The chill is more severe than it looks.

Fawkes was not prepared, and the color of his feathers became several shades darker. He started a flame with a hissing sound to ensure that he and Dumbledore would not get frostbite.

only……

The contact between flames and frost and snow stirred up thick steam, making the visibility conditions even worse.

"Oh, no, Fawkes." Dumbledore raised his hand and waved his wand.

Use the weather spell.

In an instant, the weather suddenly became clear.

The fog and steam dissipated instantly, and the strong wind stopped abruptly, except for the frost and snow, which was still there, as fierce and thick as Dumbledore had seen it when he first saw it.

this……

Dumbledore was slightly stunned.

With his level, the weather spell would naturally not be only partially effective.

That means this is not ordinary frost and snow.

White frost.

A word popped into his mind.

The only thing that was immune to the spell he cast after the Elder Wand was this special thing that he had only caught a glimpse of.

Wild Hunt?

Or Voldemort?

He couldn't make a definite guess, but he didn't need to know who was in there.

Although the snow was blowing hard, the azure blue line of magic was extremely eye-catching, greedily and eagerly absorbing the magic of Hogwarts.

Protected by white frost, only more terrifying things will be born inside.

Dumbledore waved his wand.

At critical moments, he never shows mercy.

Blue fierce fire gushed out and swept towards the white frost, but with little effect. As a mysterious force that can devour an entire world and bring about doomsday, they can still devour the power of the fierce fire.

Devouring and multiplying.

The hoarfrost became more violent.

Dumbledore immediately changed his mind and waved his wand.

Vanishing spell.

Some of the frost and snow in front of him disappeared immediately.

No matter how difficult the white frost is, it is, after all, a concrete substance that exists. It's just that it's difficult to analyze and recognize. Under the unreasonable mental influence of "I don't think you have it, so you disappear completely", the white frost, which only has instincts but no specific thinking ability, still has to obey the effect of magic.

Part of them disappeared.

But the white frost was a doomsday disaster. Even if the vanishing spell cleared them out, it seemed to have stimulated a strange quality within the white frost, and they multiplied like crazy.

but……

Dumbledore could already see what was wrapped in the white frost.

Like a scarecrow, Voldemort stood upright with his arms stretched out straight and his head drooped.

The magic of Hogwarts is linked to him.

"Retreat the enemy three feet!"

He immediately pointed his wand and cast a spell. Voldemort did not dodge or evade, but took the spell head-on. His whole body flew backwards and fell onto the lake which was already covered with a thick layer of ice. The magical connection between his body and the castle was stretched to an extremely long length, and could not be broken.

Dumbledore waved his wand again.

The magic power was completely cut off.

He looked up with a cautious look.

It's unclear what this ceremony is about.

But it seems...

The ceremony has been interrupted?

Voldemort, who was flying halfway backwards, suddenly stopped and hovered in the air.

Let your arms hang naturally and raise your head.

White magic power surged, condensing into a simple white wizard robe on his body.

"Dumbledore." He opened his eyes and spoke. His new voice not only restored his appearance to that of his youth, but also restored his voice to the clear and crisp state of his youth. "You came really quickly."

Voldemort stretched lazily.

“It feels so good to have my body again.”

“And young.”

The ceremony was not interrupted.

In fact, the ceremony was over when the body was reconstructed.

And afterwards, Voldemort did not terminate the ritual.

It's to accumulate magic power.

It is rare to find a source of magic like the one in Hogwarts that is pure and has no side effects and that one can freely obtain.

Dumbledore looked at him and said calmly, "This is Hogwarts, and I am the headmaster."

“Birth, aging, sickness and death, this is everyone’s destiny.”

Voldemort tilted his head to look at him, and teased with a smile: "Dumbledore, we are wizards."

"Not those Mudbloods."

"How can their fate compare to ours?"

"Tom, ordinary people and wizards are the same, they are all human beings." Dumbledore spoke softly.

But he was interrupted before he could finish his words. Voldemort said coldly: "Dumbledore, call me Voldemort, not that humble name."

"Tom, don't run away from your past." Dumbledore shook his head, "Voldemort?"

He raised his wand.

Golden words spurted out of the wand, forming the word "Voldemort", but after some changes, it became another name "Tom Riddle".

Voldemort said nothing, raised his hand, and tapped lightly with his index finger.

The white frost surged and came like a wave.

Fawkes cried out, and a flame rolled up, carrying Dumbledore with him. With a snap, he disappeared from under the waves, and appeared on the ice under Voldemort the next second.

Dumbledore casts a spell.

The ice surged and turned into a huge hand, grabbing towards him.

Voldemort is not much and does not dodge.

Allow the deformed creature to fall on you.

The huge hands grabbed it, and just like that, it became lifeless and no longer under Dumbledore's control. A thick layer of white frost crystals spread from the tips of the icy fingers.

"Dumbledore." Voldemort laughed, "I am not the same person I was before."

"You're still you."

"The weak, increasingly decrepit wizard."

"And I—"

He smiled complacently, stretched out his hand, and lightly tapped the deformed creation. With a crackling sound, it shattered into huge pieces of ice and fell down.

In the splashing snow dust.

Voldemort's pale face and robes almost blended into the environment, and his voice came from all directions: "It's different. I have evolved to a higher level."

"That guy Harry should have told you about the white frost?"

"This is a natural disaster that could bring about the end of the world."

"Now, Bai Shuang is me, and I am Bai Shuang."

He waved his hands wildly.

The majestic magical power surged, and huge waves of white frost covered the sky and the earth.

"Tom." Dumbledore stood under the snow dust, holding his wand high. "This is not evolution. You just finally left behind the last bit of what made you human."

Voldemort laughed arrogantly: "The human body is too weak and too limited."

"Dumbledore, I am no longer a human being."

"I am a natural disaster now."

"A creature more advanced than humans."

"I am more worthy of being called a god than those wizards of ancient times."

In Hogwarts Castle.

The huge movement in the Black Lake attracted the attention of all professors, and they immediately realized one thing.

Hogwarts is attacked.

The enemy is extremely powerful.

Professor McGonagall hurriedly arranged for the students to study on their own, waved her wand, summoned her patronus, notified the other professors, and rushed out of the castle.

Most professors with practical skills behave in this way spontaneously.