"So what?" said Voldemort, staring gloomily at Louis.

"So ............"

Before Louis could finish speaking, the door to the Screaming Room was blasted open by a powerful spell. At the same time, many red spells struck Voldemort.

"So I can only call the parents ..........." Louis smacked his lips, looking at Voldemort in front of him with a confused face.

He could only say that he really deserved to be a person who would tremble a few times when he stomped his feet, and so many powerful stun charms attacked Voldemort without success.

"Louis, are you alright?" a gentle voice came from the doorway.

"If you're late, I think something big is going to happen. Louis complained to the old fox at the door, whose beard was about to be dragged to the ground.

"While you were playing with the beautiful little girl, I was working hard to gather the members. Dumbledore said to Louis with the expression he had done my best.

"Albus Dumbledore........." Voldemort stared viciously at Dumbledore standing in the doorway, his already ferocious vertical looking even more terrifying.

"We're finally meeting again, Tom. Dumbledore looked at Voldemort intently, as if he wanted to see him through.

"You shouldn't have a chance to get the word out. Voldemort said coldly to Louis, "I'm curious how you did it." ”

"Louis had someone send me a letter that said that if I didn't come to the screaming house with a bunch of people, he would cut my beard tomorrow. Dumbledore grumbled, "You know, I've had this beard for years, and I'd rather hand over my Merlin's Order of Merlin than lose my beard." ”

"Professor, I always thought your beard should be cut off. Know that in a few years, you'll be tripping over even walking. Louis said solemnly, looking like he was thinking about Dumbledore.

"You're jealous. Dumbledore's voice raised a little, "I spend a lot of care potions on my beard every day, and I even asked Sisvernon to make a potion for me. No one should try to do anything to my beard, anyone!"

"That's enough!" Voldemort shouted angrily.

"Mr. Voldemort, you think that beard is too much of an eyesore, right?" Louis winked at Voldemort.

"..........," Voldemort glanced at Louis, "I suddenly realized that it would be fine for you to follow Dumbledore." ”

Louis looked at Voldemort with a confused expression, wasn't he inviting him just now, why did he change his mind all of a sudden.......? Magic!

"Mr. Voldemort, I remember you kindly invited me to come?" Louis asked weakly.

"yes..... yes......." Voldemort waved his hand irritably, "but I think you're too much trouble, in every sense." ”

"..........." Louis.

So, is he disliked?

"I'm the heir to Pendragon........ Louis still unwavering on his worth.

Although he didn't mean to follow Voldemort, but being disliked by others was always unpleasant, wasn't it? But suddenly that person becomes very disgusted with himself, and it will be very unhappy.

"Oh...... yes........" Voldemort replied nonchalantly, apparently not taking it to heart.

"I'm a genius, a great .........."

"You're awesome.........." Voldemort said in that half-dead tone.

"I'm still very handsome, take you as an example, your ..........."

A spell grazed Louis's cheek and hit the wall, and Voldemort said coldly, "If you can't wait to see Merlin, then I can fulfill you." ”

"There's something you can talk about........ Why use your wand........." Louis said with a stiff smile.

As he spoke, he went to Dumbledore's side, and then ignored Dumbledore's disgusted look, and the whole person hid behind Dumbledore, showing half of his head to look at Voldemort with a vicious appearance.

"Feel free to ........ I won't bother you. With that, Louis withdrew the remaining half of his head.

"Tom, there are more than a dozen wizards around here, and you can't escape. "Dumbledore still seems so kind, he has always looked like a good man, and those who don't know think that he is now chatting with Voldemort on the other side.

"Do you think these people can deal with me?" Voldemort licked his lips, his eyes glowing with a crazy and dangerous light.

"Of course, these people can't completely eliminate you. Dumbledore said with a smile, "But it's still possible to get you back to the way you were a year ago." ”

"What the hell do you want?" asked Voldemort. Obviously, it looked like the old fellow Dumbledore wasn't going to fight him hard.

"It's simple. Dumbledore smiled and said, "Just leave the ring on your hand." ”

"What do you mean........" Voldemort asked quietly.

"Hmm........ The students think I'm a little bit out of here......." Dumbledore looked a little distressed, "You know, Tom, as a headmaster, you can't alienate the students. They advised me to bring some jewelry so that I could regain my youthfulness. ”

"You designed this one for the ring on my hand?" Voldemort looked incredulous.

Dumbledore smiled and didn't answer.

"In that case, when I'm gone, let the owl give you ten rings, and let you carry one on each finger. Voldemort looked impatient, "For now, if you're not going to fight me, let your people get out of here." ”

"It's okay for people to go, but the ring to stay. Dumbledore was still the same good old man, but his demands were unusually firm.

"Are you sure you're going to fight me to the death for such a ridiculous reason? I can guarantee you'll have at least six or seven people left!" Voldemort stared at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore's smile remained the same, and he didn't answer.

Voldemort stared at Dumbledore coldly for half a minute, then took off the ring from his hand and threw it on the dusty table beside him.

"It's not over yet. Voldemort said with an ugly face, and then walked towards the door without looking back.

Dumbledore, on the other hand, turned sideways very observantly, and even smiled at "Ginny" behind Voldemort.