Although Voldemort was eager to grab Dumbledore by the throat and scold him for his dishonest behavior of two against one and surprise attacks, it was already too late.
Lightning bolts fell from the sky like raindrops, turning the corpses summoned by Voldemort into charred remains.
The lightning crisscrossed in the air, nearly covering all of Azkaban. At this moment, what Tom summoned could no longer be simply called lightning; it was more like an electrical storm.
A few hundred meters outside Azkaban, the freshly expelled Dementors gathered again, hovering in the air. Although they were more than a hundred, they gave off a pitiful sense of having nowhere to go.
At this moment, there were wizards fighting in their home, and the aftermath of the battle instilled instinctive fear in them.
What kind of monsters were fighting there? If they wanted, either side could easily defeat them.
Voldemort, considered a monster by the Dementors, was in a lamentable situation. Watching the Inferi he had summoned with such effort turn into charcoal, Voldemort didn't have time to feel sorry. He was busy dodging the lightning bolts falling from the sky.
He first summoned a silver shield, but it was quickly shattered by the successive bolts. To make matters worse, not only were the bolts from the sky causing him problems, but Dumbledore was also taking the opportunity to press him.
Although both were facing the same lightning bolts, the pressure Dumbledore felt while being on the edge of the storm was much less. If the density of the bolts in Voldemort's location was "cloth," then the density in Dumbledore's location was "net." Dumbledore only needed to cast a protective spell to block the falling bolts. He even had time to cast some spells in Voldemort's direction.
Although Tom couldn't control every lightning bolt, he could guide them a bit and make them fall where he wanted. So, he was favoring one and being indulgent with the other.
The shield provided Voldemort with a few seconds of relief, and in that brief time, his brain worked at full speed. He finally found a very simple way to break the electrical storm: he just had to enter a cell!
The power of the lightning summoned by Tom was greater than that of cannonballs, but once they collided with a stone wall, their strength significantly weakened, leaving only small dents and dings in Azkaban's sturdy walls.
Seeing Voldemort rushing inside the prison, Dumbledore also disappeared into the place like a gust of wind. He also entered Azkaban.
Dumbledore closely pursued him, naturally concerned that Voldemort might use Apparition to escape.
Wizards of their level could even use Apparition in the midst of combat; fleeing would be just a thought. In the past, the overwhelming presence of the Dementors had prevented them from Apparating correctly. However, now that the Dementors were gone, the obstacles to using Apparition had also disappeared.
Dumbledore had already decided to kill Tom Riddle, but his reason told him that even if the effect of the Horcrux was removed from the equation, killing Riddle was nearly impossible.
If he couldn't fight, couldn't he flee?
But not killing him didn't mean his actions with Tom were in vain. Dumbledore had prepared a spell for his student, one he would remember forever. This spell would weaken Tom Riddle's abilities, determining the final outcome of the battle.
Voldemort entered the prison through a small window. Once inside, even someone as experienced as him was stunned.
The reason was simple: the style of this room did not fit Azkaban at all. It was pink with plates and dishes painted with cats everywhere. This room didn't even match the appearance of a young girl's room, let alone Azkaban.
Inside the room, there was a short and ugly witch holding a wand. Upon seeing Voldemort, she opened her eyes wide...
"Avada Kedavra."
A green bolt flashed, and the witch fell heavily to the ground, terror still on her face.
Voldemort didn't care whether that witch was going to scream or cast a spell; if someone threatened his safety, he wouldn't hesitate to kill them.
The person who was now a cold corpse was Umbridge, the Senior Undersecretary of the Ministry of Magic. When she woke up that morning, she immediately noticed the change in the outside atmosphere. Being quite astute, she decided to stay in her room and not go out.
"I'll wait until the conflict subsides before going out to see what's happening," she thought. But she had the misfortune of encountering Voldemort hiding from the lightning in her room.
Thus, smoothly and somewhat absurdly, she lost her life. She died without any pain, quickly and without problems.
Looking at the witch's body on the floor, an idea suddenly came to Voldemort's mind. He was well aware that today would probably be a complicated day for him and that perhaps the best option would be to escape using Apparition.
But Voldemort couldn't tolerate that.
He decided to take the risk, even if it meant leaving Dumbledore with just a few injuries!
Voldemort knew that the next spell he would cast required some time, so he raised his wand:
"Alohomora."
To the surprised looks of the prisoners, the prison cell doors swung wide open, and all the inmates gained a brief moment of freedom.
"Buy me some time," Voldemort showed a cruel look. To him, the lives of the prisoners meant nothing, even if many of them were his loyal followers.
Isn't it natural for servants to die for their master?
So many lives here, even if many of them die, he doesn't care. And Voldemort knew that Dumbledore wouldn't kill these people, after all, he was a conservative old man.
After finishing this, Voldemort grabbed Umbridge's corpse and entered the adjoining room, decorated in a disgusting pink.
Looking at Umbridge's body, an expression of irritation crossed Voldemort's face.
This was not how it was supposed to be!
How can this woman's body be suitable to be his Horcrux? For Voldemort's personality, Horcruxes required an extremely significant item: Ravenclaw's diadem, Gaunt's ring, Hufflepuff's cup, among others. But he often found himself forced to choose and split his precious fragment of soul into a common container.
A person's soul cannot be split infinitely. For Voldemort, seven was almost the limit, so he decided to split his soul seven times and make seven Horcruxes.
The woman's corpse in front of him would carry a part of his soul.
Voldemort had already made the necessary preparations to create the Horcrux, so a moment later, a new Horcrux was born.