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Chapter 393 - Chapter 59: Two Orioles Behind

Hearing Wizette's words, Voldemort's tone became uncertain. "Could it be... Damn!"

He waved his wand and mouth uttered syllables, like reciting Runes.

Simultaneously, silver threads connecting Tom Riddle rapidly twisted together and formed rope-like existence.

Wizette frowned slightly. The moment silver rope formed, he felt through Spirit-Luring Box—silver rope produced extremely obvious pulling force.

Obviously Voldemort's backup plan, used to counter Spirit-Luring Box's attraction.

In broken ruins, a gentle weathered voice sounded. "Right. At least no need to duel now."

Distant dust dispersed. White-haired old man slowly approached, his hand held a wand. "Wizette, continue..."

He sharply raised his wand. Surrounding rubble instantly moved and became armor giant that slapped toward firelight shrouding Voldemort.

"Dumbledore!" Voldemort shouted harshly. "So it is you!"

Through Wizette's words, he realized Dumbledore might be present, so immediately took corresponding measures—condensed silver threads into one strand and planned to use most energy dealing with Dumbledore.

Firelight around him instantly contracted, then violently exploded and became surging flame serpent.

Flame serpent at least ten meters coiled upward along armor giant's arm. Scorching heat melted armor giant—countless lava-like liquid dripped to ground and made hissing sounds.

Dumbledore swept wand horizontally. Solid armor giant scattered into small stones. Flame serpent momentarily lost leverage and inevitably fell toward ground.

"Finite Incantatem!" He spoke incantation. Flame serpent's fire suddenly blazed, then instantly declined.

Then he clenched fist. Countless stones gathered toward flame serpent and completely annihilated it.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Voldemort thrust wand. Thick green plasma burst from wand and instantly reached Dumbledore.

Dumbledore seemed to anticipate—surrounding dust instantly condensed, became exquisite stone shield, and blocked before him.

Green plasma hit stone shield—both became nothing. But Dumbledore's attack didn't stop. Stones that buried flame serpent became fist and viciously hammered toward Voldemort.

Voldemort grabbed robes, like blown by gale, violently flew back, and narrowly dodged incoming stone fist.

"Dumbledore! Are you old? Transfiguration only to this degree?" Voldemort raised hand again—another Killing Curse. "Avada Kedavra!"

Don't know why—he had momentary illusion and felt Dumbledore seemed younger, eyes much sharper.

Sudden illusion made this Killing Curse's aim worse. Dumbledore only stepped aside and dodged shooting green plasma.

"Is that so? You're that perceptive?" Dumbledore's tone calm, smiled and waved wand—massive stone fist scattered again and became head-sized stones.

"This isn't my prime! Just borrowed body!" Voldemort gritted teeth, gripped wand and drew circle in air.

Ring of black energy immediately appeared, exploded all attacking stones, and annihilated to nothing. "Even so, can easily block your magic!"

"Expecto Patronum!"

With explosion sound, Voldemort thrust wand—another thick green plasma burst. "Avada Kedavra!"

Almost same illusion appeared. This Killing Curse's aim worse—missed Dumbledore's position by large margin and only exploded nearby stones.

"Makes sense. I think so too." Dumbledore also judged something. Facing this shooting green plasma, simply too lazy to dodge—tone and movement equally perfunctory.

"Dumbledore you!" Hearing such perfunctory tone, Voldemort felt fury burning in heart. "My opponent isn't just you..."

Wrong!

Voldemort didn't finish. He suddenly realized something. As "Death" Geis owner, Killing Curse was magic that shouldn't have problems!

Eliminating all impossibilities, only one factor could affect Killing Curse—Wizette was interfering!

Like he himself said—opponent wasn't just Dumbledore!

Thinking this, Voldemort looked toward Wizette's direction.

Wizette blinked, body surrounded by lightning and thunder, and suddenly distanced himself.

Originally condensed silver rope broke inch by inch at this moment—only few taut silver threads remained and barely maintained his connection with Tom Riddle.

Besides this, one silver thread especially conspicuous. This thread came from Wizette. At thread's end, a silver point pierced Tom Riddle's body.

Voldemort now understood—Wizette used Dumbledore's past image as "fulcrum" and successfully leveraged those silver threads.

"Lockhart!" Voldemort growled through clenched teeth, tone full of hatred.

This almost utterly useless person provided Wizette the most suitable "weapon."

Seeing Wizette reach out and grab silver thread extending from himself, Voldemort seemed to make some decision and reached toward last few taut silver threads.

Hand contacted silver threads instantly—threads burst dazzling light and almost illuminated entire Chamber.

Dumbledore immediately waved wand, constructed massive magical energy field, and enveloped him and Wizette within.

After brightness, Tom Riddle changed posture, directly plunged into Voldemort's embrace, and like snowflake touching palm, completely disappeared.

Simultaneously, snake-face phantom seemed drawn by something, almost assumed posture similar to Tom Riddle, and lunged toward Wizette's direction.

Wizette frowned deeply. Facing approaching snake-face phantom, finally could only raise Spirit-Luring Box and captured snake-face phantom within.

"Wizette!" Voldemort glared viciously at Wizette, raised wand and aimed. "Avada..."

Flame slowly drifted over, contacted Voldemort's robes instantly, and burst bright firelight.

Firelight seemed not to work as expected—neither ignited robes nor burned flesh.

But moment firelight appeared, Voldemort simultaneously released agonized wail.

Voldemort opened mouth, like trapped in inescapable pain—sound extremely bizarre, not only Voldemort's voice but mixed with Lockhart's voice.

With black mist flying out, Lockhart seemed to return to normal—blue eyes and nose came back.

"Cough cough cough..." Dumbledore coughed repeatedly, eyes revealed extreme exhaustion, as if energy completely drained... 

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