Voldemort narrowed his eyes slightly. Almost instantly, he noticed this anomaly.
As the ice crystal shield contended with the crimson meteor, it continuously absorbed the magic radiating outward, replenishing itself and making up for its losses as it steadily wore away at the crimson meteor's magic.
Clearly, Dumbledore had found a way to respond, one that allowed him to deal with Voldemort's magic more effectively.
This could mean only one thing: Dumbledore's exploration of the "Path of Magic" seemed to have gone farther than his own.
The thought sent an uncontrollable surge of fury rising from the depths of Voldemort's soul.
Why!
Why was it always Dumbledore!
If Dumbledore had not used his cunning words from the very beginning to beguile away the student who should have belonged to him, then he should have been the one to travel farther down the "Path of Magic"!
"Avada Kedavra!" Unable to swallow this indignation, Voldemort raised his hand and cast the Killing Curse at Dumbledore.
Dumbledore found it much easier to deal with Voldemort's Killing Curse.
He twisted aside gracefully, evading the curse, his voice carrying a hint of teasing. "Tom, are you thinking... that the progress I've made now should have been yours?"
Voldemort's eyes widened instantly, and the rage he had barely restrained now threatened to erupt completely.
Yet in the next second, his expression returned to normal.
He suddenly understood that Dumbledore was saying this only to provoke him.
Realizing this, a sneer curled across his lips. "Dumbledore, what a laughable, despicable trick!"
"You're actually trying to use Vizet to provoke me? You truly are as hypocritical as ever! To think you would even make use of the dead!"
"You're the most despicable coward!" Quirrell's furious voice rang out as he roared at Voldemort. "You've been using Vizet ever