A friendly day at Hogwarts

Harry's wand took action on its own.

The holly wand seemed to suddenly have self-awareness, and the irresistible force pulled Harry's hand in the direction of the killing curse.Under everyone's gaze, a golden flame that no one had ever seen spurted out.

The flame turned into a thin line and shot straight towards Voldemort like a powerful crossbow arrow.

The confrontation scene in the movie did not happen. The green light that everyone could not resist was like paper, being crushed like a piece of paper.

Under the golden light, the expressions on Voldemort's face changed one after another.Anger - cruelty - surprise, even fear, the pupils in the eyes that were already wide open widened even more.

He just watched the flames pour into the tip of the staff, but he was unable to do anything.

Time seemed to be frozen, and in slow motion like a movie, fine cracks appeared one after another on the elm wand that originally belonged to Lucius Malfoy, and the wood of the wand body groaned under the load.

until...

"Boom!"

After all, the little wand could not withstand the powerful magic power of the golden flame, and was instantly blown into pieces that filled the sky, and was lost in the dazzling huge fireball.

"No!!!!"

Although the flame magic was powerful, it was not enough to really hurt Voldemort. He waved his hands and roared fiercely.

good chance!

That was the only thought that ran through Glenn's mind.

Sharp knives appeared in two hands, one cold and the other hot - the sorrow of frost and the joy of fire.

Another golden light flashed, and it was still a familiar voice——

"Xiu!"

With only a few milliseconds of time difference, a figure suddenly appeared behind Voldemort, who raised his head and yelled angrily.

Cold light and fire light shine at the same time.

Secret skill--kidney stabbing knife!

Two sharp magic daggers penetrated Voldemort's waist and ribs without any delay. Blood spurted out from both sides of his spine in the blink of an eye.

"Bang!" "Bang!" twice.

After succeeding, Glenn didn't even hesitate for a moment, and immediately launched the Wind Step, using the acceleration effect to retreat, and the two daggers left in Voldemort's body exploded at the same time.

This time, it was many times more serious than the two stab wounds Quilo received back then.

"Uhhh!!!"

Voldemort's scream echoed throughout the entire Hogwarts campus.

We are both made of flesh and blood. If we were an ordinary person, even if we were a wizard, under such severe trauma, we would immediately lose the ability to move even if we did not die on the spot.

But Voldemort is not an ordinary human being after all. Even so, he can still burst out with powerful power in an instant.

He screamed and turned around, his scarlet eyes almost ready to burst into flames.His majesty, the Dark Lord, actually suffered big losses twice in a row using the same trick.

With a wave of his robe sleeves, powerful magic power erupted for an unknown number of times. The air seemed to explode. The impact carried Glenn flying several meters backwards, and he crashed into the pillar behind him awkwardly, revealing his figure.

After all, he is one of the few powerful dark wizards in history, so casting spells without a wand is a no-brainer, although the actual destructive power will be slightly reduced.

Fortunately, Glenn was able to escape far enough due to the acceleration effect, and he drew out his wand in time to block it. Although his back was painful from the impact, he did not suffer any substantial damage after all.

"It's you...Ollivander again!" Voldemort miraculously controlled the injury, summoned Bellatrix's wand to his hand, and said viciously.

Although he acted as if he was unscathed, his face as golden as paper and his slightly trembling hands could not be hidden.

Glenn rubbed his sore shoulder and smiled "shyly" at Voldemort.

"Hello, Mr. Riddle, we meet again."

"Good...very good..." The expression on Voldemort's face twisted for a moment, and he was obviously very angry. "Let the great Dark Lord bleed...Are you ready to accept the punishment?"

Glenn smiled slightly: "To be honest, I didn't actually

What kind of punishment are you going to accept because..."

He did not continue speaking because a figure slowly emerged in front of him.

He has a tall and thin figure, wearing a purple cloak that reaches the floor, and a pair of high-heeled boots with buckles. His long silver hair and beard hang down naturally to his waist.

That is...

"Dumbledore!!!"

There were bursts of exclamations from the crowd, and although the tone was different, they all called out the same person's name.It was obvious that with the appearance of this person, all the Death Eaters invariably had some intention of retreating.

A Dark Lord who had been fighting for a long time and was seriously injured... would he still be Dumbledore's opponent?

"We meet again, Tom." Dumbledore said with a trademark smile on his face, and deliberately imitated Glenn's tone just now.

The bad taste of an old fox.

The expression on Voldemort's face became more and more complicated, with shock, anger, confusion, and a hint of fear that he was probably not even aware of.

At this point, how could he still not see that this was a carefully prepared strategy - to invite you into the urn.

"Severus..." He slowly turned his head and looked at Snape, "Did you lie to me?"

Snape nodded slightly, with a smile that almost never appeared on his face: "Yes, I'm sorry, my respected 'Master'..."

This scene is very much like Tony Leung on the rooftop.

"Sorry, I'm a police officer..."

"When did it start?" Voldemort asked with a gloomy face.

A trace of sadness flashed in Snape's eyes: "The day you killed Lily with your own hands."

"Women?" Voldemort sneered, "There are so many women in the world who have purer blood and are more worthy of—"

"You don't know what love is, Tom, do you?" Dumbledore interrupted softly.

Voldemort's chest rose and fell, obviously unable to suppress his anger, but he still managed to hold it back and looked at Dumbledore again.

With the appearance of Dumbledore, it is obvious that his plan cannot succeed. The most important thing now is to find a way to get out of here.

"Excellent plan, Dumbledore," he said. "It looks like you want to get rid of all my servants, don't you?"

Although Nagini was killed in front of him, Voldemort was still confident because of the existence of other Horcruxes.

Ravenclaw's diadem, and Hufflepuff's golden cup, he was confident, would be impossible for anyone to find.

"To be honest, my plan may be bigger than you guessed." Dumbledore said in a calm voice and walked forward slowly.

"Oh?" Voldemort sneered, "According to your opinion, you don't want to kill me too, right?"

"There is no "also"," Dumbledore shook his head. "From now on, only you will die tonight, Tom. As for these dear Death Eater guests, they will get a long-term stay in Azkaban." Residency opportunity.”