"Tom, you still haven't realized the real path to take." Dumbledore said slowly.
"Waste of lips and tongue." Voldemort gave Dumbledore a mocking look, and waved the wand in his hand wildly. The target was not Dumbledore, but Harry Potter, who was still dizzy and didn't know what happened. special.
"Look, hypocritical you have to accept the burden of this oil bottle, without him, our battle would have ended long ago, I will be caught by you, and you will get me into the Ministry of Magic as you wish, yes I will judge."
"But now, you have to protect this useless boy who is even holding you back." Voldemort laughed wildly.
"If you understood the meaning and power of sacrifice, you might not have said that, and you would not have lived through the ten years when people are not as good as ghosts." Dumbledore said coldly.
It hit Voldemort right in the foot, and his laughter stopped abruptly.
At the same time, he saw that Harry dodged all of his death curses without exception. The flexible and nimble branch threw Harry briskly, and another tree caught him, and the tree was beaten instantly. It was riddled with holes, but Harry himself was unscathed.
This made it difficult to find a trace of blood on Voldemort's already pale face.
When this is just the appearance he pretended to paralyze the opponent's behavior.
With a tenacious mind, he certainly will not be discouraged by being temporarily disadvantaged in battle, and his desire to survive is beyond imagination.
A tree behind Dumbledore suddenly began to turn into sand, and suddenly turned into a sand snake, which jumped over without a trace of hesitation, and only rushed behind Dumbledore.
"Professor Dumbledore, be careful behind you!" Harry shouted, the wand he was still holding tightly in his hand just now did not know where to throw it, and he could only look helplessly at Dumbledore's defenseless back Being attacked, the only thing you can do is to sound a reminder.
The Sand Snake bit off Dumbledore's head in one bite, and chewed it humanely in confusion, only to find that the material was so similar to its own body structure.
This is a fake, and the Sand Snake who has no IQ can't realize it, but of course the master who manipulates him won't.
Dumbledore, who had only a half of his body left, suddenly turned into a plate of loose sand, scattered around, and then the old man suddenly appeared from behind a tall cross amidst Harry's surprise shouts.
Voldemort didn't seem disappointed either. If such a simple sneak attack could work, the old man wouldn't be the only person he feared.
Staring at Dumbledore beside the cross, Voldemort began to analyze the current situation.
His strength is now far inferior to the peak period, but compared to this, this annoying old man has a deeper understanding of magic.
For more than ten years, the old man seemed to have never let up.
This made Voldemort feel a little fear.
However, today's duel is not based on the strength of a person. If Dumbledore's series of blockade restrictions made him embarrassed, then all the advantages are after the arrival of Harry Potter. It fell apart.
Even if his own strength declines, under such circumstances, Dumbledore will certainly not be able to devote himself fully to the battle.
And what about this group of not-so-loyal Death Eaters
No need to bother, maybe they need some punishment, let them be imprisoned in Azkaban, feel the despair brought by the dementors, make them miss Voldemort for good.
Voldemort, who was not well-informed, didn't know that when he planned his comeback, the reliable ally he should win was no longer loyal to the Ministry of Magic, and he was no longer the guardian of Azkaban.
Then, he felt that there was good news, that maybe there was no betrayer, or that the person who betrayed Dumbledore didn't know more information.
If this old man knew everything, he would have stayed here early, and then defeated the enemy with one blow when he was weakest, um... There will be a large number of Aurors following him, even if the Ministry of Magic doesn't believe Dumbledore's whimsy at all According to the saying, this old man can still pull up the banner and gather a lot of people.
but! So far, Dumbledore and his battle are still lonely, the old lady is not there, and the little man who is good at dueling is not there.
Those two wizards were still recognized by Voldemort as existences of strength. If he had a wizard of this level interfering with him when he was fighting Dumbledore, he would definitely be at a disadvantage.
"Bella, Dolokhov." I'll get you out soon. Voldemort missed those loyal subordinates more and more. They were strong, capable, loyal, and fanatical worshipers of him.
The plan to attack Azkaban was already planned by him, and once he regained his power, he would expand his power.
Voldemort continued to think.
The arrival of this so-called savior confirmed his guess even more.
He didn't believe that Dumbledore would make such a low-level mistake. After knowing everything, he let the savior come here and became his stumbling block and dragged the oil bottle.
There is only one explanation, the information he got was inaccurate, which led to his mistake.
"Harry, pay attention to your surroundings," Dumbledore said in a deep voice.
It was only then that Harry realized that the tree trunks around him turned into snake heads, attacking towards his neck.
He had already returned to the ground at this time, and retrieved his wand from the mud, barely regaining some ability to protect himself.
"There are many obstacles!" Harry said tremblingly as he pointed his wand at the speeding snake heads.
The snake head stopped immediately.
Cruciatus!
Voldemort showed a strange smile, as if this sneak attack was about to succeed.
He decided to keep attacking the boy, and forced Dumbledore to protect him.
Well... he even dropped the Death Curse at this point.
If he still wanted to escape from Dumbledore's oppression, a living Potter would be more useful than a dead Potter.
The former could distract Dumbledore, while the latter would drive the old man into anger and madness, which might be even more difficult to deal with.
Harry Potter could be killed later, but every one of Voldemort's lives was precious.
Before Dumbledore could cast his spell, the boy's body began to move.
"Armor protection!" Harry raised his wand hastily, and said towards the vicious spell.
This was one of the special training Hermione gave him before the game.
An astonishing thing happened, and the influence of the two spells suddenly disappeared in the air, as if they had never appeared before.
Immediately afterwards, two thin golden beams shot out from the tips of their respective sticks.