The Horcruxes were not all destroyed, and killing Voldemort would be equivalent to letting him go directly, and for Lao Fu, who had already invented the resurrection magic, it would not be difficult to get another body like this.

And just now Roger's words have aroused his vigilance, and if he escapes again, maybe he will be ruthless and add an unknown Horcrux, and at that time, if he wants to kill Lao Fu again, the difficulty has increased by several percentage points. Too much to lose.

Dumbledore followed for a moment before nodding his head and answering Voldemort's request. No matter what Voldemort's plot is, if you want to know the inside story, you should come down and listen to it first.

After all, I just said that there is nothing more terrible than death, and it is funny to turn around and ask for death? Although it is also possible that Voldemort deliberately said words that disturbed the audio-visual, there is no need to question and refute it now.

Voldemort's lipsless mouth curled into a smile: "Ah, that's a long story... Let me think about where to start. ”

If you don't look at the coldness in his eyes, this tone is like afternoon tea between old friends: "Just like at the beginning, I have to admit that I miscalculated." I didn't steal the Philosopher's Stone four years ago, and I can't guarantee immortality... I'm back to being stripped of my flesh, worse than a ghost, worse than the humblest of geysers... There is no body, and every spell that can help me requires the use of a wand... I can't hope for another wizard to come to my door... And I no longer have any illusions that a Death Eater would care about my condition."

Harry next to him clenched his fists and gritted his teeth in disgust, "You deserve it!"

"Ah, Harry... I almost forgot you were still here. Voldemort glanced at the little savior who had become famous for his defeat with interest, and then his voice became cold again: "If it weren't for the sudden fog and monsters outside that ruined my plans, your corpse would have been lying at my feet by now." ”

"Let's get down to business, Tom, if you still want to get what you deserve, say a little more about what I'm interested in. Dumbledore looked at Voldemort coldly, and his tone was no longer warm.

"Well, you have the final say," Voldemort nodded submissively, and continued, "And then, less than a year ago, when I almost gave up hope, hope finally appeared... A young wizard walked into the forest where I was staying, found me, and tried to subdue the great Dark Lord to show his valor. ”

"I have to say that this young man is quite arrogant, stupid and gullible, and it just so happens that I am very good at convincing people..."

"It's the second thing I twisted my neck like a chicken? Well, it does look stupid. Roger touched his chin and thought back to the acne man with a dissatisfied face, I don't know why Mao always felt that he was always looking at himself as if it was not pleasing to his eyes...

Voldemort grinned horribly, his red eyes hollow and indifferent: "He's a crappy wizard who's capable of carrying out my instructions, and I need him as a servant of good health, so that I can get a weak body in which I can wait for the ingredients I need to be truly reborn... By one or two spells I invented myself..."

At this point, he looked at Harry again, and then said to Dumbledore, "There is no hope of stealing the Philosopher's Stone, because I know that you will destroy it." But I'm willing to enjoy the mortal life again, and then go after the pursuit of immortality. I lowered my eyes a bit... Just restore my original body, my original strength. ”

"I knew that to do this, I would need three powerful potion primers to make a potion that would bring me back to life, an ancient black magic. The flesh of my servant, the bones of my father, and the blood of my enemies..."

"My stupid servant advised me to use the blood of any wizard, any wizard who hated me... Because there are so many people who still hate me. But I know who I have to use if I'm going to be resurrected and stronger than I was before defeat. I want Harry Potter's blood. I want the blood of the man who made me lose my magic thirteen years ago... Because the protection that his mother left on him will also be in my blood..."

"But how did you get Harry Potter? You're so well protected, I don't think even you know it. Voldemort's glowing red eyes turned to Harry again, "A long time ago, Dumbledore designed a protection plan when he was thinking about arranging your future. Isn't it, Dumbledore?"

"An ancient magic is used to ensure that you will be protected as long as you are in the care of your loved ones. I can't even touch you..."

"Ah, of course, I relied on information from a Ministry of Magic, and my loyal Death Eater lurking at Hogwarts, to make sure the boy's name was put in the Goblet of Fire. My Death Eater, make sure that boy wins the game... Guaranteed to be the first to touch the Triple-Finals Cup... The cup has been replaced by my Death Eaters with a portkey, and it will take him to my side, away from Dumbledore's help and protection, into my hands..."

"That's it," Roger reached out and took Pandora's Box from under the table, pouring out the top three cups that were presented inside, "I accidentally fell out during a fight with the Achedna Grass Flower Snake, and sent me and the snake over there." ”

Dumbledore reluctantly straightened up, tapped the key to the Triumph Cup with his wand, and pointed his sharp gaze at Voldemort: "The Death Eaters lurking at Hogwarts are pretending to be Moody... Compound decoction, everyone knows that Moody's old weird only drinks from his own flask... And who is his true identity? As far as I know, the Death Eaters who are loyal to you are alive in Azkaban. ”

"You don't know who he is, did he run away right under your nose?" Voldemort was surprised, he had already prepared for the worst when Harry Potter didn't show up at Little Hangdon's graveyard last night. But now it seemed that Dumbledore had no understanding of his plans at all.

"No," Dumbledore shook his head, "he's dead, dead in that fog outside." Because this third project ended halfway through. ”

Voldemort was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "Hahahaha! I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it! I secretly carried out a year of planning, and at the last moment, I was really completely destroyed by this unexpected situation!!"

Immediately following Lao Fu's smile, he stared at Roger and asked, "Then what's the matter with this top three cup? You got it, but why wasn't it teleported last night?"