Me? Fight Voldemort!

Green light and flames slammed together, like magnificent fireworks blooming across the night sky.

The green light was the Killing Curse unleashed by the most powerful Dark wizard in history, while the flames were a derivative of Fiendfyre empowered by the archaic wand. As the two forces of magic collided, space seemed to freeze for an instant before surging into a wild storm.

Before the blazing lion behind them could even draw near, it was crushed into countless specks of light. The brilliant glow illuminated the sky, dimming the stars and moon hanging above the clouds.

Beneath them, dazzling magical fireworks burst forth. The shockwave from the collision spread outward in a ravaging sphere. Voldemort hovered in midair, neither falling nor retreating. Instead, he immediately flicked his wand and shot away, opening some distance as he waited for the aftershock to fade.

"Loren Morgan, although you are still a student who has yet to graduate, we are already old friends. You have ruined my plans time and again and destroyed my Horcruxes, yet I have never blamed you or dealt with you. Even when you wanted Wormtail's life, I did not hesitate to send my loyal servant before you. We have no reason to be enemies.

"Dumbledore is old. He can no longer stand against my magic, so he gave you the Elder Wand in the hope of using you against me...

"I value your talent more than Dumbledore does, and I respect your will more than Dumbledore does. If we join forces, we will conquer death completely and conquer the entire world. All the mysteries of magic will lie before us."

Loren hovered in the air, also waiting for the magical storm to settle. He called back brightly, "Then could you show a little more sincerity and tell me