As soon as Alan put away the scarf and other things that belonged to the Gryffindor color scheme, he felt the badge on his neck hot, Alan pressed the Auror badge that he temporarily wore tonight to facilitate contact with the Aurors, and listened intently to the news that came, and when he raised his head again, his eyes were solemn: "Just now the Aurors sent information about counting casualties... Aside from us wizards and those who are injured but healed, tonight in Little Whine... Seven Muggles were killed. ”

Harry glared angrily at Voldemort, he felt the raging anger licking his internal organs, burning in the terrible hollow, and Voldemort, although he hadn't heard Allen's report here, had learned the information after he had looked at Harry a little, and he smiled with interest at Harry, a boy of high school age.

Dumbledore remained silent and did not speak, he pressed his forehead a little tiredly, and the street lamps in the park shone on his gray eyebrows, beard, and deep wrinkles, making him look like a statue of silence.

"The Ministry of Magic will arrange these misfortunes to happen as accidents, and the Ministry of Magic will allocate one gold Galleon for successful pounds sterling as compensation, and issue it to the relatives of these dead Muggles as compensation for reasons acceptable to Muggles. Alan noticed Harry's look and added, "I will personally provide some financial compensation for these unfortunate families..."

"If it weren't for the transfer of me, they wouldn't have lost their lives like this. Harry's voice was trembling, and he suddenly thought of a possibility - he shivered, his face turned pale, and he opened his mouth directly, and asked in a hoarse and low voice, "Alan... Are there any of the dead people we used to know?"

Allen, who had never worried about this problem, was stunned for a moment, and then understood what Harry meant, near Privet Road, many of them were their classmates or teachers in Muggle schools, and what made Alan a little embarrassed was that at that time, because of Dudley's relationship, many of those classmates regarded Harry as a weirdo and did not regard them as friends, but now Harry is worried that one of them will die because of him...

"I'm sorry Harry, we'll have to wait for further information on who died. Alan was stunned for a moment when Harry's question was asked, he paused to keep his tone calm, and continued with some sanctimonious attitude, "If there's any misfortune... I'll let you know as soon as possible. ”

Harry sighed deeply and looked at the tips of his shoes.

At this time, a balding middle-aged wizard ran in front of Alan panting, and said to Alan with a little excitement: "Mr. Harris, the live broadcast equipment has been properly set up, which can ensure that it will remain stable without being affected by magic. ”

The wizard didn't dare to look in Voldemort's direction at all, and after nodding to Allen, he ran back silently and quickly. As a media guy – although he was very afraid of the Dark Lord, the thought of being able to participate in the live broadcast and record a documentary of such a top-level wizard battle made his heart burn.

"Alan, get revenge on him for us!" Harry clenched his fists, regretting that he had been too lazy at school and hadn't practiced spells to make himself stronger.

"Harry, don't let hatred eat up your nature...", the silent Dumbledore finally spoke, and he put his hand back on Harry's shoulder, "Also, Alan... While I personally don't think you should take such an adventure, the British wizarding world needs you... I've noticed that Tom's breath and mental condition aren't quite right, and you better be careful. ”

"Albus, take Harry and stand farther away, and if you can, please help protect the staff on site, without the help of the Aurors I have little confidence in the shields they have made. Alan nodded to Dumbledore, then turned back to Voldemort, bowed slightly not far in front of him and pointed in the direction of the live broadcast, "Mr. Riddle, the TV station staff told me that the live broadcast is ready, do you still need to prepare here? ”

Hearing this, Voldemort's red eyes with two slits were brighter in the dark, and his surprisingly long fingers slowly stretched out into the all-black and even somewhat plain black robe, and pulled out a wand from a deep pocket, and his slender pale hand slowly stroked the wand gently from the head, his bright red eyes finally fixed on Allen, and let out a cold and sharp sound: "So, the boy of the Harris family, tell me... Has the live stream started?"

"If you're ready," Alan replied, "we'll start before we get in, and the TV station interjected this message when it was set up before, and now I think there's basically a family with Wizard TV... The wizards are all waiting to see this duel of ours..."

"Very well...," Voldemort's lips contorted into a malicious smile, "Harris, I will kill you in front of all wizards and expose your shameless lies..."

At this time, a large open space has been cleared in this small park, the facilities for children to play have disappeared, the street lights have also been temporarily moved to other locations by their magic, and various live broadcast relay instruments in the distance have been hoisted high, filming the situation in the field from various angles, and Dumbledore has just personally filled up a few super iron armor shields for them.

This kind of situation seems to be in the spotlight, and there is a hint of tension in the air.

Two black-robed wizards dressed in different styles of opulence and simplicity appeared at the same time in the park, they were about ten yards away, and they could appear so precisely not far in front of each other as if they knew exactly where the other would choose to start.

"Aha, young Harris...," Voldemort cried, his voice echoing through the park, "So, now how do we begin..."

"As we agreed. Alan nodded in reply, searching his brain for the spell he had learned, he didn't want the battle to end too quickly.

"You mean the two of us..."Voldemort furrowed his frowning muscles, and said in a louder accent than usual, "Duel until one side falls?" Saying this, Voldemort laughed, and Alan knew that the other party used magic power, which was enough to make the cultivator not enough to start fleeing in fear.

"Alas, Tom... Let's be a little less routine and a little more sincere. Alan sighed and pointed to his brain, "You know that this trick is not good for me last year, why do you still use it?"

"Call me Voldemort!" Voldemort forcibly suppressed his anger at the other party's routines and sincerity, and he shouted with a low face, "Little boy, you haven't answered my question yet, how do we start this duel?!"

"Okay Tom, I'm expecting us to start right away," Alan asked seriously with a smile on his face before the other party erupted, "Mr. Riddle, how about following the English tradition?"

"Hmph—" Voldemort's cold, shrill voice was played out simultaneously, his angry cheeks were now paler than a skeleton, his big eyes were redder, and the two slit nostrils on his snake-like flat nose were closed one by one, "That's best, let me teach you what wizarding traditions are called for this impudent fellow." ”

The two sides didn't say anything more, and Alan and Voldemort turned to face each other in the air and bowed, accompanied by the black mist on their lower bodies. They all do it so well that even the most demanding etiquette experts can't find fault with the angle of their bow.

It's just that the corners of Voldemort's lips are distorted, and there is an indiscriminate cruelty in his red eyes, and Allen's eyes are narrowed, and the corners of his mouth are smiling, but the disdain and mockery revealed by that expression make the expression of Voldemort on the other side even more hideous.

Voldemort then held his wand to his chest like an arrow, and Alan took out his own and the Great Arcanister's Staff that Luna had made in the past.