Chapter 499: Whose Wand is Stronger

Seeing Dumbledore appear, Voldemort waved his hand and asked Bella and others to leave.

These were his most loyal team, and he couldn't bear to have them involved in his battle with Dumbledore.

"Dumbledore," Voldemort raised the snakewood staff in his hand, his scarlet eyes revealing a burning fighting spirit, "You are finally here. I thought you would wait a little longer, until all these rubbish were dead before showing up."

"A beautiful new wand," said Dumbledore calmly. "You apparently got it from Ilvermorny. You have killed many people for it."

"Salazar Slytherin's snakewood stick. Those fools shouldn't have stopped me from getting it back." Voldemort showed off the snakewood stick and said coldly, "It is not only beautiful, but also powerful enough. Strong enough for me to defeat you."

"That's not necessarily true," Dumbledore approached Voldemort step by step, his tone relaxed and casual, as if he was chatting with an old friend. At the same time, he gently raised the wand in his hand and showed it to Voldemort, "After all, my wand is not bad either."

Looking at the wand in Dumbledore's hand, Voldemort's pupils shrank suddenly.

This special shape...

It looks so similar to the legendary Elder Wand!

Voldemort carefully recalled the information he had collected in recent months and found that this wand was exactly the same as described in the information.

hateful!

How did this wand end up in Dumbledore's hands?

No wonder I couldn’t find any information, no wonder Dumbledore was the most powerful wizard in the world.

Thinking of this, Voldemort's heart sank suddenly.

If Dumbledore had used the Elder Wand, today's battle would have been...

"Your wand is pretty good too?" He calmed himself down, then sneered and a beam of green light shot straight at Dumbledore, "Then let's see whose wand is better!"

However, Dumbledore just turned slightly, his robes fluttered, and his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

The next moment, he appeared silently behind Voldemort, his silver beard fluttering slightly and his raised wand flashing with golden light.

A spell instantly shot towards Voldemort.

The power of this spell was extremely strong, and even though there was a wall of fire blocking it, everyone in the Ministry of Magic felt their hair stand on end.

Voldemort narrowed his red eyes slightly, and instead of choosing to resist, he turned into a puff of black smoke and disappeared from the attack range of the spell.

The black smoke floated around, but soon condensed into his figure beside the fountain. Under the reflection of the water, his snake-like face looked even more hideous, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Dumbledore, I rarely see you use such a powerful killing spell. You want to kill me? Hahahaha, you, a man who always talks about morality, have become cruel."

He swung his snakewood staff violently and cast a complex spell on the remaining statues in the fountain. The statues seemed to be instantly given life and started to move flexibly, clacking on the floor, and rushed towards Dumbledore together, like loyal guards executing their master's will.

Seeing the attacking statue, Dumbledore's expression did not change at all. He walked steadily towards Voldemort, only his silver beard fluttering slightly.

At the same time, he gently waved the wand in his hand, and the rushing statues instantly changed direction and rushed towards Voldemort again.

"Tom, if necessary, I will be more cruel than you can imagine, but we both know that simply killing you as you are now will not satisfy me."

"Besides, you're not that good at Transfiguration. You've always been better at the more straightforward spells, haven't you?"

Voldemort swung the snakewood staff, blew up the attacking statue, and then recited a spell in Parseltongue. In conjunction with this spell, the snakewood staff began to emit a green light.

"Really? Then try this, Dumbledore."

Then, Voldemort swung his snake-wood staff violently, and instantly a dense crowd of giant pythons appeared on the ground. They hissed and quickly coiled around Dumbledore.

However, the moment the giant python appeared, Dumbledore waved the wand in his hand like a whip, and a long rope of fire appeared on the tip of the wand, which effortlessly cut off the oncoming giant python torrent and then entangled Voldemort.

"Do you think you won, Dumbledore?" Voldemort showed a frivolous smile at the corner of his mouth and shook the snakewood staff in his hand lightly.

The next moment, the fire rope wrapped around him loosened and turned into a huge fire python. It stood up and pounced towards Dumbledore with a hissing sound.

At the same time, Voldemort disappeared from the spot and appeared behind Dumbledore. He swung his wand violently, and countless sharp stone spikes emerged from the ground, pointing directly at Dumbledore.

As if these attacks were not enough, he swung his wand again, sending a beam of green light towards Dumbledore's back.

Faced with three fatal attacks, Dumbledore did not panic at all. He gently clenched his left hand, and the stone spikes on the ground instantly turned into a stone wall, accurately blocking Voldemort's killing curse.

At the same time, he swung the magic wand upward with his right hand, and the giant flaming python was thrown high into the air and then turned into a ball of black smoke.

Seeing that his determined attack was easily resolved by Dumbledore, Voldemort's smile froze on his face, and his scarlet eyes were filled with anger and unwillingness.

However, before he could wave his wand again, he saw Dumbledore's raised wand swing downward.

"Water prison!"

In an instant, a huge stream of water roared out from the magic fountain, forming a spherical water prison that trapped Voldemort inside.

Dumbledore gripped his wand tightly, causing the water in the dungeon to form a powerful vortex that spun like a washing machine, spinning Voldemort's figure continuously.

Voldemort struggled to wave his wand, he wanted to get rid of this thing that made him dizzy and suffocated as soon as possible. Unfortunately, when his figure was difficult to stabilize, the Apparition could not be used smoothly.

With no other options, he turned into a ball of black smoke again and finally managed to break free from the water dungeon.

The battle paused for a moment. Voldemort held his wand and breathed heavily, looking at the calm Dumbledore, his eyes full of madness.

"As expected of Dumbledore, you are still so powerful. But I haven't lost yet. Keep going..."

Before he finished his words, a green flame flashed in the fireplace, and Sebastian walked out, sandwiching Voldemort in the middle.

Seeing this, the madness in Voldemort's eyes faded away. He took a deep look at the old wand in Dumbledore's hand, then curled the corners of his mouth and disappeared on the spot.

"Dumbledore, let's talk slowly later..."