Backstab "This is impossible!"
Voldemort's eyes widened. He could not believe that, with the Deathstick in hand, he had actually lost to someone else in a contest of Magical Power.
"That's why Harry said your ignorance was laughable. From the very beginning, you killed the wrong person. Snape was never the true master of the Elder Wand. Naturally, killing him could not make you the master of the Elder Wand, nor could it let you wield that wand's true power." Albert curled his lips in amusement and said with a trace of malicious delight, "What do you think of the surprise Dumbledore left you?"
A flicker of astonishment appeared on Voldemort's face, but it vanished in an instant. It took him only a moment to guess who the wand's true master was.
"Draco Malfoy!" Voldemort muttered.
He had once sent Draco Malfoy to assassinate Dumbledore. It was probably then that Dumbledore had secretly transferred ownership of the Deathstick to Malfoy, who remained completely unaware of it even now.
There was no doubt that it had been the safest choice. Hidden in plain sight, Voldemort would likely never have thought of it.
"Oh, it seems you've already guessed who the master of the Elder Wand is." Albert did not care in the slightest that Voldemort knew the "truth."
"With my dueling skills, you cannot kill me."
Albert's attitude made Voldemort raise his guard in secret. Especially now that he had lost the advantage of all his Horcruxes and the Deathstick, Voldemort had no intention of continuing to tangle with Albert at the risk of his life.
Having lost all desire to fight, Voldemort abruptly transformed into a stream of black smoke and shot into the air. He intended to kill Draco Malfoy, the true master of the Deathstick, first, then return