Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 1286: Fly and duel

"Albert Anderson?"

Instead of riding on a broomstick, Voldemort flew like smoke on the wind.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the mudblood that disgusted him through the darkness in front of him, his lipless mouth trembled slightly, and the sound of his voice passing through the turbulent waves rang in Albert's ears.

"Good evening, Tom."

Holding the broom in one hand, Albert turned his head and greeted Voldemort as if it were a long time old friend

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