A Storm Raged in Voldemort's Mind

Dumbledore paused, his azure eyes turning to Voldemort with a hint of meaning. In a calm voice, he said, "Tom, nowhere is absolutely safe... You should know that very well."

Voldemort's gaze darkened.

Indeed, nowhere in this world was absolutely safe.

He had entered the Chamber of Secrets, infiltrated Gringotts, Hogwarts, the Ministry of Magic, and Azkaban, and even broken the Fidelius Charm protecting the Potter family.

All of them had been places reputed to be "absolutely safe."

In that case, there was nothing particularly strange about Dumbledore breaking his magic.

But...

Apparition was impossible here!

In pursuit of "absolute safety," Voldemort had set up Anti-Apparition magic throughout the manor. Those outside could not enter, and those inside could not leave.

That included Voldemort himself.

In other words, Voldemort had to fight! Then he would have to take the opportunity to disable the Anti-Apparition magic.

As if he had guessed Voldemort's thoughts, Dumbledore said blandly, "Tom, since I came here to find you, I will never let you escape... I think you know that very well."

"Are you going to kill me, Dumbledore?"

Voldemort's voice was icy. "You know you can't do it! I have already attained immortality... Dumbledore, you cannot kill me."

Speaking of "immortality," Voldemort gradually regained his confidence.

He might not be Dumbledore's match, but Dumbledore could never kill him either.

It was just a pity about Little Barty Crouch and Snape.

"Tom, I should have told you many times that your greatest failure is your inability to understand that there are things worse than death."

Dumbledore's gaze was profound. "But... today... I may kill you."

As he spoke, Dumbledore took a dark green locket from his pocket.

"Dumbledore, you always..."

Voldemort had only gotten halfway through his sentence before he forcibly swallowed the rest.

He stared