Casting spells

Voldemort nodded approvingly: "A wise man's choice! I never expected that you, who are foolish and reckless, have learned to endure. However, swearing allegiance is not just a matter of just saying something, you need to show your ability and value."

"How to prove it?"

"It's very simple! Give Dumbledore a fatal blow in the back. He is now at the end of his strength and only needs a little extra interference to lose."

"You mean... let me ruin a fair duel?" Harry's face suddenly became ugly.

After all, magic duels are sacred in the eyes of wizards. Once anyone dares to break this customary rule, he will immediately become the public enemy of all wizards, and even become the object of ridicule and ridicule by others.

"Don't worry, there are only a few of us here, as long as Dumbledore can be successfully killed, it will not spread at all." Voldemort lowered his voice and bewitched.

"Okay! I'll do it!"

After hesitating again and again, Harry Potter finally made up his mind, raised his wand and aimed at Dumbledore, who was desperately resisting with his superb protective spells, and shot a dazzling green light.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"NO!!! Damn it! Potter! Do you know what you're doing?"

Accompanied by an unstoppable roar, the silver magic shield on Dumbledore's body was defeated by the Killing Curse, and his whole body was directly exposed to the continuous fireball...

Chapter 787 Resurrection

boom!boom!boom!boom……

No surprises!

More than a dozen oversized fireballs with a diameter of one meter exploded continuously within a few centimeters of Dumbledore, and the heat wave they caused could be clearly felt even tens of meters away.

When the orange flames dissipated completely, there was only a large black puddle left on the ground, which was the trace left by something burnt.

"He...he's dead?" Harry asked a little uncertainly.

"No! He didn't die, but ran away." Zhang Cheng shook his head and gave a negative answer.

As a butcher with blood on his hands, he could tell at a glance that those black things were just some charred clothes, without bones and muscle tissue.

"Run away? How come!"

Just when Harry Potter fell into a state of shock, a figure suddenly appeared behind him out of thin air, raised his wand and chanted loudly: "Avada Kedavra!"

moment!

The deadly green light hit the boy directly!

But before the death curse took effect, the ruby ​​ring on Harry's hand suddenly released a bright light, followed by a young girl who suddenly appeared in front of him out of thin air and blocked the fatal death curse for him.

In less than a second, the terrifying death energy took away all vitality from the body, turning it into a cold corpse.

After seeing the familiar face clearly, the "Savior" suddenly broke down and shouted: "No!!!!!!!!! Why! Why!"

Obviously, the one who was killed by the killing curse was none other than his girlfriend in love, and the ring was a birthday present given to him by Zhang Qiu on his birthday this year.

With a lot of negative emotions such as pain, sadness, anger, hatred, etc., Harry slowly turned his head and saw the true face of the murderer - Albus Dumbledore.

At this moment, the old man was not as prudent and wise as before. On the contrary, he exuded a strong dangerous aura from all over his body. Even if he killed the wrong person, he did not show any regrets.

"I swear! You will pay the price for this! Albus Dumbledore! I will make you regret it! What an unforgettable pain to taste!" Harry stood up and walked towards each other step by step.

He was like an evil ghost crawling out of hell, not only his facial expression was extremely distorted, but he also completely disregarded his own life and death.

As a saying goes, there is nothing more impulsive and irrational than men and women in love.

But before the boy could attack, the somewhat strange Albus Dumbledore sneered disdainfully, and then disappeared entirely in place.

"Coward! Why run away? Come back! Come back and fight me! Are you afraid?"

Seeing the enemy running away just like that, Harry Potter lost control of his emotions in an instant, and rushed forward like crazy, raised his wand and continuously fired powerful attack magic at the surrounding air, until his own magic power was exhausted, and he fell to the ground with a plop. He fell to the ground and fell into a deep coma.

For him, the stimulation he received today was too great.

First he saw the enemy who killed his biological parents, and then he witnessed his girlfriend die after blocking a fatal blow for him. If he had to use one color to describe his experience, it must be the dimmest gray.

In contrast, Ron, who has always maintained a posture of staying out of the matter, has no interest in participating in it from the beginning to the end, and just stands on the spot and watches coldly.

Just when he felt that the danger was over, Voldemort suddenly smiled and said, "My dear friend, may I ask, who is this child? Don't tell me that he is also your disciple."

"No, he's just an interesting test subject, and it's also a little surprise for you. If you don't mind, how about I host your resurrection ceremony?" Zhang Cheng glanced at him with a slightly playful look. With a glance, Ron offered to propose.

"Of course! It's my honor!" Voldemort nodded in agreement without hesitation at all.

Since the servants had already prepared most of the things needed for the magic ceremony, Zhang Cheng directly lit the huge tongs, and chanted softly: "Father's bone, I don't intend to donate it, it can make your son regenerate!"

A tombstone in the cemetery behind suddenly cracked, and a rotten skull flew out, automatically falling into the boiling pot.

"Your servant's flesh, donated voluntarily, can regenerate your master."

The unlucky guy who was lying on the ground suddenly stood up at this moment, gripped a dagger tightly, gritted his teeth and cut off his left hand.

"The blood of your enemy, compelled to donate, may revive your opponent."

Accompanied by a few drops of blood falling from Harry Potter's finger, the liquid in the tongs pot suddenly turned into nothingness white.

Normally, the magic ritual is over here, and Voldemort can be thrown into the tongs to reshape the body and soul.

But Zhang Cheng was obviously not satisfied with the well-regulated approach, poured the black solution in the glass container, and then waved to Ron: "Come here!"

"What do you need me to do?" the boy asked with a puzzled look.

"No, I don't need you to do anything, I want the power contained in your flesh and blood."

The voice just fell!

Zhang Cheng didn't give Ron time to react at all, he directly raised the supreme authority, shot a scorching high-energy ray, and cut off the opponent's left arm.

"Ah!!!! Falk! My arm!" The severe pain made the boy scream like a pig, and the blood couldn't be stopped.

Regrettably, Zhang Cheng ignored his intentions, threw Voldemort into the pot, and said to himself with a smile: "Next is the moment to witness a miracle! Come on! Resurrection! The history of the British magic world The greatest dark wizard ever!"

I saw clouds of thick black smoke constantly coming out of the pot, and at the same time, there was a red liquid boiling like magma.

For about two or three minutes, all the violent activities seemed to disappear at once, and even the thick black smoke gradually faded, and it didn't take long for a thin figure to finally walk out from inside.

Dark red skin, glowing red eyes, even a pair of sharp short horns on his forehead, golden sparks spew out from his flat nose from time to time, his hands and feet are long and thin...

Everything proves that the Dark Lord who once made countless people tremble has returned.

"Ah! This feeling! This brand new body! It is so powerful! Please allow me to express my gratitude, dear friend, I will remember everything you have done." Voldemort opened his arms and took a deep breath.