When had I become important enough to warrant the Dark Lord making a personal appearance? Albert's expression nearly cracked. He had originally assumed Voldemort would not show up here. After all, there were so many spectators at the Duelling Competition. If Voldemort attacked him personally, it would directly expose the fact that Voldemort was still alive. Yet the Dark Lord had actually disguised himself as someone else.
You're the Dark Lord. How could you bring yourself to disguise yourself as someone else? Your Dark Lord swagger has fallen all over the floor! He was really planning to kill Albert openly in the duel!
If someone was killed by their opponent in a duel, no one could blame anyone else, nor would it expose Voldemort's identity. Besides, dying at the hands of Dark Wizard Avdjey did not seem particularly strange.
After all, Dark Wizard Avdjey had slaughtered countless people!
The situation was dire! Albert reached for his wand and laid it across his lap, remaining on guard against Voldemort suddenly attacking him at any moment.
Fortunately, he was not entirely unprepared either.
Albert let out a soft breath, took several gummies from his pocket, unwrapped one and chewed it, while picking out the gummy containing Felix Felicis.
If possible, Albert truly did not want to face Voldemort so soon. It was simply too disadvantageous. He held no advantage in any respect, and he himself was still developing.
Give him another fifteen years—no, ten years. Ten years would be enough. Once everything about him had reached its peak, fighting Voldemort head-on would not be a problem.
After all, with ten years of preparation, Albert was confident he could defeat Voldemort.
As for now, perhaps he could keep himself from being killed, but... Albert truly disliked engaging in a duel with such low