Two Orioles
Upon hearing Wizet's words, Voldemort's tone became uncertain and doubtful, "Could it be... damn it!"
He waved his wand, uttering sounds as if reciting Runes.
At the same time, the Silver Thread connected to Tom Riddle quickly twisted together, forming a rope-like structure.
Wizet frowned slightly. The moment the silver rope took shape, he sensed through the Soul Guiding Box that the silver rope generated an extremely obvious pulling force.
This was clearly Voldemort's backup plan, used to counteract the attraction of the Soul Guiding Box.
Amidst the ruins, a gentle yet weathered voice rang out, "Yes, at least for now, there's no need for a duel."
As the smoke and dust dissipated in the distance, an elderly man with white hair slowly approached, a wand clutched in his hand. "Wizet, continue..."
He suddenly raised his wand, and the surrounding rubble instantly moved, transforming into an Armor Giant who slapped the flames enveloping Voldemort.
"Dumbledore!" Voldemort roared, "It really is you!"
He realized from Wizet's words that Dumbledore might be there, so he immediately took corresponding measures, condensing the Silver Thread into one, intending to devote most of his energy to dealing with Dumbledore.
The flames surrounding him instantly contracted, then exploded again, transforming into a surging, Flame Serpent.
The Flame Serpent was at least ten meters long, coiling upwards along the Armor Giant's arm. The intense heat melted the Armor Giant, and countless drops of magma-like liquid fell to the ground, making a hissing sound.
Dumbledore swung his wand horizontally, and the solid Armor Giant shattered into small stones. The Flame Serpent lost its footing and inevitably fell to the ground.
"Finite Incantatem!" He chanted the incantation, and the flames of the Flame Serpent suddenly intensified, only to instantly wane.
He then clenched his fist, and countless stones converged on the Flame Serpent, completely annihilating it.
Avada Kedavra!
Voldemort thrust out his wand, and a thick bolt of green plasma shot out, instantly appearing before Dumbledore.
As if he had anticipated this, Dumbledore instantly gathered the surrounding dust, transforming it into an exquisite stone shield that stood before him.
The green plasma struck the stone shield, and both vanished into nothingness. Dumbledore's attack did not stop; the rocks that had engulfed the fiery Giant Serpent transformed into fists and viciously slammed into Voldemort.
Voldemort grabbed his robes and was sent flying backward as if blown by a gust of wind, narrowly avoiding the oncoming stone fist.
"Dumbledore! Are you getting old? Your Transfiguration is only this good?" Voldemort raised his hand again, casting another Killing Curse, "Avada Kedavra!"
For some reason, he had a fleeting illusion that Dumbledore seemed younger and his eyes were much sharper.
The sudden illusion made the Killing Curse less accurate, Dumbledore simply took a step to the side to dodge the incoming green plasma.
"Really? So you're that perceptive?" Dumbledore said calmly, smiling as he waved his wand. The enormous stone fist dispersed again, transforming into stones the size of human heads.
"This is not my prime, it's just a borrowed body!" Voldemort gritted his teeth and drew a circle in the air with his wand.
A ring of Black Mist instantly appeared, blasting all the rocks that were attacking him into nothingness. "Even so, it can easily withstand your magic!"
"Expecto Patronum!"
With the sound of an explosion, Voldemort thrust out his wand, and another thick bolt of green plasma shot out, "Avada Kedavra!"
Almost the same illusion occurred, but this Killing Curse was even less accurate, missing Dumbledore's location by a large margin and only blasting apart the rocks nearby.
"That makes sense, that's what I was thinking too." Dumbledore also realized this, and faced with the green plasma shooting towards him, he simply didn't bother to dodge, his tone and actions were equally perfunctory.
"Dumbledore, you!" Hearing such a dismissive tone, Voldemort felt a surge of anger burning within him. "You're not the only one I have to contend with..."
Wrong!
Voldemort didn't say anything. He suddenly realized something. As the owner of the "Death" Spell Command, the Killing Curse was the magic that should least have problems!
After eliminating all the impossibilities, there is only one factor that could affect the Killing Curse — Wizet is behind it!
As he himself said, Dumbledore wasn't the only opponent!
Thinking of this, Voldemort looked in the direction where Wizet was.
Wizet blinked, surrounded by lightning and thunder, and suddenly distanced herself from him.
The silver rope that had been bound together snapped into pieces, leaving only a few taut Silver Thread that barely maintained his connection with Tom Riddle.
In addition, there was a particularly eye-catching Silver Thread. This thread came from Wizet, and at the end of the thread, there was a wisp of silver light tied to Tom Riddle's body.
At this moment, Voldemort realized that Wizet had successfully used the image of Dumbledore as a "fulcrum" to manipulate those Silver Thread.
"Lockhart!" Voldemort hissed through gritted teeth, his voice filled with hatred.
This person, who could be considered almost entirely useless, provided Wizet with the most suitable "weapon".
Seeing Wizet reach out and grab the Silver Thread extending from herself, Voldemort seemed to make a decision and reached out to grab the last few taut Silver Thread.
The moment the hand touched the Silver Thread, the thread burst forth with a dazzling light, illuminating almost the entire Chamber of Secrets.
Dumbledore immediately waved his wand, creating a vast Magical Energy Field that enveloped him and Wizet.
After the light faded, Tom Riddle changed his position and threw himself into Voldemort's arms, disappearing completely as if a snowflake had touched his palm.
At the same time, a snake-faced phantom, as if drawn by some force, lunged toward Wizet in a posture almost identical to Tom Riddle's.
Wizet frowned. Faced with the ever-approaching snake-faced phantom, he could only raise the Soul Guiding Box and take the snake-faced phantom into it.
"Wizet!" Voldemort glared at Wizet viciously, raised his wand, and aimed it at her. "Avada Kedavra..."
A ball of flame drifted slowly over, and the moment it touched Voldemort's robes, it burst into bright flames.
The firelight did not seem to have the desired effect; it neither ignited the robes nor burned the skin.
However, the instant the flames appeared, Voldemort also let out a painful howl.
Voldemort opened his mouth, as if he were suffering from some kind of inescapable pain, and the sound he made was extremely strange, containing not only Voldemort's voice but also Lockhart's voice.
As a cloud of Black Mist flew out, Lockhart seemed to return to normal, his blue eyes and nose back.
"Cough cough cough..." Dumbledore coughed several times, his eyes revealing extreme exhaustion, as if he had run out of energy...