Hogwarts: I am Harry's Cousin

Chapter 472 467. Dumbledore’s End

Everything went very smoothly, there was no resistance in the entire Hogwarts, and the entire castle seemed to have given up resistance.

No, that can't be said entirely. It should be said that the only resistance is Dumbledore.

A group of four people successfully boarded the Hogwarts Observatory, where they saw Dumbledore who was so weak that he could only sit on the ground.

Yes, it was Dumbledore, Voldemort had never seen an enemy so weak that he had never dreamed of killing.

There were five or six Death Eaters lying around him, who were obviously defeated by him just now.

No matter how weak he was, he was still Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard of the 20th century. He only needed to move his mouth to recite a magic spell to defeat those Death Eaters.

Unfortunately, there were too many Death Eaters, and there was also Voldemort himself.

Voldemort looked down at the former Transfiguration professor, seeing that he could only lean against the pillar, so weak that he seemed unable to even lift his fingers.

"Professor Dumbledore, you didn't expect that we met again, and we met in this form. Now your condition seems a bit not good. Hehehehe."

"Would you like me to call the therapist at St. Mungo's Hospital for you?"

His tone was also unprecedentedly relaxed, and he even made a rare witticism.

Time seems to have returned to childhood, when Dumbledore and Voldemort met for the first time in the orphanage, but their identities were reversed.

He, Voldemort, was the one who had the initiative.

Then Voldemort's eyes moved to the Elder Wand in his hand.

His eyes immediately became greedy.

"What a beautiful wand, but it's just the wrong owner."

The Elder Wand, the Death Wand. A treasure that can control life and death, an artifact that countless wizards dream of.

But is it beautiful? To be honest, the round bump-like protrusions are bare and have no aesthetic appeal.

The most beautiful wand would have to be Hermione's vine wood.

For Voldemort, beauty is linked to strength. For example, the way he looks now, he feels very beautiful, much more beautiful than when he was in school.

If he gets this wand, coupled with his desperate strength, it will be even more powerful, and no one in the wizarding world will be his opponent.

When the time comes, Harry Potter, his destined opponent, will be just a matter of a curse to solve him.

"I don't think so, Tom."

Dumbledore leaned against the pillar of the observatory and said feebly that if he moved forward even half a minute, he might fall from it.

"Really? But it will be mine soon."

Voldemort was not in a hurry to take action. In his opinion, he was now sure of victory.

"Let me think about how I should play with my former professor, how about a duel?"

"If you lose, the wand will be mine, and I will punish you with the cruelest punishment, Professor Dumbledore."

Voldemort hadn't called Dumbledore professor for who knows how many years. Now he didn't feel awkward at all when he called him professor. He was always magnanimous to a person who was about to die.

He didn't wait for Dumbledore to reply, and said to himself: "What is the first thing to do in a duel? By the way, bow. Bow."

As he spoke, he bowed to Dumbledore and then looked at Dumbledore who was lying motionless on the ground and said, "Professor, you are so rude, but I don't care."

"Then turn your back to your opponent and each take three steps."

He said again, then turned his back to Dumbledore.

one

two

Before Voldemort could count to three, Dumbledore suddenly raised his right hand as if in a flashback, and pointed his wand at Voldemort's back.

It's just that he is fast, and there are people who are faster than him.

"Master, be careful!"

Along with a loud roar, dark green light illuminated the entire observatory.

"Avada eats the big melon!"

The spell hit Dumbledore in the chest, the wand fell from his hand, and he was thrown away. His body was floating in the air like a tattered rag doll, and he slowly fell on his back, directly above the observatory. Fall until it disappears from sight.

When Voldemort turned around, Dumbledore had already been hit by the killing curse and fell from the sky.

"Bellatrix! Who asked you to kill him?!"

Voldemort roared angrily, and the sound echoed throughout the observatory.

He hasn't even started torturing Dumbledore yet, and he hasn't tried new spells on him yet. How could Dumbledore die now? !

"I saw he was about to attack you, Master."

Bella defended loudly, she saw that Dumbledore was about to attack Voldemort.

However, Voldemort didn't care about this. He only knew that he couldn't kill Dumbledore with his own hands now.

"How could he hurt me with his weak body?"

"Or do you think I could be hurt by a wizard who is too weak to lift his wand?"

Bella hurriedly knelt on the ground and shouted in fear: "Don't dare, I have never thought about it this way. Master, you have to believe me."

Voldemort took a deep breath. Although he wanted to punish his servant, now was not the time to do so.

Anyway, by the time Dumbledore is dead, no matter what the process is, half of his goal has been achieved.

the other half.

"Here comes the Elder Wand!"

Voldemort shouted loudly, and then stretched out his right hand. The Death Eaters around him held their breath for fear of affecting Voldemort's spellcasting.

After a while, everything was quiet and there was no response.

"Here comes the Elder Wand!"

Voldemort shouted again, but there was still no response.

"As expected of the most powerful wand of all time."

Voldemort coughed slightly and praised him to cover up his embarrassment, then immediately yelled at the Death Eaters next to him.

"Why are you still standing there? Go find that wand! No matter what method you use, you must find it!"

"Whoever can find it first will be rewarded by me."

The Death Eaters woke up as if from a dream, screaming to go down below to be the first to find the wand.

At this moment, the door to the observatory was slammed open, and a disheveled Death Eater stumbled in.

After seeing Voldemort and the others, he shouted in an almost broken voice: "Crazy! Crazy! Those students at Hogwarts are crazy!"

"They defeated us and captured Rabastan! They. They were too powerful to be students."

Dudley stood up from his seat in the principal's office and chuckled lightly as he looked at the scene on the crystal screen.

The death of Dumbledore in the first act of the Death Eaters' invasion of Hogwarts has been completed, and now comes the annihilation of the Death Eaters in the second act.