Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

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 trembled wildly. 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 his legs fell on the ground. Nothing was visible in front of him. His head seemed to explode. He raised his head, only to find that he was groggy, and he couldn't even tell the light. From which direction it came.

His pair of emerald green eyes that lost their gaze and fell into despair reflected the faint green light symbolizing 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, circled, and traversed an elegant arc, shoveling from Harry’s body with incomparable precision. Then, the pliable tree branch rolled him into the air, and the whole movement was done in one go, helping Harry avoid the mortal blow.

Harry was so suspended, half suspended in the air, his pain eased a little at this time, and he followed a dim light to see the situation on the ground.

He found that he was now in a large cemetery, surrounded by tall and low forests with 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 was written by himself neatly: Tom Riddle.

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

Then he saw a man with a paler face than a skull, and his big eyes were red, his nose was flat like a snake's, and his nostrils were two slits...

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

And this 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 it would 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 escaped again in front of Voldemort." He had to let his thoughts straighten out in his mind 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. His scarlet eyes were filled with fear. .

Harry tilted his head and glanced at it. 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.

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

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 the time was the only pure land under the terror of Voldemort, as long as Dumbledore still Now, he dare not step into the Hogwarts campus.

"Dumbledore, what should you do now? Maybe you have encountered a problem. On the premise of protecting this boy's safety, you still fight me like this?" Voldemort said triumphantly, rubbing his purple. The cedar wand, as if he had the upper hand now.

Of course, this was 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 kept flowing out of the wound and slowly following the trajectory, immersed in the nearby mud. The man was also in a coma at this 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, and it seemed that he could only Take refuge in Voldemort's hands.

"Harry, protect yourself." Dumbledore's voice lowered and solemnly reminded, but he didn't turn his head. The old voice passed through the air and followed the crows of several crows in the night sky. In 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 wore in the past, his face was serious, and there was no happy spark under the half-moon lens. It is full of guard and prudence.

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

The old man shook the magic wand in his hand slightly undetectable.

Then the branch gently put Harry back on the ground as if it were alive.

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 knew very well the current gap between the strength of the two.

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 would 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 had been "stretched" to the extreme in his eyes at this moment, he was an extremely powerful opponent.

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

All this is because-the perfect resurrection he expected has come out of the big basket.

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

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