Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

"Ava." He almost subconsciously wanted to give the other person a 'big bite', but the words stopped abruptly when they came to his lips.

Although the Killing Curse was not invented by Voldemort, it was the Dark Lord's signature spell that frightened countless people. If the other party were to break it in front of so many people with such a disgusting and despicable method, it would undoubtedly be a blow to his reputation.

Not only did it injure him, but it also broke his killing curse.

He doesn't want to become a stepping stone for the other party to become famous.

It seems that I understand why the other party appears here.

To become famous, yes, to become famous just like those guys who escaped from him two or three times more than ten years ago and then spread the news everywhere to attract attention.

He must not be allowed to succeed.

I, Voldemort, not only know the Killing Curse, but also many other dark magics!

I have to defeat him with perfect posture!

“It’s falling apart!”

Voldemort raised his hand and cast a spell, aiming directly at Harry Potter, quickly, fiercely and accurately.

This is a very ancient dark magic that Voldemort learned in a secret chamber when he was in school.

However, it was broken by the opponent's counter-curse.

反咒

"You went there too?"

Voldemort said this without much surprise on his face, since he could find someone else as well.

'Harry Potter' did not answer him, but kept a smile on his face, a smile that annoyed Voldemort to the core.

By the way, this spell was not left by Slytherin, but by Gryffindor.

Well, it wasn't found in Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets.

Voldemort's eyes narrowed, and he made a 'ball' motion with his hands, with black and green flashing lights blooming in his palms.

Some special spells are not all released through wands. Special gestures and special pronunciations are the key points. For example, the black spot spell that Voldemort used against Dumbledore just now is one of them, and the spell he is casting now is the same type of spell.

This is a very evil black magic, and Voldemort intends to take the other person's life.

"Poison Mist Curse"

But Dumbledore would not stand idly by and allow Voldemort to do what he wanted.

"Hurricane Curse"

Dumbledore broke Voldemort's spell almost at the same time, and the next moment the three of them attacked at the same time.

"Thunderbolt Explosion"

"Super strong armor protection"

"The Divine Edge is Shadowless"

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The three of them fought back and forth several times in a very short period of time. Although Harry Potter was at a disadvantage overall, with the assistance of Dumbledore, he was able to fight Voldemort evenly.

Voldemort's side was full of action, using all kinds of dark magic that had never been seen before. Harry Potter's attacking spells were only one, the Invisible Sharpness. But this spell was really useful, and it always seized the best opportunity when the giants of the black and white worlds were fighting, leaving several holes in Voldemort's black robes.

To an outsider who is not good at dueling or cannot see the tricks, it is almost like Harry Potter blocking Voldemort.

Another exchange of spells, Voldemort looked at the huge ball of ice that froze the Death Eaters, and then looked at Dumbledore and Harry Potter.

He was already impatient and didn't plan to continue pestering her.

"Hey hey hey"

Voldemort did not utter any harsh words, but simply swept his evil eyes over everyone present, as if he wanted to engrave everyone's faces deeply in his mind. When his last sight fell on Dumbledore, or to be more precise, when he swept across Dumbledore's hand holding the Elder Wand, a barely perceptible joy crept into his heart.

I was so focused on the battle that I didn't notice

Dumbledore wore a ring on his index finger, a familiar ring

Marvolo Gaunt's ring.

'The plan is about to succeed.'

Voldemort, who had fought the greatest white wizard of the 20th century for more than half a century, knew very well that the only weakness of the former Transfiguration Professor was the 'family' he had never had.

He cares very much about his family.

The family member that I cared about the most has died.

This was the plan that Voldemort set for Dumbledore, a trap that targeted Dumbledore's weaknesses.

'Now that you have it on, how long can you last without using it? And once you use it...

'Family, what a disgusting word.'

'This will turn into the sweetest poison in the world and push you step by step towards the abyss of death.'

'My Professor Dumbledore!'

Chapter 408 Potter Stops the Dark Lord

Voldemort thought so in his heart. He was extremely happy at this moment. Although he did not rescue any of his subordinates, he learned a very important "good news".

This news is more worth celebrating than rescuing any of my subordinates.

At this moment, a loud noise was heard not far away, followed by the sound of a "magic ladder (magic elevator)". All the passages in the Ministry of Magic opened one after another, and countless people poured into the hall.

It was already morning. It was time to clock in at the Ministry of Magic.

As "official animals", the staff of the Ministry of Magic will never be a minute early nor a second late. They will arrive at the first second of work with extreme precision.

Arriving at the Ministry of Magic almost at the same time.

Looking at the messy hall of the Ministry of Magic, people showed stunned expressions.

He looked around at a loss, his eyes involuntarily looking in the direction of Dumbledore and others.

Then they all fell on the 'bald man' opposite him.

They stared blankly at Voldemort who stood proudly.

Although most of them did not know Voldemort, his identity was self-evident since he was able to confront Dumbledore and a group of Aurors, and had terrifying magic power like the abyss.

that man

The One Who Must Not Be Named.

Mysterious man.

The Dark Lord.

Voldemort!

came back!

There was a commotion among the crowd and a feeling of fear spread.

Voldemort slowly turned around and gave everyone a chilling smile. His deep malice was not concealed at all, making people feel extremely scared from the inside out. A chill from the bottom of his heart spread throughout his body.

The next moment his hands were raised above his head.

“Hey hahahaha.”

"You are all going to die!"

Accompanied by crazy laughter, it turned into a cloud of black smoke and dissipated in front of everyone.

Apparition.

During the whole process, Harry Potter and Dumbledore just watched, without any unnecessary movements, and without even the slightest intention of stopping them, as if they were letting the other party leave.

Voldemort's departure was like pouring cold water into boiling oil, and the crowd instantly exploded.

Screaming, panic, and cursing were all mixed up.

"Calm down, don't panic."

It was Dumbledore who spoke at the critical moment. His words seemed to carry some kind of magic, which gradually quieted the originally agitated crowd. A warm current emerged in their bodies, dispelling the coldness brought by Voldemort.

People's eyes turned to Dumbledore, and the light of hope gradually rose.

It's Dumbledore!

The greatest white wizard who made Voldemort terrified more than ten years ago!

However, before Dumbledore could speak again, someone got ahead of him.

"Why didn't you keep him?! You should have been able to do that! How could you let him go?!"

Scrimgeour, who dared not say a word when Voldemort left, was the first to yell at Dumbledore after Voldemort left.

"Don't you know how serious the consequences will be if you let him go?!"

He walked towards Dumbledore angrily as if to demand an explanation from him.

Just as his hand was about to touch Dumbledore's clothes, a spell knocked him away.

He struggled to stand up, but a foot kicked him hard in the heart and knocked him to the ground again.

"Mr. Scrimgeour, in what capacity are you speaking to Professor Dumbledore?"

Dudley looked down at Scrimgeour.

Yes, Voldemort guessed very accurately. The 'Harry Potter' in front of him was Dudley in disguise.

At this moment he is still using the appearance of Harry Potter.

"Auror?"

"I'm sorry, Director Bones is very disappointed with the performance of the Aurors today."

"Much to the dismay of Minister Fudge."

"Much to Professor Dumbledore's dismay."

"I am very disappointed."

He didn't even give Scrimgeour a chance to speak, and used the word "disappointment" several times in a row, which choked the Aurors who were already furious about the director being insulted.

Their performance today really didn't work at all.

"Whose incompetence allowed Voldemort to escape? Mr. Scrimgeour, as the head of the Auror Office, you should be able to answer my question."

When everyone heard the name 'Voldemort', their hearts, which had just been calmed down, rose to their throats again.

"Are you asking me to say that all of you combined can't stop his spell? Are these the Aurors you lead? You can't use the best efforts of others to cover up your own incompetence, Mr. Scrimgeour."

All the Aurors lowered their heads at Dudley's reprimand.

Although this is true, it is hard to make them admit it in front of so many people.

Scrimgeour felt like his lungs were about to explode. It was clearly Dumbledore's fault for inaction, but Potter was confusing right and wrong, pointing at his nose and scolding him for being incompetent.

"We all saw it, Dumbledore could have"

He was interrupted again by Dudley before he could finish his words.

"What can you say? If it wasn't for saving you idiots, how could Professor Dumbledore be injured?!"

"Injured? How is that possible?!"

Scrimgeour's first reaction was disbelief.

At this time, Dudley pulled up the sleeve of Dumbledore's right hand, revealing an arm that had turned pitch black and was emitting a trace of black gas.

It's obvious. This is a curse, and it's the consequence of an evil curse.

Dudley's eyes seemed to casually sweep over the crowd. There were several officials from the Ministry of Magic in the crowd who looked at Dumbledore's blackened arm with flickering eyes, and no one knew what they were thinking. Among them were Pius Thicknesse and Corban Yaxley.

Scrimgeour was dumbfounded. He thought it was Dumbledore, but he was injured. If the Dark Lord had continued to fight, with the strength he showed,

Scrimgeour shuddered unconsciously at the thought.

"Lian Lian, you are not his match?"

At this moment his voice began to tremble, and he no longer had the courage he had when he attacked Voldemort just now.