Chapter 310 Tom Riddle and Dumbledore

Chapter 310 Tom Riddle and Dumbledore

Dumbledore?

This name seemed to carry infinite magic power. The Death Eaters panicked visibly, and some of them could not help but quietly walked out.

It seemed that they even wanted to Apparate away immediately.

Bellatrix turned around, playing with her wand and staring at them fiercely. Her cold eyes were like looking at a pig to be slaughtered, which made people shudder. Only then did the Death Eaters who were originally ready to move calm down again.

Not only them, Harry felt that the night seemed to have suddenly turned into day, and the sun came out!

In this mood, Harry performed bravely. Even in the face of siege, he still knocked down two people while protecting Petunia and Dudley. Only then was he disarmed by Bella and tied to the pillar again.

Learning from the last lesson, this time Harry's wand was placed far away on the communion table by Bella. In addition to the binding spell, the petrification spell was also added.

But even so, after being tortured and with bruised eyes and nose, Harry's heart was still full of hope.

Because of Dumbledore, because he came!

"Tom, we meet again"

Dumbledore said calmly. In front of him, a black smoke fell from the sky, and the diffused black air merged and condensed, revealing the figure of Tom Riddle.

The two faced each other from a distance, and did not immediately break out into a shocking battle, but just stared at each other with scrutiny.

One guessed whether the other was too old to lift the wand, and the other wondered how bad the enemy's brain was.

After a stalemate for a while, Dumbledore finally spoke:

"To be honest, I'm a little surprised."

Dumbledore stood there motionless, as if Voldemort was an insignificant little person.

"What are you surprised about? Dumbledore, are you surprised that the great Voldemort has made a comeback again? Surprised that he has defeated death again?"

Voldemort laughed coldly, opened his hands, and enjoyed the sunshine.

"Unfortunately, it's not Tom." Dumbledore's voice was very light, with a hint of doubt: "I thought that after the past few battles, you would no longer take the initiative to appear in front of me."

Voldemort's laughter stopped abruptly. This trace of doubt made Voldemort feel greatly humiliated. There was resentment and unwillingness on his face. His scarlet eyes were full of resentment, and his voice was as cold as ice:

"Dumbledore, I am never afraid of anyone!"

Although he said so, Voldemort couldn't help but think of the past battles.

That was not a pleasant memory, especially the first formal battle. He felt that he had surpassed Dumbledore, although he was less than fifty years old at the time.

Dumbledore's power was like endless, no matter how hard he studied black magic and improved his power.

But facing Dumbledore, he still lost cleanly.

Dumbledore plus the Elder Wand played a role far beyond 1+1＞2.

But soon, Voldemort showed a sinister and smug smile again. He was not here to fight Dumbledore. Although he felt that he could not escape a battle, he wanted to know more about Dumbledore's answer to his question.

What kind of answer would this old man give?

Voldemort laughed excitedly, even a little impatient. He walked back and forth in front of Dumbledore, as if telling a little secret:

"Dumbledore, although your reaction is so fast that it surprises me, this time is different, completely different. Let's play a game!"

He waved his huge black sleeves, and the wind swept past. A small circus tent made of soil appeared on his left.

Voldemort looked at Dumbledore with ill intentions, like a poisonous snake:

"Here, I invite all the little wizards who go to Hogsmeade to be my guests————"

Then he pointed to the church standing in the distance, and his expression became more and more excited:

"And over there, Mr. Potter and his aunt and brother are enjoying the warm hospitality there——"

Voldemort licked his lips:

"Choose one, Dumbledore, which one will you choose? Those innocent little wizards, or the Potter family?

You can only choose one. If you save one, the other will die!"

Yes, this is why Voldemort did not take action, and why he dared to take the initiative to appear in front of Dumbledore.

He was eager to see Dumbledore crying and blaming himself for only being able to save one person.

No, no, no, I know this old man, he is hypocritical and always preaches love and equality——

But as long as I can see Dumbledore's regret and pain, that's enough!

Dumbledore paused for a moment. He was still calm, but his blue eyes were like the calm before the storm.

"Tom." Dumbledore suddenly said softly, "This is not like your style. Did your Death Eaters give you the idea?"

Voldemort suddenly felt annoyed. That's it. It's always like this. This old man is always so calm, without any extra emotions.

But this old man is ridiculously strong. If it weren't for fear of Dumbledore, Voldemort would not have sent Snape to be his insider.

"There won't be much time, Dumbledore." Voldemort did not answer his question, but waved his wand to create a delicate hourglass, which floated in front of the two.

The sand in the hourglass slowly slid down. Judging from the size of the hourglass, it was only about ten minutes.

"If you still don't make a choice before the hourglass runs out, Dumbledore, then both of you will die!"

Voldemort stepped away and conjured up a comfortable armchair that looked exactly like the one in the church.

Although he sat on it for only a moment, it was the first chair that Lord Voldemort sat on after his rebirth.

It was still very meaningful. At this time, a huge cloud of mist happened to float over.

It blocked the light from Voldemort's side, and the shadow projected was like the night falling, and a dividing line between light and darkness stood in front of the two of them.

Dumbledore took out a shiny silver case pocket watch, which popped open with a 'ding' sound, revealing a crystal dial and a photo pasted on the lid of the box.

A little Arianna was nodding gently at herself in the photo.

Dumbledore put away his pocket watch, relaxed a little, and then looked at the small hourglass again.

Ten minutes?

It should be enough.

"So the current situation is what I just said. This is the news sent back by the main body. The little wizard and Harry's family must choose one."

The young version of Dumbledore quickly recounted what happened. Time is limited. If ten minutes have passed and one party has not been successfully rescued, then Dumbledore will have to take the risk.

"There is no doubt that this is a very thorny problem. Such a vicious plan, I don't think it is the work of Voldemort."

The young version of Dumbledore paused and continued:

"This is not to praise Tom, but based on my understanding of him, Tom should be disdainful of using the little wizard as a bargaining chip.

Because his ideal is to rule the entire wizarding world. If he kills the little wizard casually, who will he rule in the future?"

Aberforth was like a irritable goat, walking around the dirty bar front desk with his hands behind his back. He heard his brother's words, sneered, and said sarcastically:

" Ha! Then we still have to hope that the great Dark Lord will show mercy? We can't gamble, what if he really kills the little wizard?

No matter which side, we can't afford the loss! "

"Of course, Aberforth, we certainly can't accept this outcome, so I have an idea."

The young version of Dumbledore cast his eyes on Zhang Xiao:

"Zhang, you said that the little wizards were taken away, but there are not many Death Eaters over there, right?"

Zhang Xiao nodded. At that time, he was really powerless. The effect of the super life and death water can only be described as overbearing.

If it weren't for his quick reaction, he would have held his breath when he smelled the smell. If he took one or two more breaths, Zhang Xiao estimated that he would have fallen down.

"So we split into two groups. Zhang, you notify Black and ask him to find a way to notify other members of the Order of the Phoenix and rush to where Harry is.

Tom was resurrected there, so the number of Death Eaters gathered in the church must be the largest."

Dumbledore arranged the action in an orderly manner, and he looked at Aberforth again:

"Aberforth, I want you to help notify Minerva. I think the professors at Hogwarts should be able to easily deal with the Death Eaters who kidnapped the little wizard."

Dumbledore smiled lightly: "As for me - I promise you that Voldemort will not be able to get away until the little wizard and Harry are safe!"

This is a best of both worlds plan that anyone can think of, but the key to the problem is how to find the little wizard and how to hold Voldemort back.

Dumbledore said that Voldemort could be held back, and Zhang Xiao had no doubts, but what about the little wizard? If he was thrown into a space like Newt's box where the traceless extension spell was cast, it would be really hard to find him.

"Principal, where are the little wizards?" Zhang Xiao didn't hold back his questions, and this was not the time to hold back questions.

"Oh - Zhang, I also made some small, insignificant preparations for the little wizards to go to Hogsmeade."

Dumbledore smiled easily and made a gesture that was enough to anger the Koreans:

"Hogsmeade prohibits portkeys and floo powder. Apparition can only enter, not leave, and flying is prohibited.

All entrances and exits are guarded"

"Floo powder? But Harry -"

Zhang Xiao's question was halfway through when he realized that the sleeping little wizard had to pack up a box with Newt's box, which was a prop that defied the heavens.

It seems that it is indeed impossible to use the Imperius Curse in a coma. The Imperius Curse must be awake, right?

He immediately changed his statement:

"So the little wizard should still be in Hogsmeade?"

Dumbledore nodded: "He should be, but I'm not sure, but Severus has good experience in tracking, I think he should be able to find it.

Zhang, time is running out, I need someone to go to Harry's location and give the members of the Order of the Phoenix a mark so that they can Apparate over.

Sorry, this should be something I should do, but I can't do it now, and I can't do it. The difference between Tom and me is not that big, or it's very small."

Dumbledore didn't let Zhang Xiao go directly, but explained the current situation very clearly and let him choose.

If he puts this mark, he can only put it not far away. To put it bluntly, when he and Voldemort really fight, whoever comes will die.

Unless the old man Nurmengard returns to his prime, or Nicolas Flamel is 550 years younger.

Zhang Xiao certainly understood the difficulty and just nodded:

"I know."

Dumbledore in the portrait also nodded. Sometimes there is no need to say more. Aberforth looked at the frame, then at Zhang Xiao, and said in a rough voice:

"Kid, it's not shameful to be afraid. Who hasn't been afraid? I-"

"No, Aberforth, you know Hogsmeade better."

Aberforth muttered something, but it didn't feel like a good thing.

Yes, this time it was indeed very dangerous. This was a melee. It was normal for anyone to die in the melee, so Dumbledore didn't say it clearly, but just put the choice in front of Zhang Xiao himself.

In fact, Dumbledore's question didn't make any sense to Zhang Xiao at all.

Because he is Zhang Xiao, he has never changed.

"Professor, teach Tom a lesson - just like you scared me."

After going to Diagon Alley through the uncontrolled fireplace, Zhang Xiao closed his eyes and compared the direction obtained by "seeking the scent and asking for directions" with his own location.

After finding the direction, he took out the silver "Horadic Cube", and with the deformed light, Zhang Xiao's body also floated lightly.

Two silver and strange things slowly moved to the position under his feet.

The modified micro-turbojet shook slightly. In fact, the flying broom is a better choice, but the broom is not suitable for fighting, and his own skills are not top-notch.

He cast another illusion spell on himself, and Zhang Xiao aimed at the direction. The engine vibration under his feet gradually increased, making a sharp hum. Zhang Xiao was like Iron Man in the movie in his previous life.

With a "whoosh", he turned into a black shadow and disappeared.

At the same time, in a dark and damp dungeon under Hogsmeade.

‘Pah’ the wet water drops on the bricks and stones fell into the small puddle in the corner of the wall, which was clearly audible in the quiet atmosphere.

An extremely unpleasant smell escaped from the bubbling pot in the dungeon.

“Damn, what are you cooking? Manure?”

Rodolphus Lestrange covered his nose and looked at the suspicious, thick, unknown liquid in the pot with disgust.

“This is a powerful thing!” Rabastan Lestrange grabbed a squeaking mouse and threw it into the boiling pot.

The mouse didn’t even scream, and quickly melted and boiled in the pot, just like wax.

Rabastan smiled proudly: “Dark magic potion, bone-dissolving soup, it is said that the perfect bone-dissolving soup can even dissolve dragon bones!”

“Bone-dissolving soup? Why haven’t I heard of it?” Rodolphus ignored the unpleasant smell and was immediately attracted by the magical effect.

"This is the Dark Lord's reward for my loyalty!"

"Well - the Lord also taught me a powerful black magic, do you want us to switch?"

"Tell me what your black magic is first -"

As the two were discussing in a low voice, they did not notice that this strange smell seemed to have some special magic.

The little wizard in the dungeon began to wrinkle his nose instinctively.

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