Facing the Avada Kedavra Curse rushing toward him, Albert remained perfectly composed, without the slightest trace of panic on his face. He swung the Elder Wand in his hand, sending a golden spell shooting from its tip to meet the deadly green light head-on without fear.
The earlier standoff played out once more.
The golden and green spells collided, once again plunging into a contest of Magical Power.
However, after the members of the Defence Association had all left, Albert was the one who found himself isolated and without support.
All one could say was that fortunes had changed.
The fake Voldemort had previously been surrounded and attacked by Albert and the others, but now Albert had fallen into the terrible predicament of being besieged.
Freed from the Patronus that had been holding them back after the Defence Association members departed, the Dementors surged toward the battlefield where the two were fighting, intending to help Voldemort kill Albert.
The Dementors joining the battle undoubtedly tipped the scales of victory. It looked as though Albert was about to lose after being surrounded.
Unfortunately, the outcome did not go as the Death Eaters wished.
Having planned ahead, how could Albert possibly allow himself to be surrounded and plunged into a life-or-death crisis?
From the very beginning, he had not intended to remain locked in a stalemate with Voldemort. The golden spell suddenly swelled in power and, under Voldemort's astonished gaze, drove the green light back toward him. Voldemort had no choice but to react at once, which directly resulted in some unlucky one, dead or alive, being casually seized by Voldemort as a scapegoat. In the end, he was blasted into a pile of minced flesh by Albert's spell when the standoff was interrupted.
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