Chapter 38.3- Doom Days

He apparated to the side, but Dumbledore was already moving even before he did so. With a wave of the elder wand— and that was surely the wand of elder held between bony fingers— the ground rose to his control. First the cobblestones turned Tinto a majestic lion that roared and made my bones shake. The lion ran at Voldemort even as a massive proud eagle took to the skies next. Third was a badger as the Hogwarts headmaster called upon the mascots of his school’s house to fight for him.

One would have expected that to be the end of it. Surely, someone as learned as Dumbledore would have the food sense to not call upon a snake in combat with the heir of Slytherin. But the old man was craftier than most could imagine. He called a serpent bigger than the other three creatures into existence, and one could see the way Voldemort— for that was Voldemort in truth, human appearance or no— hissed in anger at the affront. An angry hiss morphed into parseltongue in seconds.

“Serve me” He commanded the snake with the natural persuasive magic of parseltongue that caused all snakes that heard it o have no choice bur to obey, nut that did nothing as the snake kept coming.

“Turn around and bite that old fool” he commanded, perhaps thinking the creature had not heard him as this time he spoke even louder. Still, there was no effect as the snake kept coming. He destroyed the lion with a blasting curse, tore the eagle to pieces with some kind off creative cutting curse that cut it into five pieces, and the badger was borough to its knees with a single speck that caused it to fall, trying to gather its innards with its claw as they leaked over the floor. For the snake, Voldemort turned to it with a countercurse, the counter to a deafness hex if I was not mistaken, but casting that spell and dismissing the other creatures and give Dumbledore time.

By the time the snake was turning around to attack Dumbledore, it was already bering torn to shreds by a pack of wolves while bees, humming birds, leopbards, bears, and the likes in great numbers surrounded the Dark Lord. Looking at the two of them, it was clear to see that the standard dynamic that one would have expected with an understanding of who the parties where was being debunked. One might have expected Dmbledore to need a short fight because Voldemort had hum beat when it came to pure magic power and thus could theoretically outlast him, but that was nothing but theory.

In truth, time favoured Dumbledore. It gave him he chance to use his imagination and creativity to its fullest extent, while the expected tiredness one would expect from a man past his prime was nowhere to be seen, a combination of the ever wand, power that had been unmatched in his youth, and sheer magical control, I suspected.