Chapter 239 The Black Meteor

High above the sky, in the black fog.

Voldemort's handsome face revealed a paleness that had never been seen before.

His left hand began to shake uncontrollably, forcing him to pull out a sharp broken blade from his black robe and violently pierce the palm of his hand!

Scarlet blood splashed out and spilled from the sky down to the ground!

Yet the self-inflicted act that would inevitably have worked in the past did not stop the other restless mind at this moment!

"Idiot! Don't get in my way at this time! I'll kill him right now! I'll kill him right now!!!"

His expression suddenly became extremely distorted, his handsome face was so hideous that it was frightening!

"Rubbish! He should have died 10 years ago! It's only because of your incompetence that it has been dragged out until now!"

The sharp blade with a cold glint pierced through Voldemort's palm and stuck solidly in his hand bone, but its owner apparently had no time to care about it.

Half of the fierce facial expression and half of the cold side formed a stark contrast, the black fog around repeatedly changed between fierce intensification and relaxation, which made Dumbledore keenly aware that Voldemort's current body problems, were definitely not his disguise to make him take a chance!

Crimson flame instantly burst in the darkness of the night like the dazzling light of the day, dispelling half the darkness of the sky, and also broke through the grim blanket laid by Voldemort overhead!

Only at this moment, Dumbledore truly used his full strength.

He knows very well at this time when confronting Voldemort if he really let loose, and fights hard, he is likely to repeat the same mistake as 10 years ago in the Hogwarts Astronomy Tower battle.

The Witching Horizon's operation this time is only to save the muggle wizards in the re-educational camp, and as long as this purpose succeeds, then they will achieve the greatest victory.

And the basis for all this activity to go smoothly, it is necessary for Dumbledore to hold back Voldemort, and once he loses the battle again, it is not only him who dies, but all the people who came here can't walk away unscathed.

So in this battle, Dumbledore insisted on the principle of dragging the time in the beginning, under the premise that he could remain alive.

But now the situation has obviously changed dramatically!

All the words Voldemort just said, he has clearly been listening to each word from the very beginning, the sea thing can only be a new discovery on Jon's side!

Such an excellent opportunity, Dumbledore will certainly not give up!

Before it was Voldemort who wanted to keep him and kill him, but now it has given Dumbledore the hope of killing the dark lord!

A crisp cry rang out in the clouds!

With a melodious song, Fawkes's feathers glowed with gold and red on the surface, as he rushed into the burst of black fog that wrapped around Voldemort!

Red light enveloped the entire place, blooming like a blossom in the dead of night!

"Partis Temporus!"

High temperatures filled every corner, scorching the rocks at the top of this black fortress into crimson as if they were soaked in lava.

Voldemort obviously can no longer maintain the floating state in the sky, he began to fall from the sky at great speed, the now thinner black fog still protecting him in the middle, as he fell from the sky like a black meteor!

The wizards in the fortress, who were waving their wands, stopped their actions due to the startling scene in the sky.

Everyone knew exactly what that black meteor meant, and the French Aurors and British Death Eaters guarding the re-educational camp were filled with disbelief and at the same time, an unparalleled fear rose in their hearts!

Voldemort had lost!

This was the only message they could get from this scene.

And contrary to them, the wizards of the Witching Horizon erupted in violent cheers!

The crimson that shone into the black fortress lifted everyone's spirits, and they shouted Dumbledore's name, then raised their wands to point at the Aurors and Death Eaters who were still frozen in their tracks!

"Drop your wands!"

Lupin, whose robes had been torn to rags in the battle and whose hand was still trembling and dripping blood as he held his wand, shouted.

The wizards shouted together.

"Drop your wands!"

The guards who had come back to their senses panicked, each of them knew that the tide had turned, and if their lord should ever lose, no one would be able to hold the fortress by them alone.

But not many people really intend to just put down their wands and surrender, they are very clear that as the most direct oppressors and accomplices, if they just surrender, then what is waiting for them, in the end, is liquidation.

Without hesitation, the Aurors and the Death Eaters, who were still defending the fortress, turned and fled!

The Voldemort diehards who came to France from Britain rushed like a madman towards the place where the black meteor fell, while the vast majority of the others leapt down from the windows and immediately apparated away from the fortress after leaving the Anti-Apparition Charm zone.

Some tried to chase after the escaped wizards, while others wanted to open the cells immediately and release all the captive muggle wizards.

But the commotion was quickly stopped by the Iniesta who stayed around, as long as Voldemort is no longer a threat, these remaining people will not pose a big resistance to them, so the first thing they have to do now is quickly rescuing all those imprisoned in the re-educational camp.

Just when the situation in the re-educational camp has become one-sided, Voldemort also fell from the sky down to the ground.

He is not yet as bad as those French Aurors who escaped thought, to the point of being killed directly by Dumbledore.

But his condition is not much better either.

Nearly half of his body is not under his control, his left hand with a short knife still inserted in the palm of his hand constantly trying to grab the wand in his right hand, the body's breath is obviously extremely sluggish!

In the sky, Fawkes is like a hawk that has its eyes on its prey, and even though Voldemort has fallen to the ground, he still kept on chasing after him!

The front end of the sharp beak aimed at the location of the black fog, and fell straight down like a shooting star tailpiece!

"Fool! If we keep going like this, we'll both die! Is this the result you want to see!"

Voldemort, who was like a madman with the left and right sides of his body doing different movements in a highly uncoordinated manner, roared and shouted.

At the moment when Fawkes' pointed beak had touched the edge of the black fog, the twisting and incoordination in his body suddenly stopped!

Without half a moment's hesitation, he raised his wand high!

"Avada Kedavra!"

A ghastly green beam of light erupted from the tip of his wand, and at such a short distance, Fawkes simply couldn't avoid it, and just ran head-on into that unforgivable killing curse!

"Boom!"

The dazzling light on Fawkes' body instantly collapsed, and his originally unstoppable body was blown far away like a rag doll.

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