Chapter 161: Are We in Danger? (Second Update)

As a terrifying Dark Lord who once stirred up bloody storms throughout the British wizarding community, even though his brain was no longer functioning at its best due to having his soul split into too many pieces, he still retained a basic capacity for judgment.

Today, since the opposing side came with overwhelming momentum and a well-laid plan, the only thing he could do now was fight!

As the proud heir of Slytherin, he should never lack the courage to fight.

"Majun, your young life will end today!" Voldemort declared conventionally, delivering his pre-battle speech. "And Dumbledore, you subjected me to all sorts of surveillance when we were at school back then. Your aged life should come to an end as well!"

"Avada!"

Before the words had even faded, Voldemort raised his arm and unhesitatingly unleashed the Killing Curse, Avada Kedavra. A brilliant and dazzling beam of light shot forth from the tip of his wand.

In truth, Voldemort still believed that Majun would be slightly easier to deal with. Today, surrounded by numerous foes and weakened because his horcruxes had been destroyed, he had no choice but to carve out a bloody path with lightning speed.

As for the subordinates he had summoned, they were already being steadily driven back by the Order of the Phoenix and the Aurors, and they could not be relied upon at all. Once those enemies finished off the Death Eater cannon fodder, they would swarm around to surround him.

"Professor..." Not far away, Hermione let out a sharp scream, seemingly filled with worry for Majun.

Ever since he began studying magic, Majun had never encountered an opponent of such formidable strength, aside from a friendly sparring match with Dumbledore once, so he felt rather excited.

If he relied solely on his physical conditioning to dodge, Majun could easily evade a curse that most wizards in the magical world were unable to avoid. However, he did not choose to do so; instead, he also cast an offensive spell, meeting Voldemort's curse head-on.

When the two dazzling beams of different colors collided, it was like two turbulent rivers crashing together, sending flying spray in all directions!

To the naked eye, the red light from the tip of Majun's wand pushed Voldemort's blue light attack backward step by step at a visible speed.

"To think that..." Voldemort's expression turned grave. "He possesses such immense magic power, even stronger than Dumbledore's. What on earth did he eat growing up?"

On the other side, Dumbledore was not foolish enough to let Majun and Voldemort fight one-on-one. Being as wise and experienced as he was, and with not many days left to live anyway, he shot a Stunning Spell from the Elder Wand.

Seeing that Voldemort was about to be hit, the Dark Lord gritted his teeth and suddenly burst forth with all his remaining energy. This caused him to feel a momentary bout of dizziness, but it broke his entanglement with Majun. He waved his wand once more, beating back Dumbledore's probing spell.

"I will return..." Voldemort executed his signature flight spell, transforming his entire body into a swirl of black mist, and prepared to drop a harsh parting threat before leaving.

However, just as the black mist enveloped his upper body, the attacks from Majun and Voldemort arrived.

If he did not dodge, Voldemort would undoubtedly be doomed once struck. Left with no other choice, he had to halt his escape and resume the battle.

Apparition was a decent escape spell, and Voldemort was naturally proficient in using it, but under the current circumstances, with both Majun and Voldemort present—wait, with Majun and Dumbledore present, both of them possessed the strength to interrupt the Apparition spell.

If the casting process were interrupted, Voldemort's fate would be even more miserable. Perhaps half of his body would be left behind while the other half arrived at a distant destination, leaving his blood and entrails spilled all over the ground!

Knowing this, Voldemort realized he could no longer harbor any illusions of luck. He resolved to fight to the death!

Consequently, the battle among the three of them gained tremendous momentum, slashing several brilliant rays of light across the night sky.

Though Voldemort was steadily driven back, he could still manage occasional counterattacks, though that was largely due to Majun holding back. Majun was merely using this battle to gain smoother control over his supernatural abilities.

In reality, relying solely on Majun's martial arts cultivation from the Xiantian realm, as long as he endured a few spell attacks and closed in on Voldemort, the enemy would surely die. However, Majun had no intention of displaying his internal energy.

The scene was filled with the sights of battle everywhere. Meanwhile, no one seemed to pay any attention to Hermione.

After cheering Majun on a few times, she quietly ran over to Harry and called out to him a few times, but Harry did not respond. Yet Hermione was certain that Harry was not dead, because his chest was rising and falling with abnormal slowness, though the rhythm was gradually accelerating, as if he were slowly coming back to life.

Seeing this, Hermione frowned, her eyes suddenly brightening when she noticed an object protruding from Harry's jacket pocket—a polygonal stone. She reached out abruptly to grab it, but the moment she touched the stone, she paused in deep thought and withdrew her hand, turning her head back toward the battlefield.

"Voldemort!"

Suddenly, Harry startled awake, his eyes snapping open as he gasped heavily and shouted, "Voldemort has re—Hermione? Why are you here? Get away quickly... wait, I didn't die!"

"What?" Hermione asked with a puzzled expression. "Why would you die? Voldemort has indeed resurrected, but this is a plan concocted by Professor Majun and the others. They are dealing with Voldemort right now, and that arch-villain is about to die!"

Harry stared blankly at the fierce scene of battle, utterly bewildered. I was hit by Voldemort's Avada Kedavra curse, yet I didn't die?

"Alright, as long as you're fine, rest for a moment. I need to see how Majun is doing; he and Dumbledore are taking on Voldemort, it's making me worried sick!" Hermione stood up, gripped her wand, walked a couple of steps, and then turned back to say, "If you have any questions, you can ask them after the battle ends. For now, you'd better hide over there!"

After just a few minutes of combat, Voldemort, already weakened to begin with, was panting heavily. He noticed that the battle involving his Death Eater cannon fodder subordinates was nearing its end; hereafter, those wretches would likely spend the rest of their lives residing in Azkaban.

The British wizarding community seemingly had no death penalty. Nevertheless, Voldemort did not delude himself into thinking he would have the fortune to live out his days in Azkaban either. The old man and the young man before him clearly did not intend to capture him alive—they wanted a corpse.

"Heh, the nightmares I brought you must be numerous indeed. Should I feel honored by this, or sorrowful?"

A mocking smile appeared on Voldemort's withered, tree-bark-like face. Suddenly, his narrow eyes constricted sharply as he spotted an opening in Dumbledore—the old man appeared to be running low on magical power.

In truth, this was because Dumbledore was afflicted by a curse, causing his physical body to steadily weaken as well.

Seizing the opportunity, Voldemort forcefully took a Sectumsempra attack from Majun, enduring a bleeding back at all costs, and poured every ounce of his soul's strength into casting three spells simultaneously. He yanked Dumbledore right toward his side and then hurled the old man violently at Majun.

With everyone watching, Majun had no choice but to rescue the old man, though it had little impact on him.

"Professor, watch out!" Suddenly, Hermione rushed forward.

Because, just as Majun was saving Dumbledore, Voldemort seized the moment to launch a sneak attack. "Avada!"

Hermione moved with extreme speed, throwing herself in front of Majun, which left Majun momentarily stunned. "Has my charm broken through the stratosphere? This young girl is actually willing to die for me?"

Even with such thoughts passing through his mind, Majun's actions were not delayed. He quietly used telekinesis to lower Dumbledore safely from the high altitude, and then cast a spell that shattered Voldemort's Avada Kedavra curse.

"Hmph!" Seeing that his attack had failed, Voldemort let out a cold snort, grabbed Hermione who was standing just two paces away, and pulled her in front of him as a human shield. "Now, what are you going to do? Let me leave, or this little girl dies." (To be continued.)
(Tianjin)