"That look in your eyes is truly terrifying!"
Albert and Voldemort almost simultaneously swung the Elder Wand he had disguised. A green spell and a golden spell burst from their wand tips, colliding in midair as they entered a contest of Magical Power. For a moment, neither side could gain the upper hand.
Strictly speaking, Albert had won from the very beginning. He simply had no intention of revealing that his Magical Power far surpassed Voldemort's, so he had to restrain himself to avoid crushing Voldemort outright, resulting in the current deadlock.
As for who would win?
Albert was not fighting alone.
Sure enough.
Once the Defence Association members saw the two sides locked in a stalemate, they took the initiative to join the siege against Voldemort.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Someone fired a Killing Curse directly at Voldemort, who was confronting Albert.
After the green light completely engulfed Voldemort, the standoff was thoroughly broken. Albert's spell pierced through the green light and exploded behind Voldemort.
Voldemort did not lose his life because of it, thanks to the fact that he had never forgotten that he was outnumbered. Otherwise, an ambush like that would have taken him out in one blow.
Though he had narrowly escaped disaster, Voldemort was hardly in good shape.
The moment everyone saw Voldemort rolling about in disarray as he tried to get up, countless spells flew toward him, instantly engulfing him completely.
That was the beauty of a siege.
Perhaps Voldemort really could kill every member of the Defence Association, but against the team Albert had brought, all he could do was flee in disgrace.
Yet the sight before him put Albert in a difficult position. He was hesitating over whether to kill Voldemort now.
But if he did that, his original plan would fall apart completely.