The Grey Wizard of Hogwarts Chapter 368

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

Rita was pulled over by two Aurors and threw it in the clearing 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. It all seemed like a funny silent drama.

The louder Rita cried, the more everyone felt that it was very quiet here, so quiet that everyone's heart seemed to be grabbed by a terrifyingly cold palm.

"It's her!" Fudge looked stern and pointed at Rita with a look of extreme hatred. "It's her, what about the return of the mysterious man!"

"Oh~" Voldemort nodded gracefully, looking at him very sincerely, "She was right, I did come back."

Only then did Fudge realize that he was in a hurry and made a mistake. He looked at everyone in a panic, but 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 again!" Fudge said extremely bluntly, without any twist at all, as if to tell everyone plainly that I was looking for someone to take the blame.

Unexpectedly, Voldemort still nodded his head very sincerely, as if suddenly realized.

His pale, slender feet dropped gently, stood up, and walked slowly towards Fudge. Everyone was tense, and the wand they held in their hands moved with Voldemort's figure.

"You're right." Voldemort smiled at Fudge, and pointed at Rita with a pale finger in the depths. "Speaking nonsense will be punished."

Rita stared at the front with trembling eyes wide open. She didn't dare to move at all, she could only let out a terrified whimper and a slight convulsive trembling.

"Ha ha ha ha…"

Voldemort looked at her with a laugh, the long nails of the slender fingers shook slightly, and Rita suddenly let out a shrill cry and fell to the ground.

No one noticed how Voldemort cast the spell, he didn't even have a wand!

This time, even the magic masters who secretly pulled out their wands were frightened.

Wandless, silent casting is not terrible.

It's scary that this kind of spellcasting is so familiar that it doesn't even have magic power fluctuations.

How strong is Voldemort!

Rita was screaming on the ground, and everyone looked at her sadly, and some even turned their heads sadly.

Only the old wizard in the farthest corner of the crowd, hiding behind the tall Auror with half his head sticking out, looked at this scene suspiciously.

This drill is so familiar.

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

I understand, there is absolutely no one in this world who understands the Cruciatus better than him.

This piercing feeling is familiar to thieves.

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

If it weren't for Anna Rozier, he would eat **** upside down.

Don't be too familiar with your own family.

"enough!"

At this moment, an angry shout sounded, and it was Lao Deng who was sitting up from his dying illness.

At this moment, Dumbledore looked in good spirits, as if he was not cursed, holding a gourd-like wand in one hand and looking at Voldemort coldly.

"I said, stop."

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

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

dear professor?

What kind of weird name is that?

Everyone who didn't know Voldemort's background looked at each other in dismay, and the eyes of Dumbledore were also changing quietly.

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

Voldemort shrugged and walked casually in the circle surrounded by people with bare feet, "Of course it depends on whether you are dead, hehehe, the great Dumbledore is dying, Dumbledore is dead, how wonderful news."

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

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

Dumbledore raised his arm slightly, and 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, "The weather is good today, let's do it another day."

After speaking, he turned and left with a smile. As he walked, the wizards who were crowded at the door gave way.

"Oh."

Voldemort stopped at the door, not paying any attention to the wizards who were close by, looking 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, this world has another wizard who knows Animagus, it's really great, your Ministry of Magic should arrange registration for her."

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

No one stopped him.

There is no one!

I don't know how long it took, maybe just a moment, when 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 no one dares to raise his wand to resist? Even trying to attack him with a spell?"

"If I'm dead, who else can stand against him?"

Angry.

Thick, black blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and Dumbledore shook before falling back onto the bed.

"Dumbledore!"

"It's really Animagus!" Professor McGonagall took a deep breath after checking the reporter Rita lying on the hospital bed, his eyes were full of incredulity, "He..."

"He just snapped his fingers like this and easily turned people into Animagus?"

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

Before that, she was still amazed at Anton's talent for this high-end metamorphosis, which could simplify the steps, but now, she knew what Anton was.

How powerful is this known as the 'the most powerful dark wizard in history'?

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

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After Nicoleme waited for several masters to check, they all looked heavy, "Anthony should have a curse, but she is the real Animagus!"

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Everyone is not sure.

Terrible!

How can 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 a heavy expression, and after the flashback just now, the breath in his nose had weakened to the extreme.

If it weren't for the slight ups and downs of the chest, it would look no different from a corpse.

Everyone could feel that Dumbledore was holding on.

Because of everyone's incompetence and cowardice, they gritted their teeth.

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

Chapter end