"This is impossible!"
Voldemort's eyes widened. He could not believe that, despite possessing the Deathstick, he had actually lost to someone else in a contest of magical power.
"That's why Harry said your ignorance was laughable. From the very beginning, you killed the wrong person. Snape was never the true master of the Elder Wand. Killing him naturally could not make you its master, nor could it allow you to wield that wand's true power." Albert curled his lips in amusement and said with a hint of malicious delight, "What do you think of the surprise Dumbledore left you?"
A flicker of astonishment appeared on Voldemort's face, but it vanished in an instant. It took him only a moment to guess who the wand's true master was. "Draco Malfoy," Voldemort murmured.
He had once sent Draco Malfoy to assassinate Dumbledore. It was probably then that Dumbledore had secretly transferred ownership of the Deathstick to the Malfoy boy, who still knew nothing about it. There was no doubt that it had been the safest option. Hidden in plain sight, Voldemort would never have made the connection. "Oh, it seems you've already guessed who the Elder Wand's master is." Albert did not care in the slightest that Voldemort knew the "truth."
"With my dueling skill, you can't kill me." Albert's attitude made Voldemort raise his guard. Especially after losing the advantage of all his Horcruxes and the Deathstick, Voldemort had no desire to risk his life by continuing to tangle with Albert. Everyone stared in shock at Yaxley, who had launched a sneak attack against Albert at the crucial moment. That man was clearly Albert's right-hand man—why would he betray Albert now?
Albert's wand had not only been blasted from his hand by Laishongqiong's Disarming Charm, but he had also been completely