Voldemort showed off a magical machine gun, only for Dumbledore to send every shot straight back with the Reversing Charm.
He even forced Voldemort to use Smoke Sparrow to dodge his own attacks.
That display of skill made everyone's scalp tingle. Even Voldemort's expression darkened at that moment.
Being outclassed was undoubtedly infuriating, especially for Voldemort, who had always thought highly of himself and considered himself the best in the world. Now, being so thoroughly shown up felt like an utter humiliation.
"Not too old to move yet, Dumbledore?" Voldemort glared viciously at Dumbledore.
"At the very least, I must deal with you before I can relax," Dumbledore said with a sigh.
Although he had looked impressively dashing just now, it was impossible to say he had felt no pressure at all. That series of Reversing Charms had been an extraordinarily magnificent yet extraordinarily deadly waltz with death.
Had he not been facing Voldemort, he truly would not have wanted to use such a dangerous method. Although he was confident he could succeed, that sort of risk-taking had long ceased to appeal to him at his age.
His main reason for choosing this approach had been to undermine Voldemort psychologically.
And judging by Voldemort's expression, Dumbledore knew he had achieved his aim.
"Then you'd better have what it takes!" Voldemort roared, all his former elegance gone. The next moment, he thrust his wand into the air, and thick black clouds appeared in the sky.
Red light flickered within the black clouds. The next moment, six bolts of scarlet lightning struck down from them.
Harry was just about to shout "Patronus Charm" to warn Dumbledore when he saw Dumbledore point his wand into the air. Amid brilliant silver light, a phoenix rose on beating wings. All six bolts of lightning were