hp Ouroboros

"I'm going to die, one day." Dumbledore stabilized his body and stood up straight again, his tone and face remained calm, as if he didn't take the crisis in front of him seriously at all, "But that's not the worst business, Tom."

"There is nothing worse than death, Dumbledore!" growled Voldemort.

"Then you are very wrong." Dumbledore retorted softly. He lifted his foot and walked slowly towards Voldemort. There were no bunkers around him that could protect him in time.

Harry wanted to loudly remind Dumbledore to be careful, but before that, he saw Dumbledore walking while pulling out his left hand that had been stuck in the pocket of his robe before. Harry thought it was just Dumbledore's calm demeanor , but now he can only choke the words of reminder in his throat, watching Dumbledore pull out his left hand - a scorched and thin left hand with a ring on the palm.

Harry wasn't the only one who saw Dumbledore's hand, Voldemort was too, but compared to Harry's shock and disbelief, Voldemort was more shocked and angry.

"What did you do! No...you...it seems that you found my ring." Voldemort suppressed the shock and anger on his face, and his tone was stiff.

"Yes, I paid a little price, but I don't think this exchange is a disadvantage, does it?"

Voldemort didn't answer right away, but looked at Dumbledore and the seemingly ordinary ring on his scorched hand with a very bad expression.Just when Harry thought Voldemort would say something more, he suddenly shot a dazzling green light at Dumbledore who was not far away from him.

Dumbledore raised his wand and shot a red light to fight back. The two rays of light collided in the air, bursting out with countless sparks and a tooth-piercing sound of '呲啦呲啦'.

"You won't pay such a small price, Dumbledore!" Voldemort took a step forward with a grinning grin. With this step, his spell became stronger and pushed Dumbledore back all of a sudden. Forced to take a step back, his old figure seemed to be crumbling.

"A horcrux in exchange for your life, it's a good deal! It's a good deal!" With Voldemort's loud laughter, the strong green light finally overwhelmed Dumbledore's red curse, and Dumbledore fell to the side, barely dodging , the wand in his hand also flew out, slid over a certain distance, and circled on the floor.

"You lost, Dumbledore, you finally lost to me!" Voldemort walked quickly around Dumbledore, who was sitting upside down on the ground, "By the way, I also heard a piece of news... Someone said, the old man The wand is in your hand—the most powerful wand with the most powerful master, I have to agree. But now..." Voldemort's voice trailed off, and he left Dumbledore's place and walked quickly Go pick up the wand that Dumbledore dropped just now.

The expression can be said to be gently stroking the special burl-like decoration on the wand, the corners of the mouth gradually opened, showing a secret smile, "Now I am the most powerful wizard." Said Voldemort raised the wand Pointing at Dumbledore, it seemed that he was going to kill him.

Harry tried to jump up, but the house-elf statue arranged by Dumbledore to protect him firmly blocked him and dragged him back. Harry screamed and wanted to break free, but the metal The statue was not something he could break free with a boy's strength, and he was pulled farther and farther away, his shouts not even getting Voldemort's attention.

When Voldemort turned his wrist, he suddenly stopped, and then screamed as if he had been stabbed by someone: "No!!! Nagini!! My Nagini!! No !!"

It seemed that not only had he sensed that something had happened to his big snake, Voldemort looked weaker all of a sudden, and even took a few steps staggeringly on the spot before he managed to stabilize his body.

Seeing that Voldemort seemed to be injured, but Professor Dumbledore didn't have a wand in his hand to knock him down, Harry wanted to break free from the house elf statue that had been guarding him, at least let him pass the wand in his hand to Deng. Professor Bullido is also good!

But Dumbledore seemed to have sensed Harry's struggle, and he turned over suddenly and got up from the ground, yelling at him, "Don't move! Don't move Harry!"

Harry heard the panic in Dumbledore's voice, and it froze for a moment before trying to free the statue's metal arm from his collar.He didn't understand why Dumbledore was so frightened all of a sudden, even when he was so calm when he saw Voldemort about to kill him just now.

Except for Sirius who fell to the side, Lucius who was lying on the ground and weeping softly, Professor Dumbledore who had stood up, and Voldemort who was still in pain and hadn't recovered, the whole hall was empty, Harry There was no danger at all.

Just when Harry analyzed the situation in front of him for a while, and wanted to break free from the statue guard again, suddenly, the scar on his forehead exploded like a *masked keyword*, and Harry lost all consciousness in an instant. He felt vaguely *masked keyword*, along with a pain he hadn't even imagined.

Everything in front of him disappeared, and Harry felt that he was being tightly entwined by a monster with red eyes. In the agony, he heard his own voice, "Kill me now, Dumbledore!"

"If death is nothing, Dumbledore, then kill the kid!" Harry couldn't see anything and was dying, but the monster was still using him to speak, with hatred and mocking in his hoarse voice.

The pain lasted for who knows how long, and just as Harry's crumbling hope that Professor Dumbledore would simply kill him and the monster to end it all, the pain disappeared.

Blinking his eyes, he could see things again. He was lying on the floor with his head down, wrestling with chills all over his body, and there was a buzzing sound in his ears. This was a bit strange, Harry thought vaguely, barely struggling Looking up to find where the *blocked keyword* dropped the glasses.

"Are you all right, Harry?" Dumbledore's voice was close to his as his glasses were handed to him.

"Thank you...it's okay..." Harry replied, putting on his glasses with his trembling hands, probably because of the severe headache just now, the scene in front of him is still a bit blurry now, but he can already come out of the hall as before. It was different—the many fireplaces embedded in the walls in front of the hall kept bursting with green fire, and countless wizards, men and women, squeezed into the hall from the fireplaces.

After Dumbledore helped Harry to his feet, he finally saw who the panic-stricken squat wizard was, and the Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge, pushed his way through the crowd in front of him, panting towards Dumbledore. Lido is coming here.

"There he is!" cried a ponytailed man in scarlet robes *shielded keywords*, pointing to the fountain in the middle of the hall, now just a bare pool, commanded by Dumbledore The statues are now on the ground, scattered around the hall.

"I saw it, Mr. Fudge. I swear he is the mysterious man. He apparated a man!" The wizard with ponytail and punk trendy said excitedly as he pulled Fudge.

"I know, Williamson, I know, I have eyes myself! I saw him too!" Fudge babbled violently, breaking away from the wizard's entanglement, and hurried over like Dumbledore, almost at a trot.

"Merlin's white beard!" Fudge ran up to Dumbledore, panting, and Harry saw that he was still wearing pajamas under the cloak at this moment, "Ministry of Magic?! Incredible! I mean... how. ..?!"

"If you go downstairs to the Department of Mysteries, Connelly," said Dumbledore, his tone returning to his usual composure, even more serious and forceful than ever, "you'll see *masked keywords* There are a few escaped Death Eaters in the room, bound by the Anti-Apparition Charm, waiting for you to dispose of them."

"But why do you..."

"Connelly, I don't have time to argue with you now," Dumbledore frowned his silvery-white eyebrows. The respected wizard became serious, and shut Fudge's face, which was about to interrupt, with an ugly expression. , "A few minutes ago, you also saw it with your own eyes, the truth I have been telling you all this year. Voldemort is back."

Listening to Fudge and Dumbledore complaining, Harry was dazed and pushed towards the fireplace by Dumbledore, and he didn't look back until he stepped into the fireplace and looked into Dumbledore's blue eyes behind half-moon lenses god.

"Go back to school, wait in my headmaster's room, don't go out. I have to go back immediately, I can't let Miss Slytherin and the others deal with it alone, you know." Dumbledore said to Harry with a wink.

"Miss Slytherin?! What's wrong with her?" Fudge was blocked by Dumbledore's tall figure, and asked loudly, but Dumbledore ignored him completely.

Sisters?What to do alone?Confused, Harry grabbed a handful of floo powder under Dumbledore's instructions, "Hogwarts Headmaster's Office." He read as Dumbledore asked.

The moment he sprinkled the Floo powder, Harry suddenly realized what Dumbledore was going to say-could this be related to Voldemort's sudden scream and trauma? !So the seniors solved Voldemort's big snake pet Nagini? !wrong?That snake turned out to be a soul... Before he could sort out a clue in the chaos of thoughts, the bright green flame brought by the Floo powder sprang up and swallowed Harry, and with the familiar hook behind his belly button With a jerk, the polished wooden floor disappeared beneath his feet.