Voldemort's Death!

Under the three men's extraordinary perception,

the green light quickly revealed its true form.

Unlike the wand-thick rays of ordinary spells,

it was extremely thin,

like a needle.

Yet within that needle lay a force of death far exceeding the pillar-like Killing Curse from before.

Moreover, that power was incomparably pure and condensed.

It seemed to be death itself.

Yet, the very next second after it "noticed" it was being watched,

it vanished into thin air.

Ding! It appeared out of nowhere before Riddle—only 0.3 inches from his pupil.

In the thin air,

a solid silver shield blocked the needle of death just in front of Riddle's nose.

At the same time, short, clipped syllables came from the mouths of Riddle, Dumbledore, and Grindelwald.

The three had just jointly cast a protective spell, creating that shield.

Yet the instant the shield touched the needle, it shattered into pieces.

Voldemort, who had hidden in a crack in reality after casting the spell, was stunned.

Why were they so weak? Compared to before, anyway.

He cautiously poked his head out from behind a surviving rock.

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"Hmm, I'll try again." His pupils dilated as he stared fixedly at Riddle.

He looked blank and foolish.

But the invisible ripples spreading across Riddle's body

showed that he was not trying to act cute.

The invisible gaze was filled with vicious curses.

They collided with the protective spell Riddle had cast upon himself once more.

"Hmm, try again." Voldemort vanished once more.

Within the crack in reality, he secretly exhaled a wisp of purple flame.

After four or five successive tests, he confirmed their current level from Riddle and the others' responses.

At last, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, twenty feet in front of Dumbledore and the other two, Voldemort materialized from