Section 271

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"Expecto Patronus!"

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Accompanied by the explosion, Voldemort thrust out his wand, and another thick green plasma burst out, "Avada Kedavra!"

Almost the same illusion appeared. The accuracy of this Kedavra curse was even worse, and it was far away from Dumbledore's position, and it only blew up the stone next to it.

"That makes sense, I thought so too." Dumbledore also judged a little. Facing this green plasma, he was too lazy to dodge, and his tone and action were slightly perfunctory.

"Dumbledore you!" Hearing such a perfunctory tone, Voldemort felt a burning anger in his heart, "You are not the only opponent of mine..."

No!

Voldemort did not finish his words. He suddenly realized something. As the owner of the "death" curse, the Kedavra curse was the magic that should not have any problems!

Excluding all impossibilities, there is only one factor that can affect the Kedavra curse - it is Vizet who is playing tricks!

Just as he said, Dumbledore is not the only opponent!

Thinking of this, Voldemort looked in the direction of Vizet.

Vizet blinked, surrounded by lightning and thunder, and suddenly distanced himself from him.

The silver rope that had originally condensed into a strand broke into pieces at this moment, leaving only a few straight silver threads, barely maintaining his connection with Tom Riddle.

In addition, there was another silver thread that was particularly eye-catching. This thread came from Vizet, and at the end of the thread, there was a silver inch piercing Tom Riddle's body.

At this moment, Voldemort understood that Vizet used the image of Dumbledore in the past as a "fulcrum" to successfully pry those silver threads.

"Lockhart!" Voldemort gritted his teeth and shouted in a low voice, his tone full of hatred.

This person who could almost be regarded as useless provided Vizet with the most suitable "weapon".

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Seeing Vizet reach out and grab the silver thread extending from himself, Voldemort seemed to have made up his mind and reached out to grab the last few straight silver threads.

The moment his hand touched the silver thread, the thread burst into a dazzling light, almost illuminating the entire chamber.

Dumbledore immediately waved his wand and constructed a huge magical energy field, covering him and Vizet.

After the light, Tom Riddle changed his posture and threw himself directly into Voldemort's arms, like a snowflake touching his palm, and disappeared completely.

At the same time, a snake-faced phantom seemed to be pulled by something, almost posing a posture similar to Tom Riddle, and pounced in the direction of Vizet.

Vizet frowned, facing the snake-faced phantom flying closer and closer, and finally could only raise the spirit box and put the snake-faced phantom into it.

"Vizet!" Voldemort glared at Vizet fiercely, raised his wand and aimed at him, "Avada..."

A ball of fire slowly floated over, and the moment it touched Voldemort's robe, it burst into bright flames.

The flames did not seem to have the desired effect, neither igniting the robes nor burning the flesh.

However, at the moment the flames appeared, Voldemort also let out a painful wail at the same time.

Voldemort opened his mouth, as if he was in some kind of inextricable pain, and the sound he made was extremely strange, not only Voldemort's voice, but also mixed with Lockhart's voice.

Accompanied by the flying of a black mist, Lockhart seemed to return to his original state, with blue pupils and nose back.

"Cough cough cough..." Dumbledore coughed several times, his eyes showing extreme fatigue, as if his energy had been exhausted...

Chapter 60 I'm too tired now, I can't hear anything

The black mist condensed and rolled in the air, vaguely revealing Voldemort's face.

Dumbledore waved his wand at Lockhart, and a rope appeared out of thin air, pulling Lockhart to his side.

"Dumbledore! That's it!" Voldemort's voice came from the black fog, "Is this why you've become weak?"

"Accumulate a magic to expel me! Is it worth it? You're still so soft-hearted! It's really stupid!"

Dumbledore straightened up, "Don't you understand? How important is a living life..."

His body rose and fell slightly, and his tone was full of sighs, as if he was pitying Voldemort, "Even if you were defeated again because of this living life, you..."

"I really don't understand! But you will soon understand!" Voldemort interrupted Dumbledore rudely, "You're going to lose your life because of this so-called living life!"

Before the voice fell, the black fog still swelled up and rushed towards Dumbledore.

Hearing these words, facing the menacing black fog, Dumbledore did not make any move;

He looked at the black fog with a smile, as if he did not intend to resist at all, ready to face everything that happened next.

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"Expecto Patronus!"

Vizet raised his wand, and a silent-looking patronus flew out of it, as if it had turned into a barrier, standing firmly in front of Dumbledore.

The light emitted by the patronus came into contact with the black fog, producing an effect like melting ice and snow, making it difficult for Voldemort to move forward.

This is the most well-known use of the Patronus Charm, which has an excellent effect on various black magic effects that interfere with people's spirits and souls. Voldemort at this time obviously meets this characteristic.

Voldemort's tone was full of rage, "Vizet!"

"I'm here!" Weizet responded, looking at Voldemort who was back in the air. "I've heard a saying that people killed by the Death Curse will not leave their souls behind, and they will not become ghosts. ”

"You dare to use the Unforgivable Curse on me in front of Dumbledore..." Voldemort quickly returned to the air, as if he had heard the funniest thing.

Wizette continued without pausing, "So I'm very curious... what would happen if a being like you was hit by the Death Curse..."

Behind the light emitted by the Patronus, Dumbledore's tired voice came, "I'm too tired now, I didn't hear anything..."

Voldemort's tone became suspicious, "You can't! You simply can't..."

"Really? At least I know the spell...I know what to do..." Weizet asked back, "What about you? Do you know why you want to do this?"

"Vizet, you are fine!" Voldemort did not answer the question and flew towards the darkness above.

"Avada Kedavra!" Vizette's chanting voice was extremely clear.

The green light illuminated the entire secret room, but it failed to dim the light emitted by the Patronus Charm.

A thick green plasma shot out, flew high into the air, and hit the fleeing Voldemort with great accuracy.

The black mist transformed by Voldemort became weird. The first half of the black mist flew into the darkness, and the second half of the black mist rotated disorderly, as if it was pulled and twisted by something.

Wizette immediately used his magic eye, and a dark hole appeared in mid-air. There was endless suction inside, trying to pull the black mist that Voldemort had transformed into.

"Vizet! Dumbledore!" With Voldemort's roar, he finally fled completely into the darkness, and the dark hole disappeared.

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"What did you see?" Dumbledore asked.

"Something similar to a whirlpool... seems to absorb souls." Weizet tried to describe it, "He has been absorbed by the whirlpool, but he has never succeeded..."

"If that vortex is death..." Dumbledore guessed, "Maybe this is the function of the Horcrux to prevent him from being absorbed by death."

"I think this is the result." Wizer nodded and picked up the wand in his hand to examine it. "But it's too simple...it seems like it only requires one thought..."

"Yes! That spell is too simple, and it is too easy to release..." Dumbledore said slowly, "You should understand what I mean."

"Principal Dumbledore, I understand what you mean." Wizette nodded, "The charm of magic lies in creation, not destruction."

"Yes! It's too easy to destroy, there are so many ways!" Dumbledore exhaled, "But to create... is an extremely difficult thing!"

Wizer nodded, raised the spirit box and squeezed it gently, and a black mist appeared from it, condensing into the appearance of Voldemort.

He picked up the wand and pierced it into the black mist, closing his eyes to feel it.

Taking advantage of this moment, Dumbledore brought Harry to his side and waved his wand around, "Repair it as before!"

The rubble and smoke flew up one after another, and with a rumbling sound, they returned to their original place.

It's just that the secret room cannot be restored to its original appearance, and the stones that were annihilated by magic cannot be repaired by the repair spell.

"A little regretful..." Dumbledore groaned, pointed his wand at the door of the secret room, summoned stones from the outside, and repaired the damaged areas.

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After a while, Weizet slowly opened his eyes, "Principal Dumbledore... This is a piece of soul fragment."

"Voldemort has a very deep research on the soul! This soul fragment is divided into two parts, one part belongs to Voldemort, and the other part belongs to Tom Riddle."

He couldn't help but admire, "It is precisely because of this that he was able to complete the replacement of the soul fragments. It is really... a very clever idea!"

"He has always been very talented... It's a pity..." Dumbledore shook his head, "But it's also because he is the 'master' that he can do such a thing to the 'slave'."

"That's right!" Weizet's expression became serious, "Since these are two fragments, it means that he plans to make at least one more Horcrux!"

"We can even be a little bolder... Assuming such a situation... The Horcruxes Voldemort currently possesses... I'm afraid this is not the only one!"

"Indeed!" Dumbledore agreed, "He was able to replace the soul fragment, which at least shows that he prepared a soul fragment in advance."

"That's crazy!" He sighed deeply, "I want to make multiple Horcruxes. If I can really accomplish it, it will be considered a feat..."

Dumbledore continued: "What else can you feel from this?"

"The Horcrux that Tom Riddle lives in..." Weizet said, "He hid the Horcrux... in the Forbidden Forest... and it's also in a lake, so it's not very easy to find."

"It fits Tom Riddle's idea very well." Dumbledore smiled slightly, "It's a pity that he still failed... I didn't expect Voldemort to have such a back-up plan."