Avada Kedavra!
This was the first time Tris had actually seen this spell. In that instant, he felt a shudder deep in his soul, even though he was not its target.
It was only natural for a spell that annihilated souls to make his soul tremble.
No wonder it ranked first among the Three Unforgivable Curses.
So how did Dumbledore deal with this terrifying spell? Quite simply: a tap of his wand, followed by a flick.
Dumbledore effortlessly flicked the Killing Curse's green light away. It struck the vaulted ceiling with a boom, sending rubble and dust raining down.
"Tom, is this how you intend to face me? I must say, I'm a little disappointed." Dumbledore's voice was calm, but the pity in it had become even more pronounced.
Tris's eyes lit up.
It was not because of Dumbledore's magic. Against a half-crippled Voldemort like this, it would have been strange if Dumbledore could not manage that much.
What made his eyes shine was the wand in Dumbledore's hand.
The Elder Wand, the Deathstick!
Tris had to try very hard not to drool. His own wand might suit him perfectly, but that was the most powerful wand in legend.
Well, Tris was a proper Slytherin. His hunger for power was strong.
The wariness in Voldemort's eyes gradually vanished, replaced by rage and madness. "I told you, don't call me that!"
He had no wand, and perhaps because he was operating the body "in reverse," his magic did not flow smoothly. He simply abandoned incantations and transformed the Skeletal Spirit Fire around him into an enormous Fire Serpent, which lunged at Dumbledore with snapping jaws.
That was clearly not a wise choice, however. Dumbledore merely tapped his wand, and the charging Fire Serpent froze in midair. It shuddered slightly, then turned