Boom, boom, boom, boom......

No surprises!

More than a dozen oversized fireballs with a diameter of one meter exploded continuously less than a few centimeters away from Dumbledore, and the heat wave could be clearly felt even from a few tens of meters away.

When the orange-red flames completely dissipated, there was only a large pool of black left on the ground, and I don't know what it was left behind after it was burned.

He ...... Is he dead?" asked Harry, somewhat uncertain.

"No, he didn't die, he fled. Zhang Cheng shook his head and replied in the negative.

As a butcher with blood on his hands, he could tell at a glance that the black stuff was just charred clothing, with no bones or musculature.

"Ran away, how could it be!"

Just as Harry Potter was in a state of shock, a figure suddenly appeared behind him out of thin air, raised his wand and chanted loudly, "Avada Suo!"

Moment!

The deadly green light hit the boy directly!

But before the curse could work, the ruby ring on Harry's hand suddenly released a brilliant light, followed by a young girl suddenly appeared in front of him out of thin air, blocking the deadly curse for him.

In less than a second, the terrifying energy of death took away all the life in the body, turning it into a cold corpse.

When he saw the familiar face clearly, the "savior" suddenly broke down and shouted: "No!!!!!!!!! why!

Obviously, it was none other than his girlfriend in love who was killed by the Curse, and the ring was a birthday gift from Zhang Qiu to him on his birthday this year.

With a lot of negative emotions such as pain, sadness, anger, and hatred, Harry slowly turned his head and saw the true face of the murderer - Albus Dumbledore.

This old man was not at all as steady and wise as before, but his whole body exuded a strong aura of danger, and even if he killed the wrong person, he did not have the slightest remorse.

"I swear! you'll pay for it, Albus Dumbledore, I'm going to make you regret it!

He was like a demon crawling out of hell, not only did his facial expression be extremely distorted, but he also completely put his own life and death out of the question.

As the saying goes, there's nothing more impulsive and irrational than a man and woman in love.

But before the boy could attack, the somewhat unusual Albus Dumbledore let out a disdainful sneer and disappeared in place.

"Coward, why do you want to run away? Come back, come back and duel with me, are you afraid?"

Seeing the enemy running away like this, Harry Potter's emotions instantly lost control, and he rushed forward as if he was crazy, raising his wand and continuously firing powerful attack magic into the surrounding air, until his own magic power was overdrawn, and he fell to the ground and fell into a deep coma.

For him, the stimulus today was just too great.

First saw the enemy who killed his own parents, and then witnessed his girlfriend die for him with a fatal blow, if there was one color to describe what happened to him, it would be the dullest gray.

In contrast, Ron, who has always maintained a posture of staying out of the matter, has no interest in participating from beginning to end, and just stands there and watches coldly.

Just when he felt that the danger was over, Voldemort suddenly smiled and said, "My dear friend, may I take the liberty of asking, who is this child? ”

"No, he's just a fun test subject, and a little surprise for you. If you don't mind, how about I preside over your resurrection ceremony next?" Zhang Cheng glanced at Ron with a slightly playful gaze and offered to propose.

"Of course, it's my pleasure!" Voldemort nodded in agreement without hesitation.

Since the servant had already prepared most of the things needed for the magic ceremony, Zhang Cheng directly lit the huge tongs pot and chanted softly: "Father's bones, I have no intention of donating them, but I can regenerate your son!"

A tombstone in the rear cemetery suddenly cracked, and a rotting skull flew out and fell into the hot pot of its own.

"The flesh of a servant, given voluntarily, may bring your master back to life. ”

The unlucky man lying on the ground stood up suddenly, clenched a dagger, gritted his teeth and cut off his left hand.

"The blood of the enemy, forced to be donated, can resurrect your opponent. ”

With a few drops of blood falling from Harry Potter's fingers, the liquid inside the tongs pot suddenly turned a void white.

Normally, the magical ritual is over here, and Voldemort can be thrown into the canter to reshape the body and soul.

But Zhang Cheng was obviously not satisfied with the decent approach, poured the black solution in the glass container into it, and then beckoned to Ron: "Come here!"

"What do you need me to do?" the boy asked, puzzled.

"No, I don't need you to do anything, I want the power in your flesh and blood. ”

The words just fell!

Zhang Cheng didn't give Ron time to react at all, he directly raised the supreme authority and shot a scorching high-energy ray, cutting off the opponent's left arm.

"Ah!!!! Fake, my arm!" the pain was so severe that the boy couldn't help but let out a scream like a pig, and the blood couldn't be stopped.

Unfortunately, Zhang Cheng didn't pay any attention to his meaning, threw Voldemort into the pot, and said to himself with a smile: "Then is the time to witness the miracle! Come on! Resurrect it! The greatest dark wizard in the history of British wizarding!"

I saw thick clouds of black smoke rising from the pot, and at the same time, there was a red liquid boiling like magma.

After about two or three minutes, all the strenuous activity seemed to disappear at once, and even the black smoke gradually faded, and it was not long before an emaciated figure finally came out of it.

His skin was dark red, his eyes shimmered red, he even had a pair of short sharp horns on his forehead, golden sparks erupted from his flat nose from time to time, and his hands and feet were thin and long......

Everything proves that the Dark Lord who once made countless people tremble is back.

"Ahh Voldemort opened his arms and took a deep breath.

"You're welcome, we are allies and share the same goal, which is to exterminate ordinary people and see a world completely controlled by wizards. Zhang Cheng smiled and handed over a black robe.

Voldemort took it and quickly put it on his body, nodding slightly: "Yes! I'm glad you share the same ambition as me! But before that, shouldn't you deal with this little mouse? If I'm not mistaken, he should be a Weasley child, and his parents are both Dumbledore's big supporters. ”