Chapter 687: After the Battle
The infighting among Voldemort and the Death Eaters was a fascinating spectacle, but unfortunately, it didn't last long.
Voldemort's attention soon shifted to the group emerging from the elevator. His piercing gaze moved through Dumbledore and landed squarely on Kyle and Harry.
"So, it's you two again..." he said in a cold, venomous tone. "Always you two, meddling in my plans. Over and over. Too many times, for far too long. Avada Kedavra!"
The Killing Curse burst forth from Voldemort's wand, thick and sinuous like a venomous snake slithering through the air. Kyle couldn't help but wonder if even the Norwegian Ridgeback, Norbert, would survive such a deadly strike. Yet, he neither panicked nor attempted to dodge.
In the next instant, a glowing red hand materialized on the wall beside them. It surged forward, intercepting the curse before it could reach its target. The green light ricocheted off the massive hand.
"Tom, don't forget," Dumbledore said with quiet authority. "I am your opponent."
"Of course, I haven't forgotten," Voldemort replied, his tone devoid of surprise, as though he had anticipated this outcome.
But the Killing Curse reignited the battle with ferocious intensity.
The fountain in the hall erupted, its water reshaping into razor-sharp swords that flew towards Dumbledore. The projectiles collided with the half-finished statue, ripping a jagged hole into its center.
Dumbledore, calm as ever, raised his wand. An invisible shield seemed to form around him, deflecting the barrage of swords effortlessly. Then, with a subtle flick of his wrist, he directed the water back towards Voldemort. This time, the projectiles were even more forceful and precise.
Voldemort conjured a gleaming silver shield to counter the attack. The water droplets struck it with a resounding, gong-like echo as they dispersed.