Peter had a feeling something was wrong.
A few seconds later, he saw two people from the "Top Five Most Unwanted People List"—Albus Dumbledore and Klein Grindelwald, the "Hogwarts Little Devil."
"Dumbledore!"
Voldemort was startled to suddenly see someone he knew.
But the Dark Lord was the Dark Lord, after all. He quickly suppressed his turbulent emotions and sneered.
"I never expected you to come to America."
"Tom?"
Dumbledore had still been wondering why Klein had suddenly taken him along in Apparition.
But the moment he saw Voldemort, everything became clear.
The old man narrowed his eyes, keeping Voldemort distracted with his words as he silently felt for the Elder Wand tucked into his suit sleeve.
At this distance...
"Shut up! You are not to call me by that name!"
Voldemort was furious. The pale skin exposed to the air gave off strange waves of magical energy.
Klein's eyelid twitched.
He knew that feeling all too well.
"Tom, why did you have to do this to yourself?"
Unaware of the change in Klein beside him, Dumbledore continued speaking.
"Was giving up your humanity really worth the power?"
"Worth it?"
At that, Voldemort threw back his head and laughed.
The next second, a glint of menace flashed in his eyes.
"Then I'll let you see for yourself. Avada Kedavra!"
Strike first, or be struck down.
Voldemort was actually a little afraid when Dumbledore tracked him all the way to America.
It wasn't that he lacked confidence in his own power.
Rather, ever since he was a child, he'd had an instinctive fear of that old geezer.
He'd said before that if his spirit could exist in the world for longer, he'd have wanted to outlive Dumbledore before even considering coming back to life.
But now he had no choice. Dumbledore had