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Chapter 317 Conquering the enemy without fighting

"Mr. Dumbledore, now is not the time to teach Harry."

Quirrell reminded, "I don't sense the aura of those people from Harry."

"Neither have I, but—" Dumbledore looked at Harry seriously, poking Harry's eyes hard, and said:

"You will never use the Killing Curse again, Harry! If you do, I will give you detention at Hogwarts!"

"No problem." Harry recalled the feel of Avada Kedavra and felt that it was still a little lacking.

However, he was not going to argue with Dumbledore here.

We will talk about everything after destroying Voldemort's Horcruxes.

Dumbledore's brows relaxed slightly. He turned around and looked at Voldemort, who had regained his youth, and said in a deep voice:

"Voldemort, I know you are here for the Horcruxes."

He looked at the dark wizard behind Voldemort again and raised his voice, "You guys!"

"The purpose of your Dark Lord's journey is to retrieve one of his magical weapons in order to restore some of his own strength."

"However, this magic weapon cannot fully restore him to his peak condition."

Dumbledore raised his wand, and powerful magic surged from him, blowing a strong wind in front of the Gaunt mansion.

The Death Eaters had to hold down their cloaks with their hands, and only a few of them showed their strange masks and didn't care about the hoods that were lifted.

Dumbledore's words obviously shook the hearts of these Death Eaters, especially Lucius Malfoy who stood among them.

Lucius could even hear whispers around him. Although he couldn't hear them clearly, he could hear the retreat in the voices.

Lucius decided to rebel temporarily, but just as he moved his feet, a creepy green light suddenly passed by him.

His raised foot froze in the air, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead and back.

"Avada Kedavra." It sounded light, as if it was the voice of a neighbor greeting.

Then, there was a "bang".

The dust kicked up by the dead Death Eaters falling to the ground began to roll up heavily.

"What are you talking about? Why don't you speak louder?" Voldemort put his hand to his ear like a radar. "I am actually a person who respects other people's opinions. If you make useful suggestions, I will adopt them."

"Sir, I think we can retreat first, and when the time is right, we can--"

"Avada Kedavra!"

A green light flashed, and the Death Eater who spoke honestly was killed instantly.

"Your opinion is invalid." Voldemort smiled at the trembling Death Eaters and said, "Do you have anything else to say?"

No Death Eater dared to speak again.

The members of the Order of the Phoenix clenched their wands, and everything seemed to have returned to the past, back to the time when they faced Voldemort's brutal rule.

At that time, this madman liked to sacrifice his own subordinates before going to war.

I didn't expect that after Voldemort returned to his youth, he would still be the same.

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and pointed his wand at Voldemort.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

Harry's voice suddenly broke the solemn atmosphere.

"Death Eaters, have you become stupid from practicing dark magic?"

Harry's voice naturally caught everyone's attention.

Voldemort threw a Killing Curse, but before it reached Harry, he was knocked away by two beams of light, one blue and one red.

The blue one came from Dumbledore, and the red one came from Harry.

"Are you anxious?" Harry held his wand horizontally and looked at Voldemort calmly. "You are already a leader, but you are still so impatient. I am really worried about your future."

"Voldemort."

Not only the members of the Order of the Phoenix, but also the Death Eaters were causing some commotion.

The name Voldemort contains magical power. Anyone who calls it will be targeted by Voldemort until the speaker dies.

Since the appearance of the Dark Lord, only Dumbledore dared to call him by his name.

And now, this Harry Potter who survived a catastrophe actually dared to say this name. From the killing curse at the beginning to the swift casting just now, the character of Harry Potter finally jumped out of the name of the one who survived a catastrophe that they knew, and became an inexplicably powerful wizard.

"Harry Potter!" Voldemort roared, the tip of his wand flashed green light, and the Killing Curse poured towards Harry like a bullet.

Dumbledore frowned and waved the Elder Wand. A translucent water curtain rose up, blocking all the incoming spells.

"Dumbledore..." Voldemort murmured the name that he hated, but his eyes looked greedily at the wand in Dumbledore's hand.

The Elder Wand, one of the three legendary Deathly Hallows, can cast all magic in the world and enhance their power.

If he had the Elder Wand, would there be anyone in the wizarding world who could stop him?

Voldemort couldn't help but begin to imagine the scene of himself using the Elder Wand to kill Dumbledore and other old guys.

"Death Eaters, you are fighting a losing battle with us. If you lose, you will go to Azkaban. Even if you escape by chance, you will be killed by Voldemort, a madman, one day."

"I am very curious, how much benefit has Voldemort given you to make you so devoted?"

"How many gold galleons are there in a month?"

"Is there not one?"

"There's nothing. What are you trying to do?"

Voldemort's thoughts were interrupted by Harry. He turned back suddenly, and after finding that his subordinates did not move at all, he nodded with satisfaction.

"Mr. Potter, you are indeed eloquent, but you underestimate——"

Harry pulled a bag from his pocket and threw it directly in the direction of the Death Eaters.

As the bag flew, the ropes opened and shining gold Galleons fell to the Death Eaters' feet like angels.

There aren't many gold galleons, but there are still ten of them under one person's feet.

Even Lucius Malfoy was dazzled by the gold Galleons, but fortunately he woke up in time.

Lucius moved a little further away from the gold Galleons without leaving a trace. He didn't want to sacrifice his life for just ten gold Galleons.

But others—

Voldemort suddenly felt that most of the breath behind him disappeared in an instant, and his handsome face swelled and twisted like a snake that swallowed a huge rat and was choked.

"Please, Mr. Voldemort, what have I underestimated?"

Harry's well-timed words were like a stick that poked the mouse choking in the snake's mouth into its stomach. Voldemort felt pain in his throat and chest and felt extremely nauseous.

Lucius also sighed secretly in his heart:

The quality of the Death Eaters who were brought in temporarily was indeed worrying. Such people must never be my teammates in the future.

Dumbledore's mouth twitched slightly.

Harry's idea is indeed good, but it is too expensive.

He roughly counted and found that at least three hundred gold galleons had been thrown out.

This is almost enough to cover the maintenance costs and teacher salaries of Hogwarts for one semester.

If this price were doubled, it would be enough to cover the school’s teaching materials costs.

The members of the Order of the Phoenix were also stunned.

They had never seen such a bloodless victory.

I originally thought that both sides were evenly matched and there would be a big battle, but now the other side only has Voldemort and five Death Eaters.

I’m afraid these people won’t be able to withstand the third round of spells fired by all members.

The image of Harry became more complete in their minds.

A wealthy strategist, or so they thought.

"Okay, very good. Mr. Potter, thank you for the moment you gave me. I will return the favor!" Voldemort roared, turned around and turned into black smoke and flew away.

Lucius and the other last loyal Death Eaters followed closely behind.

Peace returned to the old Gaunt house.

The members of the Order of the Phoenix looked at each other in bewilderment. They felt that they had not played any role and were just lining up to give Dumbledore and Harry some support.

　Death

　　
　
(End of this chapter)