Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 164 Dumbledore's Wrath

Black Forest, Valley.

The Elder Wand outlines rhythmically in the air, drawing a pale white barrier.

The barrier was as thin as a wing, and with Dumbledore's raised arm, it was pushed far away, across a large area.

Dumbledore stared calmly at the distant barrier, and when a ray of black appeared at the barrier, he rushed over immediately.

"Whoa."

The Elder Wand picked away the dead leaves, revealing the skeleton of a mouse inside.

"Snakes, bats, mice... Tom, do you live on them?"

Dumbledore murmured softly, and was about to bend down to look at the mouse's corpse carefully, when he suddenly stopped and listened.

A look of surprise bloomed in the calm blue eyes.

"Hu~~"

Turning around, Dumbledore's tall figure disappeared into the valley of the Black Forest.

……

"died?"

Voldemort's eyes widened in surprise.

"Yes, everyone said that." Ginny said in a low mood. "It's Colin in the first grade. He even took a picture of me."

Voldemort nodded, the surprise in his eyes gradually fading.

He didn't feel sad for the dead, but in Lin Zuo's memory, no one died because of the basilisk.

From this point of view, the known future is becoming more and more uncontrollable.

"I don't recall anything like this ever happening at Hogwarts."

Voldemort said, rubbing Ginny's head comfortingly, "The entrance ceremony will protect you, but now it seems that someone inside Hogwarts participated in this killing."

"Who could it be?" Ginny asked, looking up.

"I don't know, Ginny, I only live in the world of this book." Voldemort withdrew his hand and said, "Go back and rest, it's too late, don't think too much."

Ginny nodded obediently, got up and left the diary world.

……

London suburbs, villas.

"We are deeply sorry for what happened to Colin Creevey."

Dumbledore's eyes were full of sadness, his tall figure was holding the small corpse, and stood in front of the Creeveys with his head bowed.

"No, it's not true..."

Creevey's mother rushed to the child's body in pain. Even though they had been notified earlier, they still couldn't accept what happened.

"Who killed my brother?"

A little boy who looked only seven or eight years old ran out, holding a small sword in his hand, his face was covered with snot and tears, but his eyes were full of anger.

"Dennis, don't do this."

Mr. Creevey suppressed the pain in his heart, grabbed his little son, and put away the dagger—he was afraid that the dagger would accidentally hurt the young child, and he couldn't accept such pain again.

"I'm sorry that something like this happened at Hogwarts." Dumbledore closed his mouth after he finished speaking.

Having lost Yaomei, he understands the pain of these people too well, so he knows exactly that he can't give effective comfort.

And shutting up is already the best choice.

"Hogwarts can compensate for this." Professor McGonagall stepped forward and said, "If necessary, we can also help you delete all records about Colin..."

"Do not."

Mrs. Creevey yelled and stopped Dumbledore. She opened her mouth to say more, but choked her throat with saliva. She could only cough non-stop, and even couldn't breathe for a few times.

Dumbledore watched this scene in pain, hesitated to speak several times, and finally just stood aside silently.

Mr. Creevey is quite calm. Although his eyes are red and he sometimes wipes away his tears with his hand, he can still deal with everything calmly.

"We don't need any compensation, Mr. Dumbledore, please leave and allow those of us who are still alive to mourn for Colin in the place where he lived."

Facing Mr. Creevey's request, Dumbledore could only accept, and he and McGonagall exited the room.

"Bang."

The door was slammed shut, but the sound of tearing weeping still squeezed out of the crack, whipping Dumbledore like a whip.

"Albus, you don't have to be too harsh on yourself." McGonagall said, stroking Dumbledore's somewhat hunched back.

"I'm fine, McGonagall, can you handle it at the school?" Dumbledore asked, "I want to deal with some things, and I may not be able to go back at night."

"Where are you going?" Mag asked in surprise.

In her opinion, the most important thing is to protect the school and find the perpetrator.

"I'm going to Malfoy's house, McGonagall, maybe I should have gone long ago." Dumbledore said.

……

Malfoy Manor, in front of the gate.

"Whoosh."

A tall figure came out of nowhere, and then walked directly into Malfoy Manor.

"Someone breaks in, someone breaks in..."

A mouth appeared on the gate, and the roar instantly spread throughout the manor.

Lucius ran out of the castle in a hurry, followed by Narcissa.

"Dumbledore, what are you doing..."

"Whoosh."

Before Lucius could finish speaking, a spell had already been cast on the fountain in the center of the manor.

The sculpture of a child peeing on the fountain jumped off the top and stopped in front of Lucius.

"Where is Tom?" Dumbledore waved his wand again, and more stone statues on the fountain came down, "Or you are used to calling him Master, but whatever you call him, you know who I'm talking about?"

"No one would dare to break into Malfoy Manor like this, Dumbledore." Lucius gritted his teeth and took out his wand, facing Dumbledore's eyes bravely.

The same is true for Narcissa who is behind her. Even if they know they are invincible, they will not allow their family to be insulted like this.

"Whoosh."

Dumbledore raised his hand and cast another spell, and went straight to Lucius.

Lucius' eyes widened in surprise, he really didn't expect Dumbledore to make a move - it was neither in line with Dumbledore's character nor in line with his behavior.

"Boom."

Lucius blocked the magic, but his right hand trembled.

"Except your weapons."

Narcissa shot, and the curse went straight to Dumbledore.

"boom."

The child sculpture jumped over in the air, blocked the spell with its body, and then rushed towards Narcissa.

"Fractured."

"Boom."

The statue had a broken arm, but it rushed to Narcissa and threw her down.

"Thousands of bullets are fired."

Lucius wanted to save his wife, but as soon as the spell was formed, it was blocked by another sculpture, and before he could use the spell again...

"Boom."

A red light hit him fiercely, and the wand flew out of his hand.

"Dumbley..."

"Where is your master?"

Dumbledore disappeared on the spot as soon as he turned around, and reappeared, already standing condescendingly in front of Lucius, with the Elder Wand pointed at his nose.

On the other side, Narcissa was also stuck in the throat by the sculpture, unable to resist.

"Dumbledore, are you going to war with the Malfoy family?"

A roar came from the castle, causing several people to look up.

In front of the open window stood Abraxas Malfoy in pajamas.

He waved the magic wand in his hand, and the four towers of the castle were shining with magical light following his movements.

Malfoy Manor, although not as powerful as Hogwarts, is enough to support the dignity of the Malfoy family.

(End of this chapter)