Chapter 252 Death of Dumbledore

Something goes wrong, something goes terribly wrong.

He looked at the golden sea. The giant dragon seemed to be too lazy to pay attention to Dumbledore and was just playing in the golden sea. Dumbledore slowly raised his wand towards him.

A bright white magical light shot out.

Voldemort reflexively raised his wand, and the green light of the Death Curse met the curse.

Between the collision of the two magic spells, light burst out like plasma, and a white and green magic line was connected between the two wands.

"Old man, if you want to die, don't take me with you!"

Voldemort summoned up his magic power, and the green light extended all the way along the magic line. However, when he approached Dumbledore, he was blocked. Even without the blessing of the Elder Wand, Dumbledore's own magic power was extremely strong. , What's more, at this time, he already had the will to die and burst out with unprecedented power.

As a result, the light of the Death Curse was pushed back.

For a wizard, this kind of duel is like a duel between internal martial arts masters in the martial arts world. It is extremely dangerous and cannot give in easily. Once the strength is released, the opponent may be hit directly.

Except for the unreasonable dragon, no one could survive this level of curse.

"ah--"

Voldemort roared and tried hard to control the curse. After all, he was waiting for work. Moreover, he had mastered the use of the Death Curse. The link point in the light began to slowly push towards Dumbledore.

But what makes people desperate is that the golden sea is still slowly rising, and it is only a person's height away from the dome of space. Voldemort had to bend slightly and shouted:

"Magician! Aren't we collaborators?"

"Help!"

The head of the giant dragon that had been dyed golden slowly stretched out from the sea of ​​gold. The dragon opened its mouth, revealing Tang Sen's figure.

He looked at this scene with a calm face and said unhurriedly: "Mr. Riddle, although you had ulterior motives just now, without your help, I might not have been able to defeat Professor Dumbledore so easily. I admit that you are mine. Collaborator.”

"Then do it quickly!" Voldemort shouted: "He can't hide now!"

"Sorry." Townsend said: "Mr. Riddle, I don't want to stop an old man's final battle. Anyway, your Horcrux is still there. I believe your loyal servants will be able to resurrect you soon."

"You -" Voldemort's eyes widened, and he was so angry that he almost lost his strength, which made Dumbledore's curse come closer. He quickly concentrated on counterattack, gritted his teeth and cursed: "Magician, you will regret it!"

"Are you threatening me?" Tang Sen narrowed his eyes.

Suddenly there was an invisible attack in the air heading towards Voldemort. Voldemort's pupils shrank, he decisively broke off the fight with Dumbledore, and quickly hid to the side.

But the consequences of disconnecting were not so bearable. The white curse dissipated the light of the Death Curse in an instant. Even though Voldemort had avoided it, he was still hit by the beam, and half of his body disappeared from the chest down.

He let out a wail of pain, but the injury, which could kill an ordinary person, was not fatal. Voldemort turned into a black mist and frantically tried to penetrate out of the space.

But this is obviously a useless effort. As mentioned before, Dumbledore's carefully arranged space will not be broken so easily. His attempts again and again only make himself look more embarrassed.

"It's almost time to finish."

Tang Sen looked at Dumbledore: "It seems that you have chosen a way to die for yourself."

"Professor Tang's preparations cannot be wasted." Dumbledore's tone was without fear, and even uncharacteristically cheerful: "I have experienced many things in my life, but I have never tried to swim in the sea of ​​gold. I hope this way of death It won’t be too ugly.”

"Don't worry, I told you, it will be a gorgeous death."

The dragon's mouth slowly closed.

"Professor Tang, your ambition will not be achieved easily."

Dumbledore said slowly: "Gellert will not make mistakes like me. He can also see the future. I believe he will give you a surprise."

"I'm looking forward to it." The voice came from the dragon's mouth. Smaug's golden eyes looked coldly at the black mist incarnated by Dumbledore and Voldemort, then lowered his head and dived into the sea of ​​gold.

Soon, the sea began to become turbulent.

The turbulence was getting faster and faster, and the few spaces that were already there were completely squeezed. Voldemort frantically avoided the deadly gold, but he soon discovered in despair that it made no sense.

Because there is no more space.

This illusory hall was completely filled with hot gold.

"No--"

"I will definitely come back!"

The sound was completely buried, and soon, the illusory space began to collapse.

In reality, the hall was crowded with wizards. For them, since Dumbledore and the other four disappeared, they only saw a black mist suddenly appearing among the crowd and hovering in mid-air. Then it disappeared too.

They knew that there was a battle going on somewhere they couldn't see, but they had no way of knowing the outcome of the battle. After more than an hour, they finally saw a figure reappear.

Grindelwald.

Those with sharp eyes noticed what the other person was holding, which seemed to be Dumbledore's Elder Wand.

"Grindelwald! What happened!"

"How is Minister Dumbledore?"

"Who won?"

"Where is the magician? Why didn't you show up?"

Grindelwald did not answer these questions. He just looked at these people coldly, then waved the Elder Wand and disappeared.

"In the end what happened?"

People couldn't help but start to panic. It was impossible for Grindelwald to win alone, right? Was the magician really killed by them?

At this moment, there was a crisp sound in the air, as if glass was cracking.

Someone looked up and suddenly saw a white crack appearing in the air. The crack was getting bigger and bigger, and golden liquid was flowing down.

"What is it?"

Someone curiously stretched out his hand to touch it, and then let out a shrill scream. The high temperature and the power of dragon flame contained in it caused his fingers to be burned out in an instant.

There were more and more cracks in the air, and in many places, golden liquid poured down like waterfalls.

"Danger!"

Someone shouted: "Quick! Get out of here!"

There was no need for anyone to remind me that when I saw this doomsday scene, the sound of countless phantom air explosions sounded.

The golden liquid began to cover the floor of the hall, and there were cracks in the entire air. Under the instinct of survival, in a short period of time, the hall was empty.

Then, a huge shattering sound was heard.

The empty hall was suddenly replaced by a sea of ​​gold. The gold quickly flowed out along the various exits of the hall, and a giant dragon poked its head out from the sea.

On his wing claws, he held up a golden sculpture.

Under the power of magic, the sculpture had already cooled down, and the long beard and wrinkled face were vividly depicted.

Albus Dumbledore has reached the end of his life.