Chapter 316 The True Purpose of the Sword

A thousand years ago, Godric Gryffindor killed rivers of blood with a wand and a sword, using the corpses of challengers and dark wizards to forge his supreme reputation.

But a thousand years later, Gryffindor has become a legend, and wizards prefer to believe that the legendary sword is just a decoration.

The wizards have long since become 'baboons' who can only swing small wooden sticks.

So when Dumbledore drew the long sword from the Sorting Hat, Voldemort was extremely silent for a moment.

Then he laughed, as if he had seen something extremely funny, just like his followers saw Neville draw his sword:

"Sword? Dumbledore, what role can a sword play when we are at this point? Gryffindor's method is outdated."

"Maybe, but at least it will be a novel experience."

Dumbledore was very skillful in circling the sword, and it was obvious that he had been practicing in private.

"As a wizard, you should always maintain a strong sense of curiosity, am I right Tom?"

Dumbledore paused and looked himself up and down: "There seems to be something missing."

Dumbledore's original slightly complicated wizard robe suddenly turned into a pure white robe, simple and capable, and the wand in his hand also sprouted green branches.

It grew rapidly, twisted and intertwined, and finally turned into a cane made of tree trunks.

"It's much more pleasing to the eye."

Voldemort watched Dumbledore's cosplay with cold eyes. He always felt that the old man was probably crazy.

I don't know what kind of psychology, Voldemort actually felt a little bit emotional. It seems that even Dumbledore can't resist time.

He eventually grew old and became confused.

Only he finally defeated death and became its master.

But soon, Voldemort discovered that he was wrong, and how wrong he was.

The moment Dumbledore's particularly ugly wooden cane lit up, Voldemort thought he saw the sun!

Voldemort instinctively narrowed his eyes, but immediately reacted and secretly screamed, "Oh no!"

Sure enough, he felt a familiar wave behind him, followed by severe pain behind him.

In a rage, Voldemort raised his head and screamed wildly, and the surroundings seemed to have stopped for a moment. The flowing river water, flying dust, and flapping insects all stopped at this moment.

This stagnation lasted only a very short time, and this dislocation had a terrifying effect.

Within a range of about ten meters around Voldemort, everything was silently annihilated, followed by an explosion.

When everything was settled, Voldemort was floating in the air, with thick black energy rising from his body, and there was only a deep pit in the solid ground beneath his feet.

Voldemort's chest was heaving violently. It was obvious that what he had just displayed was an amazing magic, and even he would find it difficult.

He stretched out his hand and wiped his back, then tremblingly stretched his hand out in front of him, which was covered in blood.

After so many years, Voldemort could not remember the last time he was injured except for the time when his own spell rebounded.

Even though he was suppressed by Dumbledore in the past, he has never, ever been injured by a lowly Muggle weapon like a sword!

Compared with the physical pain, what made Voldemort feel more uncomfortable was Dumbledore's behavior, shining a bright light on his eyes, and then running up and sneaking up on him from behind.

Isn't this an insidious move that only bad people can do?

Dumbledore swung Gryffindor's sword. This goblin-forged sword was very sharp, and the blood stains on it became as clean as new again with just a flick.

Hmm. The effect of direct slashing with the flash technique seems to be pretty good.

Dumbledore never thought about killing Voldemort before clearing the Horcruxes. This was meaningless. His subordinates had already gathered Death Eaters again, and it would not be difficult to resurrect him.

The last time Voldemort collapsed was because his followers thought Voldemort was dead.

But he proved that he did defeat death to a certain extent, even if he only survived with the humblest ghost, he was still alive after all.

Therefore, killing him is meaningless, and it will in vain increase the possibility that Voldemort will feel that his Horcrux has been leaked.

The most important thing is that Dumbledore looked at his hands. Even if he was Dumbledore, he could not completely resist the weakness that time had brought to him.

Yes, I can suppress him, but I can't kill him

Dumbledore swung his long sword and casually deflected the curses shot by the furious Voldemort, suddenly discovering another advantage of Muggle weapons.

As we all know, any tangible spell can be blocked by the entity, so using a long sword to break the spell is really just a break.

It does not require the assistance of other spells like a wand.

Dumbledore was suddenly stunned. He lowered his head and glanced at his hands, the Elder Wand in his left hand and the Sword of Gryffindor in his right hand.

Suddenly something occurred to me. After deflecting the opponent's magic spell, you can't counterattack immediately. There is always a time to switch. But if you dual-wield

"Interesting. So the sword is for defense, and the wand is for offense?"

As for why you don't dual-wield wands, I can only say that the person who asked this question doesn't understand "Wandology".

The simplest example is that a person can only marry one wife. Even if there is a mistress outside who is interested in a husband and a concubine, the first wife and the mistress who have no problem with the marriage will probably fight when they meet. As for the ones who are really committed, it can only be said that they have different talents. Well, this is not normal.

Then the next step is to hold back Voldemort and give Zhang an undisturbed environment.

Dumbledore suddenly remembered what Tom said, 'The number of Death Eaters in the church is beyond your expectations', and he couldn't help but feel a little worried.

He always felt that Zhang's unique fighting style, which combined things he had never seen before, could easily overcome a certain gap and defeat opponents who should be stronger than him.

So even if there is a group of dark wizards, Dumbledore believes that Zhang can handle it. Right?

This battle can't be fought!

Zhang Xiao looked angrily at the opposite side hiding in a group in heavy obstacles, holding up the magic wand and constantly firing various spells at this side, or the powerful killing curse.

These Death Eaters can't control the direction very well. Some of them are clearly designed to be aimed at themselves, but the violent shaking makes the spell hit the ceiling directly.

The main attack is a random one. This kind of spell makes Zhang Xiao unable to predict it by the direction of the magic wand at all, and once again hits the mark by accident.

Feeling the exhaustion of his body, Zhang Xiao simply exited this state, and an indescribable fatigue surged up instantly.

But he couldn't show his cowardice at this time, and used magic to pull a Death Eater who had been knocked down by him before and was now wailing with his arms folded.

He stepped on the chest of the Death Eater, and under everyone's gaze, he took out the "Hradic Cube" from the Qiankun bag, accompanied by a deformed light.

The cube deformed rapidly, and a silver-shining pistol appeared in his hand.

He aimed at the Death Eater's head and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang bang bang bang."

The Death Eater twitched, and streams of blood gushed out. Soon, he lay on the ground like a dead fish and didn't move.

Dumbledore once gave me a piece of advice, don't use the wand to directly end a person's life, people still have to listen to advice.

Zhang Xiao blew on the muzzle of his gun, and arrogantly made a throat-cutting gesture towards the Death Eaters who had been preparing for a great enemy as soon as he took out his gun and fired round after round.

Then he walked back to the corner with an unusually arrogant swagger.

The Death Eaters were frightened by his momentum, and no one took action. They were all wondering if Zhang Xiao had any backup plan.

When Harry and the remaining Arthur, Molly, and others looked at him with admiration, Zhang Xiao's expression remained unchanged, and he squeezed out a few words from his teeth:

"Let's run, I can't hold on any longer!"

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I was installing equipment in the store and came back at 10 o'clock. It was really too late. I can only add this much. The climax was okay at the beginning, but the ending was really not well collected.

It can only be like this. The next plot should not disappoint everyone.