Since Voldemort couldn't be killed by ordinary means, Adrian was ready to try this!
He didn't believe the Fiendfyre that could burn everything and never extinguish couldn't destroy this body.
"No!" Voldemort clearly realized this and shouted hoarsely. If he was really pushed into the fire, it would all be over.
The body that had been drained of vitality could no longer squeeze out a trace of potential. Voldemort had to sacrifice one hand for the sake of self-preservation.
As his left arm suddenly exploded and the flesh was swallowed by magic, more black mist emerged from Voldemort's body, corroding the unicorn's shadow made of magic.
This was a contest of magic power and time. Although Adrian's magic power had nearly doubled after completing the Bloodline fusion ritual, it was only doubled compared to other young wizards. His magic power had been consumed early in several large-scale battles. He couldn't afford to squander it.
Voldemort's situation was equally desperate. A hole was opened in his chest, several ribs were broken. He'd been forced to destroy an arm to maintain the scale of the black mist.
It was fortunate this was Quirrell's body. Voldemort didn't feel any distress using it. But he was still constantly being pushed toward the burning wall. Death was only a matter of time.
Under this stalemate, Adrian was the first unable to hold on. The repeated use of magic made his brain foggy, and the cells of his body warned him. If not for the accelerated thinking mode of the experience card, he would have fainted long ago.
After barely maintaining for a while, the unicorn made of white light and shadow gradually faded. Using his last bit of strength, Adrian made it knock the opponent over, causing Voldemort to crash into the Mirror of Erised not far away. Even the wand in his hand fell aside.
But Voldemort laughed, because he could clearly see the unwilling color in the red pupils before the unicorn's shadow dissipated.
"Hahahaha... I still won!"
Voldemort stood up with his only hand propping up his body and picked up the wand from the ground. On his rotten body, two overlapping faces split into grins at the same time. The grim laughter echoed in the wide space.
But as he laughed, Voldemort couldn't laugh anymore, because he found there was no despair or loss on Adrian's face.
"Harry, stop pretending to be dead! Get up and grab his face!" Adrian yelled at Harry, who was lying not far from Voldemort with his eyes tightly closed, looking like a corpse.
During the previous stalemate, when Adrian's magic power was about to be exhausted, he'd noticed Harry's body seemed to have moved. So he immediately changed his plan from competing with Voldemort's magic consumption.
Because Adrian knew very well that the black mist might kill him, but it would never kill Harry!
In Voldemort's incredulous gaze, Harry Potter, who should have been dead in his understanding, jumped up from the ground and leaped toward him!
In fact, Harry hadn't been lying on the ground pretending to be dead as Adrian thought. He simply hadn't been able to move his body before.
After inhaling a large amount of black mist, Harry thought he was dead. His consciousness fell into a brief coma, but there seemed to be some power in his body protecting him and resisting the black mist all along.
It wasn't until Voldemort recalled all the black mist and concentrated on dealing with Adrian that the protective power gradually allowed him to regain some consciousness and mobility. But his body was still somewhat numb, and he could barely open his eyes.
But Harry knew very well the battle had reached its most critical moment. So he didn't care about his physical weakness. He forced himself up and pressed his hands on Voldemort's grotesque snake face according to Adrian's orders.
The withered snake face felt like a rag with some slippery yellow liquid on it.
A sizzling noise spread from where Harry's palms touched. Voldemort let out a painful wail. The skin on his face seemed to have been scalded by a hot iron, peeling off piece by piece. He forcefully kicked Harry to the ground, but couldn't stop his body from collapsing.
Harry sat on the ground, staring blankly at Voldemort's misery. At the same time, he looked at his hands in disbelief. He'd just stepped forward and touched him twice.
'Are my hands poisonous?'
Harry wondered whether he should be happy or worried.
"Reducto!" Adrian mobilized the last trace of magic and aimed his wand at Voldemort's gradually collapsing form.
'Sorry, but this kill belongs to me!'
Seeing Voldemort's body burst open, turning into powder and floating in the air, Adrian listened to the system notification in his mind and fell to the ground with satisfaction, without a trace of strength remaining.
Voldemort's black soul rushed out of the body turned to dust in a roar, sweeping toward Adrian.
But before touching him, the illusory soul suddenly changed direction and rushed out of the room.
The next moment, a quiet blue phoenix flew in over the black flames at the door. A soothing blue gleam bloomed all over its body, wandering continuously throughout the room.
Seeing this phoenix, Adrian's heart that had been tense finally relaxed, but he still couldn't help wanting to curse.
'Dumbledore, your timing is really something...'
There was a bit of complaint in his heart, but after his spirit relaxed, all kinds of tired emotions surged up. Adrian held on for a while, then finally fell asleep.
Just as Adrian lost consciousness, Dumbledore's voice slowly sounded at the entrance.
"Finite Incantatem!"
The black flame blocking the door gradually extinguished. This magical power even spread to the large interior room.
Even Fiendfyre that would never go out had no choice but to disappear under this kind of power.
"Professor! Quick! Adrian and Harry are inside..." Hermione couldn't help but rush in when the black flames went out.
Of course, the young witch didn't forget to pull Dumbledore by the sleeve and drag him in, while Ron followed behind, panting.
The three of them walked into this spacious room and immediately saw the scene of destruction inside.
Most of the twelve columns used to support the room were broken. Large pieces of rubble were scattered on the ground, and the surrounding walls were scorched and damaged. The pits and holes were all traces of powerful curses. There was a strong burnt smell.
Even Dumbledore hadn't expected a fight like this. Although he'd seen it through his phoenix before coming in, he still felt somewhat shocked to see this scene with his own eyes.