"Come find me! Come build a new world with me! I am at Durmstrang..."
A flicker of surprise passed through Voldemort's eyes, and his gloomy face was like ice on a snowy mountain.
Abnormal magical fluctuations appeared around him, preventing him from finishing. The latter half of his sentence was never transmitted.
The first possibility that came to his mind was that Dumbledore had already found him.
That was somewhat beyond his expectations. To think Dumbledore had found this place so quickly, and had even cast a spell on the Dark Mark, making it impossible for him to send messages through his voice.
He could sense it very clearly: the spellcasting technique Dumbledore was using now was one he himself had invented.
When a curse was cast through this spellcasting technique, as long as the caster was still alive, the magic's effect would continue.
There was only one way to break the spell: end the caster's life.
"Dumbledore!" Voldemort's brows twisted together, a blade-cold look flashing through his eyes as he forced the words out between his teeth. "How dare you use my magic against me!"
Fawkes the Phoenix shot into the sky like a blaze of flame. A long, joyful cry rang out around them, and his long tail glittered with gold, as though lighting up the night sky itself.
Fawkes circled higher in the air, while Dumbledore stood serenely in midair as if he were standing on flat ground, his robes snapping in the wind.
Dumbledore smiled and said unhurriedly, "Tom, people must keep learning. This is the result of learning. Aren't you the same?"
"If you had not learned, how could you have reached the realm you spoke of? Just as you said yourself... from the soul to the body, you walk at the very forefront of