Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 469 Percy Blackening

If you give Dumbledore endless specimens of magical creatures.

If you give Dumbledore the Elder Wand that once belonged to him.

If you give Dumbledore the spirit and body that never sleeps.

Perhaps, relying on Dumbledore alone is enough to keep the Department of Management and Control of Fantastic Beasts.

However, no if.

There is an end to the specimens of magical creatures, the Elder Wand is still in the hands of Voldemort, and the spirit and body that never sleeps have never existed in the wizarding world.

So, Dumbledore lost, and he lost badly.

His beard was scorched, his nightgown was torn, and even the magic wand in his hand was blown apart by successive explosive spells.

If it weren't for the Porto ring on his hand, which helped him escape the killing curse at the most critical moment, perhaps this would be the end of Dumbledore's legendary life.

"I can't say that Voldemort was far-sighted, because that certainly wasn't what he had in mind in the first place."

Dumbledore, who was covered in bruises and bruises, was sitting on the main seat of the Auror Command, with his body bent, but his eyes were bright. "But I want to say that the Maple Leaf training ground has made a great contribution to the wizarding world."

"Perhaps Scrimgeour and I should agree with his idea of ​​letting the Auror go to North America for training." Minister Crouch said regretfully.

"Why worry about the past, Batty, you have done a good job, at least better than Fudge, if he is here, I am afraid he will cry."

Dumbledore raised his hand and asked the medic to treat the burn on his left rib, "I don't know how long Mad-Eye and Gadwin can last in the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters. I think everyone needs to be prepared here. Maybe it's the last battle."

The gray-haired old man didn't appear to be short of breath because of the bruises all over his body, and there was no decay or decadence on his face.

It has to be said that with him sitting here, even Minister Crouch feels much more refreshed.

"But he still blames us, doesn't he?" Minister Crouch cheered up and said, "He didn't even come here."

"The observers have timed it right, Batty, they trapped Voldemort, although they don't know how, but this is the reason." Dumbledore explained.

And just when he said the word "Voldemort", Voldemort, who had already awakened on the top of the snow mountain, frowned slightly.

He looked far and wide, wanting to see who was talking about him, but the distance between continents prevented him from making a more accurate judgment.

"It should be Dumbledore. He mentioned me repeatedly at this time. Did something happen?"

He thought about it for a while, then checked his magic power status, and decided that it was more important to recover the magic power here first.

A dead fellow Daoist never dies a poor Taoist. This Chinese sentence in Lin Zuo's memory still makes sense to him.

And just when Voldemort closed his eyes and relied on meditation to speed up the recovery of magic power, Percy had returned to the Ministry of Magic again.

He chose the minister's office directly, which was a wise choice, and he went from here to the Law Enforcement Department where Dumbledore and others were located.

"In it, there is a life-threatening picture and text left by the Dark Lord."

Even Dumbledore couldn't help looking away when he unfolded the spellbook to reveal its eerie, sinister green pages.

"If it's not evil enough..."

Dumbledore retracted his gaze and murmured, "No one can use it, even if you have the corresponding powerful magic power."

"Can't you too?" Minister Crouch asked.

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, he raised his head and glanced at Minister Crouch, then at Percy with red eyes, and then said slowly: "I'm afraid that's a road of no return, gentlemen, there is a Voldemort is enough."

The obvious refusal made Minister Crouch unable to help but lament.

"I come."

A voice full of hatred suddenly sounded, and everyone looked at the source of the voice in surprise.

It was Percy, with his bloodshot eyes staring intently at the magic book in his hand.

"You...can you?" Minister Crouch asked hesitantly.

"can."

Percy nodded vigorously, the hatred in his eyes seemed to gush out at any moment.

"What has happened to you, child?" Dumbledore asked, frowning.

"Penello is dead."

A simple sentence made everyone look at Percy in surprise.

"I will avenge her, and I will pay any price for it."

Percy ignored everyone's gaze and just put his hand on the album.

"If you use it, Percy, evil thoughts will haunt you, and death may not be able to free you."

Dumbledore set his eyes on the weird green page again, and said, "Besides, it requires extremely powerful evil thoughts to activate it."

He watched the child grow up, and even had a detailed understanding of the relationship between Percy and Voldemort—at Molly's request, the mother once believed that Percy was controlled by Voldemort.

Because of this, he knew that although Percy was very close to Voldemort, he had his own ideas and the justice in his heart.

He even peeked into Percy's inner struggles.

He has never fallen into the abyss, and it is the same until now.

But this time...

Has hatred blinded his eyes?

With this in mind, Dumbledore looked into Percy's eyes again with his eyes that could peep into people's hearts.

"England wizards need the Ministry of Magic. Guarding this place is to protect a glimmer of hope. If England's Ministry of Magic is destroyed like the US Ministry of Magic, then for England's wizards..."

Percy stopped talking, and picked up his wand to point at the green leaves, "Besides, there is also the hatred between me and them. I think the power of this hatred can make me have enough evil thoughts."

Dumbledore tried to open his eyes wide, trying to see Percy's persistence more clearly.

But before he could understand everything, a green light had already appeared on the pages of the book.

"Well, kid, this is the path you chose, I hope you don't regret it."

Dumbledore blinked his tired eyes and leaned back in the chair.

Minister Crouch opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Time passed slowly like this, and Percy was getting acquainted with the magic on the page.

His expression kept changing, with struggles and evil smiles, but more of them were weird and trembling expressions.

Finally, some Aurors began to retreat to this layer intermittently.

Gadwin, who was seriously injured, was the last to come up, and Mad-Eye failed to return, which made Dumbledore stunned for a while.

"How do we keep this layer?"

Seriously injured Gadwin, still obsessed with defense.

"No need, Gadwin, if Percy can't bring us victory, then I will use the magic center of the Ministry of Magic to cleanse everything."

Minister Crouch said with some pain, and then looked at Percy who had already walked towards the elevator shaft.

That figure was as straight as ever, but the innocence and sunshine seemed to be disappearing as he moved forward.

In the end, there was a boy who held an evil sword and slashed at the evil dragon.

(End of this chapter)