Hogwarts Card System.

Chapter 456 Do you recognize this formation?

"Voldemort, I heard you've been looking for me everywhere?"

Ted floated down from the sky and landed in front of the crowd, about ten meters away from Voldemort.

It was Ted who just intervened, mobilizing the power of the magic network to directly dissipate Voldemort's mass killing curse.

Voldemort's strange eyes, which could see the "death points" of enemies and objects, were only acquired less than two months ago.

In addition, Hogwarts' magical defense array is actually built on an underground magical network hub, so it was only a temporary "malfunction" of the magical shield.

If given 30 to 40 minutes, the protective shield can be reopened.

Of course, given Voldemort's strength, let alone thirty or forty minutes, he could kill everyone present ten times over in three minutes.

"Ted Epiphany?!" Voldemort stared at the young man before him.

Tall, handsome, and confident, he can even smile in front of me; he's got guts!

I've seen this kid before. Back when he was "Human-Faced Sore" in the Albanian forest for ten years, he finally returned to Hogwarts by possessing Quirrell's head.

He wanted to obtain the Philosopher's Stone to resurrect himself, but Dumbledore outsmarted him.

Looking back, the whole thing was full of coincidences, and the revelation of the whereabouts of the magic stone was probably a trap to lure me in.

Damn old man!

This kid, back in the day, along with the Longbottom boys, caused me a lot of trouble. And now he dares to stand in front of me and put on airs!

"Young man, you don't know your place!" Voldemort felt insulted by Ted's calm and composed expression.

You saw the Dark Lord and you weren't nervous at all? Do you even respect me?! Great Mighty Dragon~

Ted saw the ferocity in Voldemort's eyes, waved his hand to stop him, and said, "Don't rush into anything. This is a rare opportunity, let's chat a bit more. This isn't the first time I've seen you..."

Voldemort was quite impatient with Ted's rambling: "There's nothing to talk about. You're going to die today. However, if you commit suicide, I might spare your friends. I wonder if you'd be willing to sacrifice your life for them?"

That old man is truly disgusting. He's always trying to manipulate people's hearts.

"Ted! Don't listen to him! Fight him!" Ron shouted, and the transformation belt around his waist began to glow.

"Exactly! Rather than believing in Voldemort, let's leave our fate to the wand!" Jerry shouted.

Hermione: "Fight them!"

Harley: "Fight to the end!"

Many people were filled with righteous indignation and shouted, while others remained silent, not really wanting to fight.

The wizards and Death Eaters began shouting at each other across Ted and Voldemort.

"Snap!" Ted snapped his fingers, and all the sounds disappeared instantly.

"Don't rush, everyone. Let's chat, after all, we won't have another chance later," Ted said with a smile.

Voldemort's expression turned serious at this moment, staring intently at Ted and scrutinizing him.

If the previous mass killing curse, unleashed in anger, was cleverly neutralized by this kid because he hadn't considered the possibility of countermeasures, then this was a mistake.

The snap of his fingers, devoid of any magical fluctuations, silenced the surrounding space, leaving him somewhat bewildered.

Many spells can achieve similar effects; Voldemort could also silently and without a wand block out sound from his surroundings. But the underlying principles are completely different!

This kid's technique is so unpredictable; I can't discern any clues, let alone grasp the underlying principles. This shouldn't be happening!

He asked with some skepticism, "You actually took that step?!"

Ted grinned. "That's right. I'm already a legend!"

Voldemort's expression changed instantly, as if he were gritting his teeth, but it quickly became cold and expressionless.

How is that possible? How could that be?!

He was just asking casually and didn't expect to get a positive answer.

It was only when he was over seventy years old that, with the help of the magic system of another world, he broke through the limits of this world and began to comprehend the rules of death.

And figures like Dumbledore and Grindelwald were both over a hundred years old. Before that, they were among the world's most renowned wizards.

But how could this kid have reached this level at the age of seventeen?

This is absolutely a huge irony!

He went through countless near-death experiences, his soul was torn apart, he was tormented repeatedly, and he was treated like a dog by that otherworldly freak before finally walking through that door... And now, this young man has done it?

Then what do all my suffering amount to?!

This is like a sixty-year-old man who has finally paid off his mortgage, only to suddenly see a high school student who has already bought a large apartment with his own pocket money.

Who can understand this feeling?!

Of course, this is just Voldemort's perspective.

For the other people present, it was a completely different experience.

After all, most of them don't even know what a legend means.

It's like emptying the savings of six family members, mortgaging your future for the next thirty years, and taking out a loan to buy a house, only to have it abandoned before you even get to live in it. And when you try to get an explanation, you're brutally beaten up by the developer's security guards!

This is how most people feel...

Is it true?

The concept of legend is circulating among the wizarding elite; at least here, people like Professor McGonagall, Professor Oliver, and Minister Burns are aware of it.

This concept was first proposed at the International Confederation of Wizards two years ago and has been disseminated in high-level private gatherings.

"Ted is already a legend?! How is that possible?" Professor McGonagall looked at the boy not far in front of her in astonishment.

It's as if I can still see him buying secondhand robes in Diagon Alley back then, but in the blink of an eye he's grown up so much.

Time flies so fast, so fast that the boy I personally led into the magical world is already a legend?!

She could almost hear the sound of that old guitar strings again...

The crowd behind McGonagall whispered among themselves, discussing what a legend was.

There were seven or eight hundred wizards present, but only thirty or forty of them knew what the legend was.

Finally, one parent, fed up with the questions, whispered to his son, "Stop asking! It means Ted has reached Dumbledore's level!"

Everyone suddenly paused and looked at the parent. Their eyes seemed to say: "Listen to what you're saying!"

The parent hesitated at first, feeling that comparing Ted to Dumbledore was a bit inappropriate.

But he immediately straightened his back: "Nobody said there's a hierarchy among legends. Ted himself said he's already a legend. If that's true, then he's on par with Dumbledore! Am I wrong?!"

He immediately glared back, especially at the adult wizards who knew what a legend meant. He was clearly a stubborn one.

For a moment, no one knew what to say.

Voldemort spoke up: "I never expected this. I really never expected Dumbledore to leave me with such a surprise. So you have the audacity to stand before me... What exactly did Dumbledore do?"

Voldemort was convinced that Dumbledore must have done something before going to his death behind the door to make Ted a legend. All for now, to make him fight against him!

Damn it, one old guy like Grindelwald is one thing, but now there's another young one? When will I, Voldemort, finally become invincible?!

Suddenly, he froze: Wait! The girl said that this kid went to find a way to defeat him. Grindelwald?! Could this old man and the young boy have teamed up?!

Just as Ted was about to explain Dumbledore's question, Voldemort interrupted him: "Tell me? Where is that old man hiding?"

Ted was also taken aback: Huh? Voldemort has become smarter, he actually guessed that Dumbledore had been resurrected? Impressive, old Voldemort!

"Tell me! Where is Grindelwald hiding?! Don't hide like that and make people look down on you!" Voldemort's expression was somewhat fierce at this moment, but there was always a sense that he was tough on the outside but weak on the inside.

Regardless of the kid's strength, he is a legend.

With two legends, one old and one young, joining forces, I'm afraid I'm no match for them. Am I destined to suffer a crushing defeat?!

What about his reputation? What will the Death Eaters think of him? What will the wizarding world think of him?

Ted: Huh? Wasn't that old geezer talking about Dumbledore?

"Ah! You mean Grindelwald? Yes, he's here. But I think it's better if I introduce you to an old friend first..."

At that moment, in the secret base of the Room of Requirement at the school, Neville's corpse twitched slightly, then suddenly gasped for breath and sat up with a "whoosh."

Ansu flapped his wings frantically, dropping the potato chips from his mouth: "Holy crap, that scared me! Neville, you're alive?"

"Ansu? This place... a secret base? What's going on outside?" Neville didn't have a moment to worry about the resurrection; he immediately focused on the battle outside.

Ansu's eyes gleamed slightly with blue light, then she shook her head: "No need to rush, the fight hasn't even started yet."

"Let's go help!" Neville jumped off the bed, slipped on his shoes, and ran outside.

"Hey! Wait! The wand! Bring the wand! Get dressed!" Ansu shouted as she picked up the potato chips and ate the whole bag in one gulp.

"Muggle food tastes the best!"

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On the other hand, Ted said he would introduce Voldemort to an old friend, which made Voldemort suspicious.

But before he could guess, white light appeared above people's heads.

It wasn't dazzling, nor was it intense; a humanoid figure dressed in a white robe appeared within the white light, as if born from the light itself.

When the white beard and white hair were clearly visible, someone had already realized that it was none other than Dumbledore!

"Dumbledore?!"

"It's Dumbledore!"

"Dumbledore isn't dead?"

"No! He's back! He's been resurrected?"

Cheers erupted from the crowd. Because Dumbledore was back, Voldemort had nothing to fear.

"How is this possible? You're clearly dead?!" Voldemort couldn't hold back any longer and yelled at Dumbledore, who was radiating a faint white light.

Dumbledore slowly descended, the white light around him dissipating, revealing him in a white robe, wand in hand—truly a dignified and imposing white-robed wizard.

"Yes, Tom. I died. But I'm back." Dumbledore's voice brought everyone peace of mind.

But the expressions of the noodle-eating die-hards were a bit off; their facial expressions were completely out of control. Many people's pupils were practically dizzy with shock!

All I can say is that in just one or two hours today, there have been too many shocks and reversals.

"You have conquered death?" Voldemort found Dumbledore's resurrection the most unacceptable thing.

Because as the person who knows the rules of death best, he is most aware of the difficulty of resurrection.

During this time, he has "resurrected" hundreds of wizards, both famous and unknown. But those were only pseudo-resurrections, merely living dead.

They all exist in this world of living people in extreme pain, unable to feel anything, so empty that they want to die every moment.

He managed to do this by using the ancestral resurrection stone he possessed, and by exploiting the Styx ferryman and the rules of death to find a loophole.

How could Dumbledore be resurrected? How could he possibly do that?!

Dumbledore maintained his calm expression: "Tom, I have not conquered death, nor can I resurrect. I am not truly alive now... Change, I am merely placing myself in change. The only constant is change."

"Old man, are you trying to play riddles with me again?!" Voldemort was so angry that flames seemed to be spewing from his mouth and nose.

At that moment, the crowd behind Ted and his group suddenly stirred.

"Nawi?!"

"Navie, are you alright?"

"You're not..."

"You've been resurrected too?!"

Ginny's voice, in particular, was the sharpest: "Neville!"

She threw herself into Neville's arms, nearly knocking over Neville, who was already 1.86 meters tall without shoes.

"Ginny, I...I'm okay. Don't be afraid! Come down quickly, I still have to fight!"

But Ginny just shook her head and cried, refusing to get off Neville.

From the moment Neville's body was brought back last night and his grandmother settled it, to facing Voldemort today, Ginny didn't shed a single tear.

Now all those tears will have to be paid back tenfold.

At this point, Bella couldn't take it anymore, her voice much louder than Ginny's: "Neville Longbottom?! Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Bella was devastated to see Neville reunited with his grandmother and lover.

I killed the Golden Boy with my own hands using the Killing Curse, there's no way I could have made a mistake!

Voldemort also turned to look at her, but he had no doubts. After all, Dumbledore, whom he was certain was going to die, had already been resurrected, so it wouldn't be strange for Longbottom to be resurrected either.

Looking at it this way... it seems like all of this today was a trap I set for myself?!

At that moment, a figure appeared silently not far from the crowd. Dumbledore looked at him; it was Grindelwald. The two nodded to each other but said nothing.

Voldemort had already guessed his predicament, but he wasn't afraid at all; in fact, he almost laughed.

"Pfft~ Haha, hahahahaha~~~" That strange laugh with a hint of madness appeared again.

Voldemort, oblivious to everyone's gaze, burst into laughter.

"Dumbledore, you've really gone to great lengths for this day."

Upon hearing this, Dumbledore nodded. "More than that, he's already died once."

"But you can't kill me! You should know that! I, Voldemort, am immortal!" he roared.

At most, you can only eliminate the men behind you, but you can't kill me!

Voldemort pointed his serpent staff at Dumbledore: "You old codger, you can't do anything to me! You'll never kill me, and I'll be back soon! Then, (he circled his staff halfway around) all of you will die!"

He grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth.

Everyone fell silent, for they were facing a death threat emanating from a mad legend, an agent of death in the living world.

Voldemort possesses resurrection techniques far superior to Horcruxes. Currently, his soul is protected by his unique magical path, making it impossible to truly kill him.

While a mad Voldemort might not be able to kill a legendary wizard of equal caliber, killing anyone else would be effortless for him.

This is why Dumbledore has always controlled his strength and never pushed Voldemort to the brink.

But now, the conditions are ripe.

Another person emerged from the crowd, someone no one had noticed before. It was as if he didn't exist!

Long hair, a black robe, and silent movements—like a dark cloud ready to unleash a torrential downpour at any moment—it was none other than Snape, the old bat.

"Voldemort, your time to pay has come!"

Ted smiled, and with a wave of his hand, countless pillars of light suddenly lit up the entire Hogwarts campus, and a huge magic circle covering the entire school unfolded.

The artificial rockery and tower that Voldemort disdained were actually one of the key elements of this magic circle.

At this moment, Neville, Harley, Hermione, and Ron each had an item in their hands: the Gryffindor sword, the Slytherin locket, the Ravenclaw tiara, and the Hufflepuff cup.

The four relics of the four leaders, along with those of Dumbledore, Grindelwald, Snape, and Ted, form a complex and massive magic circle around the artificial mountain and tower, totaling eight nodes!

Voldemort suddenly had a bad feeling. An invisible pressure suddenly fell on his head, and he was in a state of agitation. He wanted to kill a few people!

He looked at Snape. "Snape! You...you've reached Legendary status too?!"

Snape remained expressionless. "It's all your fault. Today, I'll repay you in full."

Ted cracked his neck, making a series of snapping sounds, and immediately felt a surge of relief: "I've been holding back for so long! Voldemort, do you recognize this formation?!"

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