Chapter 342
"Is it me?" Voldemort laughed loudly, then pointed his wand at Dumbledore and shouted: "It's you! Dumbledore!"
"It's your distrust, kill him!"
The cold, high-pitched voice brings endless chills.
Hermione took two steps back and screamed, "This isn't true!"
"It's true, little girl." Voldemort liked to see their painful and helpless expressions, and swiped his red tongue across their lips, "I poisoned that arrogant guy with the most evil and painful poison. "
"Even I have to admit his excellence and his death brought me endless happiness."
He pretended to think and said: "Let me guess, he must have knelt down there and begged for mercy, begging others to end his life? The sunset was filled with his screams?"
Every word was like a knife, cutting into Hermione's heart.
She struggled to breathe and covered her chest with her hands.
Her best friend.
John, dead?
The most evil and painful poison.
Hermione's mind was filled with the image of John vomiting black blood and falling down, and her tears had already fallen.
Harry felt uncomfortable for a while, that John was actually dead?
When he saw Luna acting like nothing happened, he was startled and asked strangely: "Why aren't you sad?"
Luna blinked and said firmly: "John said he is fine."
She said it as if John could come back to life even if he died.
"Avada Kedavra"
In a moment filled with sadness, Voldemort immediately took action.
The preparation ahead of him was just for the moment of action.
Dumbledore turned around, his robe suddenly twirled, and disappeared from the green light.
When he reappeared, he was already behind Voldemort.
At the same time, Dumbledore waved his wand, and all the statues in the fountain came to life, and the witches rushed towards Bellatrix and Lucius.
Lupine, who had just run out, met Drogon, who had also just run out, and the two fought.
The centaurs rushed towards Voldemort, and Voldemort suddenly disappeared and then appeared next to the pool.
He shot a green light at Dumbledore, which was blocked by the elf statue that was being pulled towards him.
The golden wizard protected Harry and others, but there were too many people.
After Voldemort shot an illusory shot and cast a curse on Dumbledore, he raised his wandless hand and waved it vigorously.
The wizard statue flew sideways as if it had been hit hard.
Ancient magic.
Revealing Harry and others, Voldemort shot intense green lightning.
Harry and the others reacted too late.
Lupine was too late to rescue.
A white light penetrated the golden door from behind and touched the green lightning.
Taking the junction as the center point, a terrifying explosion shock extended out.
Blow people away.
There were sizzling arcs jumping in the air.
Harry and the others looked up at the people coming out with disgraced faces.
Above the luxurious robe is a silver mask.
When Voldemort saw the man, he screamed as if he had seen a ghost: "Who are you?"
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Chapter 370 I, the Fire Dragon
Silver mask.
That silver mask!
At this moment, everyone's eyes widened.
Even Dumbledore looked surprised.
The war of the century between the needle and the wheat has been temporarily suspended.
Their eyes focused on the person coming.
Six white masks and one silver mask.
The white mask wears a white cloak, and the silver mask wears a dark green robe, but they add a different air of superiority.
The stars on their chests are so dazzling.
As they walked in, everyone was focused on one issue.
who is he?
Voldemort's eyes were fixed on the visitor.
He knew that man was dead.
The enemy who once destroyed the Horcruxes, the enemy who led the bloody killings to force the Death Eaters.
That man is absolutely dead.
He can guarantee that.
That poison was poured with curses and evil thoughts.
It is the product of a curse, the embodiment of evil thoughts.
Even Dumbledore would die.
He is just a student.
What's more, the person he sent to poison him has already confirmed that the person who was found dead in public was dead.
impossible.
There was no way anyone could survive.
Voldemort, who had never panicked even when facing Dumbledore, actually had a trace of panic in his eyes.
That's a fake.
As he thought this, he suddenly felt confident.
Harry couldn't understand why Voldemort was so excited.
Doesn't he know Johnny Silverhand?
"who I am?"
Stopping, a light scolding sound with a smile sounded.
He tilted his head, giving the silver mask a hint of mischief in its mystery.
As his eyes glanced at the person who was waiting for his answer, two eagles sounded in the mysterious sky above the Ministry of Magic.
Silver Mask took a step forward, wand in his left hand.
He walked past Harry without moving his eyes to Harry.
"who I am?"
Repeating the question, he smiled.
"I am an apprentice and a pioneer."
He raised his wand, and the bright white light turned into an electric whip, which streaked across the floor of the hall, tied up the golden wizard statue, and hit Voldemort.
Voldemort raised his wand to block the attack, and a silver shield formed in front of him. With a raised hand, he turned the wizard statue into a cannonball and flew towards the silver mask.
"I am a seeker, and I am also a person who violates taboos."
The silver mask raised his hand, his right hand covered in silver, and cast a wandless spell to stop the wizard statue.
Many cracks appeared on the statue, and it eventually broke into hundreds of pieces and shot toward Voldemort.
Dumbledore also took the opportunity to take action, waving his wand and silently chanting a curse. Voldemort was impacted and the statue fragments collided with each other.
The majestic Dark Lord Voldemort has more than this, his bright silver shield blocks impacts and attacks.
After he struggled to break free, he flew into the sky.
There was faint thunder above the dome, making Voldemort look up.
Dark clouds gathered in the sky.
"I am the summoner of thunder and lightning and the ancient dragon whisperer."
The magic wand in the silver mask's hand fell from top to bottom, and a huge thunder crashed through the ground accompanied by ferocious lightning.
Voldemort pressed his wand against the lightning, causing his robes to flutter.
He grasped a ball of flame in his left hand and turned it into a huge fire snake fighting with thunder and lightning.
Dumbledore waved his wand several times towards the pool next to him, and the water inside hit Voldemort and enveloped him.
"I am the master who created the stars, and I am also the alchemist who searches for the truth."
A ball of white light the size of a basketball condensed on the tip of the silver mask's staff. He took a step forward and threw it towards the water prison like a throw.
Voldemort broke free from the water prison, his expression changed, and his wand pointed at the ground.
The bricks on the ground quickly piled up and turned into a wall, and were hit by the white light and turned into dust.
"I have my own following."
Silver Hand snapped his fingers, and invisible waves shattered the buildings around Voldemort.
The wand was raised and pointed at the falling wizard fragments, which turned into angry puppies and surrounded Voldemort.
Voldemort was furious and drew a circle around his body with his wand, causing all the puppies to shatter.
Dumbledore shot a sleeping spell, causing Voldemort to dodge.
"They call me Your Excellency, Your Excellency, and the Great Good One."
The silver mask stopped, like a band conductor, and kept pointing out the wand.
Each one seemed to become a living puppy, merging into a big dog and pounced on Voldemort.
Voldemort was so harassed that he couldn't defend himself. He opened his hands and made a sharp, cold sound that hit his soul.
The big dog was broken like a statue, and Harry and the others felt as if their heads were about to explode.
The glass in the Ministry of Magic was shattered and fell into pieces.
Bellatrix wanted to get involved, but Silver Mask glanced at her, and she met those eyes.
Her body stiffened, and part of her left hand began to petrify.
"I have eyes that are deadly and scales that can swim in fire."
Voldemort blocked an attack from Dumbledore and fired a green light at the silver mask.
"I have poison, a fire that melts all things."
The figure disappeared from the spot, and when it reappeared, the silver mask shot red light behind Voldemort.
Voldemort dodged the attack.
Dumbledore waved it around like a whip, and a thin and long flame shot out from the tip of the staff and wrapped around Voldemort.
Voldemort summoned the silver shield again and was walked around and tied up.
