Chapter 146 Oh~ My Dear Professor

A thick black mist floated out from Quirrell, and Voldemort's face could be vaguely seen in the black mist.

The black mist exudes a lonely atmosphere, rolling and boiling.

Voldemort gave Dumbledore a cold look, and rushed straight for the door.

At this moment, a runic snake sneaked in at some point, looking around with its head poking its head, two of its heads were still biting madly.

The rune snakes were so infested that even such a secret room would not be spared.

The black mist invaded in an instant, and the rune snake turned around and stared closely at Lao Deng.

The body changes rapidly, and finally transforms into the appearance of an adult wizard.

This was just a short Transfiguration, Anton knew.

Voldemort stepped forward gracefully, staring into Dumbledore's eyes, "Oh~ my dear professor, how are you?"

Dumbledore just stared at him coldly.

"Hahaha~~" Voldemort covered his stomach and leaned back laughingly, pointing at Dumbledore triumphantly, "You can't kill me, you can't kill me, aren't you angry?"

Dumbledore pursed his lips, "I will definitely find a way to destroy you, the devil."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Voldemort pulled his face down with a smile, stared at Dumbledore with cold eyes, turned to Anton and said, "He said he wanted to destroy the devil~"

"How to eliminate, commit suicide?"

Voldemort shook the sleeves of his wide wizard robes, revealing his pale arms, gesticulating with his slender palms on his neck, and sticking out his tongue.

"Ah~~"

"Did you die like this?"

He sneered and made a sharp voice, "Dumbledore, you are the devil!"

"I am also the Demon King!"

As he spoke, he pointed at Anton and laughed loudly, "He will also be the Demon King!"

Voldemort breathed a sigh of relief as if he couldn't breathe from laughing, and then said to Anton, "Do you know why his nose can't be cured? It broke in two, and it looks like this."

"My student, I have come to teach you one last lesson."

He raised his hands high, "Only a lunatic is qualified to be a wizard. That is to say, if you meet any wizard who is so powerful that there is no limit, there is no doubt that he must be a lunatic."

"Muggles' fear and loathing of wizards is not unreasonable. Only a lunatic is worthy of being a wizard and a wizard."

"Anton, if you want to go to the top of the wizarding world, you must give up something and cut it out of your soul. From then on, you will become the top wizard."

"A soul with regrets will have stable extreme emotions, and can easily control powerful spells."

"It's a very simple step, lighten everything, and all the spells will bloom in your hands with effects that ordinary wizards cannot release."

"Every powerful wizard understands this truth. They all have their own paranoia and extremes."

"This truth..."

Voldemort straightened his arms, pointed his index finger at Dumbledore coldly, "He taught me that!"

"Today, I will teach you, hahahahaha..."

Dumbledore sighed, "I never told you that."

"Teach by example!" Voldemort looked complicated, staring at Dumbledore with his face crooked and eyes wide open. "I've been watching you! I've been imitating everything about you! My dear professor."

"I cut everything good to go on this path to greatness."

Voldemort looked disgusted, "The longing for the mother's arms, the love for Dumbledore, all the love for the world, everything, everything!"

"I cut it off, like a piece of disgusting rotten meat, gouging it out from the bottom of my heart."

"It doesn't matter anyway, does it?" Voldemort shook his head. "Oh, Dumbledore, my dear Professor, anyway he thinks I have no love, that I am not born with love."

"Love potion? Love potion can really give birth to children who can't feel love. It has long been banned by the Ministry of Magic. It's ridiculous!"

"Okay, you think I don't have love, okay, then I'll cut it off." He looked at Dumbledore happily, "Hey, I don't want it~"

"I don't want it anymore!" His laughter was full of anger and coldness, it was so weird.

Dumbledore's face was complicated, and his old eyes were full of sadness.

"So, guess what?"

"Hey hey hey~"

"Dumbledore, who used to be out of reach, can't beat me!"

"What a wonderful discovery~"

Dumbledore was silent.

"Oh~"

Voldemort sneered, and turned to Anton, "And you are more dangerous than me. More dangerous."

Anton pointed at himself in surprise, "Me? Uh, professor, you can just say Principal Dumbledore, and ignore me."

"Because you have no sense of identity with this world, you seem to be a ghost floating in the world, unable to find a place to stay." Voldemort's tone was faint, "World destruction? Oh, it's not impossible for you. "

"That's right, my student."

He shook his arm, "Oh~ I don't need to guess, I know that under the mask, you must be pretending to be innocent again. Put away your tricks, it was left over from my play, are you going to lie to me, or lie to you Own?"

Lao Fu, you are very bad.

Give me eye drops before leaving?

Is this what people do?

ah?

"I'm not, I'm not, don't talk nonsense!" Anton said loudly.

"Hey hey hey~~~" Lao Fu's laughter was full of magic.

He opened his hands and said to Dumbledore in a defenseless manner, "I'm right here, aren't you going to kill me? Come on, kill me?"

Dumbledore pursed his lips.

"Since you have made such a sincere request, Professor, I will satisfy you!"

"!!!"

"!!!"

Voldemort was stunned, and turned his head slowly, only to see Anton gently raised his hand and put it on the mask.

Pull it off hard.

Under the mask is a face made of loess.

Countless sands fell from his face, from his sleeves, and from the bottom of his wizard robe.

Dumbledore also looked at Anton in surprise, blinked, and said in disbelief, "A moving figure?"

Crash, Anton collapsed, his wizard robe and mask fell on a pair of loess.

Voldemort's eyes widened suddenly, "Oops!"

His body suddenly changed rapidly, twisted, and finally turned into the appearance of a little wizard.

The golden-red hair is flying, and the cheeks that have gradually grown over the past year have grown in the opposite direction of the cute Ron. He has a tall nose bridge, handsome big eyes, and a thin chin.

The corner of Anton's mouth twitched slightly, and he blinked at Dumbledore.

He gently drew his wand from the inner pocket of his wizard robe, lifted it gracefully, and aimed it at his head.

Said softly, "Cruciate!"

A cursed light flooded his eyes.

In the other eye, the pupil dilated to the limit, countless black mist filled the air, and azure blue lightning surged.

Harry Potter on the ground groaned, as if he was about to wake up.

Dumbledore frowned, and quickly stretched out his fingers, "Dizzy."

Slap.

The half-lifted head hit the ground again.

It's hard to tell whether he was stunned by the curse or the physical impact.

Dumbledore looked at the wall with some sadness, his eyes seemed to drift through the wall to the distant past.

At that time, he gracefully landed in that orphanage, lit the cabinet with a fire, and stared at that poor innocent child forcefully, coldly, with hatred that he didn't know.

Everything is made by him.

Just like the death of his sister, everything was caused by him.

It's like giving Grindelwald great ambitions, everything is created by him.

And he, the most powerful wizard in the world, is powerless to change all this.

Even the slightest.

He knew that the only thing he could do now was to kill Tom, destroy the mistake he had made, and prevent him from killing more people.

But he knew that it was still wrong, it was just...

He has no choice.