Chinese students at Hogwarts.

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>2.

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, which popped 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: