Voldemort, who had been keeping a close eye on Draco, keenly noticed this change—it was exactly what he wanted!
At that moment, wild joy erupted from the snake's eyes!
"Hahahaha!" Voldemort let out a piercing laugh, his attacks continuing unabated, his voice filled with smugness.
"I see! Young Malfoy! Even if you possess those lost Ancient Magic, even if you are exceptionally talented..."
"The magic within you is ultimately finite!"
"It's not enough to sustain you in this intense battle for long! Now... this is your death day! When your magic runs out, that will be the moment your shield breaks and you perish!"
Draco's lips curled into a strange smile as he watched Voldemort's maniacal laughter and increasingly fierce attacks.
While maintaining the Transfiguration, he reached into the inside pocket of his wizard's robe with his free left hand.
"Indeed, continuing like this is a bit mana-intensive," Draco joked, "But..."
He took out a crystal-clear, cone-shaped bottle.
Mana Potions for when fighting Young Rookwood!
"I have this." Draco shook the bottle, and to Voldemort's sudden change of expression, he used his thumb to pop off the cork.
"No--! Stop him!" Voldemort's pupils constricted as he realized what it was, and he roared in exasperation.
Even disregarding the control of the Transfiguration, the Yew Wand snapped, launching an even faster Avada Kedavra!
The green light shot straight at Draco and the potion in his hand!
Not only must we interrupt, we must destroy!
We absolutely must not let this kid regain his magic!
However, Draco seemed to have anticipated this; he didn't look at the deadly green light, but simply said:
" Protego Maxima."
Finally, just enough magic to cast a shield surged forth, and a pale golden shield once again stood between him and the green light.
"Boom!" The Killing Curse collided with the shield, producing a deafening roar. The shield fluctuated violently, its light flashing.
It eventually dissipated along with the green light.
The immense impact forced Draco back half a step, making his face even paler.
But amidst the dust and light of the explosion, Draco tilted his head back and drank the pale blue liquid in the conical flask in one gulp!
"Gulp."
The sound of swallowing was clearly audible during the brief silence.
The next second, a vortex of azure magic, just as powerful as it had been in its prime, erupted from Draco's body!
The pebbles on the ground were pushed aside and suspended by an invisible force.
His previously pale face turned rosy, and the fluctuations of his own magical power were as unfathomable as a vast ocean!
He casually tossed the empty bottle to the ground, shattering it, and looked at Voldemort, whose face was ashen, with renewed mockery.
"How about it, Old Voldy? Who's on their last legs now? Show us what other tricks you have up your sleeve."
After all..." Draco's tone turned cold.
This is your last chance.
"You... you deserve to die! You all deserve to die!"
Under Draco's relentless taunts and cheat-like recovery methods, Voldemort's sanity finally crumbled completely.
At this moment, he no longer wanted to cast any spells, but instead poured all his soul's fury and remaining magic power into the most destructive form of Dark Magic.
" Fiendfyre!" Voldemort roared the incantation with all his might.
The magic wand also pointed straight to the sky!
At this moment, the night sky seemed to be torn apart.
Crimson flames, churning with endless destructive energy, cascaded down from the sky like a waterfall from hell!
The flames twisted and condensed rapidly in the air, transforming into countless enormous fire pythons that spewed raging flames!
They roared,
With a terrifying power capable of incinerating everything, it swooped down towards Draco and Hermione's location.
The temperature in the entire cemetery soared instantly, the air distorted, and even space itself seemed to tremble under the terrifying Fiendfyre.
Faced with this horde of Fiendfyre that could scorch the heavens and boil the seas, Draco's face showed a solemn expression for the first time.
But he did not back down, and with a curse...
" Protego Diabolica!" Draco swung his wand rapidly.
A golden-red flame shield rose around the two of them, temporarily blocking the first wave of the Fiendfyre pythons.
The colliding flames produced a terrifying hissing sound.
"Lionfire Spell - Lion Strikes!"
Draco then unleashed his self-created fire magic, transforming a fire shield into several majestic lions that charged out.
They roared and fiercely pounced on the surrounding Fiendfyre pythons, tearing and fighting them! For a moment, the center of the cemetery seemed to have transformed into a battlefield of mythical fire beasts.
The golden-red and ghostly-red flames collided, annihilated, and regenerated wildly, their light illuminating half the night sky as if it were daytime.
However, Draco's methods didn't stop there!
In the lull between the fiery lion and the Fiendfyre python, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he made an extremely bold decision.
Fight fire with fire, and control the Fiendfyre!
He suddenly raised his wand high, aiming it at the source of the Fiendfyre that was still pouring down from the sky!
"In my name, Fiendfyre... take human form!"
A strange magical fluctuation spread out.
In the sky, a portion of the Fiendfyre that was originally controlled by Voldemort suddenly struggled and twisted violently, as if it were being forcibly attracted, stripped away, and reshaped by a more primal fire rule!
Under Voldemort's horrified gaze, that portion of Fiendfyre rapidly contracted and condensed, eventually transforming into a colossal dragon in the form of an Eastern divine dragon, even larger than all the Fiendfyre pythons combined!
Flame Dragon!
The dragon raised its head and let out a roar that shook the heavens and the earth. Its eyes, like two burning suns, locked onto Voldemort below and Peter Pettigrew, who was already frozen in terror beside him!
"Go!" Draco pointed his wand downwards.
The fiery dragon swung its tail, carrying the power to incinerate everything, and like a meteor falling from the sky, it pounced straight at Voldemort and Peter!
Wherever it passed, the Fiendfyre pythons retreated in fear.
"No!!" Voldemort cried.
He's going completely insane!
What kind of monster is this Young Malfoy?!
He not only blocked his own Fiendfyre,
Even more outrageous is
It can even turn the tables and seize control of a portion of it, and even mold it into an even more terrifying form to launch a counterattack?!
In a hurry,
Voldemort could only frantically wave his wand, ordering the remaining Fiendfyre Serpents to return to defense, while simultaneously erecting layers of heavy Protego and dark magical barriers in front of him.
The fiery dragon crashed violently into the swarm of Fiendfyre pythons and layers of defenses, creating a deafening explosion!
A mushroom cloud of flames rose into the air, and a violent shockwave of fire spread wildly in all directions in a circular pattern.
Wherever they went,
The remaining tombstones were completely reduced to dust.
A thick layer of soil was also scraped away from the ground.
Even the distant ruins of Riddle House are crumbling!
At the epicenter of the explosion, the light was blinding.
Only Voldemort's piercing screams remained.
And Peter's desperate cries could be faintly heard...
Voldemort will never be able to resurrect now.
Because my father's remains were also lost there...
After a long while, the flames and smoke slowly dissipated.
In the center of the cemetery, there was a huge, charred pit tens of meters in diameter, and the soil at the bottom of the pit had been vitrified by the high temperature.