Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 226 He's Back
McGonagall had worked at the Ministry, but that was a bad memory.

She hated those people's discrimination and prejudice against Muggles, because she loved his Muggle father very much.

But even so, she didn't feel disgusted by the Ministry of Magic, so she scoffed at Master Flamel's words.

"Of course you can object to me." Master Flamel smiled and said to Professor McGonagall, "But they haven't done anything good, and they even came up with a secrecy law. Hell, we were very free before."

Voldemort nodded with a smile. He felt that he and Master Flamel were very compatible.

Or maybe it was because he was more in tune with the barbaric era hundreds of years ago.

"Nico, I think it's time for you to rest."

Dumbledore spoke, obviously he didn't want Nicole Flamel to stay here any longer.

"Yes, indeed."

Master Flamel did not refuse, he stood up slowly, "We are always wandering on the wrong path, Tom, longevity is more difficult than we imagined, but no matter what, stick to it."

"I will, Master Flamel," said Voldemort.

Master Flamel nodded, then he reached into his robe, rummaged for a while, and finally took out a copper key from it.

"No matter which door you plug it in, just push the door open, and that's my home."

Handing the key to Voldemort, he said again, "I may not be there, but the portrait can help you call me, understand?"

"Understood, Master."

Master Flamel nodded, then gestured to Dumbledore, and tremblingly walked towards Filch's office not far away.

"I have guarded my soul and life, but I can't guard my body. It is too old, and it drags me down on the road to longevity."

While sighing, he came to the door, took out a golden key from his pocket and inserted it in.

"Goodbye, Dumbledore, goodbye Tom, and the two of you, goodbye."

He raised his hat, then turned the key with a "click" and pushed the door open.

Behind the door, there was sunlight shining through, and he walked into it slowly.

"Snapped."

The door closed, and Master Flamel left Hogwarts.

"Miraculous alchemy."

Voldemort couldn't help being curious, walked over and opened the door, but behind it was Filch's office.

"Do you give him permission, Albus, can you understand this kind of alchemy?"

"I don't think we need to discuss that."

Dumbledore raised his wand, but did not use magic.

He frowned, as if thinking of something troublesome.

"Are you worried about not being able to keep me?"

Voldemort looked at Dumbledore, smiled at him, and twisted.

"Shh."

The purple-gold spell rushed to the second floor, and while Dumbledore was stunned, he had already rushed to the corridor on the second floor.

"What is he going to do?"

McGonagall picked up the wand and ran upstairs while holding the wizard robe, asking Dumbledore.

"I am not sure as well."

As Dumbledore said, he turned around and came to the second floor.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The Elder Wand pointed forward, and the statues jumped off the wall one by one, but the purple-gold spell bypassed them very flexibly and quickly entered the bathroom.

"boom."

The door of the Chamber of Secrets opened again, and Voldemort jumped in without hesitation.

"What are you going to do, Tom."

Dumbledore followed and took a few steps forward, then he turned around and came into the secret room.

"Snapped."

Voldemort's figure just fell from the corridor, and Dumbledore's Elder Wand immediately pointed it over.

The red spell was extremely fast, but Voldemort turned into a purple-gold light and passed by.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

Dumbledore didn't stop, he swung his wand vigorously, and hit Voldemort with one spell after another.

But Porto is too flexible.

It is like a spot of light, with a fast speed, a small area, and it can be moved deftly, so the magic spell can't hit it at all.

"Shh."

Dumbledore flicked his wand with all his strength, a wave map appeared, and he tried to influence Voldemort's golden body.

"Om."

Porto's golden body shook for a moment, and Voldemort's figure appeared, but before Dumbledore could move, Voldemort squatted down first.

The eyes of the basilisk covered in blood were quickly put into a cloth bag by Voldemort.

"You are for this eye?" Dumbledore asked a little surprised.

Voldemort smiled at him, swung his wand, and the four long, thin teeth of the basilisk flew towards him one after another.

"Tom, you still have a collection habit like you did when you were a child."

Dumbledore said, flicking his wand like a long whip, rolling towards Voldemort.

"Boom."

In the form of Porto again, Voldemort slammed directly into the wall behind him.

"Sizzle~~~"

There was a sound from the purple-gold light, and then the wall jumped away with a "boom".

Dumbledore's eyes widened, he was surprised by the number of passages in this chamber.

Voldemort was not surprised that there were so many exits here.

You know, back then Slytherin relied on this place to teach students black magic, so it was natural to design more entrances and exits to avoid being followed.

The secret passage would only have been more convenient if Slytherin hadn't destroyed most of the entrances before leaving Hogwarts.

"Here on the first floor, Headmaster."

After Dumbledore apparated to the corridor on the second floor, he heard Professor McGonagall's voice.

He hurriedly turned around again and came to the lobby on the first floor.

"Where is he."

Flitwick pointed out the door, where a figure was flying with them on his back.

It was Voldemort, whom Dumbledore knew could fly.

"Aren't you going to keep him?" McGonagall asked.

"If there is a way to keep him, I will, McGonagall." Dumbledore whispered.

From his words, it is not difficult to feel his powerlessness.

"He caught the dementor?" Flitwick asked, pointing to Voldemort's figure in the distance.

Just now Voldemort plunged into the training ground, and then flew up again, and there was a tall figure under him.

It was that figure that Flitwick pointed at.

"Why did he take him away?" McGonagall asked suspiciously.

"I heard from Hagrid that Tom gave this dementor a name, maybe because he likes it." Dumbledore replied.

"He doesn't seem like a person who will do things because of love." McGonagall said.

Dumbledore shrugged and said nothing.

"Will he come again?"

McGonagall withdrew her gaze from Voldemort, who was flying away, and asked Dumbledore.

"Probably not, I can't think of anything else he needs here." Dumbledore said shaking his head.

Professor McGonagall nodded, silently looking up at Voldemort who disappeared into the sky.

"The Ministry of Magic should be informed, isn't it, Dumbledore, although it's not very trustworthy there," Flitwick asked.

Dumbledore glanced at him, then nodded, looking up at the sky again.

Flitwick also stopped talking, and also turned his head to look into the distance.

The three of them, with their backs to the castle hall, looked at the figure that disappeared in the distance, each with a heavy heart.

That man, he's back.

[Volume [-] of The Dark Lord and the Diary ends]

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