Voldemort kept Snape under tight guard, forcing Kyle to temporarily abandon his plan to rescue him first and focus entirely on dealing with Voldemort.
For a time, spells flashed continuously all around them.
Outnumbered two to one, Voldemort gradually began to lose ground. Several times, he only barely managed to evade Rosier's Killing Curse.
A student who had only just graduated and a failure who should have retired from the wizarding world long ago had actually forced the great Dark Lord into such a state that he had to roll on the ground...
Voldemort's eyes were icy. He felt as though he had returned to those days more than a decade ago when he had been a wandering spirit, forced to possess disgusting crawling creatures just to survive.
That had been the most humiliating period of his life, and this was no different.
Besides being unable to defeat Kyle and Rosier, another thing that infuriated him was Dumbledore's attitude...
Voldemort could accept being defeated by Dumbledore, because it was far from the first time. Ever since more than a decade ago, he had never once won when facing Dumbledore. Voldemort had long grown used to it.
But he could not accept being ignored by Dumbledore.
When he had first seen Dumbledore return from the dead, he had truly been startled. For a moment, he had even thought Dumbledore had used Horcruxes too.
What followed immediately was fear and panic... because Voldemort knew very well that, in his current state, he would definitely be no match for Dumbledore.
Even if he focused solely on fleeing, he would have to pay a tremendous price for even a chance at success.
In that moment, Voldemort had thought of many things. He had even gritted his teeth and made a major decision, mentally preparing