Chapter 404 Voldemort who blew himself up
Seeing the figures of Dumbledore and Scamander, Voldemort's first reaction was...traitors.
He looked at Peter and asked with an angry face, "Wormtail, you really betrayed me."
"I didn't, master!" Big beads of sweat burst out of Peter's pale face, "I really didn't betray you!"
"Then why did the two of them happen to be guarding here?!" Voldemort snapped:
"There is also the potion for my resurrection. You must have tampered with it to make me look like this."
"Master, I swear... I'm going to betray you... I'm going to die... I'm going to die!"
Peter burst into tears of grievance, and he yelled at Rove and Dumbledore:
"Just say... have I betrayed?! Have I betrayed my master?"
"No betrayal." Rove smiled and said:
"You just wrote to me and said that you can provide the location of the Dark Lord, and if you catch him, you hope to make amends...Peter, the Ministry of Magic has already agreed to your request.
If you have any difficulties, you can bring them up together now. The Ministry of Magic can't solve them. Professor Dumbledore and I can help you solve them.
You can even ask Sirius to give up his job and let you be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor! "
"..."
Seeing the Dark Lord raised his wand to aim at himself, Peter suddenly remembered something, and he said in a hurried voice:
"Master, they must have re-applied for a time-turner from the Ministry of Magic...so they knew we were here in advance...it must be!"
Voldemort narrowed his eyes, there was indeed such a possibility.
Taking advantage of the Dark Lord's distraction, Peter took a step back quietly, then turned into a mouse, and sprinted towards the depths of the Forbidden Forest.
Voldemort was stunned. He was furious, raised his wand, aimed at the fleeing mouse, and shot Avada Kedavra.
When Peter was at a critical moment, he made a sharp turn and jumped to the left. After avoiding the green light, he turned abruptly to the right and continued to run wildly. He ran into the exposed roots of a big tree nearby.
Peter's operation of abandoning the Dark Lord to escape alone undoubtedly stunned the few people present.
As expected of you, Peter... You slipped away immediately when the situation was not good, no wonder you lived so long!
"Rove, are you going to chase Peter?" Dumbledore asked softly, "I'll stay and deal with Voldemort."
"No, Professor Dumbledore." Rove smiled and said, "Someone will chase after him. Peter can't run away."
Pettigrew Peter must die tonight!
The boy raised his wand and said loudly, "Call God to protect you!"
From the end of the wand, a dazzling silver sniff emerged. After running happily around Rove a few times, it plunged into the night and headed towards Hogwarts.
"Patron saint?" Dumbledore pushed the half-moon glasses and exclaimed:
"Rove, it's amazing to be able to conjure a real patron saint at your age. Did you teach yourself?"
"No." Rove grinned and roughly explained, "It was taught by Sirius in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class."
"You taught the Patronus Charm in the third grade?" Dumbledore asked in surprise, "Is the teaching progress too fast?"
"It's not bad." Rove shrugged, "Professor Snape has already taught you how to make Wolf's Potion."
"..."
Dumbledore was stunned. In just half a year, the teaching level of Hogwarts has improved to this level?
Rove, are you sure you're coming back from six months and not sixth grade? !
The two chatted about the progress of the teaching as if there was no one else around. The contemptuous attitude made Voldemort extremely angry, but his resurrection failed, and this body was definitely not their opponent.
Voldemort wanted to use Apparition to escape, but his body remained motionless. He said in a hoarse voice:
"You cast an anti-Apparition spell here?"
"Yes." Rove turned his head to look at Voldemort, with a calm and calm face, and said with a smile:
"Tom, we are here to rob you, do you think nothing will be arranged?"
"It's fine for you to be ugly, why are you still so stupid... Is this the price for becoming stronger?"
"Then I'd rather be weak!"
"Scamander, you are very smart!" Voldemort stared at Rove with his scarlet eyes, and he said coldly:
"But if you can't control your mouth, one day, you will pay the price for it."
Rove remembered that Little Tom in the diary said the same thing, the corners of his mouth curled up, mockingly said
"If you become like you, the price is really high. But before I pay the price, I will kill you first!"
"The Dark Lord is immortal!" Voldemort raised his wand and said, "Avada Kedavra!"
A green light was approaching Rove, but he dodged it by tilting his head. The boy swung his arm, and a blue and white arc stretched on his arm, piercing the night sky in an instant, and slashed towards Voldemort.
Voldemort's body was filled with electricity, and for a moment he seemed to be encased in a thunderball.
The Dark Lord swung his wand, and Lightning turned into a viper and swam down from him, hissing viciously.
Dumbledore waved his wand, and a curse fell on the black snake, which exploded instantly, and the air wave swept towards Voldemort, but was blocked by the flying boulder.
Dumbledore and Voldemort raised their wands at the same time, and a confronting red beam of light appeared between them.
After only a moment of confrontation, Voldemort felt powerless, and his arms began to tremble violently.
This failed resurrection body made it impossible for him to exert too much power... Damn Wormtail!
Rove took the opportunity to sneak attack, he raised his arm, the tree roots protruded from the ground like ropes, wrapped around Voldemort's ankles, grabbed him and smashed towards the ground.
Voldemort, who was like a dwarf, hit the ground, almost vomited bile, and his body bent involuntarily.
Rove didn't give up, he took a deep breath, his stomach was swollen, and a lot of air gathered in his stomach.
This is the ability from the airwing bird. After Rove healed its black magic injury, he got this magic.
Rove opened his mouth, and in the direction of Voldemort, exhaled a fresh breath with mint flavor:
"The wind whirls suddenly!"
There was a loud bang, and the strong wind spurted out. Voldemort was blown away by the strong wind, hit the tree hard, and lay limp on the ground, with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.
Voldemort even had the intention of committing suicide at this time. It was the first time in his life that he was in such a mess!
Voldemort struggled to his feet, his hands resting on his knees, streaks of blood appeared on his cheeks, and his thick, long red hair fell to the ground.
He didn't wipe the wound at all, but said with a ferocious face, "You guys want to kill me too?!"
The Dark Lord raised his wand and pointed it at himself suddenly. The blood on his face no longer oozed slowly, but spewed out like running water. It was no longer scarlet, but a shocking jet black.
Voldemort twisted his face like a beast, his eyes were bleeding, and he was full of light, roaring:
"To die together!"
He exploded instantly, and the violent air wave swept towards Dumbledore and Rove.
A dazzling white light, like a shooting star, cut through the night and illuminated half of the sky.
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