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Chapter 252 Dumbledore's Death
Something went wrong, something went wrong.

He looked at the golden sea, the giant dragon seemed to be too lazy to pay attention to Dumbledore, and only cared about playing in the golden sea, and Dumbledore slowly raised his wand towards himself.

A bright white spell of light shot out.

Voldemort raised his wand reflexively, and the green light of the Killing Curse met the spell.

When the two magic spells collided, the light scattered like plasma, and a white and green magic line was connected between the two magic wands.

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

Voldemort mustered his magic power, and the green light stretched along the line of magic power, but when he approached Dumbledore, he was abruptly stopped. Even without the blessing of the Elder Wand, Dumbledore's own magic power was also extremely strong , what's more, at this time he already had the will to die, and he exploded with unprecedented strength.

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

To a wizard, this kind of confrontation is like a palm-to-hand confrontation between masters of internal skills in the world of martial arts. It is extremely dangerous, and they cannot easily back down.

With this level of curse, no one can survive except the unreasonable dragon.

"what--"

Voldemort let out a roar, trying hard to control the spell, but in the end he waited for work with ease, and he had already used the Killing Curse superbly, the link point in the light began to slowly push towards Dumbledore again.

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

"Magicians! Aren't we collaborators?"

"Hurry up and help!"

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

He looked at this scene calmly, and said without haste: "Mr. Riddle, although you had ulterior motives just now, without your help, I might not have defeated Professor Dumbledore so easily. I admit that you are mine. Collaborator."

"Then do it!" Voldemort shouted. "He can't escape now!"

"Sorry." Tang Sen 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 revive you soon."

"You—" Voldemort's eyes widened, and he almost lost his strength in anger, making Dumbledore's curse a little closer. He quickly counterattacked, gnashing 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 towards Voldemort. Voldemort's pupils shrank, he decisively broke off the duel with Dumbledore, and quickly moved to the side to hide.

But the consequences of breaking the link are not so easy to bear. The white curse dispelled the light of the Killing Curse in an instant. Even though Voldemort had avoided it, he was still rubbed by the beam, and half of his body disappeared from the chest.

He wailed in pain, but the injuries that were enough to kill ordinary people were not fatal. Voldemort turned into a cloud of black mist, frantically trying to infiltrate out of the space.

But this is obviously useless. As I said before, Dumbledore's carefully arranged space will not be broken so easily. He tried again and again, only to make himself look more embarrassed.

"It's almost over."

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

"Professor Tang's preparations must not be wasted." Dumbledore's tone was not fearful, 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 Not too ugly."

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

The dragon's mouth slowly closed.

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

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

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

Soon, the sea began to turbulent.

The turmoil was getting faster and faster, and the already few spaces were completely squeezed. Voldemort frantically avoided the deadly gold, but he soon found out in despair that it was meaningless.

Because there is no longer any space.

This illusory hall is completely filled with scorching gold.

"Do not--"

"I will definitely be back!"

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

In reality, the hall was full of wizards. For them, since Dumbledore and the other four disappeared, all they saw was a cloud of black mist suddenly appearing from the crowd, hovering in mid-air, Then also disappeared.

They knew that there was a battle unfolding where they couldn't see, but they couldn't know the result of the battle. After more than an hour, they finally saw a figure reappear.

grindelwald.

A sharp-eyed person noticed what the other party was holding, which seemed to be Dumbledore's old wand.

"Grindelwald! What happened!"

"How is Minister Dumbledore?"

"Who is winning?"

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

Grindelwald didn't answer these questions, he just looked at these people coldly, then waved the old wand, and the figure disappeared directly.

"In the end what happened?"

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

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

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

"What?"

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

And there were more and more cracks in the air, and in many places, the golden liquid poured down like a waterfall.

"Danger!"

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

No need to be reminded, seeing this doomsday scene, the sound of countless apparition airbursts sounded.

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

Then, there was a huge cracking sound.

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

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

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

Albus Dumbledore, at the end of his life.

(End of this chapter)