Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

"Tom Riddle, Voldemort, the Dark Lord over death, the only descendant of Salazar Slytherin"

"We have generously given you a second life, but before you celebrate your new life and freedom, you have to play a little game with us."

"Soon, you will wake up in a mansion of one of your subordinates and experience a round of hunting that you have been absent for more than ten years. You can choose to kill the hunter or... be killed."

"Then, now please raise your head and look forward, try to find a more comfortable position to meet the sleep."

"Stunned! Stunned! Stunned! Stunned! Stunned!"

The dazzling red magic spell shot from all directions.

After the strong impact, it was followed by endless darkness.

He seems to be a poor fly trapped in a blood-colored spider web, unable to struggle, letting the black hands hidden in the dark play tricks.

damn

What exactly is going on? !

Voldemort rolled on the ground in an embarrassed manner, dodging once again the fiery whip like a tarsus.

In his impression, the existence of Horcrux should be an absolutely secret thing.

Even the most loyal Death Eaters are only qualified to keep them, but he has never told anyone about the Horcrux and the Soul Divided.

As things stand now, however, some very bad things have quietly appeared in this decade, and have evolved into a terrible shadow that obscures the sky and haunts the dark.

His proud victory over death was suffering the most vile and vicious trampling of those mysterious wizards and even used his resurrection as a chess piece and a puppet, thrown before Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic as a consumable prop in a beast-fighting show , and what's even worse is that he still doesn't know what role he is and why he came back to life.

Everything, all based on his success in escaping this ridiculous "game" or defeating Albus Dumbledore.

Voldemort swung his wand vigorously, his voice roaring viciously.

"Go to hell, Dumbledore! Arvada eats the melon"

As a qualified wizard, in theory, he can even use a random branch as a wand to cast spells.

However, compared to those items without any magical processing, wands made by modern wand technology are obviously much stronger in terms of stability and power.

Even though the black walnut wand in his hand bound most of his magical powers, it was still a real wand.

"Gouging out the bone! The fire is raging! Arvada eats the big melon!!"

With the help of spells and spellcasting gestures, Voldemort could still unleash his magic accurately and completely, which was his last hope.

Voldemort seemed to have returned to his Hogwarts days, meticulously repeating the ways he had long since abandoned, struggling to deal with the professor.

The only difference is that in this special "confrontation with the hall", the price of failure is not just embarrassment or deduction of points, but he will face death and even something more terrifying than death.

"Dumbledore, you stupid old thing, you don't even know what you're doing!"

Voldemort's wand was held high above his head, and the surrounding windows seemed to have been destroyed by an explosion, turning into pieces of fine shards of glass.

Immediately afterwards, all the finely broken glass residues floated up under the magic vortex, like sharp daggers shaking straight ahead.

"You want me to be captured? The Aurors are on their way? Then you try it Albus Dumbledore, I don't believe you are not afraid of losing both!"

Voldemort's pale and ferocious snake face shrank quickly, his red eyes glowed with terrifying light, and his hands held a wand as if holding a dagger and pointed in the direction of Dumbledore.

buzzing, buzzing

Accompanied by the sound of countless broken glass colliding, those window glass fragments trembled violently.

The next moment, the dazzling and sharp glass shards roared towards the two old wizards at the door like a school of fish chasing the ocean current.

In Voldemort's memory, Dumbledore may have occasionally been mad and out of the ordinary, but the teacher he feared the most never lied.

It is not surprising that, as Albus Dumbledore, there is no one in this world who is worthy of his lies. Even if it is him, Dumbledore does not bother to deceive with lies.

So there was definitely an "Impersonate Voldemort" hacking the Ministry last night. If he guessed correctly, the guys disguised as him and the Death Eaters, the "mysterious" spies who told Dumbledore and the others to come here to intercept him, and even forcibly resurrected the **** who dragged him into the "Colosseum" Game designers, most likely are different masks of the same group of people.

This is an extremely clumsy trap, just want his life, or Dumbledore's life...

And the most important thing is that he still doesn't know what happened "outside".

"When you really catch me, you'll understand that you're being tricked"

Voldemort said viciously, and while Dumbledore was dealing with those glass tides, he fired another Killing Curse at Dumbledore.

However, he still failed to penetrate the flying carpet as before, and the old wizard standing behind Dumbledore resisted all spells like a faithful servant.

At the same time, Dumbledore seemed to have finally lost his patience, and he waved his wand from top to bottom, chanting a curse softly in his mouth.

Although I don't know what kind of spell it was, the power of the spell was obviously far greater than that of the powerful golden-red flame whip before. There was a suppressed sound like a blunt cutting in the air, and Voldemort's pupils shrank suddenly. The words in his mouth turned directly into the protective spell he was most proficient in, "Guardian of the Silver Shield!" Voldemort screamed.

In the air in front of him, out of thin air appeared a shining silver shield with a delicate relief engraved on it surrounded by two snakes.

Dumbledore's spell didn't have any splendor, and it didn't look like it had caused any damage on the silver shield.

However, the next second, the silver shield suddenly made a low gong-like vibrato, and in that strange and creepy vibrato, the silver shield began to flicker on and off.

"Don't you want my life, Dumbledore?" Voldemort exclaimed, squinting blood-red eyes on the silver shield. "Don't you always disdain doing such cruelty? Huh?"

"We all know there are many ways to destroy a person, Tom."

Dumbledore said calmly, walking slowly in the direction of Voldemort, as if it were just a routine lesson in class.

"I admit that just taking your life won't satisfy me... I've made a lot of mistakes and I always thought time would allow me to find a better way.

"It is very sad that the reality tells me that time is not on my side and that I have to stop you before you cause a bigger and more terrible disaster. If death is okay, then I don't mind adopting it. But In my opinion, if this is going to end, maybe we need to have a serious talk and talk about something worse than death."

"There is nothing worse than death, Dumbledore!"

said Voldemort fiercely, his blood red eyes fixed on Dumbledore.

He stopped casting spells, and after the few rounds of confrontation just now, he knew very well that he was far from Dumbledore's opponent.

Maybe with the help of a powerful and handy wand, he still has a chance to fight against it, but now this kind of duel that binds his hands has no chance of winning.

"Oh, you're wrong about that."

Dumbledore said he stopped about three meters away from Voldemort, speaking in a relaxed and casual tone, as if they were chatting.

"Yes, all the time, your greatest weakness is not understanding that some things are worse than death"

"You are the one who doesn't understand anything! Dumbledore, you have been deceived!"

Voldemort began to slowly retreat towards the back wall, and the wand in his hand began to wave again, and green lights shot out.

The two cut dining tables were twisted and deformed, as if burning oak guards appeared in front of Dumbledore in time, easily separating the feeble Killing Curses.

Dumbledore casually retracted his wand and walked forward, guarded by the two oak guards.

"In the more than half a century since I returned to Hogwarts Castle, one of the few times I've been deceived has been you, Tom..."

The old man is full of powerful energy that makes it difficult to look directly. Through the half-moon glasses on the twisted nose bridge, the blue eyes stare at the man in front of him with a complicated expression~www.wuxiaspot.com~ secretly kills innocent people and disrupts the political situation in the non-magical world , conspiracy to subvert the magic society and economy, bewitch the werewolves of most of Europe, raid more than a dozen Ministry of Magic overnight..."

"In your ten years of suspended animation, how many crazy things have you done?! However, no matter what plans you have in the future, even if I try my best today, I will completely kill your ambitions here. ! Tom, you are so out of line this time! You may be able to resurrect countless times, but as long as I am alive, I will never let you succeed!"

"… uh. Huh? Um"

Voldemort's vicious and sinister eyes flashed with confusion, and those tit-for-tat vicious words suddenly blocked his throat.

What is this old guy talking about?

Aside from murdering him, do those other things sound outrageous?

"Wait, wait, Dumbledore, what you just said about me"

boom!

A beam of crimson light flew across Voldemort's cheeks and landed on the wall behind him, blasting an incomparably huge hole.

At the same time, an old, gloomy voice that seemed to contain countless anger and hatred sounded not far away.

"Mr. Dumbledore, if you can't do it, let me do it"

Voldemort looked up and saw that the old wizard who had entered the room with Dumbledore was staring at him.

Although compared to Dumbledore, the strength of this old wizard seems to be slightly inferior, but if this guy also joins the battle, it may be difficult for him to persevere. As for the angry and desperate eyes of the old man, Voldemort is a little bit more It doesn't feel unfamiliar.

He had tasted too much of this delightful, powerless rage when he ravaged the British wizarding world decades ago.

Great!