Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Tom, you still haven't figured out which way to go," Dumbledore said slowly.

"Wasting lips and tongue." Voldemort gave Dumbledore a mocking look, and the wand in his hand waved wildly, not against Dumbledore, but Harry Potter, who is still dizzy and doesn't know what happened. special.

"Look, hypocrisy, you have to accept the drag of this oil bottle, without him, our battle would have ended long ago, I will be caught by you, and you will get me to the Ministry of Magic as you wish, yes I will judge."

"But now, you have to protect this useless boy who is even holding you back." Voldemort laughed wildly.

"If you understood the meaning and power of sacrifice, you probably wouldn't have said that, and you wouldn't have survived the ten years when this person was not as good as a ghost." Dumbledore said coldly.

This hit Voldemort in the sore foot, and his laughter came to an abrupt end.

At the same time, he saw that his own death curse had been avoided by Harry without exception. The flexible and nimble branch flung Harry briskly, and another tree caught him, but the body of the tree was hit in an instant. It was riddled with holes, but Harry himself was unscathed.

This made it difficult for Voldemort's already pale face to find a trace of blood.

When this is just a disguised appearance, he numbs the opponent's behavior.

With a tenacious mind, of course he will not be discouraged by the temporary disadvantage in the battle, and his desire to survive is stronger than imagined.

A tree behind Dumbledore suddenly began to desert, and suddenly turned into a sand snake, leaping over without any hesitation, just pounced behind Dumbledore.

"Professor Dumbledore, be careful behind you!" Harry shouted, the wand he was holding tightly in his hand just now had nowhere to go, and he could only stare weakly at Dumbledore's defenseless back Being attacked, the only thing you can do is to sound a warning.

The sand snake bit off Dumbledore's head neatly, and then chewed it in a humane and confused manner, only to find that the material was so similar to his own body structure.

This is a fake, the sand snake without IQ can't realize it, but of course the master who manipulates him won't.

At this moment, Dumbledore, who was only a part of his body, turned into a mess of loose sand and scattered all around, and then the old man suddenly appeared from behind a tall cross in Harry's surprised cry.

Voldemort didn't seem disappointed either.

If such a simple sneak attack can work, this old man will not be the only person he is afraid of.

Staring at Dumbledore next to the cross, Voldemort began to analyze the current situation at this time.

His strength is now far below the peak period, and compared to this, this annoying old man has a deeper understanding of magic.

For more than ten years, the old man seemed to have never let up.

This made Voldemort feel a touch of fear.

However, today's duel is not based on human strength. If Dumbledore's series of blockade restrictions just now made him embarrassed, then all the advantages are after the arrival of Harry Potter. It fell apart.

Even if his strength declines, under such circumstances, Dumbledore will inevitably be unable to devote himself to the battle.

And what about these not-so-loyal Death Eaters?

There is no need to ignore it, they may just need some punishment, let them be locked in Azkaban, feel the despair brought by the Dementors, let them miss Voldemort.

Voldemort, who was not well-informed, did not know that when he was designing his own comeback, the reliable ally he had best recruited was no longer loyal to the Ministry of Magic, and no longer serving as Azkaban's guard.

Then, he felt that there was good news, that maybe there was no one who betrayed, or that the one who sold the news to Dumbledore didn't know more.

If this old man knew everything, he would have stayed here early, and then struck down the enemy when he was the weakest, um... There will be a large number of Aurors following him, even if the Ministry of Magic does not believe that Dumbledore is imaginative. In other words, the old man can still raise the banner and gather a lot of people.

but! So far, Dumbledore and his battle are still alone, and the old lady is not there, nor is the dueling dwarf.

Those two wizards are still recognized by Voldemort as beings of strength. If he is fighting with Dumbledore, if a wizard of this level interferes with him, he will definitely be at a disadvantage.

"Bella, Dolohov." I'll get you guys out soon. Voldemort misses his loyal subordinates more and more, who are strong, effective, loyal, and fanatical worship of himself.

The plan to attack Azkaban was something he had planned for a long time, and once he regained his power, he would expand his power.

Voldemort continued to think.

The arrival of this so-called savior confirmed his speculation.

He didn't believe that Dumbledore would make such a low-level mistake, and when he knew everything, he let the savior come here and became his own stumbling block and dragged the oil bottle.

There was only one explanation. The information he got was inaccurate, which led to his missteps.

"Harry, pay attention to your surroundings." Dumbledore said in a deep voice.

Only then did Harry realize that the tree trunks around him had turned into snake heads, attacking his neck.

He had already returned to the ground at this time, and had retrieved his wand from the mud, barely regaining some self-protection ability.

"There are many obstacles!" Harry said, holding his wand at the fast-moving snakeheads, shivering forcibly.

The snake head stopped.

Gouging out the bone!

Voldemort gave a strange smile, as if the sneak attack was about to succeed.

He decided to keep attacking the boy, and then forced Dumbledore to protect him.

Well... he even gave up the death curse at this time.

If he still wanted to escape from Dumbledore's oppression now, a living Potter would be more useful than a dead Potter.

The former could distract Dumbledore, while the latter would plunge the old man into rage and madness, perhaps even more difficult to deal with.

Harry Potter could be killed later, but every life of Voldemort was precious.

Before Dumbledore could cast the spell, the boy started to move.

"Armor!" Harry hurriedly raised his wand and chanted towards the vicious spell.

This is one of the special training Hermione gave him before the game.

An amazing thing happened, the influence of the two magics suddenly melted in the air, as if it had never appeared before.

Immediately afterwards, two thin golden beams sprayed out from the tips of their respective sticks.