A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Remember for a second【】

Strong emotions cross the space and use each other's hearts as a bond to descend on the fierce battlefield.

The murderous Voldemort waved his wand—

"boom!"

There was a loud, echoing crack from his serpent stick, followed by a flood of black gas gushing out of his body. . .

"Harry Potter!?"

Voldemort cried out in disbelief, he was pretty sure he heard the boy's voice, not a hallucination. He looked around at the smoke and dust that had not yet dissipated, as if a person would suddenly jump out of it.

But this is never possible. Before the official duel, he placed vigilance spells throughout the valley.

Voldemort suddenly disappeared and appeared on the edge of the battlefield. The boiling dark magic in him seemed to escape uncontrollably. As soon as he left the body, they betrayed their master and turned into dense maggots, attached to Voldemort's robe, Hands, face... to swallow him up.

But Voldemort didn't care, the dreaded magical flashback was nothing to him. "Come out, Harry Potter!" Sneaky figure.

He suddenly realized, and then he was so furious that he could not wait to rush into Hogwarts Castle immediately and tear Harry to shreds, who had repeatedly tried to ruin his plans.

But he finally drove Dumbledore to a dead end, how could he just give up? What's more, his Horcrux is still in Dumbledore's hands! Therefore, he could only suppress his resentment and unwillingness and try to drive Harry Potter out of his mind.

But he soon realized that this was not an easy task. The boy on the opposite side was like a brown candy, refusing to leave.

For a time, the good situation seemed to be reversed, and he was caught in a triple crisis at the same time - Harry Potter deep into his mind and thoughts; escaped out of control magic turned into maggots; and the greatest threat Dumbledore - Voldemort Annoyed at himself for wasting a great opportunity, his hatred for Harry deepened.

But there was something unsettling in his heart, that prophecy... the prophecy that he had never had the chance to see in full... The man with the power to defeat the Dark Lord was approaching...

Why is he! ?

Intense anger surged into his heart, and the flames burned. Voldemort's black robe swelled, and the maggots attached to it fell to the ground and turned into pitch-black magic again.

He opened his mouth and took a breath, and the magic came back again.

Then he quickly laid out a few lines of defense in his mind, barely isolating Harry Potter's influence on him-if he was given time, he could easily drive the enemy out, but he couldn't divide his excess energy now, only Can passively defend;

Two troubles resolved, he stared at the clearing dust, the looming figure of Dumbledore showing him standing. Voldemort didn't care, the previous battle had shown that Old Dumbledore was no longer his opponent.

It's just that it's not clear whether it's an illusion, Dumbledore's silhouette seems to be taller.

Did he step on a rock?

"Zheng!"

A chilling vibrato echoed in the valley.

As if provoked by some kind of provocation, a noisy "hiss" sounded - this was some kind of advanced magic arranged by Voldemort with his snake-wood staff. The ubiquitous sound of snakes is like a curse, and it will be attached to Dumbledore if you are not careful.

But now this magic is broken, at least half of it is broken, and the two voices complement each other, and no one can overwhelm the other.

"Is this your trump card, Dumbledore—" said Voldemort, grinning. "Do you know what just happened? I've got a guest for our duel, and he's come in on his own as a witness. Man...he will witness how you fall, and then, with great pleasure...repay him for the 'surprise' he brought me."

"Really, Tom? I don't think it's too much trouble~www.readwn.com~ I'll thank him personally," said Dumbledore.

Voldemort squinted his snake-like eyes, and his pupils were slit-like scarlet eyes staring at the opposite side. He said in a high, sinister voice, "You're still so tough, Dumbledore, when I stomped you under my feet, I, I—"

He sucked in a breath of cold air, and the words were in his throat, as if someone suddenly strangled his neck.

The smoke completely dissipated.

Dumbledore looked completely different.

He used to be tall and lanky, with a slightly bent waist, but now his back is straight; the gray beard long enough to be tucked into a belt fell off most of it, and right before Voldemort's eyes, the last long beard fell off, and then a fine red beard fell off. The brown stubble emerged from the smooth chin, grew wildly, and in the blink of an eye turned into a full beard, exactly the same color as his hair at the moment.

The deep wrinkles on the corners of the eyes and forehead were quickly smoothed out, the slightly shriveled cheeks became plump, and the nose, which had been broken at least twice, seemed to be completely uninjured, and became straight and straight. Dumbledore stretched out his slender and powerful fingers, and the Elder Wand trembled excitedly in his hand, and it was the whistle that had just confronted the Serpent Wood Wand.

Anyone who sees this wand will not doubt its extraordinaryness. The magic power wrapped around it is terrifying. It is definitely a powerful wand that is not inferior to the snake-wood wand held in Voldemort's hands. But Voldemort stingy didn't give any attention, all his attention was on the face that belonged to the middle-aged man.

"Dumbledore?" Voldemort asked sternly.

"Excuse me... the change is a bit big, but it's really me."

Dumbledore turned his wrist lightly, the Elder Wand eagerly giving

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