Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 352 This is the moment
"What's there?"

Looking at the liquid in the stone basin through the TV, Abu asked Voldemort.

"The source of pain."

Voldemort said with a smile on his lips.

In the TV, Dumbledore spun a circle in the air with his wand, conjuring a tall crystal cup.

"I can only come to the conclusion that this fluid needs to be drunk."

His voice came from the TV, and the smile on Voldemort's mouth was even bigger.

"What will happen if you drink it?" Abu asked curiously.

In this room, he is not the only one who is curious, but others dare not say anything more.

The Death Eaters, including the two Muggles, waited curiously for Voldemort's answer.

"Read on, and you will know," said Voldemort.

"Does he really know how to drink?" Abu wondered.

He, of course, was talking about Dumbledore.

"Of course, his bravery exceeded our expectations." Voldemort laughed. "A snake will never understand a lion's bravery...and recklessness."

"Hehehe~"

There was a jeer from behind, the Death Eaters clearly enjoying the word 'reckless'.

Voldemort turned his head and glared at them, saying: "Although recklessness is often followed by bravery, at least bravery is a positive word, while pride and madness make people unreasonable."

The laughter stopped instantly, and there was even a brief pause in the sound of breathing.

"Humph."

Voldemort snorted dissatisfied, turned his head and continued to look at the TV.

"I'm curious, why you have become so... restrained after you came back this time." Abu asked.

"Because winning or losing is temporary, only by standing at the poker table can you have a chance to be the dealer."

Voldemort said in a deep voice, then turned his head and glanced back: "Ready to fight, anytime."

"Yes, the Dark Lord."

All the Death Eaters replied in unison, without the slightest hint of laughter in their words.

Facing Dumbledore, even if this person has been hurt again and again, they dare not be careless.

Voldemort nodded in satisfaction and looked at the TV again.

At this time, on the TV, after forcing Harry to swear, Dumbledore lifted up the crystal cup filled with green liquid.

"I wish you well, Harry."

Dumbledore yelled, raised his glass and took a sip.

"He's always got a little humor in the midst of the misery, and that's one of the things I like about him."

Voldemort spoke suddenly, causing Abu and the disciples to look at him.

But no one answered, because they didn't like Dumbledore very much, even if he was very humorous.

In the silence of everyone, Dumbledore drank three cups silently, and when he reached the fourth cup, he staggered and fell on the stone basin.

"Headmaster?" Harry on the TV called eagerly, "Can you hear me?"

Dumbledore didn't answer.

His face was twitching, as if he was in a deep sleep, having a horrible nightmare.

"Professor, can you hear me?"

Harry asked again loudly, the voice echoing in the cave, and coming from the TV, with a slight electric sound.

"I don't want...don't force me..."

Dumbledore said in pain with a pale face.

Harry looked at Dumbledore in some confusion, as if he didn't know what to do for a while.

"Are we going there?" Abu suddenly asked, "Before they get that thing."

"Do not."

Voldemort resolutely refused, and gave his own thoughts, "When he gets the things, he is most relaxed at that time."

Abu nodded, and the Death Eaters behind him waited without saying a word.

"...don't like it...want to stop..."

Dumbledore on TV was still murmuring, no, moaning and begging to be more correct.

But at this time Harry had come to his senses, and he persuaded Dumbledore who refused to drink the liquid, and took the cup and forced it to the other's mouth.

Dumbledore tried to refuse, but he opened his mouth and Harry gulped down the liquid.

"No, I don't want to, let me go... let me go..."

Dumbledore struggled to leave, and Harry refilled the crystal glass as he comforted him.

"He was braver than I thought," Abramovich said.

Voldemort knew he was talking about Harry, so he nodded and said, "Yes, and I think he will become braver in the future."

"You are not afraid……"

"Afraid of a child?"

Voldemort interrupted him in dissatisfaction and asked back, and gave a rather insulting example.

"Is Dumbledore afraid of you?"

Abu was speechless, but he knew the reason for Voldemort's dissatisfaction.

He talks a lot today.

In other words, he showed concern about the future of pure blood today, which also represented his deep distrust of Voldemort.

So in the face of Voldemort's somewhat insulting remarks, he didn't say anything.

In the picture, Dumbledore has fallen to the ground.

He begged Harry vaguely, with pain visible to the naked eye.

"He looked like a kid," Abramovich said.

Voldemort nodded, and he took out his wand.

"I'll go in first to separate Harry and Dumbledore, and then you will go over and control Harry."

When Voldemort said this, he turned his head and looked at Abramovich, "The task of controlling Harry is up to you and Old Nott."

Abu immediately nodded seriously, and Old Nott also gave an "En" in the line behind.

"Bella, you have to wait until I send you a signal. In the past, if the video recorder is damaged due to fighting and you can't see the picture, then wait where you are, and I will send someone to notify you."

Voldemort glanced at the silver suitcase Bella was carrying and said.

"Okay, master." Bella responded in a deep voice.

Voldemort nodded, looking at the TV again.

At this time, Harry in the picture has handed the last glass of green liquid to Dumbledore, but Dumbledore refused to drink it.

His whole body was rolling like crazy, trying not to drink it.

While persuading Harry, he controlled the other party with his arms and forcibly downed the last glass of liquid.

Voldemort could see that although Dumbledore was going through inhuman torture, he was still sane.

Because Harry couldn't force him if he really didn't want to cooperate.

"Let me die!"

Dumbledore yelled in pain as he drank the last glass of liquid.

Then he snorted and panted heavily, and rolled face down on the ground.

"Principal, principal."

Harry yelled and rushed over, using a red spell, which was "rejuvenation".

But it seems to have no effect at all.

"Water, water..."

Dumbledore yelled hoarsely.

Harry answered yes, and immediately got up to get the cup in the stone basin, and cast the spell "clear water is like a spring".

But as soon as the cup is filled with water, it will disappear immediately.

After going back and forth several times, Harry finally lost his mind amid Dumbledore's shouts, and he threw himself towards the lake with a roar.

And Voldemort's eyes lit up in front of the TV, he said "this is the moment", turned around on the spot and used "Apparition".

(End of this chapter)