[Comprehensive British and American] Einstein's male god

Chapter 190 Untitled

Voldemort admired Dumbledore's downcast appearance for a while, then raised his head and looked at one of the Death Eaters, the meaning in his eyes was very clear.

So Dumbledore was quickly lifted by two Death Eaters and tied to a wooden chair.

Voldemort took the blood-red bottle from Bella, uncorked it, and sniffed it under his nose. It was indeed the smell of unicorn blood. Without thinking about it, he turned around and gave it to a Death Eater.

Bella stared intently at Voldemort, eyes burning with ecstasy and fascination.

"A good show is about to be staged." Voldemort narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, hooked his lips happily, and returned to the sofa.

"Well done, Draco." Voldemort's eyes fell on the Perkin boy in front of him, "For this, you will get a reward, and I allow you to make me a wish."

Draco took a step forward respectfully, with a calm tone: "It is the honor of the Malfoy family to serve you, and you don't need any rewards."

Some people scoffed at such an energy of being neither humble nor humble, and some secretly ridiculed the stupidity, but no matter what, it was clear that Voldemort enjoyed it very much, and his self-esteem and vanity suddenly swelled up.

"My lord." At this moment, a man in a black cloak walked up to Voldemort and spoke in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

Although Winnie couldn't hear what they said, she saw the name Harry Potter with her mouth.

Before he had time to think about the content, Voldemort suddenly laughed wildly, "Bring them in!"

"Yes." The man in the black cloak bent slightly, then walked to the door of the house and opened it.

Then, two men walked in, behind them were Harry Potter and Alan Felton floating in the air.

Winnie was slightly taken aback, she didn't see this link in Margaret Swan's brain.

After Harry Potter and Alan Felton were tied to Dumbledore's left and right respectively, Voldemort waved his hand, and everyone stood to the sides, leaving only the three tied to chairs in the center.

Harry felt pain in his head, along with the scar on his head, and slowly opened his eyes as the pain subsided.

It was a very dark environment. He stared blankly at the snake-faced man sitting in the front and the big silver snake beside him, unable to function in his mind.

Harry remembered that after dinner, they were taken to the Quidditch pitch that had turned into a big maze, and then they were arranged to stand at different entrances, and they walked in one after another as the whistle sounded.

He first met Cedric, then fought a dementor, and then heard Fleur Delacour's screams, and it didn't take long to see the snail.

Not long after, he heard Cedric's scream again, and he ran over quickly, just in time to see the picture of Krum looking down on Cedric, knowing that Krum was attacking Cedric, without thinking, Directly shot at him in a daze.

Then, he teamed up with Cedric. The two passed many levels and finally saw the Triwizard Cup. Just when he was going to win the Triwizard Cup with Cedric, Alan appeared.

Allen glanced at him, then went straight to get the Triwizard Cup.

Then, he also rushed forward, and the two of them touched the Three Strong Cups at the same time, and each of them grabbed a handle.

The back of the navel seemed to be hooked, and his legs left the ground. Cedric fell to the ground, whistling and spinning, and finally they were taken to a cemetery.

Just as the two stood up, they were hit unconsciously. Before fainting, he saw two men in black cloaks and masks, holding wands.

When I woke up, this was the situation now.

"Voldemort?" Harry exclaimed after recognizing the man's face.

The snake-faced man didn't speak, but his face suddenly sank. Everyone else knew what was going on. Their Lord Dark Lord didn't like people who stayed with him the most. Voldemort, no one dared to use the word Voldemort. He yelled out in the face.

"You're not dead!" Harry's mind was in a turmoil at this moment, recalling the scene he saw before, it turned out that it wasn't a prophecy, but something that really happened.

Voldemort is really back.

"To be precise, I was reborn." The snake-faced man curled his lips, very satisfied with Harry's flustered expression at this time, and he thought it would be even better if he added a little more panic at this time.

"How come..." Harry said in disbelief. Although he grew up in the Muggle world, he knew that the dead cannot be brought back to life. Even Nile Flame can only prolong life. How did Voldemort do it?

Voldemort let out a chilling laugh, and said slowly, "Because I hold the secret of immortality."

"Flying over death, I am the only one in the wizarding world who can do it, not even your great white wizard Dumbledore." While speaking, Voldemort did not forget to glance at the white hair tied to the chair elder.

Noticing Voldemort's gaze, Harry subconsciously turned his head and said in horror, "Dumbledore!"

Dumbledore didn't respond even after shouting a few times, Harry growled angrily at Voldemort: "What did you do to Dumbledore!"

"Don't worry, he's not dead yet, he's just in a coma, but judging by the time, he should wake up around the same time." Voldemort said lazily with half-closed eyes.

Soon, his enemies will leave this world one by one.

Soon, he will master the entire wizarding world.

Soon, he'll be killing all the lowdown Muggles in the world.

When Harry was about to say something, Dumbledore and Allen on the side began to show signs of waking up.

"Dumbledore, Alan!" Harry shouted nervously.

Dumbledore slowly opened his eyes, and the slightly cloudy eyes gradually became clear after seeing Voldemort, "Tom."

The word Tom made Voldemort's already ugly expression even more ferocious.

"I told you not to call me by that name." Voldemort said coldly, his blood red eyes were like snakes, staring at Dumbledore.

"None of us can deny our past, but how much we hate it, but these pasts are ourselves." Dumbledore said meaningfully, and the implication was very clear to Voldemort.

He hated the name Tom so much because his sleazy Muggle father was also named Tom, and that was a shameful fact, and that was what he hated the most.

"But since you don't like it, I can call you Voldemort." Dumbledore said this again without waiting for Voldemort to get angry, "Now, can you tell me why you brought us here?"

Voldemort sneered as if he had heard some joke: "Oh, Dumbledore, aren't you known as the smartest white wizard in England? Do you still have to ask such a simple matter?"

Dumbledore did not speak, his expression was serious, and his sharp blue eyes shot at Voldemort, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

Dumbledore didn't wait for Voldemort's reaction, and continued: "The theory of pure blood is wrong, not only pure blood wizards are the most advantageous, but also the number of real pure blood in this world, you know, You can't kill everyone else."

"Enough." Voldemort pursed his lips, his snake face twisted slightly, obviously he didn't like Dumbledore's remark at all, "Let's stop talking nonsense, Dumbledore."

"This is not nonsense, but the truth." Dumbledore sighed slightly sadly, "I used to think like you, but after realizing my mistake, I gave up."

"It's the same for you, you still have a chance to turn around, before the mistake is irreparable." Dumbledore looked up, looked at Voldemort and said, "Let go."

It's just that Dumbledore's remonstrance will obviously not succeed at all, because for Voldemort, the theory of pure blood has been deeply rooted in his brain, and it is impossible to dispel it with just a few words from Dumbledore.

"Dumbledore, you are still as stupid as before." Voldemort smiled sarcastically, he inadvertently looked at Allen who had been silent all the time, and said slowly: "Differences do not conspire with each other, since you both choose If you stand on the side of the mochi, you are my enemy, and the easiest way to deal with the enemy is to kill it directly, you should know this truth."

Harry stared blankly at Voldemort, Dumbledore remained silent, and Alan looked calm.

"As your reward, how about I let you kill Harry Potter together?" Voldemort set his sights on Draco and Margaret, and his tone could not hear a trace of emotion.

Winnie glanced at Draco subconsciously, and found that his expression was very calm, and suddenly felt uneasy.

She couldn't let Draco kill Harry.

"Have you ever killed someone?"

Draco's words flashed inexplicably in his mind.

No, and she believed Draco hadn't either.

Winnie clenched her fists without leaving a trace, and just when Draco was about to speak, she took a step forward and said slowly: "My lord, I have a proposal."

Draco paused, everyone's eyes fell on Winnie for a moment, and the atmosphere suddenly became silent.

Voldemort half-closed his eyes, dragged his voice, and said in a tone that couldn't be heard: "What proposal?"

"I propose to save the lives of the three of them first, and then find a suitable opportunity to kill them with my own hands in front of wizards in the entire wizarding world." While speaking, Winnie carefully looked at Voldemort's expression and noticed that The other party frowned without leaving a trace, and continued: "I think this can better show your intimidation and strength, my lord. More importantly, it can severely attack those who oppose you, and watch their leaders and saviors die. In your hands, my lord, it would be better to destroy their hopes, make them serious and realistic, and obediently submit to your subordinates, my lord, wouldn't it be better?"

The author has something to say: I suddenly have the idea of ​​ending the next chapter, but it will definitely be a bad ending.

So think about it, let’s write it down QAQ