Living peacefully at Hogwarts - Chapter 363
stable?
nonexistent.
Dumbledore was not only good at calculations, but also dared to make a “bo wave strike”!
Now the Dark Lord has encountered unknown troubles, it is a good opportunity to do everything in one fell swoop, his old man is not willing to give up.
Moreover……
Thinking of the Horcruxes in his suitcase.
Dumbledore did not think that with Moody’s, the two would lose to Voldemort together.
“Moody, let’s go.”
The Magical Congress of the United States cannot be counted on. Dumbledore knew this very well. His only helper was his old friend.
He greeted Samuel with a gentle smile.
“Mr. Samuel, opportunities are often reserved for those who are prepared. If good luck is allowed to slip away, even Merlin will not be able to stand it.”
After a pause, he said solemnly.
“Moreover, I came for this reason. When the England Ministry of Magic did not arrive, my minister had to help them share some work.”
“Ah, this…”
Hearing this, Samuel hesitated.
As Dumbledore said, now it may be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Dumbledore is an internationally renowned great wizard with great strength.
In this case, then…
“Well, Mr. Dumbledore, you persuaded me. I’m sorry we couldn’t provide any effective assistance. May the power of magic be with you forever.”
Samuel sighed and saluted Dumbledore solemnly.
This is putting the mess of the United States on the shoulders of the old man in front of him. Mr. Chairman is so old and embarrassed.
“Don’t worry, we are just going to investigate.”
If Dumbledore could hear Samuel, he would be extremely ashamed.
Brother, this is actually not your mess in America, but a problem left over from the history of our England…
“gone.”
Seeing Dumbledore and Samuel talk endlessly, Moody’s face sank.
Are you going to find Voldemort?
“Mr. Musser, see you later.”
Dumbledore took the opportunity to bid farewell, and left with Moody’s severed arm.
Those members of the American Ministry of Magic and Muse could not help feeling inwardly as they watched where they left.
“Mr. Dumbledore, what a good man.”
…….
The wilderness of the western United States is seldom populated.
The sky was full of wind and sand, and the two people walked hard in the wilderness, staggering.
“Master, it’s really too dangerous this time.”
Relatively speaking, the taller one has the appearance of a sly eye.
He supported the shorter one, and every step he took, a few drops of sweat appeared on his head, which looked very greasy.
“Stop talking nonsense, this time I was careless.”
The short man said in dissatisfaction, a fierce light appeared in his eyes.
These two are naturally Voldemort and Peter Perudy.
After creating the Muggle slaughter, Voldemort’s power increased to a bottleneck.But he is still not satisfied, and wants to break through this bottleneck and reach a new level.
So he chose to start with the wizard.
But I didn’t expect that when he absorbed the flesh and blood of the unlucky ghost named Thomas, it was like the last straw to crush the camel, and the huge blood in his body was suddenly detonated by external magic.
If it weren’t for his cleverness, he quickly broke off one of his arms and let the violent magic power vent, now it is estimated that it will be blown into slag.
“Yes, Master, a moment’s care cannot change your great facts.”
Hearing that Voldemort was a little unhappy, Peter quickly changed his words.
Seeing the wind makes the rudder, but the fat mouse is good at it.
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Don’t think about it, compliment Voldemort to death and it’s done.
“Humph!”
Voldemort snorted coldly.
The current situation is a bit troublesome, but it won’t make him panic.
Even if his strength was weaker than before, he didn’t think there was anyone in this land that could threaten his life.
Is this how I can do whatever I want, but you feel helpless?
That’s cool!
For the first time, Voldemort experienced the joy of “Magic Lord”.
“Master, I have looked at the map before, and I will walk a while, there is a Muggle town in front…”
Peter did not finish what he said, but the meaning was very obvious.
Lao Fu, you are so empty now, whether it’s steamed or braised, hurry up and grab a few Muggles to make up for it, otherwise I will follow you like this, really feel insecure.
“Yes, Not Bad.”
The fat mouse is now like a roundworm in his stomach, that’s a clever.
Voldemort has the idea of replenishing himself with blood food. Muggles with “light taste (no magic)” are a good choice.
However, just as the two were about to start another killing, Voldemort suddenly trembled, and the expression on his face became distorted.
“No, someone is following me!”
“Ok?”
Hearing this, he was taken aback, and Peter shivered when he reacted.
“Then let’s run quickly!”
Don’t care who came, just Voldemort’s current half-dead appearance, scary, who knows how much strength is left.
He didn’t want to bury the Dark Lord in confusion!
“Don’t panic!”
Peter’s reaction made Voldemort quite dissatisfied.
The Dark Lord frowned without eyebrows, and a fierce expression flashed across his pale face.
“Even if I am still in a weak state, the trash of the Magical Congress of the United States can’t help me!”
He is very swollen.
Now the Dark Lord is used to rampant domineering.
Letting him escape will make him involuntarily think of the days when he was hiding in Tibet-that was the time he was least willing to remember.
“I want to see who is so desperate!”
His mind was determined, and the Dark Lord withdrew his one arm that was resting on Peter and straightened himself in the gale.
Not to mention, even though he is only 1.4 meters tall, he has the aura of a big man in line with his expression.
Seeing Voldemort “sick”, Peter started to cry anxiously.
But as the number one dogleg of the Dark Lord, the Dark Lord can’t go if he doesn’t go.
Now, he only hopes that the pursuit of soldiers will not be too strong…
“call out!”
As soon as Peter’s prayer sounded in his heart, two chasing soldiers appeared abruptly in front of him and Voldemort.
Seeing the other side’s appearance, the fat mouse was taken aback, and then realized the feeling of myocardial infarction.
Albus Dumbledore?
It’s over, it’s all over!
Peter rolled his eyes and fainted abruptly.
“Old thing, it’s you!”
Even though Voldemort didn’t faint, his inner shock was no less than Peter.
He stared at Dumbledore and the “crazy eye” beside him, and took a step back subconsciously.
Voldemort was staring at Dumbledore, and Dumbledore was also looking at Voldemort.
Whether it was white as jade without a trace of blood-colored skin, or the ominous fluctuations of magical power, everything said that Voldemort in front of him was no longer human.
The old man sighed.
“Meet again, Tom.”
