Enter Hogwarts

Voldemort sighed.

The main reason for sighing was that he felt that he wasted too much time on this guy.

He is also weaker than ever before.

The most loyal servants are all in Azkaban, and my own strength is not as bad as before...

Forget it, let’s not waste time.

Go find the prophecy...

Suddenly, he seemed to hear the cold chirping of birds in his ears.

"Damn!"

Sure enough, in the next second, a big bird with bright feathers flew out of the flames. However, it ignored Voldemort who was close at hand. Instead, it flapped its wings and flew to the corner.

It fell on Larry's shoulders.

"Larry", who was lying on the spot and turned into a corpse, slowly disappeared, like a dandelion blown away by the wind.

A drop of clear tears flowed down the corner of Phoenix's eyes and landed on the wound on Larry's arm. The spreading blackness around his arm slowly faded away.

"Ah, it seems that I came at the right time..." Dumbledore said briskly, "Sorry, old friend, I was delayed for a while due to an accident..."

Larry waved his hands feebly. Although he had just deceived Voldemort with an illusion, the ancient magic was impacted by Voldemort's violent magic, which had no impact on him. He no longer had the strength to speak.

"Ah, look, who is here?..." Voldemort said angrily: "The greatest white wizard of this century! The hero who defeated two Dark Lords one after another..."

"In fact, Gellert has never considered himself the Dark Lord. At his time, there was no such title as the Dark Lord..." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Shut up!" Voldemort narrowed his eyes, "I have heard enough of your high-sounding words. Do you want me to report the things you did back then in the Daily Prophet? Do you really think you are cleaner than me? Where to go?"

Dumbledore's smile disappeared.

"Tom, in fact, just because I was lost, so..."

"So, you regard me as a scourge..." Voldemort interrupted Dumbledore, "From the day I entered school, no, from the day you went to the orphanage to give me the admission notice, you have been staring at me!"

"Tom, I..."

"Get out of the way, Professor Dumbledore..." Voldemort said calmly, "I don't want to kill anyone today, I just want the prophecy..."

Dumbledore opened his mouth and finally said: "I'm sorry..."

Two magical lights, one green and one red, met in mid-air, sparking little sparks...

Mr. Augustus ran to Li Ang with a smile.

"Come on, kid, do what you want!"

"I've found help for you!"

Li Ang nodded, glanced at the uncles and aunts, took a deep breath, and rubbed the elder wand in his hand.

Once again he felt the joy and joy of the wand.

Raise your hands and point to the sky.

The large dark cloud gathered by everyone's efforts suddenly expanded outward.

The fire dragon felt the pressure and roared at the dark clouds.

Li Ang was not distracted, and even closed his eyes, feeling the moist airflow in the air.

Gradually, the dark clouds spread to cover the entire sky.

Li Ang opened his eyes, and there seemed to be a shadow of thunder and lightning flashing across his eyes.

"I've wanted to try this trick for a long time!" he shouted at Laurendius in the strong wind.

"what?"

"Stinky lizard, let's see what a dragon is!" Li Ang shouted, stirring the wand!

In the dark clouds, countless thunder and lightning gathered and turned into a ferocious thunder dragon!

But unlike the fire dragon flying in the air, its body is slender, with antlers, covered with scales, and four short but sharp eagle claws.

The thunder dragon poked its head out of the dark clouds. The fire dragon finally couldn't hold it anymore and turned around to escape.

Unfortunately, it's a little late.

As Li Ang waved his wand, the thunder dragon caught up with the fire dragon that was supposed to be guarding Gringotts at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye, opened its big mouth, and swallowed it whole!

Countless lightning flashes floated on the surface of the fire dragon's body, while more invisible ones raged inside its body. The fire dragon let out a wail and fell heavily to the ground, rolling and crushing countless houses.

After a cup of tea, the howl of the fire dragon gradually dissipated, and the air was filled with the aroma of meat.

The uncles and aunts who were asked to help by Mr. Augustus stared blankly at the little boy standing in the center of the ruins. After a while, they ran over with cheers, lifted Li Ang up, and threw him away again and again. to heaven.

"Look, this is our kid from Hufflepuff House! Did you see what he did just now?" A man with tendons pointed at Li Ang and showed off to passers-by...

"What a good child! When my daughter comes back, I have to tell her to keep an eye on her at school. Otherwise, next year, I don't know how many girls will have to send love letters to this brat..." Mr. Augustus stood. He stood beside his wife and muttered softly, causing her to roll her eyes.

Dumbledore and Voldemort fought fiercely all the way, destroying countless floor tiles and stone pillars.

Fortunately, the British Ministry of Magic is not really in need. After hearing that the headquarters was attacked, Kingsley decisively brought a group of Aurors over for reinforcements.

Of course, it has nothing to do with Dumbledore...

Kingsley wisely did not interfere in the battle between the two, not even the Silent Man in the Department of Mysteries.

They are very strong, but it depends on who you compare with.

The two people who were really hot in front of them were the Dark Lord who dominated the British Isles and the legendary White Wizard. They just shouted six from the side.

Of course, they still hope that Comrade Deng will win. After all, they probably won't have good juice if the other one wins.

Voldemort leaned towards the Prophecy Hall while fighting. He was really not in the mood to fight Dumbledore today.

He was even a little aggrieved.

He just wants to see the prophecies related to him, why is it so difficult?

Why, as the party involved in the prophecy, he is not qualified to listen to it?

But Dumbledore blocked him in advance every time, as if he had to step over me if he wanted to see the prophecy.

Seeing that the Aurors and Silent Men around him had something in mind, Voldemort turned into a black shadow and broke through the ceiling.

"Dumbledore, I want to see how many years you can live!"

Dumbledore put away his wand and put his hands in his sleeves.

He didn't have to wait many years, and now he felt like he was beyond his capabilities.

Fortunately, he still has time to wait until the next generation grows up.

"Albus..." Kingsley walked over and asked worriedly: "He..."

"Ah, don't worry, he won't come again tonight..." Dumbledore wiped his glasses, "Although he may not give up, he will still try his best to get the prophecy here..."

"The prophecy here...is it true?" Kingsley looked at the mess around him and asked curiously.

Although he is an Auror of the Ministry of Magic, he really can't come to this place.

"Ah, yes...yes, about the prophecy..." Dumbledore's eyes were dark and he didn't know what he was thinking.