Chapter 17: Tracking Voldemort

There are many advantages to this battle, both in terms of support and familiarity with the environment, but sometimes this local advantage can turn into a disadvantage. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info

For example, right now, Voldemort was so sure that he would escape, but he resolutely unleashed a fierce fire before leaving, in the spirit of disgusting you even if he couldn't stop you.

Although it is said that he will set fire to the mountain and sit in prison, it is obvious that Tom Riddle has no intention of taking it seriously - if he is caught by Dumbledore, what awaits him is definitely not a simple prison seat, and I am afraid that death is the easiest option.

Therefore, there were only two choices left in front of Dumbledore - either to continue to try to capture Voldemort with a small chance, but at the cost of the uncontrollable fire in the Forbidden Forest, or to temporarily abandon Voldemort, who had already lost half his life, and settle the account together in the future - as for waiting for someone else to deal with it?

Don't make a fuss, the Forbidden Forest will be dead and wounded the next day - and don't forget, there's a whole tribe of centaurs in the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts!

Even as powerful as Dumbledore was at a loss at the moment—Alan watched as the old man easily extinguished the raging flames and set off for the fallen wizard.

It's time to go—Alan waited for Dumbledore to go far before coming out of the lurking place.

What was a difficult chase for Dumbledore was easy for him—Voldemort's stinking smell of blood still gave him a faint urge to gag.

Following the smell of blood, Alan quickly chased through the forest - Voldemort's body had become like this, so how could the person he used as nourishment get better!

Soon, Alan found Voldemort's shelter - a sloppy clearing, with undried logs forming a large, wet platform, some of which had rough bark on the wood from which he was built.

In the middle of the platform—a red-haired man was lying there, and above his head was the old and ridiculous crown—the golden crown of Ravenclaw.

This man Alan was familiar with—Percy Weasley.

If Alan had guessed correctly—he probably hadn't been seen entering the Room of Requirement—he had spent almost every second of his time busy trying to break the curse and learn the legacy.

A Muggle wizard may know nothing about magical objects, but Percy is definitely not - the Weasleys, though poor, have not lost their many years.

Alan could even imagine Percy's excitement when he found out about Ravenclaw's crown - for a man with pressure and ambition for the prefect's seat, it was clear that every inch of this object of wisdom had a seductive glow.

Unfortunately, when he put it on, he realized that it was not the original crown - on the contrary, it was highly poisonous.

The soul from Lord Voldemort succeeded in seducing the young wizard and stealing a portion of the inheritance.

But to Voldemort—the resurrection was far more important than anything else—he loved himself more than anything else.

As for the means of resurrection, this is now before Allen.

On the platform, in addition to Percy, there was a large altar - above the altar, Voldemort was sucking the sand from above, which was soaked in unicorn blood, each one of which was bloody.

Voldemort had never been afraid to transform his body in various forms of magic, and now, with his ingestion, the scars left by Dumbledore gradually began to recover - unfortunately, Alan had no intention of keeping him in his prime.

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If humans had natural enemies, Tom Riddle felt that their natural enemies must be Dumbledore, the one who led him into the wizarding world, the Transfiguration professor who taught him for seven years, and his lifelong enemy.

From the moment he entered the school, his life had been suppressed by Dumbledore - he used magic to scare himself, forced himself to return the spoils of war, and broke all his psychological advantages with words.

When he was in school, he was loved by all the teachers and became the best student in the school, a role model for all but Dumbledore.

When he tried to get his education from the baby, it was Dumbledore who stopped him.

When he was rising and preparing to dominate the wizarding world, it was Dumbledore who organized the Order of the Phoenix to resist him.

Even now, he was on the verge of resurrection - it was Dumbledore who stopped him.

Let's calculate how big Tom Riddle's psychological shadow is.

Of course, Voldemort didn't have time to think about that - the most important thing for him at the moment was to recover his body.

As for the kid who had already sucked a lot of energy - it was useless at the moment.

I gained unimaginable power on that slab - not because it was powerful, but because it was a completely different system of power.

Unfortunately, he was so obsessed with resurrection that he didn't have time to see much of the slate.

The main thing is to trick this little ghost into developing his psychology in all directions, which is really a bit difficult - it wastes a lot of his time.

He decided that since he had met Dumbledore, it meant that it was no longer safe.

Heals as fast as he can, and then gets out of here.

He didn't pay much attention to the murder of the traitor and the madness of his son - although it was this act that caused him to be discovered by Dumbledore, but since the demon had sent him to do it, he had no intention of repenting of his actions.

The only regret was that he couldn't get the mysterious information anymore - he was sure that he would never return when he entered Hogwarts alone.

Damn - the unicorn didn't have enough blood, he needed to hunt one more - and as for the curse, the sandy body ignored the low-level emotions of pain.

In fact, even if he didn't achieve the final effect, he was still very satisfied with the rebirth spell that he had invented together, which was the feeling of the body, not the feeling of powerlessness.

If it was all done - perhaps, he would have crushed Dumbledore - at least from today's experiments, he could see that the combination of this power and his original magical power was so strong that he could still fight Dumbledore before his strength was restored.

Wait! He raised his wand, ready to test where it didn't feel right.

Unfortunately, it was too late - and in his ears, the crow suddenly sounded.