"Mr. Riddle, I think you used the dangerous magical deformations on yourself to permanently damage a part of you." Silver pointed his head with his finger, "Oh, please forgive me, I forgot that your body is no longer the original, then those dangerous magical deformations have damaged your soul."

Voldemort's eyes were full of fierce light, and his life-seeking curse was faster than his voice!

"Avadassaudi!"

Silver didn't care about the decent donkey rolling on the ground and avoided the deadly green light. When Voldemort was about to release the second life-seeking curse and demanded Silver's life, Dumbledore stopped him.

"Tom, you can't distract yourself from others when you're duel with me."

A sharp red light hit Voldemort's chest. He staggered back several steps, and re-created a silver shield to block Dumbledore's curse like a storm.

He gasped, "Ah, Dumbledore, you can't kill me, your spell can't kill me, at most it will make me feel a little painful. I'm going to make the life of the Silver family ghost."

"You can't kill me, either, Tom Riddle." Silver added a protective spell to himself, "I'm not fighting alone."

"Who do you expect to protect you? Dumbledore Slughorn? My former slave Snape? Or the great savior Harry Potter?" Voldemort sneered, "There is no wizard in this world that I want to kill but cannot kill."

"You've tasted failure once in Harry Potter, Tom Riddle," said Silver. "If you don't change your mind, you'll taste it a second time."

"You are as good as your great-grandfather, but unfortunately your magical level is much worse than his."

"My great-grandfather brought you too much psychological shadow, Riddle. My great-grandfather may not be much better than me when I was so old."

Voldemort was suddenly grabbed by the rock hand stretched out from the ground and almost fell down. But Voldemort reacted very quickly, and when he nipped his wand, the rock hand suddenly became shattered.

"Are you planning to bully the less?" Voldemort said grimly, "If Dumbledore hadn't been making trouble, you would have died now!"

The answer to Voldemort is more spells from Silver.

The curse whizzed and shot at each other in the air. Slughorn and Snape took advantage of the time they were talking to resolve the remaining hatreds. Now their opponent is Voldemort alone.

Even Harry began to boldly release the coma and obstacle curse at Voldemort.

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"Strange, it seems that you are completely in the upper hand, so why would something happen to Dumbledore?" said Mr. Lovegood.

"This is not surprising. Although the fight is very lively, we actually have no way to fight Voldemort." Silver squinted his eyes and looked at himself in his memory fighting Voldemort. "You have seen it just now. Voldemort has been hit by more than one spell. You should know that those spells can kill him even if they hit a dragon, but Voldemort has nothing to do, and it may hurt at most."

"What's going on, Jack?" Hermione said, "How did Voldemort do it."

"I can only guess, Hermione." Silver said, "Voldemort's body is not a natural product, it is a creature of evil magic. I think after Voldemort resurrection, he made some transformations of his body so that he would not need to fear magic."

Luna suddenly spoke, "Look, Dumbledore!"

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At this time, the situation on the field suddenly changed. With Dumbledore's wand, two trolls came from a distance - probably specimens. Their stiff expressions betrayed their identities, one of them had no left hand.

Two magically activated troll specimens joined the battlefield. They rushed towards Voldemort against the spells of both sides. Due to Dumbledore's interference, Voldemort had no time to cast spells and escape.

With a bang, the two trolls trapped Voldemort in the middle. The troll with a broken hand slapped the wand on Voldemort's hand away.

"Success!" Harry Potter almost jumped up.

"Do you think you can hurt me? Dumbledore." Voldemort had no intention of surrendering at all, as if the person who lost his wand was not himself, he shouted. "If my injury had not been healed, you would not have even the opportunity at this moment."

"Maybe, Tom, everything has to be tried to find out the result." Dumbledore turned into a strong vine and tied up Voldemort's limbs firmly.

"Don't work hard, Dumbledore, you can't kill me. Even the life-seeking curse can only make me feel pain at most. I have surpassed all wizards, and death cannot defeat me!" (To be continued)
Chapter completed!