Chinese students at Hogwarts

Chapter 310 Tom Riddle and Dumbledore

Dumbledore?

This name seemed to have infinite magic power, and the Death Eaters became visibly panicked, and some even couldn't help but quietly walked out.

It looked like he even wanted to apparate away immediately.

Bellatrix turned around, played with her wand and stared at them fiercely. Her cold gaze was like looking at a pig waiting to be slaughtered, which made people shudder. Only then did the Death Eaters who were originally a little ready to move start to regain their composure. Stabilized.

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

In such a mood, Harry showed bravery. Even in the face of a siege, he still knocked down two people when he had to protect Petunia and Dudley. Only then was Bella disarmed and tied to the pillar again.

Having learned the lesson from last time, this time Harry's wand was placed far away on the communion table by Bella, and in addition to the binding spell, it was also supplemented with a petrification spell.

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

Because of Dumbledore, because he's here!

"Tom, we meet again"

Dumbledore said calmly. In front of him, a line of black smoke fell from the sky, and the diffuse black air condensed, revealing the figure of Tom Riddle.

The two faced each other from a distance, and there was no huge fight that broke out immediately. They just stared at each other with scrutinizing eyes.

One guessed whether the opponent was too old to lift the wand, and the other thought about how bad the enemy's brain was.

After a stalemate like this for a while, Dumbledore finally spoke:

"Honestly, I'm a little surprised."

Dumbledore stood there motionless, as if Voldemort was an insignificant person.

"What are you surprised about? Dumbledore, surprised that the great Voldemort has come back again? Surprised that he has defeated death again?"

Voldemort let out a cold laugh, opened his hands, and enjoyed the sunshine.

"Unfortunately, it's not Tom." Dumbledore's voice was very soft, with a hint of confusion: "I thought that after the past few battles, you would no longer take the initiative to appear in front of me."

Voldemort's laughter stopped abruptly. This trace of doubt made Voldemort feel extremely humiliated. Resentment and unwillingness appeared on his face, his scarlet eyes were full of resentment, and his voice was as cold as ice:

"Dumbledore, I'm never afraid of anyone!"

Although he said this, Voldemort couldn't help but think of the past few battles.

It was not a pleasant memory, especially the first official battle. He felt that he had surpassed Dumbledore, even though he was only less than fifty years old at the time.

Dumbledore's power seemed endless, no matter how hard he studied black magic and improved his power.

But facing Dumbledore, he still lost cleanly.

Dumbledore plus the Elder Wand played a role far beyond 1+1\u003e2.

But soon, Voldemort showed a sinister and proud smile again. He was not here to fight Dumbledore. Although he felt that he could not escape a battle, he wanted to know more about Dumbledore facing the questions he asked.

What answer would the old man give?

Voldemort laughed excitedly, even a little impatiently. He walked back and forth in front of Dumbledore, as if he was telling some little secret:

"Dumbledore, although your reaction surprised me, this time is different, completely different. Let's play a game!"

He waved his huge black sleeves, the wind blew past, and a small circus tent made of soil appeared on his left.

Voldemort looked at Dumbledore maliciously, like a poisonous snake:

"Here, I invite all the little wizards who go to Hogsmeade to come as guests————"

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

"And on the other side, Mr. Potter, his aunt, and brother are enjoying the warm hospitality-"

Voldemort licked his lips:

"Choose, Dumbledore, which one will you choose? Those innocent little wizards, or the Potters?

You can only choose one. If you save one, the other will die! "

Yes, this was the reason why Voldemort did not take action, and also the reason why he dared to take the initiative to appear in front of Dumbledore.

He desperately wanted to see Dumbledore crying and blaming himself because he could only save one.

No, no, no, I understand this old man. He is hypocritical and always preaches that set of love and equality——

But as long as I can see Dumbledore annoyed and in pain, that's enough!

Dumbledore paused slightly. He was still calm, but his blue eyes looked like the calm before the storm.

"Tom." Dumbledore suddenly said softly: "This is not like your style. Did your Death Eaters give you the idea?"

Voldemort suddenly felt depressed. That was it. It had always been like this. The old man was always so calm and had no unnecessary emotions at all.

But this old man was incredibly powerful. If it weren't for fear of Dumbledore, Voldemort would not have sent Snape as his internal agent.

"There won't be much time, Dumbledore." Voldemort did not answer his question, but waved his wand to create a delicate hourglass, which was suspended in front of the two of them.

The fine sand in the hourglass slowly slid down. Looking at the size of the hourglass, it only lasted ten minutes.

"If you still haven't made a choice before the hourglass runs out, Dumbledore, then both of you will die!"

Voldemort stepped back and conjured up a comfortable armchair that looked exactly like the one in the church.

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

It was still very meaningful. At this time, a huge cloud and mist happened to drift over.

The light on Voldemort's side was blocked, and the shadow cast was like night falling, with a dividing line between light and darkness lying in front of the two of them.

Dumbledore took out a shiny silver pocket watch and popped it open with a 'ding' sound, revealing the crystal dial and the photo stuck inside the lid.

A little Arianna is nodding slightly at herself in the photo.

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

ten minutes?

That should be enough.

"So the current situation is what I just said. This is the news from the main body. The little wizard, Harry's family, must choose one."

The young version of Dumbledore quickly told what happened. The time was limited. If ten minutes passed and no party was successfully rescued, then Dumbledore would have no choice but to take a risk.

"There is no doubt that this is a very difficult problem. I don't think such a vicious plan is the work of Voldemort."

The youthful version of Dumbledore paused and continued:

"This is not to praise Tom, but based on what I know about him, Tom should disdain to use the little wizard as a bargaining chip.

Because his ideal is to rule the entire wizarding world. If he kills young wizards at will, who will he rule in the future? "

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

"Ha! Then we still have to hope that the great Dark Lord will show his favor? We can't bet. What if he really kills the little wizard?

No matter which side it is, we can't afford to lose! "

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

The youthful version of Dumbledore sets his sights on Zhang Xiao:

"Zhang, you said that the young wizards were taken away, but there are not many Death Eaters over there, right?"

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

If he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have held his breath when he smelled the smell. If he took just one or two more breaths, Zhang Xiao would have probably collapsed.

"So we are divided into two groups. Zhang, you notify Black and ask him to find a way to notify other members of the Order of the Phoenix and rush to where Harry is.

Tom was resurrected there, so the number of Death Eaters gathered in the church must be the largest. "

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

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

Dumbledore smiled softly: "As for me - I assure you that Voldemort will not be able to leave until the safety of the little wizard and Harry is ensured!"

This is the best of both worlds plan that anyone can think of, but the key to the problem is how to find the young wizard and how to hold off Voldemort.

Dumbledore said that he could hold back Voldemort. Zhang Xiao had no doubts about it, but what about the little wizard? If it were thrown into a space like Newt's box where the traceless stretching spell was cast, it would be really hard to find it.

"Principal, where are the little wizards?" Zhang Xiao did not hold back his questions, and this was not the time to hold back questions.

"Oh - Zhang, the little wizards are going to Hogsmeade, and I have made some small and insignificant preparations."

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

“Hogsmeade prohibits portkeys, prohibits floo powder, can only enter through apparation, cannot exit, and prohibits flying.

All entrances and exits are guarded.”

"Floo fan? But Harry—"

Zhang Xiao came to his senses after asking half of the question. The little wizard who fell into a deep sleep packed up a box full of unbelievable props like Newt's box.

It seems that there is really no way to use the Imperius Curse in a comatose state. To use the Imperius Curse, the person must still be awake, right?

He immediately changed his statement:

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

Dumbledore nodded: "It should be there, but I'm not sure, but Severus has good experience in tracking this area, I think he should be able to find it.

Zhang, time is running out, I need someone to go to Harry's location and give the members of the Order of the Phoenix a mark so that they can Apparate past.

I'm sorry, I should be doing this, but I can't do it now, and I can't do it. The gap between Tom and me is actually not big, or very small."

Dumbledore did not directly let Zhang Xiao go, but explained the current situation very clearly and let him make his own choice.

If he came to place this mark, he could only place it not far away. To put it bluntly, when he and Voldemort really fought, who would come and who would die.

Unless the old man from Nurmengard returns to his prime, or Nicoléme is 550 years younger.

Of course Zhang Xiao could understand the difficulty and just nodded:

"I see."

Dumbledore in the portrait also nodded. Sometimes there is no need to say anything. Aberforth looked at the frame, then at Zhang Xiao, and said in a rough voice:

"Little devil, it's not shameful to be afraid. Who hasn't been afraid? I -"

"No, Aberforth, you know Hogsmeade better."

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

Yes, this time was indeed very dangerous. This was a melee, and it was normal for anyone to die in the melee. That's why Dumbledore didn't say it clearly, but just put the choice in front of Zhang Xiao himself.

In fact, Dumbledore's question has no meaning at all in Zhang Xiao's opinion.

Because he is Zhang Xiao, he has never changed.

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

After also heading to Diagon Alley through the uncontrolled fireplace, Zhang Xiao closed his eyes and compared the direction obtained by "Looking for Incense and Asking Directions" with his own location.

After finding the direction, he took out the silver 'Holadick Cube'. With the transformed light, Zhang Xiao's body floated lightly.

Two strange silver things slowly moved to their feet.

The modified micro-whirlpool shook slightly. In fact, a flying broomstick was a better choice, but the broomstick was not suitable for fighting, and his skills were not very top-notch.

Casting another illusion spell on himself, Zhang Xiao looked in the right direction. The vibration of the engine under his feet gradually became louder and made a sharp buzz. Zhang Xiao was like the Iron Man in the movie of his previous life.

With a 'whoosh' sound, it turned into a black shadow and disappeared.

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

‘Pa’ Wet water droplets fell from the bricks and hit the small puddles in the corner of the wall, which could be clearly heard in the quiet atmosphere.

An extremely unpleasant smell escaped from the bubbling cauldron in the dungeon.

"What the hell are you cooking? Shit?"

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

"This is something powerful!" Rabastan Lestrange grabbed a squeaking mouse and threw it into the boiling cauldron.

The mouse didn't even utter a scream, but quickly melted and boiled in the pot, as if it were made of wax.

Rabastan smiled proudly: "Dark magic potion, bone-melting soup. It is said that the perfect bone-melting soup can even melt dragon bones!"

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

"This is Lord Dark Lord's reward for your loyalty to me!"

"Hmm - Your Excellency also taught me a powerful black magic. Do you want us to change it?"

"Tell me first what your dark magic is -"

While the two were discussing quietly, they didn't notice that this strange smell seemed to have some special magic power.

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

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Fortunately, I caught up. I was out of town, preparing to attend the wedding of a good friend.