When the savior is no longer the savior

Be careless?With the Deathly Hallows? "

Dumbledore pointed at his fingertips lightly, his eyes behind the glasses flickered: "... yes, Harry."

A brief silence.

Harry leaned forward unconsciously, his elbows resting on the old, dimpled table. "What should I do, Professor?"

The golden-red sunset came in through the open wooden window, hitting the immature face softly.

Trust is written on this boy's face, and only trust.

Dumbledore stopped pointing at his fingertips.

He sighed softly in his heart.

The sun sinks into the distant horizon.Harry Apparated away.But the door of this single room was pushed open again, and it was Snape who had been staying next door since the beginning.

Snape's face was extremely gloomy, the corners of his lips were trembling, and he roared as soon as he entered the door: "Dumbledore, how could you let him do such a dangerous thing!"

"Of course I can," said Dumbledore calmly.

"He's still a student!" Snape exclaimed in disbelief.

"He's not," said Dumbledore, "at least not quite."

"So what?" Snape's face was full of anger, "You have a lot of people, a lot of people to help you! Why is the most dangerous and difficult thing always reserved for someone who is not yet 17 years old? child?—”

"Severus," Dumbledore stood up, "you didn't mean 'children under 17', but Harry, you've always been like this, thinking about him and only him—so Selfish."

"As for why I should leave things to him?" said Dumbledore loudly, "Because he wants to get things done, can get things done—it has to be done by him! Voldemort is more obsessed with him than you are." Imagine, Severus. In a way, there is no difference between now and then. Voldemort would have captured Harry, tortured him, and killed him if he could."

Snape's face contorted for a moment.

"You feel angry, Severus," said Dumbledore, "and that's why we must oppose him. The innocent should not be sacrificed, and no one has power over another's life! — and, Severus , if you still can't understand why Harry is sacrificing, you will go further and further away from him."

Snape looked at Dumbledore for a few seconds, but he slammed the door and left without saying anything.

At this time, Harry had just returned to Potter Manor.He rested in his room for a while, then went to Il's side, but found no one, and went down the stairs again. After answering Lily's "soon to have dinner" and James' "where did you go this morning?" , asked: "Where is Il? I didn't see him upstairs..."

"He's back at Hogwarts, team practice." Lily replied, "Honestly, Harry, I think you should be at Hogwarts now..."

Harry was a little embarrassed, scratching his hair and not knowing what to say.

James, who was sitting on the sofa, immediately gave Harry a "go upstairs" wink, and he rubbed over to Lily to attract her attention.

Harry took the opportunity to run upstairs and stay in the room. About 5 minutes later, James followed, but he was not in a hurry to speak, but motioned Harry to wait.

After a few more minutes, another person entered the room, it was Sirius.

Harry was a little surprised: "Sirius?"

Sirius smiled and gave Harry a hug, which flattered Harry.

James felt relieved, and he handed the letter to Harry: "Malfoy sent it. He said he would be a spy for us, but you need to go there."

Harry took the letter, he only scanned two lines before putting it down: "Malfoy had betrayed Voldemort before, and Voldemort was taking revenge on Malfoy." After thinking for a while, he added, "At least it seems so."

"It seems that no one can tell whether Malfoy is sincere or not." James hesitated, he didn't really want Harry to take risks, of course, if he wanted to, it didn't matter.

"But if Draco doesn't invite me..." Harry looked at James and Sirius.

"Voldemort doesn't punish a child, does he?" James asked Sirius.

Sirius said cautiously: "I can't say that well. Regulus said that Malfoy has not been doing well with Voldemort recently. I think this is a new experience for Malfoy."

Harry lowered his head and pondered for a while: "I'll go there. If I choose the place and time, it's not too troublesome to leave."

James frowned disapprovingly: "This is not a good idea, even if you are fine this time, what if he invites you again in the future?"

"Just so that Voldemort can no longer use this excuse to punish Malfoy." Harry laughed, "as long as he has some reason."

"I think this is a good idea." Sirius looked at James with great interest, raised his eyebrows and said, "Since Harry is the one who sets the time and place, it is of course up to Harry to decide how many people to bring, isn't it?" ?"

James suddenly understood, and simply said: "That's the deal." Then he didn't let Harry express his opinion, and he and Sirius leaned aside and muttered.

Harry vaguely heard a few words such as "How dare you break the door of my house...", "I want to see how those Death Eaters are..." He had a smile on his face, but his heart became heavy .

He was thinking back to the conversation he had just had with Dumbledore.

For the first time since fighting Voldemort, he had doubts.

He wasn't sure if he could really do well.

that sounds...

...not easy.

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*Revised the newspaper delivery route at the end.Privet Drive no longer leaps from Surrey to London.

*Revised Hedwig plot, Harry protested that he was only getting older and not even intermittent curve fluctuations in IQ.

* Revise the behavior of the ginger cat poking marks on Harry's magic robe and the plot of pushing Harry into the puddle in the last few chapters. The old cat said that as a normal cat, it would not put the head of the same kind in the water Of course, it will not cover footprints casually.

*Revised the full story of Harry conjuring food by magic.According to "Gump's Law of Elementary Transfiguration", food cannot be conjured by magic, not even a messiah.

All the above are detailed revisions, no need to re-read =w=

Face to face

It was a summer night, and the weather had become muggy, but the windows of Harry's room on the second floor in the Potter Manor were still tightly covered by curtains, and it looked as if the curtains were tightly closed without leaking any light. A "sewing spell" or "permanent sticking spell" was cast.

The black headlights on the ceiling cast yellow circles of light on the ground. The furniture is very new, and the furnishings inside are quite elegant, but the drawn curtains and tightly closed doors still make this room feel like a stuffy iron box—at best, it should be more refined. .

It was eight o'clock in the evening, and Harry was writing a piece of parchment in front of the desk. He scratched his hair in distress, scratched and scratched on the parchment with a pen dipped in green ink, and muttered from time to time, "It's so realistic." It's ridiculous!", "No, it's not this, should I use Save or Help?"

On the light green wall facing the desk, Krum of the Bulgarian national team is flying around on a broom with a sullen face.

Harry glanced up absently, didn't even see anything in particular, and turned to watch the time.

Eight fifteen.That means he still has half an hour.

Harry looked down at his parchment again, every word seemed so ridiculous to him, but... Harry sighed, not allowing the parchment to repeat the fate of its brother into the wastebasket by the desk, but He took out a new piece of parchment and began to copy word by word, neatly.

Afterwards, Harry carefully folded one of them up and stuffed it into an envelope, sealed it and put it in the back of the desk, and the other one was cleaned up several times until all the words on the parchment were blurred. Just throw it in the wastebasket again.

At about this time there was a knock at the door.

After packing up his things and checking his wand and other necessary items, Harry grabbed his magic robe and put it on his hand, and walked quickly to open the door: "James."

"Ready?" James asked.

"Of course," said Harry.They went downstairs, but the living room was empty, and there was no sign of Lily, "Where's Lily?"

"She's angry." James was a little helpless, and then he saw Harry's bad face, and comforted him, "Don't worry, she won't be angry with you for long." But if she is angry with me... James thought bitterly How much work it took to calm down Lily.

"I know," Harry laughed, "I just..." He paused, "I just don't feel right about Lily."

They have left the manor.

Only on a night full of stars and moons, James, who was walking beside him, suddenly put his arm around Harry's shoulders, and asked softly, "Why do you suddenly think so?"

Harry looked into the distance.The darkness covered things with a veil of mystery, and those beautiful and exquisite houses in the daytime looked more like beasts hiding in the shadows, dark and strangely shaped...

Harry looked away: "It's just a little emotional."

James put more weight on Harry's shoulders: "Harry, you know Lily is worried about you."

"I know." Harry replied.

"She's angry, she avoids seeing each other, she's mad at you, she's right to cry at you. But she didn't stop you, Harry," James whispered, but his voice was powerful, "Your mother She's a very straight person, and she knows what we're doing, and she knows what it means to do it, so she's never really tried to stop us, despite her anxiety—but," James' voice suddenly changed to He muttered, "I think she really doesn't want you to participate in these... Is that understandable? Actually, I don't really want you to participate in these, you are still young," he sighed inexplicably, "Lily and I were thinking, Just the two of us in this family; your Slytherin friend, little Malfoy, I don't think his parents would want him in either, if they really knew how to be good for their children..."

Harry didn't speak.

The two walked through the grove in silence, and walked towards the hillside not far away in the cold wind.That was the place booked earlier.

"Harry," James said again as he walked forward, "I noticed you haven't spoken to Snape lately?"

"Uh—" Harry was taken aback, not expecting to hear this question from James' mouth.He couldn't help looking at James, but under the protection of the darkness, he couldn't see the other's real expression clearly, and could only detect the other's entanglement from the intermittent, ups and downs of his tone.

—Yes, James is really struggling.

On the one hand, he happily felt that ahahaha Snape really wasn't good enough for my son!Harry finally found this out!But on the other hand, he speculated with worry that based on what he knew about Harry, it was probably not because he saw Snape's true face that Harry rejected Snape, but because something that in fact could not be called Things that get in the way, like feeling like I'm causing Snape pain, that I'm putting Snape in danger or whatever...

No...is that really the case?James immediately roared in his heart: What's so good about that bastard Snape!When I was a student, I robbed Lily from me. After more than ten years, I thought everything was fine, and then quietly abducted my son. Bastard, no wonder I didn’t like him at first glance. This is my intuition. !It's the prophecy talent that Trelawney's green dragonfly said! ——

"...James? James?" came Harry's voice.

"What?" James snapped back.

"I called you several times." Harry decided not to bring up the topic just now, and just pointed to the front and said, "Siris is here, let's go over quickly."

But James didn't forget what he just said. He glanced at the dark figure standing in the distance, and didn't pay much attention. Instead, he slowed down and said, "We just said, don't run away, Harry."

Harry didn't know how to answer, so he mumbled, "Nothing, just - um - some personal -"

In this case, break up, break up, break up, break up!James really wanted to follow Harry's tone, but in the end he restrained his impulse and explained in frustration and pain: "Harry, I love your mother very much, and I also join the Order of the Phoenix." I know the dangers, the chances of not knowing when it's going to go wrong - but I never thought of divorcing Lily. Lily never thought of divorcing me."

Harry didn't speak.

James waited for a while. He stopped and said half-jokingly, "I think we have the closest bond in the world, Harry."

Those words really pried Harry's mouth open.He also stopped hesitantly: "I just... don't want to force him to do something because of me."

it is as expected!James felt a tickle in his throat and wanted to breathe fire... Well, of course it was aimed at that snotlite!But the current situation is that the snot-nosed man is not in front of him, only Harry is in front of him.James said resignedly, "Very well, let me think...Harry, you know what happened when Lily and I were students?"

"Know something, what's wrong?" Harry asked.

"You know I once had a bad relationship with Lily, right? Of course I finally caught up with her." James was complacent for a while, and then said, "Why do you think I had a bad relationship with Lily?"

"Of course it's because of—" Harry laughed, but stopped mid-sentence.

"Well, it looks like you've figured it out," James muttered, "I had an affair with Lily because I was always chasing her, but the truth was I didn't know what kind of pursuit she wanted at the time... I wasn't really I know her well." He looked at Harry with deep meaning in his eyes, "Harry, what do you think?"

Harry put his hands in his pockets and opened his mouth, but said nothing.

James didn't continue either.He pressed Harry's shoulder firmly again, and took the initiative to walk towards Sirius standing on the hillside.

The man with black hair and gray eyes had been standing here blowing the wind for a while, he looked at James and Harry strangely: "What are you talking about? It's been a long time."

"Just talking." James shrugged and turned to Harry. "Shall we go?"

"Of course," Harry affirmed, "the timing is just right."

As soon as the words fell, they Apparated together.

At this time, in the house behind the big chimney in Spider's End, Snape was developing potions in the potions laboratory on the first floor.He hung his head, his greasy hair covered his cheeks, leaving only a gap in the middle.And looking through this gap, the originally dark and deep eyes were already bloodshot, and the corners of the lips that were often mean-spirited were also drawn down, making the potions professor look more indifferent and gloomy than usual.

Turn left three times and join the snake's fangs.

Pause for two seconds.

Make a half turn to the right and add the salamander's fluid when the fluid turns emerald green.

Pause for half a second.

At the first smooth spin of the crucible liquid add...

Snape's eyes were fixed on the cauldron.This is the No. 16 hour he stayed here, he already felt extremely exhausted, but the excited spirit and the complex emotions entangled in his heart prompted him to stand firmly in front of the crucible, brewing different magic pots over and over again. medicine.

1 minutes.

2 minutes.

half an hour.

One hour.

An hour and thirteen minutes.

Snape turned off the fire, he picked up the cauldron, and steadily poured the potion that exudes dreamlike brilliant colors into the crystal bottle that had been prepared earlier.

But at the moment when the potion was poured into the crystal bottle, the crystal bottle suddenly began to corrode from the inside, and then shattered with a bang, the liquid in the bottle began to flow and drip on the table and the floor, making a sizzle corrosion sound.

Snape immediately put down the cauldron, frowning and frowning, he flicked several times at the place where the liquid flowed down to clean it up, and then used magic on the other empty bottle to properly fill the brewed potion.

After doing all this, Snape blinked tiredly, feeling his eyes shake a bit.He knew he couldn't go on any longer and had to at least take a break.But the excitement that filled his chest was still clamoring for him to do something—anything—but it had to be done—do it immediately—

Snape knew where this emotion came from.Instead of allowing himself to continue brewing the potion, he walked out of the room, sat on the sofa, and got himself some food.

But in just one day, the cold stomach seemed no longer willing to accept food.Those hot coffee and noodles, after simply chewing and swallowing, suddenly turned into cold stones and iron, sliding down the esophagus and falling to the stomach, causing convulsive pain.

Snape continued to eat almost numbly.He didn't taste what his simple meal tasted like, and he didn't care whether his stomach was suitable for this dinner or supper.He was just thinking about Harry.He wondered what it was that had made them the way they were - it wasn't too hard to guess.

Snape thought.

Is it because of Harry's self-righteousness, or because of Harry's inexplicable fear, or because he sees right through him, sees through his mean nature, knows that no matter how beautiful his words are, he is actually selfishly indifferent to these things... Or maybe, Harry also knew, in fact, that he had vaguely thought about being like Voldemort...power or power, why not?

Snape covered his face with his hands.

No, it's different, it's been different for a long time, he met the kid, they got to know each other, they touched each other, and they finally got to be together - and now they have an even deeper bond - what did he really feel They are all satisfied, how could he deliberately challenge the other party's bottom line and destroy the relationship between the two?Even if he was really... attracted to those things.

They could have had no conflict.

Without Voldemort...

They understand each other, they tolerate each other, they both know how to restrain themselves, they stick to the bottom line and allow others, and they will not conflict.

As long as there is no Voldemort.

Snape leaned back on the sofa.

The excitement occupying his chest gradually subsided, exhaustion surged up, submerging him like a tide, and in this silent and turbulent tide, there was a cold, inconspicuous sharp reef that could not be ignored, straight into his chest.

As long as there is no Voldemort...

As long as there is no Voldemort...

He closed his eyes for a while on the sofa, less than 5 minutes.Then he stood up again and walked to his potion making room.

The night was deeper.

This is a factory on the outskirts of London that has been abandoned for several years.The weeds outside the factory grow up to the bend of the calf, and there will be rustling sounds from time to time at night, as if something strange has settled in the weeds.

Harry stayed in this abandoned factory building, a dim oil lamp was lit, and the dim light only illuminated Harry's surroundings.He sat on the improvised chair, boredly looking at the dial on his wrist, counting the numbers with the movement of the second hand.

A green fluorescent light suddenly lit up in the darkness.

Harry looked towards the light immediately, and after a few seconds he raised his voice, "Draco?"

The green light in the darkness trembled, and after a while, Draco, holding his wand, came out of the darkness.

He didn't seem to be doing well.Although the clothes and hairstyle were the same as before, the once proud Slytherin Platinum Chief's face no longer had that annoying complacency and self-esteem.He began to lower his head, staring more at meaningless dead objects, and his expression became numb.

Such a change does not make people happy.

Harry thought, and he was sure, that he wouldn't be too happy about it if El was here.They're all the same, maybe "bad" enough in some people's eyes, but never "evil".

Their souls are still clean.

Harry stood up, and he smiled: "What do you want me to do, Draco?"

Draco, still maintaining the 'lumos' on his wand, avoided looking at Harry and stammered, "I just - wonder, how you're doing... you know Malfoy's here I can be of help, I mean, I can ask Dad to help you clear up the Ministry of Magic, or bring you some news... what news..."

Harry listened quietly to Draco's words, and then replied in the affirmative: "I believe, Draco." He glanced at Draco's wand. "Put away your magic. There's no need for this here."

Draco's hands trembled, but he insisted on maintaining the output of magic power: "Harry, actually, I also... I have nothing to do, just want to ask you, what can I help, and..." He Muttering, "Be careful with him..."

Harry was a little moved.He smiled sincerely, appreciatively.Then he reached out and pulled the wand out of Draco's hand.

Draco froze for a moment, suddenly frightened, but before he could say anything, Harry took a step forward and whispered, "Let them in, it's nothing. You step aside yourself—"

Before he finished speaking, the door of the warehouse was suddenly violently knocked open, and many wizards yelled "Ravins is here", "Hurry up", "Don't let him escape" and other sentences rushed through the door!

Harry immediately finished the last sentence of "Be careful and protect yourself", then suddenly pushed Draco away, shouted angrily, "Malfoy, you betrayed me!" and then ran back without looking back.

James and Sirius met Harry in the darkness a dozen steps away. They both covered their faces and muttered to each other: "This is really not surprising." Sirius ran up to drag everyone, and James led and Harry ran back.

But many wizards also poured in from behind the warehouse, James immediately let go of Harry, shouted: "Apparate", and slammed his wand at those wizards.

During the noise, Harry used more energy to protect himself instead of destroying the enemies in front of him. He ran quickly in the dark, and the complicated terrain he decided on at first helped him get rid of most of the pursuers effectively. But there are still some wizards who are hot on his heels...

After another corner, Harry came to a very remote warehouse in a corner.The sound of running footsteps had already reached behind him, and he didn't have time to think about it. Harry opened the door of the warehouse with an Arahoo hole, and immediately dodged and hid in—

But the next moment, the dark warehouse suddenly lit up.

Harry squinted reflexively at the sudden light, but that didn't stop him from seeing the person sitting in the middle of the warehouse.

—Tom?Riddle.

— Voldemort.

"Harry, Harry," said Voldemort in a soft voice, seated in a high-backed chair, "it's a surprise that we meet again, isn't it? I think of you even in my dreams."

Harry turned around slowly, and he was face to face with Voldemort. He looked at Voldemort calmly, with no panic or loss on his face.

No doubt this annoyed Voldemort.But before Voldemort could do anything, Harry, who was standing next to the warehouse door, closed the door first.

Voldemort raised an eyebrow in amusement.

Harry shook his wand casually, and a series of sparks jumped from the tip of the wand.He smiled. "Again, the two of us, one on one." He responded with the same amused tone, "Why do you think I'd be afraid of this face-to-face? Given—"

"The battle at Hogwarts, I was the winner."

The author has something to say: Well, there are two rare 5S-level props in this chapter.

Parchment Received in the Table - Voice of the Redeemer: A very provocative piece.For some it may be priceless.

The potion Snape was brewing - Snape's curse: Don't taste me, don't taste me, don't try to taste me no matter how beautiful I am, you'll regret it, you really will.

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third duel

The abandoned warehouse fell into a brief silence.

Voldemort laughed angrily and contemptuously: "Harry, it seems that you have forgotten who let you go again and again twice before, I am curious, what makes you have such confidence- —" His voice dropped into a hissing Parseltongue, "Facing me like this, disobeying me?"

"You can guess as much as you want," said Harry quietly, his eyes following Voldemort's movements, his eyes fixed on Voldemort's.

Voldemort thought of something, fear flashed across his face.He sneered and said, "It won't be the Elder Wand, Harry. Dumbledore is not dead yet, how could he be willing to give you his life-saving talisman?"

Harry didn't answer directly, he said softly, "Don't think everyone is like you, Riddle."

Voldemort was furious, and with a flick of his wand, a big snake as thick as a bucket appeared in the air, bared its white fangs, and rushed towards Harry viciously!

Harry waved his wand immediately, and the huge chandelier in the warehouse fell unsteadily, just hitting the snake's neck.

The snake in mid-air disappeared. Voldemort waved his wand again, and stood in the corner. The crude fitting model stood up unsteadily, waving his arms, and walked in the middle of it.

Harry immediately tapped the lighting lamp in the warehouse, and with a bang, the light exploded, and the warehouse was plunged into pitch-black darkness.

At this time, Voldemort's arrogant laughter sounded in the warehouse: "Harry, this is what you rely on to face me? Deceit and lies? Do you think the Dark Lord will be easily deceived?"

The dark warehouse was silent, and there was no second sound.

Voldemort was not in a hurry, he said slowly: "Don't try the Portkey and Apparation. This place has already set an anti-apparition spell and restricted Portkey through the Ministry of Magic... I am a little curious, Harry... ..."

In the darkness, Harry, who was hiding behind the goods, frowned and tried to discern the time on the dial. He didn't dare to use a spell, and he could only guess the number pointed by the pointer with the little bit of moonlight coming in from the vent.

Voldemort's hissing sound continued, moving from far and near, making it impossible to tell his exact location: "...you don't seem surprised that I'm here at all, as if someone told you... ..."

Still silent, Harry walked carefully through the pile of goods, changing positions constantly.

"Is it Dumbledore? It's not surprising that he guessed this." Voldemort said, "But why did you come here? To die? He knows very well that you are not my opponent. He has repeatedly..."

Heavy footsteps came from the side.It is the dressing model controlled by Voldemort before!

Harry quickly ran to the side, but at this moment, something like a hook caught his back collar and pulled him back hard——

Amid the violent and frequent collisions, Harry fell to the ground. Even though he immediately added a protective armor to himself, the "Slashing Curse" a few seconds earlier than the protective armor still hit him hard. On the back arm, blood bloomed in the dark, and the wand slipped in Harry's hand, but Harry still tried to grab him—but the next moment, Voldemort used "wand flying" to gently lift it from Harry. Snatched from hand.

Harry didn't stop. He gritted his teeth and stood up straight. With a movement of the fingers on his injured arm, the same silent "wand flying" was already chasing after his own wand.But that only caused the still-flying wand to shudder once - and then it fell into Voldemort's hands.

Voldemort grabbed it, shook it with interest, and a transparent rope wrapped tightly around Harry's body and arms, sending him staggering to the ground again.

Voldemort used this wand to light up the warehouse again, and the dim yellow light dispelled the surrounding darkness. He walked up to Harry, directed at Harry, and gently finished what he had just said: "He used you again and again, haha Lee, it's a pity you always seem to—can't understand."

"I can tell who's helping me and who's hurting me," Harry replied coldly.

Voldemort laughed, and he gave Harry Cruciatus with the stolen wand.

The sudden severe pain made the scream rush out of Harry's throat before reason, but the moment he realized what happened, Harry gritted his teeth fiercely, biting down all the remaining weak voice Swallow it back down the throat.

Voldemort seemed in a good mood.He didn't pay attention to Harry's stubbornness, he just threw several "Cruciatus" at Harry one after another, and he stopped mercifully when he saw that the mortal enemy in front of him could really only fall to the ground and tremble.

"Well, Harry, I don't think we should waste any more time," said Voldemort softly. "It's been long enough, hasn't it? Since last time, with the Sorcerer's Stone of the first year," the wand raised Harry's jaw moved down his throat, "Since you were born...I won't make the mistake of last time," his black pupils flashed cruelly, "It's over, Harry , as the Dark Lord's long-standing enemy, I will make a specimen of your head after your death and keep it in the hall of Gaunt's old house. Everyone should know what happens when you fight against the Dark Lord."

Tortured by the Unforgivable Curse for a long time and many times, Harry's body continued to twitch uncontrollably. It took him a lot of effort to find his own voice—even though the voice was hoarse and broken beyond recognition :"it's all over?"

He raised his head, his face was pale, his face and forehead were covered with scratches, only those green eyes were still firm and bright: "No, Riddle, the matter has just begun."

"Just at the beginning?" repeated Voldemort, pointing his wand at Harry's heart, and said in a whisper, "I don't see what else you can do to save yourself."

Harry looked at Voldemort for a moment, then grinned, "You'll know."

Voldemort only returned a contemptuous smile, and holding Harry's wand, he deliberately said in a cold, slow voice: "Avada—"

A curse was suddenly shot at Voldemort from behind!

Voldemort disappeared in an instant.

The spell was shot at Harry, and the transparent rope that bound Harry was untied. Harry and the reappeared Voldemort looked at the entrance of the warehouse together. Many wizards poured in. Harry recognized the standing Dumbledore and well-dressed Fudge in the front, and then his eyes were stung by the white flash, someone was taking a picture-although it hurt like being crushed all over, Harry couldn't help crying The corners of his mouth moved and he laughed, he could almost imagine Voldemort's terrifying face.

"Riddle." Dumbledore appeared next to Harry. He lifted Harry who was slumped on the ground, and said to Voldemort, "We meet again. It looks like you are exactly the same as before."

Voldemort's lips twitched.

At this time Fudge called out: "Mr. Riddle, why did you appear here? Dumbledore, you said Harry? Ravens—" His voice stopped abruptly, apparently because he saw Dumbledore Lido helped Harry up, looking miserable.

"Of course, Fudge, Harry is here." Dumbledore turned to Fudge and said, "You can ask the Auror to come up and take Harry away, but before that, maybe we should pay attention to why Riddle is also here Here, was it because he was in league with the Ministry of Magic, or was he making good use of rights that didn't belong to him - arresting, torturing?