Harry's mind was blank at this moment, he didn't know why he appeared here, and then the fear between life and death suddenly came to his mind, his spine felt chills, and the back of his head trembled crazily, He wanted to struggle to get up and run away, avoiding the green light, but suddenly found that his legs were no longer under his own control.
Because of fear.
The scar on his head ached sharply. He had never felt such severe pain in his life. The wand slipped to the ground, and he covered his face with his hands, and fell to the ground with his legs bent. He couldn't see anything in front of him, and his head seemed to burst. Which direction did it come from
His pair of dark green eyes, lost in spirit and sinking into despair, reflected a dark green light that symbolized the god of death, and then the light spot became bigger and bigger, getting closer and closer, until it wanted to take his life away.
All of a sudden, the old trees beside Harry suddenly moved. The thick branches suddenly pressed down, flexibly bent, circled, and drew an elegant arc, shoveling from Harry's body with incomparable precision. However, the flexible branch rolled him into the air, and the whole movement was done in one go, helping Harry escape the fatal blow.
Harry was suspended in this way, half suspended in the air. At this moment, his pain eased a little, and then he saw the situation on the ground clearly with some dim light.
He found that he was now in a large cemetery, surrounded by tall and short tombstones of different styles, which seemed to be made of marble.
He was hanging upside down, looking down at the tombstone in front of him. He struggled to identify the content carved on it: It was written neatly with himself: Tom Riddle.
Only then did he feel that his vision had completely recovered.
Then he saw a man with a face paler than a skeleton standing not far away, with two big red eyes, a nose as flat as a snake's, and two thin slits for nostrils...
This was the man who had appeared countless times in his sleep—Voldemort.
And this man was looking at him with a smirk at this moment, as if a green light would shoot out from the tip of this man's staff in the next moment, shooting straight at him without any hesitation, taking his life away.
"I want to calm down..." Harry told himself desperately, trying to calm down his blank mind and regain the ability to think.
"I'm not dead now, I've survived Voldemort again." He had to get his thoughts straight in his head and accept the reality.
"Who saved me?" Harry thought, and then looked into Voldemort's eyes. This man not only looked at him carefully, but also kept scanning the other end of the cemetery from the corner of his eye. His scarlet eyes were full of fear. .
Harry tilted his head for a glance, and saw a tall figure standing quietly not far away, wearing a flowing silver wizard robe, and a knee-length silver beard fluttering in the wind.
That wizard robe was Dumbledore's formal attire for the Triwizard Tournament today, and Harry guessed that only Dumbledore could save him from Voldemort.
Because that's the only person you-know-how is afraid of.
Well, Hagrid admires Dumbledore very much, so he often said that to Harry, and others always said that Hogwarts at that time was the only pure land that suffered from Voldemort's reign of terror. Now, he didn't dare to step into the Hogwarts campus.
"Dumbledore, what should you do now? Maybe you have encountered a problem. On the premise of ensuring the safety of this boy, you still fight me like this?" Voldemort said proudly, stroking his purple stick The cedar wand, as if he had the upper hand now.
Of course, this is just a means by Voldemort to disturb Dumbledore's mentality.
Harry took this opportunity to secretly look at everything around him. Only then did he see that there were many people with black hoods lying around Voldemort, looking embarrassed and not showing their faces.
And there was a short man without a hood. His left hand seemed to have been cut off by a knife, exposing blood vessels. The man was also in a coma at the moment, and Harry had no doubts about the fact that the man's blood would die if he continued to bleed.
Harry recognized who it was, it was Peter Pettigrew, he was very impressed with this man, he deceived himself, and almost made fun of everyone in the applause, but in the end the conspiracy was revealed, and it seemed that he could only He surrendered to Voldemort's hands.
"Harry, protect yourself." Dumbledore's voice lowered and he reminded solemnly, but he didn't turn his head back. The old voice came through the air, along with several crows' cries in the night sky. into Harry's ear.
If Harry could see Dumbledore's face, he would have found that Dumbledore's usual smiling expression had long been lost, and his face was serious, and there was no spark of joy under the half-moon-shaped lens. Instead, it is full of vigilance and prudence.
No one can take Voldemort's hand lightly.
Unobtrusively, the old man shook the wand in his hand slightly.
Then the branch seemed to be alive, and gently lowered Harry back to the ground.
The loose sand and stones under Voldemort's body suddenly began to condense at this time, and he was ready to attack.
In a blink of an eye, the mud and sand gathered into a tall and tangible sand snake, spitting out the letter vividly, twisting and arching its body, as if it was ready to kill the opponent at any time.
Voldemort is well aware of the current gap in strength between the two.
Not to mention that Dumbledore would be older than him and have more experience than him. If it weren't for Dumbledore's bottom line and scruples, he would be even more disadvantaged.
Of course, this is also the point that he has always looked down on Dumbledore. In order to win, he has to do whatever it takes, but this sanctimonious old guy "dare not" and "will not" use those forbidden spells.
However, even if Dumbledore is "hands-on" to the extreme in his eyes at the moment, he is still an extremely powerful opponent.
He has just been resurrected, and his current body has not yet returned to its full strength.
All of this is because—the perfect resurrection he expected has gone wrong.
Thinking of this, Voldemort clenched his slender and pale fingers, restraining himself to hide his extreme anger, but even though he was furious now, he still had to calm himself down and face the powerful enemy in front of him.
Unnecessary anger will only make you make mistakes and let the enemy seize the opportunity.
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