Chapter 515 The Dark Lord Arrives
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Nian Gao Pei Ma Tuan
The sound of chaotic footsteps broke the silence of the black corridor. Glenn quickly turned around and closed the door with a bang.
Two or three magic spells hit the door and the wall hard, and dust fell down.
"What should they do?" Harry knew that he was the key. He was standing in front of the elevator and pressing the door button continuously, but he still couldn't help asking.
Glenn waved his hand to seal the door and quickly came to the elevator door.
"Don't worry about them, just make sure you get out safely, they can always find a way out."
"Department of Mysteries."
The old-fashioned elevator stopped slowly, making a tooth-breaking friction sound. The cold female voice sounded again. Four people filed in and pressed the button representing the floor of the Ministry of Magic hall.
The fence door slid gently and closed in front of everyone's eyes.
The friction of the chain sounded, and the elevator slowly ascended. Before his vision was completely blocked, Glenn saw a burst of fire at the end of the corridor, and the black door exploded with a loud roar.
"Hurry up!" Dolohov shouted wildly, with a hint of fear that the mission might fail.
The elevator stopped quickly, and the hall was silent, except for the sound of the gurgling water from the fountain.
Through the gap in the fence door, it was still dim, as if the golden runes on the ceiling were a little dimmer than before.
"Don't move!" Glenn suddenly stopped Harry who was about to go out.
This was a feeling I had experienced before, much stronger than when I faced Patricia.
If I had to find a metaphor, it would be like "Peter's sudden shock" in the movie.
The sense of crisis, an unprecedented sense of crisis, was enough to make his heart palpitate to the point where he could hardly breathe.
Under the blank gazes of the trio, he squinted his eyes, raised his wand, and shot a stun spell into the dark depths in the distance.
The space fluctuated slightly, and a weak but extremely evil breath of black magic spread out. The red light of the coma spell was like a mud cow entering the sea, and disappeared in the darkness in an instant.
"This..." Harry looked back at Glenn with doubts in his eyes.
Glenn shook his head slightly and said in a deep voice: "He's here..."
As if to confirm his words, suddenly a burst of black smoke filled the air and a voice sounded.
"Hey hey..."
Of course, this was just the first reaction in Glenn's mind when he saw Voldemort's snake face.
"It seems... I underestimated you." Voldemort's narrow eyes flashed red and his voice was hoarse, "In other words, I underestimated you - Glenn Ollivander."
"Voldemort!" Anger appeared on Harry's face.
Glenn once again stretched out his hand to pull him behind him, took a deep breath, and put on a smile: "It turns out that His Highness the Dark Lord is here. We have been looking at him for a long time..."
Voldemort: ? ? ?
Harry: ? ? ?
Voldemort was stunned for a second, then recovered quickly and showed an "evil" smile: "Oh? In this case, why don't you hand over Harry Potter behind you? Maybe I can give you a chance and allow you Be my most loyal servant."
"Really?!" Glenn looked surprised and rubbed his hands, looking very moved.
After years of practice, his acting skills have completely surpassed Lockhart's level. Even Voldemort thought it was his domineering aura that overcame the heir of the Ollivander family.
There is no doubt that for the Death Eater camp, the support of the Ollivander family is even more valuable than the two or three Malfoy families combined.
Hermione and Ron looked at each other and saw each other's fear.
"Glenn, you..." Hermione hesitated and couldn't help but speak, but was interrupted by Harry without hesitation.
He stood up and blocked Glenn behind him, and said loudly: "I know what you want, Voldemort, let them go, and I will follow you!"
"Oh?" Voldemort raised the corners of his mouth and showed a typical villain smile: "To be honest, Harry, apart from the prophecy ball in your hand, at this moment, I am more interested in your 'wise' friend. How about that? In this way, you hand me the crystal ball and I allow you to extend your short life a little longer. As for Glenn, he will have the opportunity to explore a greater magical world. How about this deal?"
"I'm really sorry, dear Mr. Dark Lord." Glenn pulled Harry behind him again, "Although I am very interested in your proposal, unfortunately I can't help myself. After all, I don't really want to be like you. That ghostly look..."
A few seconds ago, he felt a soft breath coming, dispelling the previous chill.
Apparently, Dumbledore was nearby.
As soon as these words came out, no matter how unclear Voldemort's mind was, he still couldn't see that Glenn was just stalling for time.
"Who gave you the courage to tease the great Dark Lord?" Voldemort's expression was distorted with anger, and his voice was a bit sharper.
"If nothing else happens, it should be me, Tom." A ray of white light spread out as softly as water, dispersing all the black mist that had spread around them from unknown time.
"It's you... Dumbledore..." Voldemort said viciously through his teeth, almost word for word.
"To be honest, Tom, it's probably not a wise choice for you to come here tonight." Dumbledore kept a calm smile, "The Aurors will be here soon."
The Dark Lord has always been a decent person, and even if he doesn't have any advantage now, he still can't lose his momentum.
He straightened his body and said proudly: "Before that, Dumbledore, I have already killed you and left calmly with the prophecy ball."
After he finished speaking, without any sense of martial ethics, he instantly pulled out his wand, raised his hand and shot a killing curse at Dumbledore.
Dumbledore's skills were not at all in line with what he should have been for his age, and his agility was not inferior to that of young people.
Glenn barely noticed his movements before he saw the dazzling green light disappear out of thin air without causing even a trace of damage.
Fighting between gods is nothing more than this.
Even with Glenn's strength, which is infinitely close to that of the Golden Legend at the moment, it is difficult to have any chance of winning against the two of them alone.
However, at least in the current battle, he did not have the opportunity to fish in troubled waters and cause Voldemort some trouble that was not easy to deal with.
Of course, he would not use cards like Flash Backstab and Wind Step Sneak Attack easily before he had a chance to finish off the opponent once and for all.
Strictly speaking, although Dumbledore was already in his twilight years at this time, with the blessing of the Elder Wand, he was slightly better than Voldemort in actual combat. At least in the short term, this was indeed the case.
He waved his wand gently, and a golden light illuminated the entire dim hall. The powerful magic was even beyond Glenn's understanding. Even Voldemort, who was shocked by the news, had to summon a silver shield and shrink back. Barely resisting from behind.
Two or three magic spells hit the door and the wall hard, and dust fell down.
"What should they do?" Harry knew that he was the key. He was standing in front of the elevator and pressing the door button continuously, but he still couldn't help asking.
Glenn waved his hand to seal the door and quickly came to the elevator door.
"Don't worry about them, just make sure you get out safely, they can always find a way out."
"Department of Mysteries."
The old-fashioned elevator stopped slowly, making a tooth-breaking friction sound. The cold female voice sounded again. Four people filed in and pressed the button representing the floor of the Ministry of Magic hall.
The fence door slid gently and closed in front of everyone's eyes.
The friction of the chain sounded, and the elevator slowly ascended. Before his vision was completely blocked, Glenn saw a burst of fire at the end of the corridor, and the black door exploded with a loud roar.
"Hurry up!" Dolohov shouted wildly, with a hint of fear that the mission might fail.
The elevator stopped quickly, and the hall was silent, except for the sound of the gurgling water from the fountain.
Through the gap in the fence door, it was still dim, as if the golden runes on the ceiling were a little dimmer than before.
"Don't move!" Glenn suddenly stopped Harry who was about to go out.
This was a feeling I had experienced before, much stronger than when I faced Patricia.
If I had to find a metaphor, it would be like "Peter's sudden shock" in the movie.
The sense of crisis, an unprecedented sense of crisis, was enough to make his heart palpitate to the point where he could hardly breathe.
Under the blank gazes of the trio, he squinted his eyes, raised his wand, and shot a stun spell into the dark depths in the distance.
The space fluctuated slightly, and a weak but extremely evil breath of black magic spread out. The red light of the coma spell was like a mud cow entering the sea, and disappeared in the darkness in an instant.
"This..." Harry looked back at Glenn with doubts in his eyes.
Glenn shook his head slightly and said in a deep voice: "He's here..."
As if to confirm his words, suddenly a burst of black smoke filled the air and a voice sounded.
"Hey hey..."
Of course, this was just the first reaction in Glenn's mind when he saw Voldemort's snake face.
"It seems... I underestimated you." Voldemort's narrow eyes flashed red and his voice was hoarse, "In other words, I underestimated you - Glenn Ollivander."
"Voldemort!" Anger appeared on Harry's face.
Glenn once again stretched out his hand to pull him behind him, took a deep breath, and put on a smile: "It turns out that His Highness the Dark Lord is here. We have been looking at him for a long time..."
Voldemort: ? ? ?
Harry: ? ? ?
Voldemort was stunned for a second, then recovered quickly and showed an "evil" smile: "Oh? In this case, why don't you hand over Harry Potter behind you? Maybe I can give you a chance and allow you Be my most loyal servant."
"Really?!" Glenn looked surprised and rubbed his hands, looking very moved.
After years of practice, his acting skills have completely surpassed Lockhart's level. Even Voldemort thought it was his domineering aura that overcame the heir of the Ollivander family.
There is no doubt that for the Death Eater camp, the support of the Ollivander family is even more valuable than the two or three Malfoy families combined.
Hermione and Ron looked at each other and saw each other's fear.
"Glenn, you..." Hermione hesitated and couldn't help but speak, but was interrupted by Harry without hesitation.
He stood up and blocked Glenn behind him, and said loudly: "I know what you want, Voldemort, let them go, and I will follow you!"
"Oh?" Voldemort raised the corners of his mouth and showed a typical villain smile: "To be honest, Harry, apart from the prophecy ball in your hand, at this moment, I am more interested in your 'wise' friend. How about that? In this way, you hand me the crystal ball and I allow you to extend your short life a little longer. As for Glenn, he will have the opportunity to explore a greater magical world. How about this deal?"
"I'm really sorry, dear Mr. Dark Lord." Glenn pulled Harry behind him again, "Although I am very interested in your proposal, unfortunately I can't help myself. After all, I don't really want to be like you. That ghostly look..."
A few seconds ago, he felt a soft breath coming, dispelling the previous chill.
Apparently, Dumbledore was nearby.
As soon as these words came out, no matter how unclear Voldemort's mind was, he still couldn't see that Glenn was just stalling for time.
"Who gave you the courage to tease the great Dark Lord?" Voldemort's expression was distorted with anger, and his voice was a bit sharper.
"If nothing else happens, it should be me, Tom." A ray of white light spread out as softly as water, dispersing all the black mist that had spread around them from unknown time.
"It's you... Dumbledore..." Voldemort said viciously through his teeth, almost word for word.
"To be honest, Tom, it's probably not a wise choice for you to come here tonight." Dumbledore kept a calm smile, "The Aurors will be here soon."
The Dark Lord has always been a decent person, and even if he doesn't have any advantage now, he still can't lose his momentum.
He straightened his body and said proudly: "Before that, Dumbledore, I have already killed you and left calmly with the prophecy ball."
After he finished speaking, without any sense of martial ethics, he instantly pulled out his wand, raised his hand and shot a killing curse at Dumbledore.
Dumbledore's skills were not at all in line with what he should have been for his age, and his agility was not inferior to that of young people.
Glenn barely noticed his movements before he saw the dazzling green light disappear out of thin air without causing even a trace of damage.
Fighting between gods is nothing more than this.
Even with Glenn's strength, which is infinitely close to that of the Golden Legend at the moment, it is difficult to have any chance of winning against the two of them alone.
However, at least in the current battle, he did not have the opportunity to fish in troubled waters and cause Voldemort some trouble that was not easy to deal with.
Of course, he would not use cards like Flash Backstab and Wind Step Sneak Attack easily before he had a chance to finish off the opponent once and for all.
Strictly speaking, although Dumbledore was already in his twilight years at this time, with the blessing of the Elder Wand, he was slightly better than Voldemort in actual combat. At least in the short term, this was indeed the case.
He waved his wand gently, and a golden light illuminated the entire dim hall. The powerful magic was even beyond Glenn's understanding. Even Voldemort, who was shocked by the news, had to summon a silver shield and shrink back. Barely resisting from behind.
