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Chapter 53 "Turn around, Voldemort."

Du Mu felt something when he was teleported again.

This time, he could feel more clearly the effect of magic power on his body. Its target was not the human body itself, but the space surrounding the human body.

Du Mu could feel that as long as he wanted, he could use the high-speed flow of magic power in his body to destroy and interrupt the spell.

But of course he didn't need to do that, as there was a flash of light before their eyes, and they both came to a fairly busy alley.

Du Mu calmly digested the experience of Apparition and decided to study this convenient magic in detail in Hogwarts.

There are all kinds of shops along the street, a bit like a market, but the decoration of each shop is very nice.

Du Mu looked at the only shopping area in the entire wizarding world and couldn't help but sigh that even if every wizard had abilities far superior to those of Muggles, the base number was too small to support the economy of only one street.

Apart from the various moving items in the windows, these shops are not even half as prosperous as the average Muggle shopping mall.

Dumbledore put the sword into his sleeve and walked forward. The wizards around him immediately recognized the most famous headmaster in the wizarding world and greeted Dumbledore excitedly.

People's enthusiasm is no less than that of the swindler Lockhart in the original work. After all, Dumbledore's greatness is known to everyone without the need for the publication of novels.

This is why in the first part of the original novel, Dumbledore asked Hagrid to go to Gringotts to get the Philosopher's Stone. He himself was so eye-catching.

But this time, it was not about taking away some treasure secretly, but about facing Voldemort directly. Dumbledore couldn't let others do it for him.

Du Mu followed behind leisurely, since no one knew him anyway. In the magic world, Oriental faces, like black faces, were not rare, although not numerous.

Dumbledore struggled to send away the onlookers and finally took Du Mu to a shabby bar.

There were fewer people in the bar, but they were quickly attracted by Dumbledore's attention.

"Headmaster Dumbledore?"

"Are you Albus Dumbledore? It's an honor. I didn't expect you to visit us. Welcome!"

Their warm attitude was even more enthusiastic than when they faced Harry in the original book.

However, he did not rush over to ask for a handshake. It was obvious that he still had some due respect for a respected principal.

At this time, a man with a turban like the Indian Sikhs looked at Dumbledore and said in surprise, "Principal Dumbledore, I didn't expect to see you here."

Dumbledore looked at Professor Quirrell with a complicated look in his eyes.

He was just about to say a few pleasantries to the other party when suddenly, the front and back doors of the bar seemed to be blown by the wind and slammed shut with a bang.

The bar suddenly became quiet for a moment, and the people around looked around in confusion, feeling that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

The heart of each of them suddenly became heavy, as if they were facing a knockout match in which they were about to lose miserably. The feelings of panic, loss and fear were mixed together and difficult to sort out.

Dumbledore turned his head and looked at Du Mu in surprise.

In fact, he noticed the difference in Du Mu when he first appeared today.

If we say that when they first met, the impure magic power in Du Mu's body was like mist covering his body surface, then today, this impure magic power is more like a high-pressure water jet.

So much so that Dumbledore thought that Du Mu had used some kind of protective spell on him, so he didn't ask any further questions.

Who would have thought that at this moment, behind the curtain of high-pressure water jets, a huge monster that filled the entire room would suddenly jump out.

This feeling of oppression from the spiritual level made Dumbledore almost think that Du Mu used Patronus and summoned a patronus.

In this quiet moment, Du Mu snapped his fingers, and magic power burst out, instantly cutting Qi Luo's turban in half.

His actions were so natural and swift that no one had time to react.

When Quirrell's turban fell to the ground piece by piece, everyone was shocked and realized that if the attack just now had landed on their necks, they would have been beheaded.

Seeing this, the bar owner suppressed the inexplicable pressure in his heart, broke the silence in the bar, and looked at Du Mu angrily: "Sir! According to the International Law Against Dueling, you cannot cast a spell on an innocent person so rashly!"

"Innocent people?"

Du Mu smiled, looked at Quirrell who was already stiff, and ordered: "Turn around, Voldemort."

The owner, who wanted to continue to scold the other party and protect the reputation of his Leaky Cauldron, was like a rooster with its throat pinched. His abdomen was trying hard to exhale, but the air was stuck in his throat. He could only squeeze out a few unclear syllables of "Fu... Fu... Fu..." The people around him looked at Du Mu as if he were a monster, and couldn't believe that he dared to say that name.

But looking at Dumbledore beside him, he was also staring at Quirrell standing by the wall with a serious face.

and many more?

You're not serious, are you?
Du Mu was a stranger, and no one knew him. But Dumbledore's reputation was second only to Gringotts, and he was far better than the Ministry of Magic.

No, recently Gringotts lost an item for the first time in its history, and its credibility has declined. Now Dumbledore is truly the most trustworthy person in the wizarding world.

In an instant, the pressure in their chests made it almost impossible for them to breathe.

Everyone seemed to be under a curse and turned their heads stiffly to look at Quirrell.

For a moment, Qi Luo became the only focus in the eerie and quiet atmosphere.

Quirrell was sweating profusely, his back leaning against the wall and not daring to move.

Suddenly, he stretched out his hand, took out the wand from his arms, and was about to chant a spell.

Dumbledore felt something was wrong and immediately took out the Elder Wand to prepare for the fight.

Before he came, he was ready for the last battle in his long life. He stared at Quirrell intently, remaining alert and prepared to prevent the evil curse that the other party was about to release at any time.

But the next moment, without even uttering a syllable, the wand in Quirrell's hand flew out.

This small piece of wooden stick flew out at the speed of a crossbow arrow and was caught by Du Mu in mid-air with a whoosh.

The moment Du Mu used his magic power to seal off the entire tavern, he completely enveloped the place without relying on the magic power to fully condense a spiritual entity.

At this time, every inch of the tavern was within Du Mu's range. His magic power condensed into a translucent hand, which easily took away Qi Luo's staff.

Moreover, with his other hand, he forcibly bent Quirrell's head so that the back of his head faced the crowd.

"hiss--!"

"What the hell is this?"

"Merlin's beard, I'm going to vomit..."

Inside the tavern, the wizards had different reactions, some felt nauseous and some felt terrified.

All he saw was a twisted, hideous face, as if without bones, imprinted on the back of Quirrell's head.

It was the mysterious man, Voldemort.

When Voldemort and Dumbledore's eyes met, his head buzzed.

He was not prepared to face the tough Dumbledore in such a bad state.

At least that is a strategy that will be carried out after I am resurrected.

This sudden situation was completely beyond Voldemort's expectations, and even beyond his comprehension. He wanted to say something harsh, but he didn't know what to say.

On the other hand, Dumbledore didn't fully understand Du Mu's moves just now. His movements were so smooth and natural, and he disarmed his opponent without any hesitation. The people around him didn't even realize how shocking this operation was.

But the most important thing right now is to deal with Voldemort.

Looking at that ugly face, Dumbledore's expression was more serious than ever.

"Voldemort... you have done something so evil again, possessing an innocent man with your broken soul and forcing him to serve you. You haven't changed at all."

He slowly raised his hand, and the tip of the Elder Wand was pointed at the enemy, as sharp as a warrior's sword.

After hearing Dumbledore's words, everyone in the bar panicked and hid in the corners.

Some people tried to rush out of the bar, but before they touched the door, they were bounced back by an invisible energy. Thinking it was Voldemort's magic, they screamed in fear and the scene became a chaos.

This is Dumbledore's official certification. This ugly face is actually the residual soul of Voldemort!
(End of this chapter)