#430 - Chapter 430 Who do you think you are, Dumbledore?

The appearance of Sebastian caused a stir among the Death Eaters, and Peter even shrank his neck, quietly retreating behind the crowd.

If anyone else had barged in, the Death Eaters would have already burst into unrestrained laughter, mocking the intruder for seeking their own death.

But this was Sebastian. The scene of him freezing hundreds of people into ice sculptures at the Quidditch World Cup camp last year was still vivid in their minds.

These firsthand witnesses simply couldn't muster the courage to utter a word of mockery, even if Voldemort himself were standing before them.

It was unclear who was stronger between these two big shots, but they, as insignificant nobodies, had no chance of messing with either of them.

Of course, among so many Death Eaters, there were also some who weren't thinking clearly, like Barty Crouch Jr. His fanatical loyalty to Voldemort made him unable to tolerate Sebastian's arrogant attitude.

However, before he could even open his mouth, someone couldn't wait to preempt him, shouting sharply, "Swan, how dare you be so arrogant in the face of the Dark Lord? Are you not afraid of death?"

The speaker was none other than Lucius Malfoy, who stared coldly at Sebastian, his tone filled with sarcasm and provocation.

For him, this was a golden opportunity to demonstrate his loyalty.

Moreover, while others were afraid of Sebastian's attacks, he had no such concerns. Why wouldn't he seize this profitable opportunity?

"Oh, Lucius, it's disappointing to see you here," Sebastian raised an eyebrow.

"The word 'arrogant' has nothing to do with me. Didn't you see that I bowed to the Dark Lord upon arriving?"

"You..."

"Silence!" Voldemort waved his hand to stop Lucius. He first glanced coldly at the other Death Eaters, then turned to look at Sebastian.

"Sebastian Swan, remarkable, to be able to find this remote place."

"Not at all," Sebastian smiled slightly. "I merely borrowed your wisdom and cast a trivial little spell on my name.

To be honest, after using this spell, I was worried that someone would randomly shout my name, forcing me to rush around.

Fortunately, although I don't have your authority, I'm still a well-known figure in the magical world, and it's been a long time since anyone called me by my full name."

"I became curious and came to see what was happening when my full name was mentioned so frequently here."

Sebastian had indeed cast a spell on his name, but he never considered it his last resort.

After all, he was worried that Harry, that stubborn kid, would get carried away in battle and forget to call out his name in time.

He was also worried that some unexpected accident would happen, preventing Harry from having the chance to call out his name at all.

His real backup plan was actually the magical mobile phones on many of the Death Eaters. This alchemical item, bound to magic, allowed Sebastian to easily obtain the precise location of this gathering.

He had quietly arrived nearby when Voldemort was holding the meeting with the Death Eaters, and then, relying on his long-range magic perception, he had been monitoring the situation in the arena in real time, until he showed up at the crucial moment.

However, his explanation convinced many of the Death Eaters, who secretly warned themselves that they must never utter Sebastian's full name in the future.

Voldemort didn't suspect anything. He adjusted his emotions, put on a kind face, and opened his arms slightly towards Sebastian.

"Sebastian, I must admit, you have talents that make the entire magical world take notice."

Voldemort's tone was gentle and deep, with a hint of genuine admiration. "Powerful magic, outstanding wisdom, and your enviable wealth and influence are all undeniable strengths."

"In these turbulent times, such talents are invaluable. And what I admire most is someone like you."

"When I possessed Quirrell, you refused my invitation, but I don't mind. At that time, my condition was not good, and it was understandable that you didn't approve of me."

"But today is different. I have returned, resurrected, and regained the power to suppress everything, so I extend my invitation to you again."

Voldemort spread out his hands: "Join my ranks, Sebastian. With our combined strength, we can easily defeat Dumbledore, and then create a new order, an era belonging to pure-blood wizards.

In this era, powerful people like you and I will be respected, and no longer bound by those hypocritical rules."

"I guarantee that your position will be second only to mine, and you won't have to kowtow to me like others. I'm even willing to share the secret of eternal life with you."

He pointed to Harry behind Sebastian: "I only have one simple request, hand over that boy."

"I'm sorry, Dark Lord," Sebastian shook his head, "I still don't like the future you describe, so please allow me to decline your invitation again."

Voldemort's smile suddenly turned cold. He slowly raised his wand, his icy gaze locked on Sebastian, his tone filled with chilling murderous intent: "It seems my attitude was too amiable, giving you unnecessary illusions."

Without any warning, a green light shot out towards Sebastian, and at the same time, Voldemort shouted viciously, "Since you refuse my invitation again, then stay here with the Savior!"

However, all of this seemed to be within Sebastian's expectations. He raised his hand and tossed out a box of wizard's chess from his palm.

The chess pieces swelled in the air, precisely blocking the incoming deadly curse.

With a loud bang, these chess pieces transformed into giant guardians, rushing towards Voldemort nimbly.

One of the queen pieces did not enlarge, but changed its direction of flight in the air, smashing directly into Harry's body, taking him and disappearing on the spot.

"Portkey!" Voldemort roared, waving his wand to shatter the attacking giant chess pieces. "Where did you send him?"

"He was too much of a hindrance here, so I sent him back to Hogwarts," Sebastian threw out another box of wizard's chess. "Dark Lord, why bother arguing with an old man and a child? Let me be your opponent."

"Mere Transfiguration! Who do you think you are, Dumbledore?"

Voldemort snorted coldly, suddenly disappearing from the spot, then appearing to Sebastian's right rear, and raising his hand to cast another Killing Curse as he appeared.

Sebastian didn't even turn his head, taking a light step to the right, steadily dodging the attack.

"Dark Lord, your curses are indeed powerful, but as long as I'm willing, they can't even touch my body.

So, whether I can beat you is another matter, but you certainly can't keep me here."

Voldemort's face was extremely gloomy, obviously enraged. He raised his wand, and Killing Curses shot out like a storm, green light flashing constantly, each one aimed directly at Sebastian's vitals.

However, Sebastian dodged as if strolling in a garden, his movements relaxed and free, avoiding the attacks perfectly every time.

Watching Sebastian's relaxed and carefree demeanor, the surrounding Death Eaters widened their eyes, all showing an incredulous expression.

Was it really that easy?

Those were all Killing Curses, you're giving us the illusion that we could do it too if we tried.

In the crowd, Lucius was secretly excited. Sebastian was indeed strong enough, and following him was definitely a wise choice.

Voldemort couldn't take him down after a long attack, and the anger in his eyes grew even more intense, sneering: "You're good at dodging, are you? Then try this!"

He raised his wand high and waved it sharply. A giant fire serpent, formed from Fiendfyre, soared into the air, emitting a terrifying roar, and lunged ferociously towards Sebastian.

Faced with this blazing offensive, Sebastian only smiled lightly, as if he didn't take the threat to heart at all.

He raised his wand, drew a complete circle around himself, and whispered.

"Fire Shield!"