Alvin did a standard dueling etiquette.
"Sycamore, ten and one-half inches, phoenix feathers, but I added a strange material later, resulting in some subtle changes."
"It's more than just a wand."
Voldemort frowned as he heard Alvin introduce his wand softly.
He knew it was a rejection of his own offer.
In this case, he can only grant the other party death.
Holding up his wand, his pale and slender fingers stroked the knuckles of the Elder Wand, and Voldemort calmly introduced his wand.
"Elderberry, fifteen inches, Thestral tail hair."
"You can call it the Elder Wand, or you can call it the... Deathly Hallows."
Damn!
So stylish!
Listening to them introducing their wands, whether it was the Death Eaters, or Harry and others, this idea popped into their minds simultaneously.
These people are also experienced in dueling and never thought they could introduce their wands like this before fighting.
Next time, they must do the same!
Especially Sirius, his face was full of excitement at this time.
He should do it too, when he and Dolohov fought again.
Harry was at a loss. How did he think this wand belonged to Dumbledore?
He once obtained Dumbledore's wand with the Disarming Charm and remembered its appearance.
Alvin smacked his lips, not talking, afraid that he would laugh.
Voldemort was clearly satisfied with the Elder Wand and how he would have looked if he had known that it was all Dumbledore and his calculations.
The Ea Wand waved, and in the air where no one noticed, three invisible sharp blades formed, rapidly approaching Voldemort.
Snape's Sectumsempra played to the extreme in Alvin's hands.
Voldemort listened to the bursts of air breaking and gave Alvin a deep look. A silver shield unfolded in front of him.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
The harsh sound of gold and iron symphony made the spectators who had retreated cover their ears in pain.
"Avada Kedavra!"
The scarlet light flashed from the eye socket, and the deep green light cut through the sky with a deadly breath, approaching Alvin.
"Earth wall!"
Gently chopped off his right foot, the ground in front of Alvin shook violently, and a dirt wall carved with a dog's head rose.
The strong Killing Curse slammed into the earth wall and exploded a big hole, but it did not completely break through the defense.
But the dog's head was blown off, making him grin.
Tom, you don't understand art!
Voldemort frowned slightly, and when he heard Alvin say the Earth wall, he thought it was a new type of spell.
The result is an application of Transfiguration.
Immediately, I felt like I was being tricked.
Transfiguration again!
As an absolutely unsolvable Killing Curse, there was naturally no need to doubt its power.
But it also has its own many weakness. The damaged area is too narrow, which belongs to the ultimate single-target killing.
The physical object or the wizard's movement makes evading it very easy.
In the hands of Voldemort, the speed and accuracy of the Killing Curse were raised to an unprecedented level.
But another problem is the congenital defect of the curse, and even Tom has a very headache.
This is why he is so afraid of Dumbledore.
Although Dumbledore is proficient in everything, he is best at the Transfiguration spell.
As long as you fight against him, the countless products of Transfiguration are an inescapable hurdle.
For this reason, Transfiguration is one of Voldemort's most hated magics.
Well, and Lily's magic of love.
"Do you think I can only cast Killing Curses?"
Voldemort smiled icily. A red whip formed on the Elder Wand, smashing the stone wall to powder, and Alvin Apparated and disappeared in place.
In less than a second, he appeared behind Voldemort, and a dazzling golden arrow shot from the wand's tip.
The arrow's speed was so fast that Voldemort had no time to turn his head, and the silver shield slid behind him, trying to block it.
But this is of no use.
Just like a piece of paper, the shield didn't hold up for even a second, and it was pierced with destructive force.
Voldemort's face changed slightly, and his body twisted at an incredible angle, dodging the arrows dangerously.
This waist power, even Nagini would feel ashamed to see it.
Boom!
A large hole was blasted out of the wall, revealing a cabinet full of hourglasses, the Time Room of the Department of Mysteries.
Unforgiving, Alvin made a move, and the two statues in the central hall suddenly came to life.
A statue of a knight rushed over, wielding a long sword, while another statue of a dwarf raised a side of the gravel and threw it out like a cannonball.
"Alvin, you totally pissed me off!"
Voldemort snorted angrily, muttering words and making a strange hiss.
This is Parseltongue. Harry hid behind the shield held up by Sirius and others, trying to hear what Voldemort was saying.
Unfortunately, he was so far away that many words could not be heard clearly.
"Hiss~"
A voice emanated from under Voldemort's robes. Two giant pythons crawled out meanderingly, with countless small snakes behind them.
Alvin frowned in disgust. From his point of view, it was like Voldemort laying eggs, and he gave birth to a steady stream of snakes.
A giant python soon entangled the knight, and a battle broke out between the two sides.
The giant sword slashed at the sturdy scales of the giant python and burst sparks, and it seemed that the winner would be indistinguishable for a while.
Another giant python was also approaching the dwarf. In an instant, the dominance of field control occupied by Alvin was reversed by Voldemort.
"Expecto Patronum!"
There was no change in Alvin's face, the wand was raised above his head, and two Patronus came out.
Affected by the room, the phoenix and unicorn Patronus are not large.
But the rich silver light on their body seemed like a real entity.
"Chrip~"
After two chirps, they rushed into the group of snakes to stir up the situation.
Especially the unicorn Patronus, this Patronus has a wonderful connection with Celestia, and seeing her old enemy is even more useful.
"I made a mistake. I should have brought Celestia here and let her take revenge herself."
Alvin thought for a while. His wand pointed at the great sword of the knight statue. A crimson flame erupted from it, and the serpent roared repeatedly.
The scale of the battle continued to expand, and the loud rumblings were heard incessantly. Harry and the others also retreated again and again.
Sirius had some doubts in his heart. He had already informed Dumbledore. Why hasn't the other party arrived yet?