Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Harry's mind was blank at this time, he didn't know why he was here, and then the fear of life and death suddenly came to his mind, his back was cold, and the back of his head was shivering wildly, He wanted to struggle to stand up and escape, dodging the green light, but suddenly found that his legs were no longer under his own control at this time.

because of fear.

The scar on his head was in severe pain. He had never felt such severe pain in his life. The wand slid to the ground. He covered his face with his hands, and his legs fell to the ground. He couldn't see anything in front of him. His head seemed to burst. Which direction did it shoot from.

His dark green eyes that had lost their spirits and fell into despair reflected a faint green light that symbolized the god of death, and then the light spots became bigger and bigger, getting closer and closer, until they were about to take his life.

Suddenly, an ancient tree beside Harry suddenly moved, and the thick branches suddenly pressed down, deftly bent, circled, drawn an elegant arc, and shoveled out of Harry's body with great precision. However, the pliable branches rolled him into the air, and the whole movement was done in one go, helping Harry dodge the fatal blow.

Harry was so hung, half-suspended in the air, that his pain subsided a little, and then there was some dim light, and he could see the situation on the ground.

He found that he was now in a vast cemetery, surrounded by tall and short tombstones of different styles, which seemed to be made of marble.

Hanging upside down, he looked down at the tombstone in front of him. He struggled to identify what was carved with a knife and axe: it was written with neatly himself: Tom Riddle.

It was only then that he felt that his eyesight had completely recovered.

Then he saw a man with a face that was paler than a skeleton standing not far away, with big red eyes, a nose as flat as a snake's nose, and two slits for his nostrils...

This is the man who has appeared in his sleep countless times - Voldemort.

And the man was looking at him with a grinning smile, as if the next moment, a green light would shoot out from the tip of the man's cane and shoot straight at him without hesitation, taking his life away.

"I want to calm down..." Harry told himself desperately, trying to calm down his blank brain and restore his ability to think.

"I'm not dead now, I've escaped before Voldemort." He had to let his thoughts straighten out in his mind and accept the reality.

"Who saved me?" Harry thought,

Then looking at Voldemort's eyes, the man not only scrutinized, scrutinized him, but also kept scanning the other end of the cemetery, scarlet eyes full of fear.

Harry tilted his head and glanced, a tall figure was standing quietly not far away, wearing a flowing silver wizard robe, and a silver beard on his knees dancing in the wind.

That wizard robe was Dumbledore's official attire for the Triwizard Tournament today, and Harry guessed that only Dumbledore could save him from Voldemort's men.

Because this is the only person Mystery is afraid of.

Well, Hagrid admires Dumbledore a lot, so he often says that to Harry, and everyone else always says that Hogwarts at the time was the only place to suffer from Voldemort's reign of terror, as long as Dumbledore still Now, he wouldn't dare to set foot on the Hogwarts campus.

"Dumbledore, what are you going to do now? Maybe you have a problem, you still fight me like this on the premise of ensuring the safety of this boy?" Voldemort said proudly, constantly rubbing his purple root The fir wand, as if it had the upper hand now.

Of course, this was just one of Voldemort's tricks to disturb Dumbledore's mind.

Harry took this opportunity to look at everything around him secretly, and only then did he see that there were many people with black hoods lying around around Voldemort, looking embarrassed and not showing his face.

And there was a short man without a hood, his left hand seemed to have been cut directly by a knife, exposing blood vessels, and blood kept flowing slowly from the wound along the trajectory, immersing in the nearby mud, and this short The man was also in a coma at the moment, and Harry didn't doubt the fact that the man's blood would die if he bleed any further.

Harry recognized who it was, it was Peter Pettigrew, he was very impressed with this man, he deceived himself and almost played everyone in applause, but in the end the conspiracy was revealed, and it seemed that he could only Take refuge in Voldemort's hands.

"Harry, protect yourself." Dumbledore's voice lowered and he reminded solemnly, but he didn't look back. The old voice passed through the air, along with the crows' cries in the night sky. in Harry's ears.

If Harry could see Dumbledore's face, he would have found that Dumbledore's face had long since lost the smiling expression he used to wear. Rather, it is full of vigilance and prudence.

No one can take Voldemort's hands lightly.

The old man slightly shook the wand in his hand.

Then the branches seemed to come alive and gently lowered Harry back to the ground.

The loose sand and stones under Voldemort suddenly began to condense at this time, and he was ready to attack.

In the blink of an eye, the mud and sand converged into a tall and tangible sand snake, which vividly spit out a letter, twisted its body, and arched its body, as if ready to slaughter its opponent at any time.

Voldemort knew very well the current gap in strength between the two.

Not to mention that Dumbledore was older than him and had more experience than him. If Dumbledore hadn't had the bottom line and scruples, he would have been even more disadvantaged.

Of course, this is also the point that he has always looked down on Dumbledore. In order to win, he will do anything he can to win, but this sanctimonious old guy "dare not" or "unwilling" to use those forbidden spells.

However, even if Dumbledore was in his eyes at this moment, he was already "bound" to the extreme, and he was an extremely formidable opponent.

He was only resurrected, and his body has not recovered to its full strength.

All of this is because - his expected perfect resurrection came out of the big basket.

Thinking of this, Voldemort clenched his slender and pale fingers, restrained to hide his extreme anger, but even if he was mad with anger now, he had to calm himself down and face the powerful enemy in front of him.

Useless anger will only allow yourself to make mistakes and let the enemy seize the opportunity.