Chapter 607: Purification! (Edited)

Voldemort's shield and Dumbledore's spell clashed with a gong-like sound.

Dumbledore's spell was repelled! Meanwhile, the shield conjured by Voldemort remained unscathed.

Voldemort's crimson eyes settled on the shield; he was extremely pleased with its defensive power. So, with a smug attitude, Voldemort said, "Do you have stronger spells? That wasn't strong enough; you wouldn't be trying to get me locked up in Azkaban, would you?"

Voldemort sensed a murderous intent in Dumbledore's spell.

Dumbledore had a completely different attitude toward Voldemort and Grindelwald, the two Dark Lords of different generations. After losing a duel, Grindelwald chose to be imprisoned in Nurmengard, but Dumbledore was willing to kill Voldemort.

This had nothing to do with personal relationships but was purely because Voldemort and Grindelwald were different people. Grindelwald had ambitions, ideals, so after his ideals crumbled, he chose exile and never left Nurmengard. He wouldn't try to escape like Voldemort.

But Voldemort was different. This selfish man had no ideals; his pure-blood motto was just a façade, bait for his followers. He only cared about himself, and all his actions were for his own benefit. Such a self-centered man, no matter how defeated, would only seek ways to recover. Against such a stubborn fanatic, Dumbledore could only choose to physically kill him.

Facing Voldemort's provocation, Dumbledore remained very calm. Or rather, he was so angry that he had become calm.

"You know, Riddle, there are many ways to destroy a person," Dumbledore said, narrowing his eyes as he gazed at Voldemort in the center of the field, with the sea breeze rustling his robe and causing his beard to flutter. "I must admit that simply taking your life wouldn't satisfy me."

Voldemort laughed hysterically.

"What could be more terrifying than death? Ah!" Voldemort shouted furiously as he waved his wand, this time waving it for a longer and more forceful duration.

He was performing an extremely complex spell, and the floor of Azkaban trembled slightly.

A spell with such a long preparation as this would not be possible for Voldemort without the shield he had in front of him.

Dumbledore's calm expression was broken for the first time today; it was the first time he had frowned. To Dumbledore, it wasn't difficult to realize what Voldemort was planning, but precisely because he understood what Voldemort was about to do, Dumbledore felt deeply angry.

"Manipulating the dead..." the wrinkles on Dumbledore's face deepened a bit as he held his wand high and cast spell after spell, each no less powerful than the spell that had recently been blocked by the shield. The spells struck the shield created by Voldemort, unable to penetrate his defense, but at the same time, the shield was rapidly weakening. Voldemort crouched behind the shield, gaining a few seconds to cast his own spell.

Finally, Voldemort's shield was shattered by Dumbledore, but at the same time, Voldemort's spell was also completed.

"Dumbledore, I'll show you the fear of death!" exclaimed Voldemort without concern for his shield being destroyed. He laughed hysterically as the ground beneath him cracked, and putrid or already bone-revealed arms emerged from the ground.

The centuries' worth of corpses accumulated in Azkaban became Voldemort's puppets at this moment. He would manipulate them to fight against Dumbledore.

"Each of them was a great wizard in life, but after death, they only turned into rotting flesh, toys in the hands of others. Isn't that terrifying?"

For Voldemort, death was the most fearful. Death meant that everything he had in life would turn to smoke, even his body could be defiled.

Looking down at the infernal scene below, Dumbledore shook his head. His face showed no emotional changes, but he raised his wand. A new spell was about to be cast, but at that moment, he felt a change.

A raindrop fell to the ground, and then the sky suddenly seemed to open up, unleashing a rainstorm.

This change drew Dumbledore's gaze to Tom's position. He knew that reinforcements were arriving. Voldemort didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. Instead, he became even more excited, believing that the rain would limit Dumbledore's fire magic – even the weather was on his side!

This rain was obviously summoned by Tom.

While Dumbledore and Voldemort were engaged in a duel, Tom didn't sit idly by. First, he found a safe place to hide and then took out a small package from his robes, which emitted a disproportionate sound for its size.

Tom reached into the package and pulled out his silver magic wand cane.

What place would be more suitable to cast weather spells than over the sea? He inserted the wand into the magic wand cane and then put all his power into it. Tom had to thank Dumbledore, as if it weren't for him, he wouldn't have had so much space to comfortably cast spells while Voldemort was distracted.

What better place to cast a weather spell than the sea?

"Atmospheric-nubilum!"

"Atmospheric-pluvia!"

Two atmospheric spells shot up one after the other into the sky, yielding unexpected results.

The air's humidity above the sea surface was much higher than on the plains, and with the presence of numerous Dementors in Azkaban, the sky was always covered with dark clouds.

Tom's atmospheric spells, Atmospheric Cloud and Atmospheric Rain, summoned a storm with minimal magic consumption.

After the rain fell, the ground of Azkaban was quickly soaked, and the bodies controlled by Voldemort emerged one after another, breaking through the soil.

"Tom Riddle, you have committed heinous crimes..." Dumbledore looked at the army of Inferi that nearly filled the entire space, showing a disgusted expression.

"What awaits you is purification." Dumbledore looked at the sky, knowing very well what was about to happen. However, considering the Yodel magic's habit of not distinguishing between friends and foes, he secretly prepared some defensive spells.

"Atmospheric-fulmen!" When the thickness of the clouds in the sky reached a certain point, Tom cast his final atmospheric spell into the sky.

In the next instant, the black clouds turned "white."

Voldemort, busy controlling his army of Inferi, raised his head with some confusion and then showed an expression of astonishment: Ah, I see!

Now he understood how this spell worked. But what he couldn't understand was who had cast this powerful atmospheric spell. Dumbledore was busy fighting him and didn't have the time or energy to cast such complicated and time-consuming spells.

He brought reinforcements! Voldemort immediately realized: Cunning Dumbledore!