Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 364 The Vanishing Ambition
"Don't call me by that name, I'm not Tom!"

Damn old things can always touch the places in my heart that I least want to touch.

Voldemort was furious, a fury that overwhelmed even surprise and vague fear.

He roared like a ferocious beast, baring his fangs at Dumbledore.

"Is this the Dark Lord?"

Seeing Voldemort's hysterical look, Moody couldn't help sneering.

The Voldemort in front of him was completely different from what he had imagined.

The dignified Dark Lord is really getting back as he lives.

"Okay, Alastor, it's time to get down to business."

Dumbledore waved his hand.

After saying hello, he was unwilling to continue talking nonsense.

The old man's purpose is simple.

That is to completely wipe out Voldemort who gave up his human identity in front of him!

"it is good!"

After giving Voldemort a cold look, Moody opened the suitcase in his hand.

There was something bad instinctively in Voldemort's heart.

This feeling eventually turned into an impulse to attack.

No matter what the other party wants to do, he must stop it!
"Avada Kedavra!"

Although he had no wand and was not human, Voldemort could still cast spells with his bare hands.

Moreover, completely abandoning his frail human body, his mana is even better than before.

Dire green light filled the surrounding wilderness.

The wind howled, and the Dark Lord grinned.

He is now stronger than he was in England, and he is sure to win when he meets the mysterious "Mr. G", especially Dumbledore!

but
The reality is not the same as imagined.

The life-threatening instant death magic was blocked by Dumbledore with an understatement "armor spell".

Not only that, the reflection effect of the "Armor Curse" even bounced "Avada Kedavra" back!
Voldemort stared straight at him.

But his movements were not slow, he rolled over and escaped his own spell.

but
The comatose Peter was not so lucky.

The spell hit the fat mouse impartially.

There are no last words.

Peter Perudi, this villain who jumped repeatedly and talked like a sword, died in the aftermath of magic in such a muddleheaded way, ending his despicable life.

"Damn."

Peter died, and Voldemort felt no sadness.

He just felt sorry.

Fat Mouse is his last servant who knows everything and knows everything!

Except for the traitors Severus, Lucius, and Karkaroff, the "Death Eaters" who were loyal to him were either killed by Sauron or imprisoned in Azkaban.

In this land of America, he became a complete loner.

"Albus!"

Here Dumbledore used the Elder Wand to prevent Voldemort's instant death curse, and Moody also successfully opened the suitcase and took out a lot of messy things from the suitcase.

Like tiaras, lockets, rings, etc...

Voldemort's pupils shrank, his mind went blank.

How could his horcrux be.
"Does it look familiar, Tom, these belong to you."

Dumbledore smiled.

"Your Horcrux."

"How could you. How could you know?"

"Horcrux" has always been the biggest secret in Voldemort's heart.

He believes that apart from him, it is impossible for anyone else in this world to know that he made the "Horcruxes", let alone find them.

"It's not difficult to guess, Tom, I read Principal Armando Dippet's memory and learned that you once borrowed a book about black magic from the library.

I happen to have read that book too, and I know that the page you secretly tore off and hid is the method of making the "Horcrux". "

Dumbledore smiled gently, just like back then.

"Our Tom is very smart, and a little bit conceited, and of course he thinks he's so smart that no one will find out his secret.

Of course, I have to admire your ideas, the cliff cave and the "House of Requirement" are both very good choices, but Gringotts seems too mediocre. "

"Old man, you and I will kill you!"

Things were far out of Voldemort's control.

The moment the "Horcrux" appeared in the world, it was doomed to be a battle with only one winner.

"Alastor!"

Voldemort went mad, and Dumbledore was not relenting.

He yelled.

Hearing this, Moody raised his wand.

"It's all about death!"

Fiend!

The spell used by "Mad-Eye" is like the black magic of black magic - "Fierfyer Curse"!
The blue flames raged, the locket was the first to bear the brunt, and then the crown.

As if struck by lightning, Voldemort knelt on the ground and kept spitting out large chunks of disgusting white flesh.

"No!"

The Dark Lord screamed, the shadow of death already looming over his head.

He made a total of six Horcruxes.

Counting the Orochi, Diary, and Gold Cup before, he already lost five.

Now, only the "Marvolo Gunter's Ring" is still there.

That was his last life!

"Please! Great Dumbledore, please! I know I was wrong, I really know I was wrong, I can use the rest of my life to redeem myself, really, as long as you spare my life, I can Go to jail, I can redeem my sin!"

Voldemort had no other advantage than his ability to see the situation clearly.

When Sauron the "Monarch" was in full bloom, he could travel thousands of miles across the sea to America.When his life is threatened, he can also kneel without hesitation.

face?

When he was in the sewers, when he was almost eaten in the Black Forest of Balgeria, no one cared whether he had face.

"I'm sorry Tom, although I still call you Tom, I know that you are no longer the child in the orphanage."

Dumbledore shook his head.

"You have committed many unforgivable crimes, and to have you in this world is to be irresponsible to the rest of the world.

As your professor, the leader on your magical path, I must kill you, don't blame me"

The old man is not pedantic, knowing that Voldemort's confession at this time is just a hypocritical show.

When all Horcruxes were put on the bright side, Voldemort's life had already been drawn to an end.

Dumbledore raised the Elder Wand and cast the Fiercefire Curse himself.

"All in silence."

Be dead, Tom.

Be dead, Voldemort.

Fiercefire condensed into an angry phoenix, devouring "Mavologunte's Ring".

"No!"

Voldemort screamed like a drowning man trying to grab anything he could.

But he is like an island floating on the sea, and he has nothing to rely on except pain.
The flames raged, and the soul was devoured.

Those ambitions and arrogance dissipated with the disappearance of Fiendfire, leaving only an ominous and filthy body.

After all, the Dark Lord did not get back the "Lord of the Rings" he was thinking of.

On July 26, [-], he fell.

(End of this chapter)