Dumbledore?

The name seemed to carry infinite magic, and the Death Eaters were visibly panicked, and some of them couldn't help but quietly walk out.

Looks like they even want to phantom away immediately.

Bellatrix turned around and stared at them fiercely with his wand, his cold gaze chilling at a pig waiting to be slaughtered, which resettled the Death Eaters.

It wasn't just them, Harry just felt as if the night had suddenly turned into day, and the sun was out!

In this mood, Harry showed great courage, even in the face of siege, he still had to protect Penny and Dudley to knock down two men, only to be disarmed by Bella and re-tied to the pillar.

Having learned the lesson of the last time, Harry's wand was placed far away on the Holy Table by Bella, and in addition to the binding charm, the petrification charm was added.

But even so, Harry's heart was still full of hope after being tortured and his nose was swollen.

Because of Dumbledore, because he's coming!

"Tom, meet again"

Dumbledore said calmly, and in front of him, a black smoke fell from the sky, and the diffuse black gas converged and condensed, revealing Tom Riddle's figure.

The two faced each other from a distance, and did not immediately break out into an earth-shattering battle, but just stared at each other with scrutinizing eyes.

One wonders if the other person has an old wand, and the other thinks about what has become of the enemy's brain.

After a stalemate like this, Dumbledore finally spoke:

"To be honest, I was a little surprised."

Dumbledore stood there motionless, as if Voldemort were like an inconsequential little person.

"Surprised by what? Dumbledore, surprised that the great Voldemort is making another comeback? Surprised that he had once again triumphed over death? ”

Voldemort let out a grim laugh as he spread his hands and enjoyed the sun.

"It's a pity, it's not Tom" Dumbledore's voice was soft, with a hint of doubt, "I thought that after the past few battles, you would not have taken the initiative to appear in front of me." ”

Voldemort's laughter came to an abrupt end, and this trace of doubt made Voldemort feel a great humiliation, and his face appeared resentful and unwilling, his scarlet eyes were full of resentment, and his voice was as cold as a block of ice:

"Dumbledore, I've never been afraid of anyone!"

Despite saying this, Voldemort couldn't help but think of the past few battles.

It wasn't a pleasant memory, especially after the first official battle, and he felt like he had surpassed Dumbledore, even though he was not yet fifty years old at the time.

Dumbledore's power was endless, no matter how hard he studied the dark arts to improve his strength.

But in the face of Dumbledore, he still lost cleanly.

Dumbledore and the Elder Wand played a far greater role than 1+1>2.

But soon, Voldemort showed a smug smile again, he was not here to fight Dumbledore, although he felt that he could not escape the battle, he wanted to know more about Dumbledore's face to his own questions.

What kind of answer will this old man give?

Voldemort laughed excitedly, even a little impatiently, and he walked back and forth in front of Dumbledore, as if to say some little secret:

"Dumbledore, although I was surprised by your quick reaction, this time is different, completely different, let's play a game!"

He waved his huge black robe, and the wind swept by, and a small circus tent deformed from dirt appeared to his left.

Voldemort looked at Dumbledore with ill will, like a poisonous snake:

"Here, I've invited all the young wizards who have traveled to Hogsmeade to visit————"

Then he pointed to the church standing in the distance, and the expression on his face became more and more excited:

"And over there, Mr. Potter and his aunt, my brother, are enjoying the hospitality there—"

Voldemort licked his lips:

"Pick one, Dumbledore, which one would you choose? Is it the innocent little wizards, or the Potters?

You can only choose one, save one, and the other will die! ”

Yes, that's why Voldemort didn't make a move, and that's why he dared to take the initiative to appear in front of Dumbledore.

He was desperate to see Dumbledore crying bitterly, feeling guilty that he could only save one.

No, no, no, I know this old man, he is hypocritical, he always preaches that set of love and equality-

But as long as you can see Dumbledore's chagrin, pain. That's enough!

Dumbledore's movements paused slightly, he was still calm, but his azure eyes were like calm before the storm.

"Tom." Dumbledore suddenly whispered, "This is not your style, it was your Death Eaters who gave you the idea?" ”

Voldemort suddenly felt bored, that's it, it always has been like this, this old man is always so calm, there is no superfluous emotion at all.

But this old man's strength is ridiculously strong, if it weren't for the fear of Dumbledore, Voldemort would not have sent Snape as his internal response.

"It won't take too long, Dumbledore." Voldemort didn't answer his question, but waved his wand to conjure up a delicate little hourglass, which was suspended in front of the two of them.

The fine sand in the hourglass slowly slid down, and looking at the size of the hourglass, it was only ten minutes.

"If you don't make a choice before the hourglass is finished, Dumbledore, then both will die!"

Voldemort stepped away from the ground and conjured a comfortable armchair that looked exactly like the inside of the church.

Although it was only a moment for him to sit on it completely, it was the first chair that Lord Voldemort sat on after his rebirth.

It was still very meaningful, and at this moment a huge cloud happened to drift over.

Blocking the light from Voldemort's side, the shadows cast down were like nightfall, and a dividing line between light and darkness was just across the two of them.

Dumbledore pulled out a sparkling silver-shelled pocket watch and popped it open, revealing a sparkling crystal dial and a photograph attached to the lid.

A little Arianna was nodding at herself in the picture.

Dumbledore put his pocket watch away, relaxed a little, and then looked at the small hourglass again.

Ten minutes?

Enough should be enough.

"So the current situation is what I just said, this is the news from the ontology, the little wizard, the Harry family, must choose one."

The young version of Dumbledore quickly told what had happened, time was limited, if ten minutes had passed, and there was no successful rescue of one party, then Dumbledore would have to take the risk.

"There is no doubt that this is a very difficult question, and I don't think Voldemort is the hand of such a vicious plan."

The youth version of Dumbledore paused, and continued:

"It's not a compliment to Tom, but from what I know about him, Tom probably doesn't bother to use a little wizard as a bargaining chip.

Because his ideal is to rule the entire wizarding world, if he kills the little wizard at will, who will he rule in the future? ”

Aberforth was like a grumpy goat, walking around the dirty bar front desk with his hands behind his back, and when he heard his brother's words, he sneered and sarcastically said:

"Hah! Then we still have to hope that the great Dark Lord will raise his noble hand? We can't bet, what if he does kill the little wizard?

Either way, we can't afford to lose! ”

"Of course, Aberforth, of course we can't accept this ending, so I have an idea."

The youth version of Dumbledore set his sights on Zhang Xiao:

"Zhang, you said the little wizards were taken away, but there aren't many Death Eaters over there, are you?"

Zhang Xiao nodded, at that time he was really powerless, and the effect of the super life and death water could only be described as domineering.

If it weren't for the quick reaction, he would have held his breath when he smelled the smell, but if he took one or two more breaths, Zhang Xiao estimated that he would have to fall down.

"So we're splitting up, Zhang, you inform Blake and ask him to find a way to inform the other members of the Order of the Phoenix and get to where Harry is.

Tom was resurrected there, so the church must have had the largest number of Death Eaters gathered. ”

Dumbledore arranged his actions in an orderly manner, and he looked at Aberforth again:

"Aberforth, I want you to help inform Minerva, I think the Hogwarts professors should be able to deal with the Death Eaters who kidnap the young wizards with ease."

Dumbledore smiled softly, "As for me—I promise you, Voldemort won't be able to get away until the young wizard and Harry are safe!" ”

It's the best of both worlds anyone can think of, but the crux of the matter is how to find the little wizard and how to hold Voldemort at bay.

Dumbledore said that he could hold off Voldemort, Zhang Xiao had absolutely no doubts, but what about the little wizard? If you are thrown into a space like Newt's chest, where the Traceless Stretching Charm is cast, it will be hard to find.

"Headmaster, whereabouts of the little wizards?" Zhang Xiao didn't hold back her questions, and this is not the time to hold back her questions.

"Oh, Zhang, the little wizards are heading to Hogsmeade, and I've made some small, insignificant preparations."

Dumbledore smiled lightly and made a gesture that was enough to make the Koreans angry:

"Hogsmeade forbids portkeys, forbids Floo powder, apparitions can only enter, not exit, and fly.

All entrances and exits are guarded."

"Floo powder? But Harry—"

Zhang Xiao reacted halfway through the question, and the little wizard who fell asleep packed away in a box except for Newt's box, an anti-heaven prop.

It seems that there is really no way to use the Imperius Curse in a comatose state, and the Imperius Curse always makes people awake, right?

He immediately put it another way:

"So the little wizard should still be in Hogsmeade?"

Dumbledore nodded, "It should be, but I'm not sure, but Severus has a good experience with tracking this piece, and I think he should be able to find it."

Chang, time is running out, I need someone to get to Harry's location and give the members of the Order of the Phoenix a mark so they can apparition over.

I'm sorry, but I should have done this, but I can't do it at the moment, and I can't do it, the difference between Tom and me is not big, or very small."

Dumbledore did not directly let Zhang Xiao pass, but explained the current situation very clearly and let him choose for himself.

If he came to put this mark, he could only put it not far away, and to put it mildly, when he and Voldemort really fought, whoever came would die.

Unless it's the old man of Neumengard who is back at the top, or Nicolame is 550 years younger.

Of course, Zhang Xiao could understand the difficulties, so he just nodded:

"I see."

Dumbledore in the portrait also nodded, and sometimes there was no need to say more, Aberforth looked at the frame, then at Zhang Xiao, and said in a rough voice:

"Little ghost, scared and not ashamed, who hasn't been afraid? I-"

"No, Aberforth, you know Hogsmeade better."

Aberforth muttered something, but it didn't feel like a good thing.

That's right, this time is indeed very dangerous, this is a melee, and it is normal for anyone to die in the melee, so Dumbledore didn't say it explicitly, but just put the choice in front of Zhang Xiao himself.

In fact, Dumbledore's question didn't mean anything at all in Zhang Xiao's opinion.

Because he is Zhang Xiao, he has never changed.

"Professor, teach Tom a good lesson—just like you scared me."

After also going to Diagon Alley through the uncontrolled fireplace, Zhang Xiao closed her eyes and compared the directions obtained by 'Seeking Fragrance and Asking for Directions' with her own location.

After finding the direction, he felt out the silver 'Haoladik Cube', and with the light of the transformation, Zhang Xiao's body also floated lightly.

Two shiny silver and strange things slowly moved to the position under their feet.

The miniature vortex of the magic change shook slightly, in fact, the flying broom is a better choice, but the broom is not suitable for combat, and its own skills are not very top-notch.

cast another illusion spell on himself, Zhang Xiao looked in the right direction, the engine vibration under his feet gradually increased, and a sharp hum sounded, Zhang Xiao was like the Iron Man in the movie in his previous life.

The 'whoosh' sound turned into a black shadow and disappeared.

At the same time, underneath Hogsmeade, in a dark, damp dungeon.

Wet water droplets fell from the masonry and smashed into the small puddle in the corner of the wall, which was clearly audible in the quiet atmosphere.

A terrible smell escaped from the bubbling cauldron in the dungeon.

"Hell, what are you cooking? Big? ”

Rodolphus Lestrange covered his nose and looked in disgust at the suspiciously colored, thick unidentified liquid in the cauldron.

"That's a great thing!" Rabastan Lestrange grabbed a squeaky rat and threw it into the boiling cauldron.

The rat didn't even scream, it quickly melted and boiled in the pot, just like it was made of wax.

Rabastan smiled proudly: "Black magic potion, bone broth, it is said that the perfect bone broth can even melt dragon bones!" ”

"Bone broth? Why haven't I heard of it? Rodolphus ignored the unpleasant smell and was immediately attracted by the magical effect.

"This is the Dark Lord's reward for my loyalty!"

"Hmm-my lord also taught me a powerful black magic, do you want us to change it?"

"Tell me what your dark magic is—"

While the two were discussing in a whisper, they didn't notice that this strange smell seemed to have some special magical power.

The nose of the little wizard in the dungeon began to wrinkle instinctively.

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1. Commuter pass 2. Recommended ticket

Fortunately, I caught up, in the field, ready to attend the wedding of a good buddy.

(End of chapter)