toward Voldemort. She appeared right behind Voldemort.

The giant stone hand forcefully controlled Voldemort, the stone dragon's slam was a physical attack, and the Killing Curse from the Unforgivable Curse was a magical attack. In this wave, Belvina maximized her damage output.

However, Voldemort lived up to his reputation as the most dangerous dark wizard in history. His body twisted into an exaggerated shape, and a gleaming silver shield physically blocked the magical attack of the Killing Curse.

Immediately afterwards, Voldemort raised his yew wand again, and the stone dragon that was about to crush him was instantly shattered by the powerful magic. The scattered bricks and tiles flew out and buried the hardened criminals in the prison area like raindrops.

Avada Kedavra!

Avada Kedavra!

Having broken free from the giant stone's grasp, Voldemort turned to fight Belvina once more.

Two dazzling green lights shot out from the yew wood wand and the acacia wood wand respectively, and the deadly killing spells collided in mid-air.

This time, their killing curses did not connect or intertwine as they had that day at Little Hangleton Cemetery, but instead caused an extremely powerful explosion the instant they met.

The shockwave from the explosion swept through the entire hardened criminal cell block in an instant. Belvina and Voldemort disappeared at the same time, and then reappeared at the same time, the two figures locked in close combat appearing and disappearing intermittently.

No sooner had one wave subsided than another arose. Before the aftershocks of the explosion had even dissipated, an even more violent explosion occurred. The Azkaban Castle, which had stood for hundreds of years, was blasted open amidst a deafening roar, and the cold night wind rushed into the castle.

Belvina and Voldemort vanished simultaneously once again.

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