"Dumbledore! Let me see it!" Voldemort threw back his head and laughed wildly, raising his wand as powerful magical fluctuations rippled through the air around him. "What can you do now?!"
As his voice fell, dazzling red light burst from the tip of his wand. Like a falling crimson meteor, it shot straight toward the battlefield below.
Dumbledore and Quirrell's expressions changed. They immediately understood Voldemort's intentions—he wanted to shift his target and seize the initiative.
They could easily imagine the disaster that would result if the spell truly struck the battlefield below, especially the areas where both sides were fighting most densely.
Without the slightest hesitation, Dumbledore seemed to be wreathed in pale flames as he dove straight down. In the blink of an eye, he appeared directly beneath the crimson meteor.
He gripped his wand tightly and swung it fiercely upward at the crimson meteor.
A silvery-white glow burst from the tip of his wand, rapidly spreading above him and extending upward to form a spherical magical energy field, trying to envelop the crimson meteor.
Voldemort smiled coldly. This was exactly the moment he had been waiting for!
Sure enough, as long as others were present, Dumbledore would reveal his hypocrisy. Putting on such an act, overestimating himself, trying to protect those still fighting on the ground.
Since that was the case, Voldemort would play along!
He made his decision at once, evading Quirrell's attack and grabbing another new wand. As it crumbled into ash, several more crimson meteors fell from the sky.
Dumbledore's eyes flickered. He seemed to be calculating the meteors' points of impact. Raising his wand, he expanded the spherical magical energy field once more, meeting the crimson meteors about to descend.
The first crimson meteor slammed into the magical energy field. The field trembled