A storm of flames flew, for Voldemort, the amount of magical power was immense, everyone present felt their bodies, it was not fear or any other feeling, something even more primal of their beings, warned them to get away from there as quickly as possible.
Even Voldemort, he turned into an incorporeal form, and flew into the sky in the form of smoke.
The flames that did not find their target on earth shifted, as it embodied the phoenix's soul, taking its form.
The bird formed by Dumbledore's raging flames soared into flight, chasing Voldemort, A hooting sound like an eagle's, but much more intense, under such majestic sound, it was as if Voldemort's skin crawled.
He needed to stop this spell.
High in the heavens Voldemort stopped, channeling his magic, droplets of water were formed, they were condensed from particles of the surrounding air.
And together.
Thousands of drops coalesced into one shape, A great serpent, A basilisk seemed to come to life coiling itself around its caster as it hissed at the bird.
The basilisk pounced on the bird, the two spells colliding, powerful enough to change the weather, lightning brightened the skies, thunder roared, and a artificial rain fell.
Other magicians were catatonic, so much power, they could change even the weather, once a clear, starry night, now a storm.
Voldemort "Very impressive teacher" He said as he prepared himself for a powerful spell.
Bringing his hand close to his mouth, and he breathes fire, a reddish flame that would resemble blood, his shape was modeled by his hands in the form of a basilisk.
The basilisk of this version will act quite differently, while the water basilisk was protective, this one was the opposite, it shot at high speed towards Dumbledore.
Dumbledore was welcoming his phoenix friend, Fawkes was now a fragile puppy, far from his majestic form.
Upon ensuring that Fawkes was all right, his attention returned to Voldemort, gripping his wand.
Taking advantage of the rain that was now falling, Dumbledore created a powerful water shield, defending him and the few who still insisted on staying in the fight.
dumbledore pov
He was tired, he just wanted to be a simple magic teacher. over and over again, life puts him to deal with these problems, First with Gellert, he made the world bleed so much in his madness.
And now his student, he has accompanied him since his first day in the magical world.
'I still remember when I found myself at the orphanage'.
Tom Riddle was unlike anything he had ever seen, endowed with unprecedented talent and fascinating intelligence, he would be lying if he said he wasn't interested and curious about the boy.
But on the other hand, Tom even in childhood was already endowed with tremendous cruelty and hatred, torturing the children of the orphanage in a physical and psychological way.
Of course he hoped that upon entering the magical world Tom would forget this hatred, and become different, recovering from this lifestyle.
But how wrong he was, even in his years at Hogwarts, well to the other teachers he was just a bright, polite, and somewhat reserved student, with few but faithful friends.
Thinking back to that time, Dumbledore began to see inconsistency in Tom's attitude, his dedication to dark magic as if he were fascinated, the change in his third year, the attacks on Muggle-borns or half-bloods, he suspected Tom and his friends but had no proof. .
And now seeing the disgrace that Tom has brought he sort of regrets not taking better care of him and advising him towards the path of light, maybe it's still possible.
Looking at his former student, his face clearly showed pity for his student.
Dumbledore "Tom stop this, there is another way" his face was clearly sad.
Voldemort "There is no other way" replied not happy.
Voldemort " You were there, and you understand, Metal birds "airplanes", breathed fire from the sky over cities, you saw what Muggles can do, I wonder if it is above you, to secure a world for our people." In fact, this is not your main reason.
Voldemort " The wizarding world needs a cleaning Dumbledore, I'm just a consequence of that need" He says with conviction, while preparing to restart the battle.
Dumbledore "Then I'm going to have to stop you Tom" he uses Disapparation instead Appearing a few meters from Voldemort.
Muttering a spell, from his wand a powerful wave of slicing wind, he headed towards the Dark Lord.
Voldemort seeing the powerful and dangerous elemental magic, Apparated next to Dumbledore casting another powerful killing curse.
Seeing the deadly magic so close, the old man concentrated his magic on the tip of his wand, and deflected the killing curse deftly with his wand, at the cost of half his magic reserve.
Right after deftly deflecting the magic, another powerful elemental spell, Blue lightning shot from his wand, hitting Voldemort.
The Dark Lord's body shook and burned under the terrible spell, at one point when the spell stopped.
Dumbledore, he observes, if it had gone up against a normal wizard it would have ended there, but he knows that Tom was never straightforward.
True to his expectations, Voldemort's body turns into black smoke, charging towards Dumbledore.
Sensing the terrible energy of darkness, Dumbledore instinctively used an Expecto Patronum pushing Tom away, who moved closer to his followers.
Voldemort "That would certainly kill a wizard quickly, but it doesn't work on me, I've become Immortal Dumbledore" His body was in such a bad state, it was amazing he was still alive.
He mocks Dumbledore and finishes his sentence with conviction.
"How could I, a powerful Mage, go through something as meaningless as dying?"
Dumbledore's expression darkened, he sensed that there was something in what Tom said, something very wrong, he was going to end the fight quickly, he pointed his wand at the sky, and as one with a mighty cry "Tonitrui Supplicium".
Like a conductor, he guided the thunder that rose in the sky, for Voldemort.
Voldemort "Retreat," He orders all of his followers to return immediately.
But before he went he looked at Dumbledore "That's all for our little meeting, I'll see you around Teacher" Saying goodbye to Dumbledore politely.
Before he left, however, he used high-frequency sound magic, shattering all objects and glass in the city.
And he left with his followers, he is not strong enough to deal with dumbledore, and he took many losses, it would take time to reorganize his forces, and of course, he had to punish and train his incompetent servants, who showed worse performance than that he would imagine against the Aurors.
Dumbledore didn't stop them from leaving, he was exhausted, age had taken its toll.
He retreated with the young Order of the Phoenix, there were some casualties, he still had to deal with the fallout, and plan, and mostly investigate Tom's words about be Immortal.
The Aurors were left with all the mess to clean up.
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Vincent who watched everything from afar through his crows, felt a mix of emotions, excited to see such a badass fight between the strongest wizards of that era, respect because he knew that going against any of them directly was Game Over, thirst for fight, A part of him wanted to face these men in battle.
He analyzed some points of this fight, Dumbledore went to kill, that would mean a lot, He probably didn't know about the Horcrux, there is no prophecy yet, so it makes sense.
His elemental spells were so incredible, he could almost feel goosebumps on his skin seeing that amount of thunder strike the spot where Voldemort was,
On the other hand Voldemort was equally powerful, His death spell had a power on a totally different scale, with his superhuman senses he could feel that he carried beyond much magical power and fury, a little of the essence of his being, making it even more mortal, but further damaging his soul in the process.
Seeing the Aurors work together using spells to take back the city also left a deep mark on him, magic had so much potential, he would definitely find a way to get it for himself.
Another cruel thing was the way that Aurors, solve this kind of situation, with common people.
They erase everyone's memory, and get rid of the bodies, as if these people never existed, you can clearly see that even "good wizards" have almost no respect for Muggle life.
They altered everyone's memory at the orphanage too, cleaned up all the mess, but it's strange to think that they kind of erased so many people's lives like that.