"Finally... got him?"
Voldemort did not relax his guard in the slightest. His eyes remained fixed on the spot ahead, wary that Anderson might use the swirling dust as cover to launch a sudden attack.
After waiting a while, the anticipated ambush never came. It was as though the person who had just fought him had fallen to the Avada Kedavra Curse? But that was more likely Voldemort's wishful thinking. Exceptional wizards were difficult to kill, and this proved it once again.
Because Albert was still alive.
At the critical moment earlier, Albert had used Apparition to flee the battlefield directly. He had cleverly feigned death as bait for a trap, planning to suddenly reappear and surprise Voldemort once he thought he had succeeded.
Voldemort had indeed been startled. His entire body flew backward as though struck by something, shooting away like a cannonball. Almost the instant Voldemort hit the ground, the spot where he had landed erupted in a succession of explosions like a bombardment, completely swallowing his figure.
When Voldemort used Apparition to escape in disgrace, he discovered that Anderson had vanished from sight once more.
A bad feeling rose in his heart.
Before Voldemort could react, his entire body was sent flying again.
Though it had only taken an instant, Albert had accurately predicted where Voldemort would likely reappear and greeted him with silent, wandless Charms that could be cast in an instant.
This time, however, Albert did not pursue him, because he sensed that Voldemort's reinforcements had arrived.
A group of uninvited guests had willingly joined the duel.
Dementors surged in like ocean waves, blotting out the sky. Albert could clearly feel the surrounding temperature plummeting.
Under normal circumstances, Albert would have simply summoned a Patronus and easily dealt with these evil Dark Creatures. But not