Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Thinking of this, Voldemort's pale finger, which was not holding his wand, immediately formed a fist, and the fingertips began to rub together, making an unbearable noise, and then glancing at Peter Pettigrew, who was still in pain under his feet.

He made up his mind that those who sabotaged his plans would receive the most horrific punishment.

But this time there was no time for Voldemort to think about these things after the fall.

Dumbledore strikes!

After the tall and thin old man escaped a life-threatening spell, he raised his wand and pointed at Voldemort. At this time, Voldemort immediately took advantage of the unique environment of the surrounding cemetery to condense a wall of earth in front of him to resist Deng Bridor's curse.

But Dumbledore wasn't targeting him, it was the Death Eaters.

Several Death Eaters who were close to the ancient tree were hit by the branches of the tree that suddenly stretched out, knocking them unconscious.

As for the rest of the Death Eaters who were close to the stele, they were bound together without resistance by several invisible ropes, lost their balance and fell to the ground, struggling weakly back to back.

"Oh? Get rid of the people who are in your way. Very good. I can't wait to fight with you. I don't know if you have aged a lot in the past ten years, and the fear of death is closer to you, isn't it?" Voldemort sneered. Said, opening his white teeth, as if trying to influence Dumbledore's fighting spirit through this.

The irony is that the people he called family members just now are now called people who get in the way.

"Tom, I thought you would learn to repent and think in the ten years you lost your power, but it seems that I am naive, and you mentioned death, which may be a little late, but I still want to tell you that death Just the beginning of another great adventure..."

"Confession?" Voldemort sneered, "Voldemort will fail temporarily, lose his body because of a lucky boy, and become lingering, but he will not learn any hypocritical kindness because of it. In those days in the Albanian forest, I only know what the strong eats of the weak, teacher." Voldemort called Dumbledore teacher for the first time, but it sounded harsh anyway.

"Also, a great adventure? Then I want to take you on this great adventure today, teacher." Voldemort said gloomily, the earth wall in front of him immediately began to deform and stretch, and then condensed into the appearance of a big snake , spit out the letter child hideously.

Voldemort tilted his head at this time, and the sand snake also swayed and tilted his body, looking very vivid.

And Nagini, who was still around him just now, has disappeared at this time.

Voldemort's pale, slender hand raised his wand and swung it upwards, and the sand snake began to soar toward Dumbledore, as if to bite and devour him.

Dumbledore's wand was raised high without haste, and he muttered words, and then the surrounding air seemed to suddenly start to moisten, and it began to reveal a refreshing coolness.

The action of this sand snake suddenly slowed down, and its quick movements were interrupted instantly, as if there was a pair of hands in the middle, slowing its life.

Voldemort shouted, and a few thin flaming snakes suddenly swarmed around the sand snake, and then swam around the sand snake, making a "呲呲" sound, moist At this time, the water droplets began to continuously escape from the sand snake's body in the form of water vapor.

Its movements began to return to a state of swiftness.

Dumbledore immediately drew back his wand and waved it like a whip. A long thin flame emerged from the tip of the staff, and then turned into a phoenix bathed in flames, with a light whistle resounding through the sky, and charged directly towards the sand snake.

Those little snakes made of flames were swallowed up by the phoenix in an instant, and the size of the phoenix became larger and larger. Under the high temperature, the sand snake quickly solidified into a fragile stone.

"Break to pieces!" A light smashing spell was shot from between Dumbledore's staff, and the sand snake, which was still powerful just now, began to crack with a loud noise, and then returned to the surface.

The phoenix flew through the sand snake, soaring in the air, and charged towards Voldemort on the ground.

Voldemort suddenly disappeared in place, and then suddenly appeared on top of another tombstone, and then a lot of soil thorns suddenly appeared on the ground in front of him, as if to burrow out of the ground to construct a cage and put him in a cage. Locked in it, Voldemort had to move again.

His heart was beating uneasily and fearfully, and the resistance of the left and right sides made him angry when he left.

It was the first time he felt his incompetence. The old man dismissed his offensive lightly. What was even more shameful was that he was forced to retreat.

If it goes on like this, is he going to capture this old man without his hands?

No, Voldemort did not accept this ending, and he regained his body. He wanted to go further on the road to eternal life. How could he be ended by this hateful old man?

But the status quo had to make him bow his head, and Voldemort's support became more and more difficult. Every time he shifted and appeared, it seemed that Dumbledore expected it. The old man blocked his escape route with ease and let him Appears to be exhausted and utterly embarrassed.

For a while, the silent tombstone would rise from the ground and become tall and insurmountable, and for a while, the sand and sand under his feet would turn into a tough and bound chain, trying to grab his feet.

All of his nearby things seemed to have become Dumbledore's assistants at this moment, and he tried to deform it to fight back, but it became more and more powerless, and he could only continue to parry by Apparition.

Just when Voldemort's mood became more and more depressed, he suddenly felt a wave of fluctuations not far away.

Voldemort sideways dodged the attack of a sand hand, his deep eyes glanced at the old man not far away, and saw Dumbledore's brow wrinkle, suddenly, Voldemort realized that this would be a rare opportunity.

Even if he didn't know the reason for the fluctuations, as long as Dumbledore was distracted, it was in his best interest.

Then he saw a body suddenly kneeling on the edge of the cemetery, as if it had appeared out of thin air. The man couldn't hold his balance, and he rolled a few times on the ground, lying on the ground in a state of embarrassment.

"Harry Potter!" Voldemort showed an extremely ferocious and excited smile, and no longer cared about the tombstones and sand that continued to attack him.

Because he knew that his chance had come.

"Avada Suffering!" A strange green light spewed from the tip of his yew wand and flew straight to the boy who was still ignorant of everything.