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In order to survive, he became bald, in order to survive, he lost his nose, in order to survive, he lost his body.

He was just a weak, pitiful, helpless soul, but Dumbledore actually attacked his fragile soul. The most disgusting thing was that he attacked him so hard!

Are you going to fight him to the death?

Damn Dumbledore! You are simply my lifelong enemy!

Wait, by the way, where is Dumbledore?

Voldemort suddenly realized that as his lifelong enemy, Dumbledore's favorite thing to do was to defeat himself, and then slowly said, "Tom, you know, violence cannot solve all problems."

God, violence cannot solve all problems!

If you have the ability, don't be so heavy-handed when you strike!

You must know that Dumbledore has more magic power than the Dark Lord. To be specific, he can make five fireballs at one time, while Dumbledore can make eight at one time.

The gap is still huge.

Of course, the wizarding world does not have anti-magic settings like fireball, so what Dumbledore relied on to repel Voldemort was not a fire spell, but a repel spell.

No skills are required, just mix your own magic power into the curse and smash it out when you recite the curse!

Before this time, Dumbledore will start to cheat, relying on his magic power, like an old naughty boy with powerful power, throwing stones at those middle-aged people, and it will still hurt if they hit them. That kind of thing.

"Damn Dumbledore!" The more Voldemort thought about it, the angrier he became. Even though Dumbledore was not in front of him at this time, he still wanted to kill that hypocrite.

The greatest white wizard is a bastard full of conspiracy!

Voldemort felt like a balloon that had been inflated with too much gas and was about to explode if it caught fire.

"No, why isn't Dumbledore here?" Voldemort asked suddenly.

The Silent Man, who was bragging about the immortality of the soul with him, gave him a puzzled look, "Are you really Voldemort? Why are you so closed to the news?"

Voldemort raised his eyebrows, sensing something was wrong.

"Of course I am Voldemort." Mr. Tom raised his head and said proudly, "I am a pure descendant of Slytherin. Even in Hogwarts, I am a noble bloodline."

"Oh." The silent man scratched his head, a little confused, "What's the use of having noble blood?"

Voldemort glared at him dissatisfied, "Are you a fool? The purer the bloodline of a wizard family, the stronger their magic talent. Isn't this natural?"

The silent man nodded in understanding, "So that's it. As expected of Voldemort, does he know this kind of thing clearly? By the way, this may also be a subject. The purer the blood, the higher the talent? Hmm? , from my personal point of view, this is wrong.”

He explained eloquently, "You must know that since the argument of blood is generally rejected, it means that too pure wizard blood will definitely have problems that we can't understand, such as inbreeding diseases, deformities or... Other things, you know..."

He shrugged, "Of course, there is another way: someone who is physically healthy but has mental problems, is irritable or is born with a slow reaction time."

As he spoke, he paused, as if thinking about something, and then Voldemort heard him say, "Just like the Gaunt family."

Voldemort's pupils shrank, and a murderous intent erupted from his body.

"Wow, wow, wow." The silent man screamed, "Such a terrifying murderous intention, but even if you want to kill me, it's impossible."

He pointed at the stainless steel iron bars next to the hospital bed. Voldemort squinted his eyes and saw strange lines carved on them.

"Did you see it? This is a new magic." The Silent Man introduced, "This kind of thing is usually placed in various scientific research places, such as family research rooms, or our Department of Mysteries. Its main function is to trap those Large magical creatures.”

Voldemort was stunned for a moment, then became furious.

What did this bastard say? Trapping a large magical creature? Then isn't he scolding himself as one of those mindless magical creatures?

For a moment, Voldemort's eyes turned red.

This was the first time since he became famous that someone dared to insult him in person.

"Very good, very good." Voldemort sneered, "You successfully attracted my attention, Silent Man."

The silent man lowered his head and said with some embarrassment, "Ah, really? I thought you wouldn't notice me until I started doing research."

Voldemort had a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat and didn't know whether to spit it out.

The silent man seemed to have not seen it, and happily introduced his research, "As you can see, my research object is the human soul. Of course, I have made some progress now. Don't worry, as long as I do it every year If you can fool the Ministry of Magic, funds and other things will come in a steady stream. Hey, how can you fool other wizards? How could I do that kind of thing?!"

Seeing that the wizard was still chattering, Voldemort wanted to plug his mouth with something. Unfortunately, the Voldemort lying on someone else's experimental table was not the Dark Lord, but an ordinary experimental subject.

"Speaking of which, if the soul is injured, will it bleed?" The silent man asked curiously.

Voldemort said angrily, "Shouldn't you ask Headless Nick about this kind of thing?"

The ghost of Gryffindor is known as "Nearly Headless Nick".

Yes, he was just nearly headless, not headless.

Nick was beheaded, but what was more unfortunate was that during the execution, the ungrateful executioner discovered that the ax for beheading had been forgotten!

There was no other way. It was obviously no longer suitable to sharpen the ax at this time, so the executioner had no choice but to bite the bullet.

Forty-five blows, exactly forty-five blows, before the ungrateful executioner chopped off Sir Nicholas' head. At this time, poor Nick finally died, but when he died, some of his head was still stuck to his neck. , not completely chopped off.

The executioner didn't know whether he was guilty or afraid, so he disposed of his body hastily. From then on, Nick could no longer join the headless hunter team, because he was not a hunter whose head and body were separated.

Probably because his death experience was a bit long and bloody. It is said that when Nick first came to Hogwarts, blood was constantly flowing out of his neck, which looked very scary.