"Tom, you still don't know the way to go. Dumbledore said slowly.

"Waste of lips and tongues. Voldemort gave Dumbledore a mocking look, and waved his wand wildly, not to Dumbledore, but to Harry Potter, who was still dazed and didn't know what was going on.

"Look, hypocrisy, you have to accept this drag on the oil bottle, if it weren't for him, the battle between the two of us would have ended long ago, I would have been caught by you, and you would have gotten me to the Ministry of Magic and put me on trial. ”

"But now, you have to protect this boy who is good for nothing and even drags you back. Voldemort laughed maniacally.

"If you understood the meaning and power of sacrifice, you probably wouldn't have said that, and you wouldn't have spent a decade that was not as good as a ghost. Dumbledore said coldly.

This stabbed Voldemort in the foot, and his laughter came to an abrupt end.

At the same time, he saw that all his death curses were dodged by Harry, and the flexible and dexterous branches tossed Harry briskly, and another tree caught him, and the body of the tree was shattered in an instant, but Harry himself was unharmed.

This made it difficult for Voldemort's already pale face to find a trace of blood.

When this is just a façade that he disguises, paralyzing the opponent's behavior.

Tenacious, he certainly won't be depressed by the temporary disadvantage in battle, and his desire to survive is beyond imagination.

A tree behind Dumbledore suddenly began to sand and suddenly turned into a sand snake, which jumped over without a trace of hesitation, only pounced on Dumbledore's back.

"Professor Dumbledore, watch out for your back!" Harry exclaimed, the wand he was still holding in his hand just now and didn't know where to throw it at this time, and could only watch weakly as Dumbledore's defenseless back was attacked, and the only thing he could do was to make a loud noise.

The sand snake bit off Dumbledore's head neatly, and then chewed it in a very humane and confused way, only to find that the material was so similar to his own body structure.

This is a fake, and the sand snake without IQ is not aware of it, but the owner who controls him certainly does not.

Dumbledore, who was only a piece of his body, suddenly turned into a cloud of scattered sand and scattered all around, and then the old man suddenly appeared from behind a tall cross in Harry's surprise shout.

Voldemort didn't seem disappointed, and if such a simple sneak attack worked, the old man wouldn't be the only one he feared.

Staring at Dumbledore beside the cross, Voldemort began to analyze the current situation.

His strength is now far inferior to that of his peak, and compared to this, this annoying old man's understanding of magic has become more and more profound.

For more than ten years, this old man seems to have never let up.

This gave Voldemort a faint sense of fear.

However, today's duel is not decided by human strength, if Dumbledore's series of blockade restrictions just now made him embarrassed, then all these advantages collapsed after the arrival of Harry Potter.

Even if his strength is weakened, but in this situation, Dumbledore will definitely not be able to devote himself to the battle.

And what about this group of less loyal Death Eaters?

There was no need to bother, they might be in need of some punishment to get them imprisoned in Azkaban, to feel the desperation of the Dementors, and to make them miss Voldemort.

The ill-informed Voldemort did not know that when he designed his comeback, his best reliable allies were no longer loyal to the Ministry of Magic and were no longer the wardens of Azkaban.

Then, he felt that there was good news, that maybe there was no betrayer, or that the person who betrayed the news to Dumbledore didn't know any more.

If this old man knew everything, he would definitely stay here early, and then defeat the enemy with one blow when he was the weakest, well... There would be large numbers of Aurors following him, and even if the Ministry of Magic didn't believe Dumbledore's whimsical claims, the old man could still raise the banner and gather a large number of men.

So far, Dumbledore and his battle have been alone, the old lady is not there, and neither is the little man who is good at dueling.

Those two wizards are still recognized by Voldemort, and if he is fighting Dumbledore, with a wizard of this level interfering on the side, he will definitely be at a disadvantage.

"Bella, Dolokhov. "I'll get you out soon. Voldemort misses his loyal subordinates more and more, powerful, powerful, loyal, and fanatical in his adoration of himself.

The plan to attack Azkaban was something he had planned long ago, and once he regained his power, he would expand his power.

Voldemort continued to think.

The arrival of this so-called savior confirmed his suspicions.

He didn't believe that Dumbledore would make such a low-level mistake, and when he learned everything, he let this savior come here and become a stumbling block for himself, dragging the oil bottle.

There was only one explanation, and the information he got was inaccurate, which led to his missteps.

"Harry, watch around. Dumbledore said in a deep voice.

Harry realized that the trunks of the trees around him had turned into snake heads, and they were coming towards his neck.

By this time, he had returned to the surface and retrieved his wand from the mud, barely regaining some of his ability to protect himself.

"There are many obstacles!" said Harry, holding his wand at the swift snakeheads, shivering with force.

The head of the snake stopped.

Drill the heart and cut the bones!

Voldemort smiled eerily, as if the sneak attack was about to succeed.

He decided to keep attacking the boy and then forced Dumbledore to protect him.

Well... He even gave up the death curse at this point.

If he still wants to escape from Dumbledore's oppression, then a living Potter will be more useful than a dead Potter.

The former would distract Dumbledore, while the latter would plunge the old man into anger and madness, which might be even more difficult to deal with.

Harry Potter could have been killed later, but Voldemort's life was precious.

Before Dumbledore could cast a spell, the boy's began to move.

"Armor!" Harry hastily raised his wand and chanted towards the vicious spell.

It was one of Hermione's pre-game training sessions.

Something amazing happened, the effects of the two magic strikes suddenly dissolved in the air, as if they had never been there.

Immediately after, two thin golden beams of light erupted from the tips of their respective staffs.