A beam of light descended from the pitch-black night sky, connecting to the earth, Voldemort's figure was instantly engulfed.
However, amid cheers from around the world, the pillar of light composed of countless lightning bolts began to crack.
With a series of "click" sounds, the illuminated night sky returned to darkness.
Dumbledore, perched on the shoulder of the clay Giant, forcefully swung the Elder Wand down, and under the control of the Weather Charms, an even more magnificent pillar of light once again connected to the earth.
The lightning that flew out only cleaved the ground into hideous cracks. Voldemort had chosen to withstand this powerful magic, which was beyond the limits of any wizard's imagination. He must have been reduced to dust by now.
"Hahahaha—" After the extremely maniacal laughter, the pillar of light that covered almost half of the cemetery dimmed at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye.
When darkness returned, Voldemort, scarred and battered, still stood.
His left arm was charred, just like the ground beneath his feet, covered with countless cracks, as if it would crumble into dust at the slightest touch.
"Powerful magic—" He looked up and glanced contemptuously at the dissipating clouds overhead, his right hand gripping the Yew Wand as he ran it across his charred left arm. "You should have used your full power from the start, Dumbledore."
His entire left arm instantly turned into a cloud of black dust. "Wormtail, come here!"
The moment a rat's head peeked out from the edge of the graveyard, the Yew Wand was already pointed at it.
Peter Pettigrew's body transformed back into human form, as if being dragged over by an unseen hand that gripped his throat.
Dumbledore waved the Elder Wand, severing the invisible hand from afar. "Tom, you've actually fallen to this level."
Conventional magic cannot regenerate severed limbs; Voldemort had his eye on Peter Pettigrew's only remaining intact arm.
"Corruption?" Voldemort's scarred body emitted an ominous black mist. "You don't understand, Dumbledore. This is the power called immortality."
His body was enveloped in black mist, and he flew towards Peter Pettigrew like a snake.
The chains that Dumbledore Transfiguration Transfiguration not restrain him; his body, shrouded in black mist, seemed to have no physical form.
"Ah—" The black mist swallowed Peter Pettigrew, leaving only a miserable and painful scream.
Dumbledore, perched on the shoulder of the clay Giant, wore an expression more solemn than ever before.
Voldemort's body had undergone countless magical modifications, giving him unimaginable magical resistance.
The Weather Charms that was so powerful it would be recorded in the history of magic only destroyed an arm. It is unlikely that conventional magic could completely destroy the newborn body that carries his terrifying power.
Dumbledore noticed the black mist beginning to shrink and used a large-scale Transfiguration to create even more clay Giant.
They walked towards the black mist, eventually surrounding the source of this ominous aura.
Before Voldemort could properly adapt to his new arms, his entire body was firmly gripped by the dozens of arms of the clay Giant.
Dumbledore watched from afar as Peter Pettigrew had fainted, lay unconscious.
He only has an arm left, missing his hand, and he'll never be able to hold a wand again in this lifetime.
Dumbledore controlled the clay Giant beneath his feet and walked up to Voldemort. "Tom, how much humanity do you have left?"
If someone can be so cold-hearted to their most loyal servants, how much more so to complete strangers?
Voldemort arrogantly raised his long, serpentine nostrils. "Your greatest weakness is your inability to let go of pointless emotions."
His narrow eyes focused on the red stain on Dumbledore's white robe. "You think I didn't notice? Dumbledore, every time you use magic, it causes excruciating pain that ordinary people cannot endure. How long do you think you can keep going?"
Dumbledore's gaze remained unwavering. "Tom, we all know there are many ways to destroy a person, but you are wrong, terribly wrong. The real power is what has kept me from falling. You will never understand it, and you will never obtain it."
The clay Giant disintegrated into massive boulders, which crashed heavily onto Voldemort's bound body.
The massive rock shattered into smaller pieces upon impact, which then continued to fall until the clay Giant beneath Dumbledore's feet disintegrated, ultimately forming a tightly connected giant sphere as tall as a five-story building.
Dark red blood sizzled and seeped out from the cracks, corroding everything that trapped Voldemort's newborn body.
Dumbledore's Elder Wand tapped the giant sphere, and the stones that made it up were squeezed and gradually shrunk.
The existence of Horcrux prevents Voldemort from being completely killed, but at least it can destroy his newly formed body, preventing the British Wizarding World from suffering his devastation once again.
When the giant sphere shrinks to half its original size, a large amount of corrosive dark red blood simultaneously splatters from the cracks on its surface.
Immediately afterwards, the sphere seemed to vaporize, being corroded at an extremely rapid speed.
Dumbledore frowned and waved the Elder Wand, Transfiguration a large number of boulders.
But before the boulder could fall, a plume of black mist shot from inside the sphere into the sky.
Voldemort's severely Transfiguration and twisted body was covered in dark red blood, and his black robes were so corroded that they could barely cover his vital parts.
"How ruthless, Dumbledore!" His snake-like head fell to his chest as if boneless, only connected to his body by the skin of his neck. "You've ruined my body, which took me 14 years to recover. Leave me something!"
He suddenly opened his mouth wide, and the tongue that shot out was like a sharp dagger.
Dumbledore raised his hand and caught the tongue that was attacking him, then swung the Elder Wand and cut it cleanly in half.
After that dramatic moment, Voldemort's body was once again enveloped in black mist, and in the blink of an eye, he fled swiftly into the distance.
Dumbledore was about to give chase, the tongue he was holding in his left hand suddenly erupted with a powerful aura of Dark Magic, exploding into countless ghostly blue flames with a "boom".
The splashing flames were frozen in time just before hitting the ground, then gathered along the path into a translucent sphere.
Dumbledore crushed it with his burned left hand and quietly watched the direction Voldemort had left in.
He escaped over a hundred miles in just a few seconds; when it comes to surviving, no one can beat him.
The red flames appeared and disappeared, Dumbledore was no longer there.
The wizards watching the live stream were as anxious as ants on a hot pan.
If Voldemort manages to escape, the entire Wizarding World will suffer.
After nearly half an hour of agonizing and long waiting, Dumbledore reappeared from a burst of red flames.
With a serious expression, he restrained the unconscious Peter Pettigrew and Barty Crouch, then raised the Elder Wand to disarm the massive crystal shield protecting Harry and Draco.
Judging from the current situation, this ultimate showdown between white magic and Dark Magic seems to have ended with Voldemort's escape.