Chapter 368

"Let me go! Let me go! What are you going to do!"

Rita was pulled over by two Aurors and thrown into the open space between Voldemort and Fudge.

She looked at Voldemort in horror, screamed, and slowly backed away with her hands on the ground.

The shrill screams echoed in the school infirmary, but no one responded. All this seemed to be a funny silent drama.

The louder Rita yelled, the more everyone felt that this place was very quiet, so quiet that everyone's heart seemed to be grabbed by a terrible cold palm.

"It's her!" Fudge turned ruthless, and pointed at Rita with an extremely hateful gaze, "It's her, everyone is talking about the return of the mysterious man!"

"Oh~" Voldemort nodded gracefully, looking at him very sincerely, "She is right, I have indeed returned."

"!!!"

It was only then that Fudge realized that he had made a mistake in his haste. He looked at everyone in a panic, and felt that everyone was looking at him as if they were looking at a clown.

But at this time, he couldn't control that much anymore.

"But she said you're dead!" Fudge said very bluntly, without any twist at all, as if telling everyone clearly that I was looking for someone who was responsible.

Unexpectedly, Voldemort still nodded very sincerely, with a look of sudden realization.

Gently lowering his pale and slender feet, he stood up and walked slowly towards Fudge. Everyone tensed up, and the wands in their hands followed Voldemort's figure.

"You're right." Voldemort smiled at Fudge, and pointed at Rita lightly with his pale fingers in the depths, "You will be punished for talking nonsense."

Rita tremblingly stared at the front with her eyes wide open, she didn't dare to move, she could only whimper in fear and tremble slightly.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Voldemort looked at her with a smile, and the long nails on his slender fingers shook slightly, and Rita immediately let out a shrill cry and fell to the ground.

Nobody noticed how Voldemort cast his spells, he didn't even hold a wand!

At this moment, even those magic masters who secretly pulled out their wands were frightened.

Casting spells without a wand or silently is not terrible.

Terrifying is this kind of spellcasting that is so familiar that it doesn't even have magic fluctuations.

How strong is Voldemort?

Rita screamed heart-piercingly on the ground, everyone looked at her sadly, some even turned their heads sadly.

Only an old wizard with half his head poking out from behind the tall Auror in the farthest corner outside the crowd looked at this scene suspiciously.

This trick of the Cruciatus Curse looks so damn familiar.

In addition to potions, he studied only two spells in his life, the Cruciatus Curse and the Iron Armor Curse.

I get it now, there is absolutely no one in this world who understands the Cruciatus Curse better than him.

This crushing feeling is very familiar.

Of course, what made him feel more familiar was the twelve-foot-long venomous adder that looked terrifying and walked beside the Dark Lord.

If it wasn't for Anna Rozier, he would be eating shit on his head.

Don't be too familiar with your own family.

"enough!"

At this moment, there was an angry shout, and it was Lao Deng who sat up in shock from dying.

At this moment, Dumbledore looked energetic, as if he had not been cursed, holding a gourd-like wand in one hand, and looked at Voldemort coldly.

"I said, stop."

Rita's screaming stopped abruptly, she rolled her eyes and passed out.

Voldemort turned to look at Lao Deng in surprise, and smiled slightly, "Oh~ my dear professor, I'm so sorry to wake you up."

dear professor?

What kind of weird name is this?

Everyone who didn't know Voldemort's background looked at each other, and the way they looked at Dumbledore was quietly changing.

Dumbledore just looked at Voldemort indifferently, "Tom, what is your purpose?"

Voldemort shrugged, and walked around the circle surrounded by the crowd with bare feet, "Of course it depends on whether you are dead or not, hehehehe, the great Dumbledore is going to die, Dumbledore is dead, how wonderful News."

Old Deng sneered, "I've let you down, I'm fine."

"Really?" The corners of Voldemort's mouth were raised slightly, and he looked at him with a smile, "I think you seem to be holding on."

Dumbledore gently raised his arm, pointed his wand at Voldemort, without the slightest tremor, "Maybe you can try it?"

Voldemort put his right hand on his chest and bowed slightly to salute, "The weather is fine today, let's try another day."

After finishing speaking, he turned and left with a smile on his face. As he walked, the wizards who were crowded at the door gave way one after another.

"oh."

Voldemort stopped at the door, not paying any attention to the wizards who were close at hand, looked at Fudge with a smile, raised his hand slightly and snapped his fingers.

Snapped.

In just an instant, Rita on the ground twisted and turned into a beetle.

Voldemort raised his eyebrows, and smiled slightly, "Look, it's great that there is another wizard who knows Animagus in this world. Please register her with the Ministry of Magic."

With that said, he walked away like no one else was there.

No one stopped him.

No one!

I don't know how long it took, maybe it was just a short while, and Voldemort's laughter came from outside the castle.

"Hey hey hey..."

So arrogant and domineering.

Dumbledore looked around sadly, his eyes full of despair, "There are so many of you, but none of you dare to raise your wand to resist? Even try to attack him with a spell?"

"If I die, who else can fight him?"

I can't argue with it.

Thick and black blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, Dumbledore shook, and finally fell back on the hospital bed.

"Dumbledore!"

...

...

"It's really an Animagus!" Professor McGonagall took a breath after examining Reporter Rita lying on the hospital bed, his eyes filled with disbelief, "He..."

"Just by snapping his fingers like this, he easily turned people into Animagus?"

This simply subverted Professor McGonagall's perception of the world.

Before that, she was still marveling at Anton's talent for this high-end transfiguration technique, and how he could simplify the steps, but now, she knows what Anton is.

How powerful is this so-called 'the most powerful dark wizard in history'?

"Is this a curse or an Animagus?" Mag, an expert in transfiguration, began to doubt his professionalism.

Nicole May and several other masters checked with serious expressions, "The thing on Anthony should be a curse, but the thing on her is the real Animagus!"

But it is not known whether this is the way of using the curse to directly transform the wizard into an Animagus.

Everyone is not sure.

So scary!

How could it be so powerful!

In this world, besides Dumbledore, who else can resist such a powerful dark wizard?

Who else?

Everyone looked at Dumbledore on the hospital bed with serious expressions. After the reflection just now, the breath in the tip of his nose had weakened to the extreme.

If it wasn't for the slight ups and downs of the chest cavity, it would have looked no different from a corpse.

Everyone could feel that Dumbledore was holding on.

Because of everyone's incompetence and cowardice, he gritted his teeth and held on.

The wizarding world cannot live without Dumbledore, but how long can he last?