The Fake Dark Wizard of Hogwarts

"Death Eaters? I didn't expect you would dare to come out. Your master has fallen!"

The old man next to Dumbledore spoke first, but was immediately bombarded by a life-killing curse and had to evade it after disapparating.

As the Death Eater in front said loudly: "This is not only for my ridiculous master, but also for myself! It is because of his contribution that I can control this demon."

"You control Tom?" The wand in Dumbledore's hand was ready to go, ready to kill him with a spell at any time.

"You can't say that. After all, I still respect him. I'm just using him."

"Using? Are you sure you were using him?"

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Most of the land within the barrier has been destroyed, but before Ole can think of a way to escape, the terrifying crack is about to swallow him up. If this continues, he will soon become a sacrifice to the devil.

Mundungus shook Ole's shoulders like crazy and shouted: "Why! Why do you have to come here! What should we do now? We are all going to die!"

Rhea wasn't afraid, she just looked at Ole numbly, "You are a good person, but it's a pity that you shouldn't have come to Albania. This is an unknown place..."

"Shut up! Mundungus, do you think I want to die? Be quiet and let me think of a solution!"

Mundungus did not blame Ole, but knelt down towards the center of the barrier and shouted: "I'm sorry! I'm guilty, I shouldn't steal other people's money bags, please let me go, let me go..."

Before he finished speaking, he couldn't help but slumped down on the ground and cried, slapping his cheeks while crying. He didn't know whether to blame himself or to confess to the devil.

"Okay! Confess to the devil? Mundungus, you are really talented."

After Ole recalled what Ravenclaw said, he had a crazy idea in his mind, and now he could only give it a try.

Ole held the wand tightly in his hand, holding the Ravenclaw diadem in the other hand, and walked towards the center of the barrier.

As he walked, Ole swept away the dust on his body and straightened his sleeves, thinking:

"Even if you die, there must be some sense of ceremony."

Although Ole walked slowly, the speed of the crack's expansion was unsatisfactory. Soon he saw the magma in the crack and the huge eye inside.

The black mist transformed from Voldemort's soul was on top, seeming to be talking to the devil.

But soon his soul gradually solidified and seemed to be on the verge of transforming into a body.

Suddenly, there was a shattering sound. Ole guessed that the barrier was broken. Just as he was about to retreat, he was swallowed by the crack and fell from above.

When the devil saw the wand in Ole's hand, he caught it directly.

"Which one of you two is the messenger of Haierbo?"

The devil looked at these two people at this time, both of them had the aura of Haierbo, and for a moment he couldn't tell which one was real.

Voldemort stared at Ole, his bloody eyeballs looming in the black mist, as if he wanted to eat Ole alive.

"Devil, I think I am the messenger of Herbo. Look at the crown in that boy's hand. That is Ravenclaw's crown!"

Voldemort is bewitching the devil, which makes Ole a little confused about which one is the devil.

"Master Demon, that person stole Master Haierbo's magic and even made the crown into a Horcrux, so he has the aura of Master Haierbo."

When Voldemort heard Ole's words, the black mist around him surged more and more violently, and he even wanted to rush over and kill Ole directly.

"In this case, you two will fight each other. Whoever wins can let me help him."

Then both Ole and Voldemort were teleported into the void, but neither of them could do anything to the other. When Voldemort wanted to boil Ole to death, a green light hit him.

The death curse enhanced by the black wizard's special effects even summoned the shadow of the God of Death.

This tall figure holding a scythe and wearing a black robe pinched the remnant soul of Voldemort and said slowly: "Horcrux...damn Herbo!"

Then his figure slowly dissipated, but before dissipating, Death glanced at Ole's wand and pointed at it.

When Ole opened his eyes again, he was back in this crack, or canyon.

"Whatever wish you have, I will help you fulfill it as appropriate, and then I will collect the sacrifice."

The devil thought that after completing this business quickly, he would return to hell to enjoy those delicious sacrifices, and then have a good sleep.

"Sacrifice? What other sacrifices do you want to collect?"

This made Ole wary. Could it be that he wanted to kill someone again?

"Of course it's all the humans in this country, otherwise what do you think it is? But you humans are really cunning. You hold ceremonies in small countries every time, so I have very little to eat every time I go out!"

Just as Ole was about to speak, he saw his body began to rise rapidly, and finally flew directly to the clouds.

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"This is Helbo's magic. Tom and he both have Parseltongues. Maybe this is a way to control demons?"

Dumbledore was not sure, but he knew that Voldemort could not be easily controlled, or that he should be willing to be used.

"I am the main force of ritual magic, and this power has also strengthened me. Otherwise, how could you not defeat me until now? With that pitiful Dark Lord, why does he control the devil?"

"In that case, just see what the devil will do to you. I'm also curious about how Tom will treat someone who betrays him."

Suddenly, the flying figure attracted Dumbledore's attention, and then he said: "Let's see what happens to you next, Tom's great contributor."

After Ole flew out, another big hand stretched out from the crack, and he grabbed the ground with both hands. Then he saw that the crack in the ground was getting bigger and bigger, and finally almost the entire Albanian forest was gone. Only then did the devil stick out half of his body. .

"It's so crowded! It's such a stingy place. I wouldn't come to a place like this if it weren't for the sacrifices!"

The devil's mentality of showing off has become more and more serious. Those who were killed by the black wizard only opened the door to hell. Now he can't get a bite of food and has to open the door himself. The devil has decided not to do anything anymore. Come to this hellish place!

"That's right! Where is the person who presides over the ritual magic? Let me put him in my belly first!"

Dumbledore below looked at the towering demon body, and then at the Death Eaters in front. With a harmless smile on his face, he said lightly: "It seems that your situation is not good. ?”