"Dumbledore! Let me see what you can do!" Voldemort threw back his head and laughed as he raised his Wand. Powerful magical ripples surged through the air around him. "What can you possibly do now?!"
As his words fell, a blinding red light burst from the tip of his Wand. Like a crimson meteor plunging from the sky, it shot straight toward the battlefield below.
Dumbledore and Quirrell's expressions changed. They immediately understood Voldemort's intentions—he wanted to shift his target and seize the initiative.
They could easily imagine the disaster that would follow if the spell truly struck the battlefield below, especially one of the areas where both sides were most densely engaged.
Without the slightest hesitation, Dumbledore seemed to be wreathed in faint flames as he plunged straight downward. In the blink of an eye, he appeared directly beneath the crimson meteor.
He gripped his Wand tightly and swung it fiercely upward at the crimson meteor.
A silvery-white light burst from his Wand tip, rapidly spreading above him and extending upward. It formed a spherical Magical Energy Field, seeking to envelop the crimson meteor.
Voldemort smiled coldly. This was precisely the moment he had been waiting for!
Sure enough, whenever others were present, Dumbledore would reveal his hypocrisy. Putting on such a show, overestimating himself as he tried to protect those still fighting below.
If that was the case, then Voldemort would play along!
He made a split-second decision, evading Quirrell's attack and grabbing another new Wand. As that Wand crumbled into ash, several more crimson meteors came crashing down.
Dumbledore's eyes flickered. As though calculating the landing points of the crimson meteors, he raised his Wand, and the spherical Magical Energy Field expanded outward once more to meet the falling meteors.
The first crimson meteor slammed into the