"Good evening, Tom, I didn't expect you to hide here, and resist the call of death in such an ugly manner. Dumbledore narrowed his eyes at the Dark Lord, who looked like a deformed baby.

"Wow! It's unbelievable! You can find this. Voldemort's pupils flickered with a strange red light, and he was visibly surprised.

"I have to admit that you are very clever and have all kinds of ideas in your head. It took me a lot of effort to find that little bit of clue. Resurrection from the dead, what evil magic, are you so afraid to embrace death?" Dumbledore asked softly, clutching his wand.

Although the current situation was overwhelmingly unfavorable to Voldemort, he still admitted with a smile: "Yes! I am afraid of death! But how many lives in this world are not afraid of death? I am not intimidated by fate, and I don't want to listen to your boring nagging." If you want to kill me, do it now. ”

"Kill you? No, I'm not here to kill you. Because there's no point in killing you now. Dumbledore shook his head slightly.

As an insider, he understood that it was useless to kill each other until all the Horcruxes were destroyed.

It won't be long before a new Voldemort wakes up from the Horcrux and once again hides in the shadows to plot a resurrection.

"Hahahaha! You're scared! The famous Albus Dumbledore would be scared! It's so funny! Tell me, since you're not going to kill me, why are you in front of me?" Voldemort laughed fearlessly.

Death, for a dark wizard like him, is no longer an irreparable disaster.

Dumbledore ignored the other party's provocation, and said with a blank face, "I'm waiting for someone! I'm sure you know who I'm referring to, aren't you?"

"Oh? you're trying to use me as a bait. But the question is, are you sure he's coming?" Voldemort clearly saw through the old man's thoughts, and a mocking smile appeared on his distorted face.

"You don't have to worry about that, he'll come. ”

With that, Dumbledore raised his hand and directly knocked out the minions standing behind Voldemort, and then stood quietly in place and waited patiently.

It didn't take a while!

A silvery-white lightning flashed in the sky, followed by two young men appearing out of thin air in front of the necropolis.

They were none other than Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, who represented Hogwarts in the Triwizard Tournament.

Due to the forced teleportation, the two young men struggled to get up from the ground before they could figure out what was going on, and looked around vigilantly.

When they spotted the former Headmaster Dumbledore and the ugly and twisted Voldemort, a nervous and frightened expression appeared on their faces.

Harry, in particular, raised his wand and asked loudly, "Where is this, why are we being teleported?"

"Ah, the famous Harry Potter, we finally meet again. Voldemort took the initiative to say hello in his distinctive hoarse voice.

"Yes...... It's you ?!!."

Since they had already met once in their first year of school, it took little effort for the "Savior" to recognize the culprit of his parents' killing, and his eyes burst with undisguised anger and hatred.

"Hehe! Nice looks! I'm starting to like you a little bit. Voldemort smiled nonchalantly.

After all, he had killed too many people, and he had seen similar looks countless times, so he didn't take it seriously at all, he just thought it was a little funny.

"I ...... I'm going to kill you!

Harry's emotions were visibly out of control, and he drew his wand and rushed towards the enemy's location.

There was only one thought in his mind right now, and that was to break this ugly and deformed monster into pieces and use blood to honor his mother who had died to protect him.

Unfortunately, before he could cast his first attack spell, Dumbledore laid down an invisible force field wall, firmly blocking it out: "Calm down! Potter! you can't kill him yet!"

"Why? why can't I kill him!" Harry roared like madness.

Just when the old man wanted to explain, another white light fell from the sky, followed by Zhang Cheng who walked out of it, touched his chest with one hand and bowed: "Everyone, good evening." Sorry I'm late. ”

"You don't seem surprised?" Voldemort blinked with interest.

"Surprised? Why should I be surprised? In fact, Mr. Dumbledore was able to find this place because I deliberately leaked it. You see, it's not a good thing for a wizard like him to hide in the shadows. Zhang Cheng pursed the corners of his mouth and smiled meaningfully.

"Oh—I see! you're using me as bait to get him to show up and kill him once and for all, right?" said Voldemort, struggling to turn around, staring at the old man with a malicious gaze.

"Kill? No, no, no, I'm not going to kill him. Zhang Cheng pretended to be flustered and shook his head. "As a messenger of love and justice, how could I do such a cruel and evil thing as murder. I will arrest him, and it is up to the law to decide whether he will be put to death or imprisoned in Azkaban. ”

"Messenger of love and justice?" Voldemort couldn't help but burst out laughing when he heard the word. "Hahahaha! Oh my God! This is so much fun! Dear Dumbledore, I finally understand why you were kicked out of Hogwarts, and even wanted by the Ministry of Magic. Because he is more shameless than you are, and better at disguising himself. ”

"Shut up, Tom!" the old man was visibly angry, and every word seemed to come out of his throat.

"You should learn to accept failure and find your flaws in it, dear Mr. Chancellor. You must know that the reason why mortals are mortals is that they are always making mistakes. The only difference is that some people learn from their failures and make sure they don't do it again next time. But some people are unwilling to accept failure and always look for excuses to comfort themselves. In a way, you are the most typical example of the latter, always thinking that you are right and everyone else is wrong......"

Zhang Cheng said as he held down Harry Potter, who had fallen into a state of madness, and forced him to calm down slowly.

After about two or three minutes, the madness in the boy's eyes faded away, replaced by a cold, biting chill.

When Voldemort saw this, he immediately showed an interested expression.

But in the face of the great enemy, he could only hold back his curiosity and echo loudly, "Well said, justice, what is justice, evil, what is evil, can you give an explanation without any ambiguity, Dumbledore? No, you can't. You even know very well that you have no less desire for power, power, and status than I do, so you regarded me as your enemy when I was a student. You've made me the way I am today......

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