Chapter 577 Provocation From the Dark Lord

Lupine fell to the ground, he stared blankly at this scene, and looked at Pettigrew Peter with some unacceptable, "So... what Anton said is true?"

"No!" Peter Pettigrew screamed, "I don't, I really don't, but you don't believe me!"

"Stand back!"

He roared loudly, and with the wand clenched tightly in his left hand, he tapped his right hand, which was missing a finger, "See, if I move my finger, the whole street will blow up, if you don't want to see Harry Potter was blown to pieces, come here as soon as possible! See if it's your spell or mine!"

"Sure enough it's you!" Snape's expression became fierce, he tightly clenched the wand in his hand, wishing he could give Pettigrew a death curse right now.

But no, Harry Potter was in his hands. Although he hated this child, he couldn't just watch Lily's son die like this.

Anton raised his eyebrows at Dumbledore: You don't intend to make a move?

Dumbledore winked: "Look for yourself, how many professors there are here, if you want me, an old man over a hundred years old, to take action, then I think highly of him!"

Anton rolled his eyes and closed his mind again.

Old Deng planned to have fun, but he was sleepy to death. Today he endured the torture of the terrible mad witch for a whole day, and his whole body was exhausted to the extreme. Otherwise, he could not wait for the potion that Mrs. Pince sent. Lie down on the ground and go straight to sleep.

And he was really hungry.

No matter how powerful the magic power is, wizards still have to eat.

He drew his wand lazily...

hum~~

A terrifying black crack suddenly appeared in mid-air next to Peter's head, and there were faintly dense dark red lightning surges.

Dumbledore stood up in surprise, his eyes became serious, "This is not your spell!"

Anton looked at the wand in his hand in amazement, "I haven't had time to do it yet?"

Then, black cracks appeared one after another at the same place, as if a terrifying monster was frantically tearing at the invisible barrier.

"Stand back!"

Dumbledore gave a soft snort, drew out the Elder Wand and stepped forward, letting the other professors step aside.

"Peter Pettigrew, release Harry now, immediately, immediately!"

Pettigrew stared at Dumbledore's face in horror, swallowed, and suddenly grabbed even tighter, "Ha, you think I'll believe you, let me go and I'll die right away, I know it!"

hum~~

The strange voice sounded again.

Suddenly, there were more and more cracks, just like the strokes of a sketch, gradually forming a three-dimensional skull, with empty eye holes facing Dumbledore, and slowly opening its mouth.

Then, a dark red lightning snake swam out of the skull.

"!!!"

"Dark Mark!" Everyone exclaimed.

"Haha~" Peter Pettigrew looked at all this in disbelief, "My master...my master is here to save me!"

At this moment, he suddenly felt pain in his arm. It turned out that Harry bit him while he was not paying attention, broke free from his arms, and rushed behind Dumbledore like a madman.

Pettigrew was subconsciously going to chase, but found that Anthony Weasley slowly stood beside Dumbledore, blocking his vision.

"You are dead!"

Pettigrew looked at Dumbledore and Anton fiercely, "My master is coming!"

Buzz~~~

That strange voice sounded again, and suddenly, the entire Dark Mark exploded, and a figure appeared inside the mist.

"Owner!"

Pettigrew screamed in surprise.

"?" Voldemort glanced at him for a moment, ignored him, and just looked at Dumbledore and Anton, smiling fiercely.

"Dumbledore, guess how many lives it took me to construct this magic that transmits information?"

Lao Deng frowned and looked at him, only to see Voldemort standing barefoot in a jungle in the black mist, beside him, the ground was full of soldiers in camouflage uniforms.

"Wow~"

Anton leaned forward in amazement, and looked straight into the pile of corpses in the black mist, "AK47! Bazooka! You were also attacked by mercenaries?"

"Attack?" Voldemort sneered. "Obviously, these muggles have found my place of residence and are planning to seek my cooperation through the rumors they heard from wizards."

"Oh~"

He sneered, "The lowly race only deserves slavery and death. Cooperation? Are they worthy?"

Voldemort slowly twisted his back, stretched his pale arms, and touched the bridge of his tall nose, "The taste of life passing away is really great, Dumbledore, my strength is almost fully restored."

He suddenly stared at Dumbledore with wide eyes, grinned extremely, and laughed, very wildly.

"I'm about to return to the peak of my strength, oh, let me guess, Dumbledore, your strength is not as good as before, right?"

"The wizard's so-called longevity is not real longevity at all. It will still reach its peak in adulthood like a Muggle, and then go downhill all the way. The longer the lifespan, the more strength it will drop, and it will eventually become lingering."

"But..."

He raised his hand, wiggling his pale and slender fingers, "A complete soul, a deeper magical field, breaking through the limit of the Horcrux of 'Despicable Haierbo', haha, I am stronger than you can imagine .Dumbledore! You are dead~"

Voldemort licked the corners of his mouth, his eyes glowed like snakes, and stared at Dumbledore's face, "You wait for me, it will be soon, I will kill you with my own hands!"

Dumbledore held the Elder Wand and looked at Voldemort coldly, panting heavily, and a strong wind began to surge around him.

roar!

The strong wind twirled his long white beard and danced his wizard robe, but nothing could shake his eyes.

"Tom Riddle, the biggest mistake in my life was to bring you to Hogwarts myself."

Dumbledore raised his left hand, and Peter Pettigrew not far away seemed to be swept by a huge gust of wind and pulled over, floating in mid-air beside Dumbledore.

"help me!"

Peter Pettigrew looked at the figure in the black mist in panic, and screamed, "Master, save me!"

Dumbledore sneered, "Tom's ability to break through the defensive magic of Hogwarts Castle is already the limit, and you still expect him to cross such a long distance to save you?"

Anton swallowed beside him.

Dumbledore at this time was really different from what he had seen in the past, he was so cold and terrifying.

By the way, Anton vaguely remembered that when Dumbledore accidentally spied on the information in his mind and knew that he had time-traveled into a novel, his expression at that time was also a little similar, and it looked extraordinarily ferocious.

At that time, it seemed that his patience with everything was exhausted, and the nature of the White Demon King was fully exposed.

Boom!

Dumbledore's old fingers covered with strange rings snapped.

Anton watched in astonishment as Peter Pettigrew suddenly exploded in mid-air.

Yes, explosion.

The whole person instantly shattered, exploded into countless fragments, bound in an oval invisible space and turned into a blood mist.

"Dumbledore!" Voldemort roared in the black mist, "How dare you kill my men in front of me!"

Dumbledore just looked at him coldly, "Tom, you don't understand the power of death at all, don't you want to learn? I'll show you!"

He gently raised the Elder Wand, a stream of plasma rushed straight into the black mist, and appeared in front of Voldemort in an instant.

Boom!

"Ah~~~"

Voldemort let out a shrill scream, and he held his shoulder in disbelief. There used to be a right hand, but now there is only a big hole, and blood gushes out.

"Dumbledore! Dumbledore! I'm going to kill you!"

Lao Deng just smiled faintly, as if to let off steam, and he felt refreshed.

"No, Tom, this class is not over yet, don't faint, come and see what is the power of life."

As he spoke, he raised the old wand and tapped the blood mist in the air, only to hear the sound of a heartbeat suddenly coming from inside.

bang bang~ bang bang~

The entire oval space expanded and contracted, and after a while, a short skeleton appeared inside. Then, the heart, lungs, internal organs appeared one by one, muscles and blood vessels spread one by one, and even the skin began to grow.

In an instant, Peter Pettigrew reappeared in midair. He looked at all this in a daze, raised his arms in doubt, and asked, "I'm not dead?"

"Hahaha……"

Voldemort let out a shrill laugh, "Pieces to pieces! Soul bound! Resurrection! Dumbledore, are you going to show me how powerful you are in the field of black magic?"

Dumbledore sighed, "Can't you understand? Only love, only love can make all these black magic not affect you."

"ridiculous!"

Voldemort let out a shrill cry, "It's ridiculous!"

The black mist in mid-air began to vibrate, and Voldemort fell to the ground, panting heavily and staring at the side of the black mist, his voice became extremely weak, "I see, it must be the Elder Wand, the Deathly Hallows is indeed bigger than I imagined. You are so powerful, Dumbledore, you wait, when I recover, I will kill you and grab this powerful wand!"

Dumbledore frowned completely, "I'm really ridiculous, trying to save your soul in vain, you are hopeless!"

"Disgusting!" Voldemort laughed wildly, "You are disgusting, don't think I don't know, you used the power of Peter's death to attack me, and you used Peter's life force to shape his body while his soul was still there, I asked You, how many years can the current Peter live? Haha? How many years can you live? Is this what you call love?"

"ridiculous!"

Then, before Dumbledore could say anything, the black mist disappeared in an instant, leaving only Voldemort's wild laughter echoing in the principal's office.

How dare you!

Anton twitched in the corner of his eye. The two masters and apprentices still like to quarrel so much, and Voldemort has really become smarter this time. After scolding him, he cut off the communication without giving Dumbledore a chance to refute.

He looked at Dumbledore's angry expression with a strange face, and hurriedly walked towards the corner obediently.

At this time, he couldn't make any actions that would cause the White Demon King to explode emotionally, otherwise the old man would definitely take the opportunity to vent his anger on himself.

Boom~

Pettigrew Peter was smashed in front of everyone by the strong wind with a huge force, "I leave it to you!"

Dumbledore glared at Anton, and walked straight out the door, "Mercenaries? It seems that someone has learned to use the power of Muggles? It's really interesting!"

Snape viciously drew out his wand and pointed at Peter Pettigrew, "Avada..."

"Severus!" Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick exclaimed at the same time.

"Disarm you!"

Boom!

The wand in Snape's hand flew up and was caught by Lupine.

"L-M-S Lupine!" Snape stared darkly at Lupine's face, "You want to save him?"

"No!" Lupine shook his head, "He must be alive, and only if he is alive can he be cleared of the crime of Sirius!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Snape let out a strange laugh that sounded like a cry, and leaned in front of Lupine coldly, staring at him coldly, "That bedbug deserves more than a crime! Otherwise, he wouldn't have pleaded guilty back then, saying that he killed himself Lily!"

Lupine still shook his head, "I told you, I will rely on him to clear Sirius of his charges!"

The two stared at each other.

"Severus! I must warn you sternly!" Professor McGonagall walked over, "How dare you use the Unforgivable Curse in front of the students!"

Snape glared at Professor McGonagall angrily, "I don't believe that if you met the witch who murdered your husband, you wouldn't want to cast the Killing Curse on him on the spot!"

Professor McGonagall shook his head firmly, "I will send her to the Wizengamot for trial! Please remember, this is a school, not a place of chaos. I will not allow you to use lynching!"

Snape took a deep breath, glanced at McGonagall, then at Lupine, then he turned his head to look for Anton's figure, only to find that the child had slipped away quietly!

"!!!"

"snort!"

He snatched his wand from Lupin's hand, "Then you just keep an eye on him, don't let me see him slip out, I swear, let me see him one more time, I will kill him !"

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked towards the gate. The wizard robe was bulging, and the back of the bat that looked chic, but there was an indescribable sadness.

Professor McGonagall looked at his back and sighed.