Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 363

stable?
nonexistent.

Dumbledore is not only good at calculating, but also dares to make a "wave wave strike"!
Now that the Dark Lord has encountered unknown troubles, it is a good opportunity to make a big contribution in one fell swoop, and the old man is not willing to give up.

Moreover.
Think of those Horcruxes in my suitcase.

Dumbledore didn't think he and Moody would lose to Voldemort together.

"Moody, let's go."

The Magic Congress of America cannot be counted on. Dumbledore is well aware of this. The only helper is his old friend.

He said hello and gave Samuel a gentle smile.

"Mr. Samuel, opportunities are often reserved for those who are prepared. If good luck is allowed to slip away, even Merlin will not be able to see it."

After a pause, he said again in a deep voice.

"Besides, that's why I came here. When the members of the Ministry of Magic in England didn't arrive, I, the minister, had to help them share some work."

"Ah, this"

Hearing this, Samuel hesitated.

As Dumbledore said, now might be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Dumbledore is an internationally renowned wizard with great strength.

In this case, then.
"Okay, Mr. Dumbledore, you convinced me. I'm sorry that we can't provide any effective assistance. May the power of magic be with you forever."

Samuel sighed, and saluted Dumbledore solemnly.

This is putting the mess of the United States on the shoulders of the old man in front of him. Mr. Chairman is very old, and his face is uncomfortable.

"Don't worry, we're just going to investigate."

If Dumbledore could hear Samuel's heart, he would be ashamed.

Boy, it's not your America's mess, it's our England's historical legacy
"gone."

Seeing that Dumbledore and Samuel were talking endlessly, Moody, who was short-tempered, looked down.

Are you still going to find Voldemort?
"See you later, Mr. Mussel."

Dumbledore took the opportunity to leave, and "apparated" with Moody with a broken arm and left.

The members of the Ministry of Magic of the United States and Mussel couldn't help but sigh inwardly as they looked at the positions where the two left.

"Mr. Dumbledore, what a nice man."

The wilderness in the western United States is rarely inhabited.

The sky was full of wind and sand, and the two of them were struggling to walk in the wilderness, staggering.

"Master, this time is really too dangerous."

The one who is relatively tall has a wicked look.

He supported the short one, and every time he took a step, a few drops of sweat would appear on his head, which looked very greasy.

"Stop talking nonsense, this time I was careless."

The short man said something dissatisfied, with a fierce look in his eyes.

These two people are naturally Voldemort and Peter Perudi.

After creating Muggle Carnage, Voldemort's powers grew to a point.But he is still not satisfied, and wants to break through this bottleneck and reach a new level.

So, he chose to attack the wizard.

But unexpectedly, when absorbing the flesh and blood of that unlucky ghost named Thomas, it was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. The mixed and huge blood in his body was suddenly detonated by the external magic power.

If it wasn't for his cleverness, he quickly tore off one of his arms to give vent to the magic power of the runaway, and he would probably be blown to pieces by now.

"Yes, master, even a moment's carelessness cannot change the fact that you are great."

Hearing that Voldemort was a little unhappy, Peter quickly changed his words.

Fat Mouse is good at playing with the wind.

Do you want to continue to live in peace and stability?

Don't think about it, flatter Voldemort to death and you're done.

"Humph!"

Voldemort snorted coldly.

The current situation is a little troublesome, but it won't make him panic.

Even if his strength is weaker than before, he doesn't think that anyone on this land can threaten his life.

Is this how I can do whatever I want, but you can't?
That's cool!

For the first time, Voldemort experienced the joy of the "Monarch".

"Master, I have seen the map before, and after walking a little longer, there is a Muggle town ahead."

Peter's words were not finished, but the meaning was very obvious.

Lao Fu, you are so weak now, whether it is steamed or braised in brown sauce, hurry up and grab a few Muggles to make up for it, otherwise I really don’t feel safe if I follow you like this.

"Yes, Not Bad."

The fat mouse is now like a roundworm in his stomach, that's called a clever one.

Voldemort is having the idea of ​​enjoying blood food to replenish himself, and Muggles with "light taste (no magic power)" are a good choice.

However, just when the two were about to start another killing, Voldemort suddenly trembled, and the expression on his face became distorted.

"No, someone is following me!"

"Ok?"

Hearing this, he was taken aback for a moment, but when he realized it, Peter shivered.

"Then let's run!"

Don't care who it is, Voldemort's half-dead appearance now, it's frightening to say, who knows how much strength he has left.

He didn't want to be buried with the Dark Lord in a daze!

"Don't panic!"

Voldemort was quite displeased by Peter's reaction.

The Dark Lord frowned without eyebrows, and a stern look flashed across his pale face.

"Even if I'm still in a weak state, those trash from the Magic Congress of America can't do anything to me!"

He is swollen.

The current Dark Lord is used to being domineering.

Letting him run away would make him involuntarily think of the days when he was hiding in XZ—that was the period of time he was least willing to recall.

"I want to see who is so desperate!"

Having made up his mind, the Dark Lord withdrew his one arm from Peter, and stood upright in the strong wind.

Not to mention, although he is only 1.4 meters tall, with his expression, he has the aura of a big man.

Seeing that Voldemort was "ill", Peter was so anxious that he was about to cry.

But as the number one dog leg of the Dark Lord, if the Dark Lord does not leave, he cannot leave either.

Now, he only hopes that the chasing soldiers will not be too strong
"call out!"

As soon as Peter's prayer sounded in his heart, two pursuers suddenly appeared not far in front of him and Voldemort.

Seeing the opponent's appearance clearly, Fat Mouse was taken aback for a moment, and then felt the feeling of myocardial infarction.

Albus Dumbledore?

It's over, it's over!

Peter rolled his eyes and fainted from shock.

"Old man, it's you!"

Even though Voldemort didn't faint, the shock in his heart was no less than Peter's.

He stared at Dumbledore and the "Mad-Eye" beside him, and subconsciously took a step back.

Voldemort was staring at Dumbledore, and Dumbledore was also looking at Voldemort.

Whether it's the skin as white as jade without a trace of blood, or the ominous fluctuation of magic power, it all shows that the Voldemort in front of him is no longer human.

The old man sighed.

"See you again, Tom."

(End of this chapter)