Snape's Killing Curse

Voldemort shouted, "You think you can bind me?"

"Of course I don't think that..." Dumbledore stepped onto the Duelling Stage. "But I can do something for Bertha Jorkins. At the very least, I can keep you from running rampant the way you did last time."

At the very least, keep you from running rampant the way you did last time?

Vizet pressed his lips together. Professor Quirrell had once been possessed by Voldemort as well, and Dumbledore had used the Philosopher's Stone then to save Professor Quirrell;

The situation now was very similar, which meant Dumbledore had learned from last time's lesson, preventing Voldemort from taking a mutually destructive approach—draining Bertha Jorkins's Life Force before escaping without a trace.

The moment Dumbledore finished speaking, Voldemort seemed to understand the situation as well and no longer intended to drag things out, or he might end up facing an even worse predicament.

Bertha Jorkins's body began trembling violently, and thick Black Mist kept pouring out of her features;

The Black Mist condensed into a mass in midair, and Voldemort's shape could vaguely be made out within it.

Vizet saw Snape raise his Wand, arched his brows, and lifted his own Wand as well, launching an attack together with Snape and the retired Aurors.

A riot of colorful spells burst from the tips of their Wands, but Voldemort dodged them one by one.

Snape's Polyjuice Potion was still in effect. He let out a hoarse roar. "Avada Kedavra!"

A sinister green light burst from the tip of his Wand, only for Voldemort to dodge it by a hair's breadth.

The retired Aurors' cheeks twitched, but they said nothing more and continued casting their own spells to attack Voldemort.

But Voldemort was very fast. He dodged two of Snape's Killing Curses and lunged toward