Dumbledore was close to delivering the final blow.
Voldemort, exhausted from the long confrontation, seemed to have lost all hope of escape. Every spell cast by the dark wizard was countered by Dumbledore, who, without losing his composure, moved with precision and calm, as if he knew victory was within reach. The tension in the air grew.
Voldemort, his eyes burning with fury, raised his wand to cast another spell, but before he could utter a word, the atmosphere changed. From the nearby dark corridors, two figures suddenly appeared.
Fenrir Greyback, the werewolf, stepped forward with firm strides, his wild gaze fixed on the fight. At his side, Selene, the vampire, walked with her usual serenity. Both remained at the edge of the battle, watching, without making any aggressive move for the moment.
Selene, with a calm expression, didn't seem interested in the fight itself. With a casual gesture, she licked her lips, as if she had just enjoyed a meal, while keeping her eyes fixed on the scene.
Fenrir, on the other hand, seemed to enjoy the tension in the air, and without warning, threw an object toward Dumbledore. The severed head of a man flew through the air and landed heavily on the ground in front of the wizard. Dumbledore, upon seeing the head, hesitated for a brief moment. It was the head of Cornelius Fudge, the Minister for Magic.
Voldemort, taking advantage of Dumbledore's surprise, quickly raised his wand and cast an Avada Kedavra at him. But at the precise moment the green spell was about to hit, Fawkes the phoenix appeared in a flash of golden light. Fawkes's song interrupted the curse, deflecting it with a blinding radiance.
Dumbledore, seeing that his phoenix had intervened, regained focus. Wasting no time, he once again confronted Voldemort, who was now preoccupied with fighting the phoenix. Despite the appearance of Fenrir and Selene, the two remained on the sidelines, observing the battle without interfering.
After a long while of fighting, Dumbledore managed to subdue Voldemort, and with Fawkes flying around him, it seemed the battle was finally coming to an end. Voldemort, exhausted, fell to his knees.
Suddenly, something strange occurred. The air around them briefly distorted, and a giant shadow appeared above the group. Everyone, including Fenrir and Selene, looked up—though the latter two didn't seem surprised.
From above, a hooded man appeared riding a massive black dragon, about ten meters tall. What stood out the most was that the dragon had four legs, unlike the typical wyverns of this world.
The man leapt effortlessly from the dragon's back and landed calmly in front of Dumbledore. Without a word, he removed his cloak and mask with a swift motion and took a deep breath as his silver hair fluttered in the wind.
With a gesture of his hand, the man commanded the dragon:
"Keep the phoenix at bay, but don't kill it."
The dragon, obedient, turned its massive head and lunged toward Fawkes. The phoenix tried to dodge its claws, but the dragon was too big and fast. Despite Fawkes's efforts, the dragon seemed to be toying with him, like it was a game. The phoenix flew in circles, but the dragon pursued him effortlessly, displaying clear superiority in battle.
Meanwhile, the mysterious man looked at Dumbledore, then at Voldemort, both still trying to assess the situation. It seemed that the dark wizard, though defeated, was not going to surrender so easily.
Noah observed Voldemort for a moment, his gaze emotionless, before forming a few hand seals. Quietly, he activated a fuinjutsu he had implanted in Voldemort's soul when they first met.
Suddenly, strange chains began emerging from Voldemort's body, quickly wrapping around him until he was completely cocooned in metal.
The dark wizard struggled, trying to break free, but the chains kept tightening, binding him with force.
With a final effort, Voldemort raised his wand and tried to cast an Avada Kedavra at Noah. The green curse flew toward him, but before it could reach its target, an invisible barrier formed in front of Noah, effortlessly blocking the spell.
Noah simply observed Voldemort's resistance attempt without flinching. With a simple motion, he extended his palm, and the cocoon of chains flew into a small glowing crystal that appeared in his hand. The crystal absorbed Voldemort's prison effortlessly, leaving the dark wizard trapped inside it.
With Voldemort neutralized, Noah turned to Dumbledore.
The old wizard, still holding his wand, seemed to be evaluating the situation, unsure of what to expect.
"What is it you truly seek?" Dumbledore asked, his voice deep and measured. "Do you plan to become the new Dark Lord?"
Noah smiled with disdain, a slight laugh escaping his lips, almost mocking the suggestion.
"The 'Dark Lord'?" he repeated with scorn.
"That title is so trivial it doesn't even bother me. I have no interest in that kind of power."
Without giving Dumbledore time to respond, Noah raised his hand and quickly conjured a spell. The ground beneath his feet began to tremble as a massive figure formed before them. A nine-headed hydra, forged from Fiendfyre, appeared—the flames from its mouths so intense that the air around them seemed to warp.
Dumbledore moved swiftly, but Noah was already prepared. With a fluid motion, he cast a spell in the old man's direction, which Dumbledore barely managed to block with his wand. The two clashed in a constant flurry of spells, the battle erupting on a massive scale.
Dumbledore remained composed, and spells of light and shadow flew through the air in rapid succession. However, Noah appeared to have a clear advantage.
Every spell Dumbledore cast was effortlessly countered, as if Noah had anticipated each move. In a flash, the hydra lunged at Dumbledore, its flaming heads snapping with the intent to devour him.
Dumbledore stepped back but couldn't avoid being struck by the force of Noah's spells.
As the battle went on, it became clear that the old wizard had few options left. Noah seemed to be calculating every move, every response with a precision Dumbledore hadn't anticipated. The power gap was obvious.
In a last effort to defend himself, Dumbledore conjured a brilliant light spell, attempting to disintegrate the hydra that was hunting him. But Noah did nothing more than raise his hand, countering the light with a spell of his own design. The hydra, in its form of infernal flames, consumed the light in an instant, and Dumbledore, exhausted and staggering, could barely remain standing.
In the end, Dumbledore fell to the ground, defeated. Noah approached him slowly, unhurried. The look on his face wasn't one of satisfaction, but of simple acknowledgment.
"It didn't have to be like this, but I knew you wouldn't accept a deal with me," Noah said, without emotion. "You're too stubborn."
Dumbledore, unable to move, tried to catch his breath, his eyes showing a mix of rage and despair. Noah raised his wand once more, and with a whisper, a genjutsu began to envelop Dumbledore's mind.
Suddenly, Dumbledore found himself surrounded by shadows. In the air appeared the ghost of his sister, Ariana, her face sad and accusatory.
"Everything you did, everything you sacrificed… what was it for, Albus?" Ariana's voice echoed in his mind. "You let me die! You couldn't protect me!"
Ariana's image began to fade, but was replaced by the faces of Dumbledore's parents, their eyes full of reproach.
"You abandoned us, Albus," his mother's voice said. "You let us die and never gave us a second chance!"
Dumbledore began to tremble, his breathing quickened, and his eyes filled with tears. The illusion surrounded him, and the voices of his family punished him relentlessly—each word a blow to his conscience. The accusations continued, and Dumbledore couldn't escape. His will began to crumble under the weight of the memories—the repressed emotions he had never faced.
Finally, Dumbledore collapsed, his body trembling with exhaustion, tears flowing freely as his mind broke.
Noah took advantage of this moment of weakness and, with a swift hand movement, cast a jutsu of eternal sleep. Dumbledore's mind was plunged into deep slumber as Noah extracted his memories.
Dumbledore's memories—from his earliest days to his deepest secrets—were sealed inside Noah's mind. The battle was over, and with it, any possibility of resistance from the old wizard.
Just as Noah finished absorbing Dumbledore's memories, a noise from the corridor caught his attention.
The members of the Order of the Phoenix had arrived, running into the room. At first, they seemed surprised to see Harry unconscious but alive, lying on the floor. But soon, their attention turned to Noah.
Without thinking, the members of the Order raised their wands, ready to attack him. However, Noah showed no signs of concern. With an almost imperceptible gesture of his hand, he used his telekinesis to rip the wands from the hands of the wizards, throwing them a great distance with a simple movement of his mind. The wands fell to the ground and rolled into the shadows, out of reach.
As this happened, the black dragon that had been facing Fawkes tossed him through the air with a flick of its enormous tail. The phoenix, exhausted and wounded, fell near the unconscious body of Dumbledore. The dragon, seemingly disdainful of its defeated opponent, began to shrink rapidly, transforming into a tiny black dragon that perched on Noah's shoulder.
Noah gently stroked its head with a finger, a slight smile on his face as he watched his small companion lazily settle in.
Without even glancing at the members of the Order, Noah grabbed the crystal in which he had sealed Voldemort. Calmly, he placed the crystal near Dumbledore, who remained still and defeated. Then, he snatched the Elder Wand before continuing on his way, completely ignoring the wizards around him.
The members of the Order, disarmed and still stunned, cautiously stepped aside, unsure of what to do. Noah walked calmly among them, not in a hurry, as if they were nothing more than a temporary obstacle in his path.
Without saying a word, and followed by Fenrir and Selene, Noah entered the Death Chamber, leaving behind the Order of the Phoenix, who watched in silence as he withdrew, too afraid to intervene.
Just as he did with the other rooms, Noah used a spatial folding charm to shrink the Death Chamber to the size of a cube before storing it in his 4D pocket.
With nothing else to do here, he left the Ministry of Magic as if nothing had happened.