Before the duel between the two powerful wizards even began, the surrounding air thinned due to the collision of magical fluctuations.
Voldemort's Yew Wand slithered like a snake, and the nearby tombstones quickly assembled into a large stone serpent.
It opened its gaping maw and attacked like lightning, but was easily stopped by Dumbledore's Elder Wand.
To play with Transfiguration in front of a former Transfiguration professor, I don't know what Voldemort was thinking.
Dumbledore dared not be careless. Seeing Voldemort reach for his mouth, he swung his Elder Wand, leaving a trail of silver sparks.
The frozen stone serpent instantly transformed into a massive crystal shield, and what Voldemort pulled from his mouth was a ball of blazing green flame.
You don't need to go to the scene to experience it in person; just by looking at the constantly twisting shape of the flames, you know it's dangerous.
Moreover, it was particularly strange; it looked very hot, but the slender fingers that it burned did not change at all.
Voldemort closed his blood-red eyes, took a deep breath, and blew hard on the flame in his hand when he opened them again.
As if gasoline had been poured on it, the twisted and eerie green flames spun like snakes around the huge crystal shield and stopped in front of the tip of the Elder Wand held by Dumbledore.
What Harry felt up close was not scorching heat, but a bone-chilling cold.
Dumbledore's expression turned serious. Noticing the change in the flames, he suddenly reached out and pushed Harry away.
The eerie green flames expanded into a sphere, then burst open like a punctured balloon.
Amidst the countless splashes of green flame, stood Dumbledore's tall figure.
His robe remained white, except for the glaring red stain on his abdomen.
"Harry, please take good care of Mr. Malfoy for me."
As soon as he finished speaking, Draco was pulled in front of Harry.
A massive crystal shield rose from the ground, firmly covering the heads of the two.
Through the dazzling crystal, countless viewers watching the live stream were deeply impressed.
This is a duel between top wizards, where powerful spells can be unleashed with just a simple wave of a wand.
The splashing green flames neither continued to burn nor went out; they all mysteriously seeped into the ground.
Voldemort smiled smugly and raised his hands. "Dumbledore, taste the symphony of the dead that I have carefully prepared for you."
Dumbledore's pupils contracted, and he stomped his foot to make himself jump up.
Before he even landed, more than a dozen pale white bone hands emerged from the spot where he had just been standing.
Skeletons burst from the ground, their eyes burning with the eerie green flames that had emanated from them.
Dumbledore waved the Elder Wand in mid-air, summoning a red flame that surrounded him.
His figure landed lightly, and with the rhythm of the Elder Wand's swing, large swathes of molten fire spread outwards.
"PartisTemporus (Temporary Separation) —"
After a spell was cast, the lava-like flames split into even larger pieces of fire.
The hundreds of pale white skeletons controlled by Voldemort let out shrill screams, vaporizing before they even came into contact with the flames.
Voldemort watched expressionlessly as the flames, transformed into ferocious beasts, drew ever closer.
Wherever they passed, the pale white skeletons all let out shrill screams.
But the scorched earth remained completely unaffected; what terrifying magical control that was!
He seems to have lost again when it comes to playing with fire.
The temporarily separated flames were then controlled by extremely powerful magic to materialize into ferocious beasts. As expected, the strongest wizard of the era was not weakened by Barty Crouch's sneak attack.
Voldemort closed his eyes again, recalling his childhood self, the one who had first met Dumbledore and turned pale with fright at the fire magic he unleashed.
With his long, pale fingers gripping the Yew Wand tightly, Voldemort suddenly opened his eyes and forcefully plunged the wand into the ground.
With a thunderous roar, a deep, bottomless crack appeared in the ground beneath his feet, from which surged red flames even more vibrant than those of a ferocious beast materialized from fire.
These flames seemed to have no limit, constantly erupting from the earth.
As it nearly covered half the night sky, Voldemort drew his Yew Wand, quietly watching the onrushing fiery beasts, and laughed triumphantly once more.
The Fiendfyre he summoned not only possessed a terrifying aura of destruction, but also rapidly Transfiguration under his control, eventually transforming into a gigantic python overlooking the fiery beasts.
Voldemort's Fiendfyre Borealis opened its gaping maw, and as it tore at Voldemort, Dumbledore's fiery beasts were also tearing at it.
The clash of their magic created a scene that was anything but ordinary.
The flames on Dumbledore's side had no impact on the outside world; the fiery beasts had only one target.
Voldemort's Fiendfyre Boa was different; the ground beneath it had already melted and flowed, and even the distant tombstones had turned red due to the high temperature.
The stark contrast left Harry, inside the crystal shield, speechless with astonishment.
But he wasn't the only one surprised; at this moment, countless wizards in the Wizarding World were reacting in a much more exaggerated way.
"Hahaha—" Amid Voldemort's maniacal laughter, the Fiendfyre Serpent successfully devoured the last fiery beast.
Despite its much smaller size, its eyes, made of flames, remain aggressive.
Despite appearing to be at a disadvantage, Dumbledore remained unmoved. "Tom, I know you've always wanted to surpass me."
He slowly raised the Elder Wand, drawing a graceful arc. "But unfortunately, I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you this time as well."
The Fiendfyre Python screamed and rapidly expanded, only to be disemboweled by the fiery beast it had previously swallowed, right before Voldemort's incredulous eyes.
Temporary Separation is a high-level spell; it separates not the volume of the fire, but the magical energy that constitutes it.
In other words, the beasts that the Fiendfyre Python killed were not the original ones; the last one it devoured was.
Voldemort waved his hand, throwing the Fiendfyre that was falling towards him aside.
His blood-red eyes were filled with resentment and anger; in this game of fire, he had ultimately lost.
But he was Voldemort who flew over death.
The Yew Wand emitted an emerald green light. "Avada Kedavra!"
A green lightning bolt, brimming with murderous intent, pierced through the raging, snarling beast and arrived before Dumbledore in the blink of an eye.
Before the Killing Curse could strike, a clay Giant crawled out of the ground and caught the fatal blow with its arms crossed.
The clay Giant in front of Dumbledore had its hands shattered, but it quickly returned to its original state.
How can life be taken away from something that has no life? The most powerful wizard of the era taught all the wizards watching the live stream a lesson.
Voldemort, instead of getting angry, laughed.
If this duel could be ended with a single Killing Curse, it would be incredibly boring.