All things are three at Hogwarts

Chapter 1025 My father has never slapped me in the face...

The duel began in this inconspicuous small park, but unlike other viewers who imagined that the world would immediately begin to fall apart, the two black-robed wizards cautiously used magic to detect each other at the same time.

Voldemort, who was originally angry and wanted to take action directly, had some doubts in his eyes. After investigation, he fully understood that Allen's wandless spellcasting method was probably better than his, but the power of magic without a wand would not be weakened even for beings like them. , but it will also lose the bonus of the wand. Voldemort did not expect that Allen would really bring such a large wand as a practical tool. Although the increase is larger than that of the wand, it will also cause spell casting to be slower. It has been almost eliminated in modern times. Eliminated, only some guys like Lucius or Mad-Eye would hide their wands in canes or crutches out of vulgarity or for concealment.

And Allen could feel that Voldemort was exploring himself as he was exploring the other party. He then used his prophetic eyes to activate his prophetic ability, and then transmitted to Allen's mind the defensive methods and tactical arrangements that Voldemort might make. But Ai Lun just used him as a reference. As this kind of quick prophecy, the information detected was only the opponent's intention when using this ability, and Voldemort might even change his mind and use another one because he noticed the activation of his prophecy eye itself. Tactically carry out offense and defense.

"Tom... It seems that I should have brought you some surprises today?" Allen asked Voldemort, "Wasn't it? I thought you would be more aggressive than last year... I didn't expect you to be quite cautious. …”

"You are challenging my patience, boy. There are only two things that I can completely guarantee..." The veins on Voldemort's bald head moved, and he replied, "We may both surprise each other today...but in the end, I Will destroy you!"

Like a signal, the two black-robed wizards began to cast spells at the same time, and then almost at the same moment, two spell energy burst into shape from the air, and a burst of black-spotted wind burst out from the tip of Voldemort's extended wand. , with thousands of blade-like negative energy, it formed a cone shape and began to rush towards Allen. Several small bugs that are common in summer turned into ashes before falling to the ground. They did not come into direct contact. He was cursed, but he was also indirectly sucked out of life.

But then, this burst of negative energy disappeared without a trace before it touched Allen and made him feel no change in temperature. Allen was already an experienced prophet, and with the help of spell identification, Before Voldemort cast the spell, he judged the spell that the Dark Lord in front of him was about to cast, and the opposite magical energy was manipulated just right so that they devoured each other. Out of caution, he just canceled it instead of reversing it like educating his own students.

"Very good." Voldemort squinted his eyes to remind himself, "It seems we have to spend some time."

Neither of them expected to finish off the other so quickly.

Surrounded by a shadow shield similar to a super-strong iron armor, Allen floated in the darkness behind the shield so that Voldemort could not determine his position. He cast this spell just after he finished speaking, which would make the duel last longer. It took longer, but Allen thought it was still worth it, because in addition to the barrier itself protecting Allen from some basic spells, Allen knew that the Dark Lord could cast other powerful spells that were so powerful that they could not be harmed at all. A spell that penetrates this shield without attenuation.

But at least this shadow shield gives Tom a little less choice.

"Boy, what are you afraid of?" Voldemort said mockingly to Allen, "I am different from your fans, but I have no intention of kissing you." After saying that, Voldemort also put on a super armor to protect himself. Shield, and conjured from thin air the silver shield that could withstand spells.

Allen, who was also floating on the bottomless darkness of the Claw Rift Valley, also laughed: "Tom, actually I decided to take some time because I want to give you a warning, but for the specific matter, I will wait until you are willing. I’ll tell you when I listen.”

"We can simply float here." Voldemort's tone became a little impatient, "Waiting for one of the defenses to disappear first. This interesting shield of yours, or this silver shield of mine... But little boy, do you want Is our duel going to be so boring in front of all wizards?"

"Okay, you're right." Allen replied casually. He didn't pay attention to whether the Dark Lord really heard it. Then the voice in the shadow shield indicated that he started to cast another spell. The Dark Lord held on tightly wand, trying to identify the magic Allen was about to cast in order to prepare a defense against the spell.

But to the Dark Lord's surprise, no magic emerged from behind the shadow shield. Allen quickly teleported himself in the air and approached the Dark Lord, appearing more than ten feet behind him on the lower left side, and then faced him across the distance. Sora stretched out his right hand, and the Dark Lord immediately judged from the other person's expression that the other person's magic was successful.

Then the pain from the Dark Lord's left hand proved this. He was very proficient in black magic and knew that his life force was draining away from his left hand that was held by Allen in the air. He lowered his head and glanced at himself. On the pale left hand that was still holding the silver shield, the skin that began to wither and spread and started to rot proved this.

They looked at each other as if their opponents were themselves in the mirror.

Not far away, the surface of the shadow shield sphere made by Allen disintegrated rapidly, making a strange squeaking sound that even distracted Voldemort. However, the pain that continued made Voldemort shake his head and use magic to attack the opponent's vampire. Then Voldemort did not try to open the distance to escape the opponent's casting range. Instead, he flew towards Allen, further shortening the distance between them and preparing to release another spell that he had already gathered.

A magic bead with black and red flames appeared in the tip of the wand on the Dark Lord's right palm. He looked down at Allen. The pain in his left hand had disappeared, but Voldemort still further retracted his right arm and aimed in front of him. The white-haired wizard's face, and then vigorously threw this magic bead composed of chaos and evil power.

Allen's cold gaze from eyes that looked at him as if he were a dead person struck him. He had already dispelled the previous magic, allowing a series of poems with the obscure accents and rhythms of ancient magic scripts that could not be identified by a mysterious person. The composed spell echoed quickly between the two of them.

The Dark Lord took the lead in launching an attack that had an effect first. Allen's movement in the air suddenly slowed down. The surrounding air became hot and thin due to the magic beads made by Voldemort. He felt difficulty breathing in his lungs. After a short explosion, The sound turned into a louder sound of popping bubbles. Allen's Great Arcanist Staff hit his own face due to the change in air pressure. After being hit by the skull of the Hell Fiend on the top of the staff, Ai Lun felt that his lower lip had lost some feeling for a moment. This made him, who had never experienced any pain except for his upper and lower vagina, uncontrollably fill his eyes with tears because of the sourness caused by the pain.

The Dark Lord's expression changed from excitement to shock. His flaming orb, which concentrated the energy of the demons of the Abyss, was supposed to be released into a seven-foot-diameter exploding ball after it got close to the boy in front of him. The fireball completely burned his handsome face, but nothing happened.

A stream of shining blue-black smoke spurted out in the air around Allen. Voldemort told himself that the energy of this smoke was also the one he was most familiar with. At the moment when his heart beat half a beat, these blue-black smoke burst out at a certain point. A vortex is formed under the twisting force of this wind.

And Voldemort watched as the magic orb he cast and the light it produced were absorbed into the vortex. Then the Dark Lord realized that it was not just his own magic, but he himself was also unknowingly struck by being too close. Move, the mysterious man felt his joints gradually become weak, and his hands and feet began to tremble uncontrollably. An unprecedented sense of weakness and aging surrounded the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord's flying spell also lost its effectiveness, and the black mist was sucked away. He showed his human form and fell to the ground.

The spell Allen casts is an energy-absorbing spell at the same level as an advanced spell such as the Gate to Another World. He opens a channel that connects the world where the caster lives with negative energy, and Allen himself becomes the link between the two realms. The conductor absorbs the vitality and magic power of the target Dark Lord, allowing him to temporarily replenish himself.

After landing, Voldemort began to try to relieve himself of this injury that he considered to be a curse, but his sense of weakness told him that he was temporarily powerless to deal with it, so he raised his silver shield in one hand and said, "That's right, Harris. What kind of magic is this?"

Because of the extra temporary vitality and the absorption of some chaotic magic by the Dark Lord, Allen looked a little more excited than before. He pulled his lower lip and touched the inside, with a slightly fierce and cruel expression on his face. The bite wound caused by being hit by his own staff and then hitting his teeth has healed, "Tom, I have to pay you back."

"What?!" The Dark Lord, who was still on the ground, responded, and then saw Allen landing on the ground from the sky.

"My father has never hit me in the face..." After Allen finished speaking, he changed his staff to be held in both hands and weighed it, then put his eyes on Voldemort's bald head, "I mean , I have to pay you back..."