When had he ever become important enough for the Dark Lord to make a personal trip?
Albert's expression nearly slipped. He had originally assumed Voldemort would not appear here. After all, there were so many spectators at the Duelling Competition. If Voldemort personally attacked him, it would directly expose the fact that Voldemort was still alive. Yet the Dark Lord had actually disguised himself as someone else.
You're the Dark Lord. How could you bring yourself to disguise yourself as someone else?
Your Dark Lord aura has fallen right into the dirt, hasn't it?
He was really planning to kill him openly in the duel!
If he was killed by his opponent in a duel, no one could blame anyone, nor would it expose Voldemort's identity. Besides, dying at the hands of the dark wizard Avfje did not seem particularly strange.
After all, the dark wizard Avfje had killed countless people!
This was very bad!
Albert reached for his wand and placed it on his lap, remaining alert in case Voldemort suddenly attacked him.
Fortunately, he was not completely unprepared.
Albert let out a soft breath and took several pieces of gummy candy from his pocket. He unwrapped one and began chewing it, picking out the candy that concealed Liquid Luck in the process.
If possible, Albert really did not want to face Voldemort so soon. It was simply too disadvantageous. He held no advantage in any respect, and he himself was still growing.
Give him another fifteen years—no, ten years. Ten would be enough. Once everything about him had reached its peak, going head-to-head with Voldemort would not be a problem.
After all, with ten years of preparation, Albert was confident he could defeat Voldemort.
As for now, perhaps he could keep himself from being killed, but... Albert truly