However.
Today, Albus Dumbledore clearly didn't want to play along with him.
"Tom, it's time to prove your worth." Albus Dumbledore raised the Elder Wand and flicked it lightly, causing the hastily wrapped robe on Quirrell to be flung away.
That bloody, extremely grotesque face was instantly exposed on Quirrell's rear—Albus Dumbledore's expression remained unchanged, his voice carrying a hint of coldness.
"You shouldn't have come back."
He seemed to be sighing, yet also mocking.
"Damned Dumbledore! You've obviously known for a long time! The many accidents I've encountered these past few days! It seems you've been instigating and directing all of them!"
Voldemort controlled Quirrell's body, his face starting to transfer onto Quirrell's face, overlapping and appearing even more sinister and unrecognizable. His gaze at Ian was filled with resentment and hatred, clearly knowing long ago who had been secretly attacking him.
If it weren't for being unable to defeat Dumbledore, if it weren't for his weakness making him powerless even against this little wizard, how would he still allow his servant to hide in the corner and swallow humiliation.
"It looks like you want to start a war with me right now!"
Voldemort tried to grasp his magic wand, however, Albus Dumbledore expressionlessly pressed lightly, causing the Black Demon King possessing the servant to collapse directly to the ground.
Horrific pressure.
Made him unable to stand up straight.
Unable to even lift his head.
"There's nothing like starting a war here, Tom, I once used a burning cabinet to intimidate you, hoping it would teach you moderation, perhaps your current situation also holds a part of my responsibility."
Albus Dumbledore's tone carried a hint of sorrow, "However, your evil indeed exceeded my expectations, making me once truly at a loss on how to deal with your unscrupulous methods."
"Thinking about it, this is a punishment for me as well… of course, this punishment is even more so for you." Albus Dumbledore slowly approached the prostrate Voldemort.
"Damn it! Your magical power! How can it be… you are clearly already old!" Voldemort's voice carried some fear, as he realized his soul couldn't even escape the servant's body.
This was completely beyond his expectations.
"Yes, Tom, I am already old, no longer able to scare you with burning cabinets, but that doesn't mean I can't force you to atone for your actions."
Albus Dumbledore seemed to suppress Voldemort with great ease, his tone carrying a bit of a sigh, "Voldemort, perhaps I should call you by that name."
"You probably never understood a principle, that is the gap between us has never changed, even if you used some unscrupulous dark arts to make up for the gap in magical power between us."
The old headmaster's words.
Immediately made Voldemort furious.
"That's because I am currently extremely weak! If I were at my full strength again! Old fool! Would you dare to show your face in front of me? Dare to continue speaking such arrogant lies in front of me!"
His voice resounded throughout the entire lounge.
Making Ian feel a bit of a hysterical flavor.
"At the beginning, I indeed overlooked you, and after you rose, how could you think that I feared you?"
Albus Dumbledore shook his head, seeming uninterested in such comparisons, he then looked at the little wizard, signaling Ian with a glance to move quickly.
"!!!!"
Ian's scalp tingled slightly.
The headmaster had said before that he brought him to increase his magical power limit! Now this look clearly meant for him to burn the soul, but Ian had never mentioned the extraordinary traits of the Soul Furnace to anyone!
"You know everything?"
Ian's mouth twitched.
"Your words and deeds, some of your persistence, are all clues, so it's not hard to guess."
Albus Dumbledore responded softly. Just like he said before, sometimes, Ian truly didn't know how much more Dumbledore could deduce from the details.
"You want this child to kill me? A little wizard! You are inciting him on how to kill!?" Voldemort seemed to have seen something unbelievable.
"This is what I told you before, Tom, when you see the other side of me that is unknown, you certainly wouldn't want to continue being my enemy…"
Albus Dumbledore didn't seem to intend to hide anything, lightly speaking to Voldemort in front of Ian, the strong pressure from his magic wand made Voldemort's expression extremely painful.
"Even if you were unharmed, possessing all the powers you should have, you would still end up like this, after all, at this moment I am just like you… unscrupulous."
Albus Dumbledore once again signaled Ian with his eyes, "I think you shouldn't have any psychological burden, after all, you've already wanted to do this long ago."
The old headmaster's words made Ian swallow.
"Flame Conquest!"
Ian reluctantly cast the spell—the next moment, Voldemort along with his servant were engulfed within, turning into nourishment amid an unwilling roar.
Ian never expected to have his wish fulfilled under such circumstances.
Name: Ian Prince
Profession: Bloodline Mage
Magic Power: Level 9
His magic power, which was originally at a critical point, quietly upgraded amidst the nourishment of Voldemort's soul.
"Let's go!"
Without waiting for Ian to savor the moment.
Albus Dumbledore dragged Ian out of the school—under the bright moon and sparse stars, Grindelwald was already quietly waiting at the high tower in front.