Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 261: Black and White

Harry's head was blank at this time, he didn't know why he was here, and then the fear of life and death suddenly came to his mind, his back was cold and the back of his head was crazy. Trembling, he wanted to struggle to stand up and escape, avoiding the green light, but suddenly realized that his legs were no longer under his own control at this time.

Because of fear.

The scar on his head aches violently. He had never felt such severe pain in his life. The wand slid to the ground. He covered his face with his hands and bent his legs on the ground. He couldn't see anything in front of him. His head seemed to burst. He raised his head, but found that he was groggy, and he couldn't even tell the light. From which direction it came.

His pair of emerald green eyes, which lost their glamour and fell into despair, reflected the faint green light symbolizing the **** of death, and then the spot of light got bigger and bigger, getting closer and closer, until he was about to take his life.

Suddenly an old tree next to Harry suddenly moved, the thick branches suddenly pressed down, dexterously bends, hovered, and traversed an elegant arc, from under Harry with incomparable precision. With a shovel, the pliable branches rolled him into the air, and the whole movement was done in one go, helping Harry avoid the mortal blow.

Harry was so suspended and half suspended in the air. At this time, his pain eased a little, and then he followed a dim light and saw clearly what was on the ground.

He found that he was now in a large cemetery, surrounded by tall and low forests of tombstones of different styles, which seemed to be made of marble.

He was hanging upside down, looking down at the tombstone in front of him, and he was struggling to discern what was carved by the knife and axe: It said: Tom Riddle written neatly on it.

Only then did he feel that his vision was completely restored.

Then he saw a man with a paler face than a skeleton stood not far away. His big eyes were red, his nose was as flat as a snake's, and his nostrils were two slits...

This is the man who has appeared in his sleep countless times-Voldemort.

And the man was looking at him with a grinning smile, as if the next moment, a green light would shoot out from the tip of the man's stick again, and shoot straight at him without hesitation, taking his life away.

"I want to calm down..." Harry told himself desperately, calming his blank brain as much as possible and regaining his ability to think.

"I'm not dead now, I have escaped again in front of Voldemort." He had to let his thoughts flow in his mind first, and accepted the reality.

"Who saved me?" Harry thought, and then looked at Voldemort's eyes. The man not only looked closely at him, but also scanned the other end of the cemetery with scarlet eyes. Full of fear.

Harry tilted his head and glanced, and a tall figure was standing quietly not far away, wearing a flowing silver wizard robe and a silver beard on his knees dancing with the wind.

The wizard's robe was the official dress that Dumbledore wore for the Triwizard Tournament today, and Harry also guessed that only Dumbledore could rescue him from Voldemort.

Because this is the only person the mysterious person is afraid of.

Well, Hagrid admired Dumbledore very much, so he often said that to Harry, and others always said that Hogwarts at that time was the only pure land that suffered from Voldemort’s reign, as long as Deng Blido was still there, so he dared not step into the Hogwarts campus.

"Dumbledore, what should you do now? Maybe you have encountered a problem. Under the premise of protecting the boy's safety, you still fight me like this?" Voldemort said triumphantly, constantly rubbing his own The yew wand seemed to have the upper hand now.

Of course, this is just a means by Voldemort to disrupt Dumbledore's mentality.

Harry took this opportunity to secretly look at everything around him. Only then did he see that there were many people with black hoods lying around Voldemort, looking embarrassed and not showing his face.

And there was a short man without a hood. His left hand seemed to be cut directly by a knife, exposing his blood vessels. The blood flowed out of the wound slowly and slowly, dipping into the nearby mud. And this little man was also in a coma at the moment, and Harry had no doubt that the man would die if his blood shed.

Harry recognized who it was. It was Peter Pettigrew. He was very impressed with this man. He deceived himself and almost played everyone in applause, but in the end the conspiracy was revealed. He could only take refuge in Voldemort's hands again.

"Harry, protect yourself." Dumbledore's voice became low and solemnly reminded, but he did not turn his head. The old voice passed through the air and followed the crows of several crows in the night sky. It passed into Harry's ears.

If Harry could see Dumbledore’s front face, he would find that Dumbledore’s face had long lost the smiled expression that he used to hang in the past, his face was serious, and there was no pleasure under the half-moon lens. Earth sparks, but full of guard and prudence.

No one can take it lightly under Voldemort's hands.

The old man shook the wand in his hand slightly, imperceptibly.

Then the branch seemed to be alive, and Harry gently returned to the ground.

The loose sand and rocks under Voldemort's body suddenly began to condense, and he was ready to attack.

In a blink of an eye, the mud and sand gathered into a tangible and tall sand snake, spitting out the letter vividly, twisting and arching, as if ready to kill the opponent at any time.

Voldemort is very clear about the current gap between the strengths of the two people~IndoMTL.com~ Not to mention that Dumbledore would have been older than him, and had more experience than him. If it weren’t for Dumbledore’s bottom line and scruples , He will be even more disadvantaged.

Of course, this is also the point that he has always looked down upon Dumbledore. In order to win, he would have to do whatever it takes to win, but this polite old guy "dare" and "unwilling" to use those forbidden spells.

However, even though Dumbledore has been "stretched" to the extreme in his eyes at this moment, he is an extremely powerful opponent.

He has only been resurrected, and his body has not yet recovered to its full strength.

It's all because-the perfect resurrection he expected came out of the big basket.

Thinking of this, Voldemort clenched his slender and pale fingers tightly, restraining the concealing of his extreme anger, but even if he is mad now, he has to calm himself down and face this powerful enemy in front of him. .

Useless anger will only make oneself make mistakes and let the enemy seize the opportunity.