Chapter 145: Oh my dear professor

A thick black mist floated out from Quirrell, and Voldemort's face could be vaguely seen in the black mist.

The black mist exudes a lonely breath, rolling and boiling.

Voldemort glanced coldly at Dumbledore, and rushed straight towards the door.

At this moment, a rune snake slipped in at some point, and looked around, two of the heads were still biting frantically.

Rune snakes are so inundated, even such a secret room is not spared.

The black mist invaded instantly, and the Rune Snake turned around and stared at Lao Deng closely.

The body changed rapidly, and finally transformed into the appearance of an adult wizard.

It was only Transfiguration briefly, Anton knew.

Voldemort stepped forward gracefully, staring into Dumbledore's eyes, "Oh, how are you, my dear professor."

Dumbledore just stared at him coldly.

"Hahaha~~" Voldemort leaned forward and backward with laughter clutching his stomach, pointing proudly at Dumbledore, "You can't kill me, you can't kill me, aren't you angry?"

Dumbledore pursed his lips, "I will definitely find a way to destroy you, the devil."

"Ha ha ha ha..."

Voldemort smiled and pulled his face down, staring at Dumbledore with icy eyes. He turned to Anton and said, "He said he wants to destroy the devil~"

"How to eliminate, suicide?"

Voldemort shook the sleeves of his broad wizarding robe, revealing his pale arms, his slender palms gesturing around his neck, and he stuck out his tongue.

"Uh~~"

"Did he die like this?"

He sneered and made a sharp voice, "Dumbledore, you are the devil!"

"I'm the devil too!"

Saying that, he pointed at Anton and laughed, "He will also be the Demon King!"

Voldemort seemed to be out of breath with laughter, and he took a breath, and then said to Anton, "Do you know why his nose can't be cured? It was broken into two pieces, and it grew into this strange appearance."

"My student, I'm here to teach you one last lesson."

He raised his hands high, "Only a lunatic is worthy of becoming a wizard. That is to say, if you meet any wizard who is so powerful, there is no doubt that he must be a lunatic."

"Muggles' fear and dislike of wizards is not unreasonable. Only lunatics are worthy of being a wizard and a wizard."

"Anton, if you want to go to the top of the wizarding world, you must give up something and cut it out of your soul. From then on, you will become the top wizard."

"The soul with regret will have stable and extreme emotions, and it will be able to easily control the powerful spell."

"It's a very simple step, light everything, and all the magic spells will bloom in your hands that ordinary wizards can't release."

"Every powerful wizard understands this truth, and they all have their own paranoia and extremes."

"This truth..."

Voldemort stretched his arms and pointed his index finger coldly at Dumbledore, "He taught me that!"

"Today, I will teach you, hahahahaha..."

Dumbledore sighed, "I never told you that."

"Let's teach by words and deeds!" Voldemort looked complicated, staring at Dumbledore with a crooked face and wide eyes. "I've been watching you! I've been imitating everything from you! My dear professor."

"In order to walk this path to greatness, I cut all good things down."

Voldemort looked disgusted, "The longing for the mother's embrace, the love for Dumbledore, the love for all the world, everything, everything, make an end!"

"I cut it down like a disgusting piece of stinky meat, gouging it out from the bottom of my heart."

"It doesn't matter anyway, does it?" Voldemort shook his head. "Oh, Dumbledore, my dear professor, he thinks I don't have love anyway, and I'm not born with love."

"Love Potion? Love Potion can really give birth to children who can't feel love, and it has long been banned by the Ministry of Magic, ridiculous!"

"Okay, you think I don't have love, okay, then I'll cut it off." He looked at Dumbledore happily, "Hey, I don't want it~"

"I don't want it anymore!" His laughter was full of anger and coldness, and he laughed so strangely.

Dumbledore looked complicated, and his old eyes were full of sadness.

"So, guess what?"

"Hehehehe~"

"Dumbledore, who was out of reach before, can't beat me!"

"What a wonderful discovery~"

Dumbledore was silent.

"Huh~"

Voldemort sneered and turned to face Anton. "And you, more dangerous than I am. More dangerous."

Anton pointed at himself in surprise, "Me? Uh, professor, you said that Headmaster Dumbledore would be fine, just ignore me."

"Because you don't have a sense of identity with this world, you seem to be a ghost floating in the world and can't find a place to stay." Voldemort's tone was faint, "The world is destroyed? Oh, it is not impossible for you. "

"Right, my student."

He shook his arms, "Oh~ I don't need to guess, you must be pretending to be innocent again under the mask. Put away your suit, I've already played the rest, are you going to lie to me or lie to you? Own?"

Lao Fu, you can't do it.

Give me eye drops before I leave?

Is this what people do?

ah?

"I'm not, I don't, don't talk nonsense!" Anton said loudly.

"Hehehe~~~" Lao Fu's laughter was full of magic.

He opened his hands and said to Dumbledore without defense, "I'm right here, aren't you going to kill me? Come on, kill me?"

Dumbledore pursed his lips.

"Since you have made such a sincere request, Professor, I will satisfy you!"

"!!!"

"!!!"

Voldemort was stunned and turned his head slowly, only to see Anton gently raising his hand and placing his hand on the mask.

Break it hard and pull it off.

Under the mask, is a face made of loess.

Countless amounts of sand fell from his face, from the cuffs of his sleeves, from under the wizard's robes.

Dumbledore also looked at Anton in surprise, blinked, and said in disbelief, "A figure that can move?"

Whoops, Anton was paralyzed, and the wizard's robe and mask fell on a pair of loess.

Voldemort's eyes widened suddenly, "Oops!"

His body suddenly and quickly changed, twisted, and finally turned into the appearance of a little wizard.

The golden red hair is flying, and the cheeks that have gradually grown over the years have grown in the opposite direction of the cute Ron. The bridge of the nose is high, the handsome eyes are large, and the chin is thin.

Anton's mouth twitched slightly and winked at Dumbledore.

He gently drew his wand from the inside pocket of his wizard's robe, raised it gracefully, and aimed it at his head.

He said softly, "Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

The light of the curse poured into his eyes.

In the other eye, the pupil dilated to the limit, countless black mist filled the air, and blue electric light surged.

Harry Potter on the ground groaned, as if he was about to wake up.

Dumbledore frowned and quickly stretched out his fingers, "Passed out."

pat.

The half-raised head hit the ground again.

It's hard to tell if he was knocked unconscious by the spell and the physical impact.

Dumbledore looked at the wall with some sadness, as if his gaze drifted through the wall into the distant past.

At that time, he landed gracefully in the orphanage, lit the cabinet with a fire, and stared at the poor innocent child with a grudge, coldness, and hatred that he didn't even know about.

Everything is made by him.

It's like the death of my sister~www.mtlnovel.com~ everything was created by him.

It's like giving Grindelwald great ambition, he made everything.

And he, the most powerful wizard in the world, was powerless to change all that.

Even a shred of it.

He knew that the only thing he could do now was to kill Tom, to destroy the mistake he had made, and to prevent him from killing more people.

But he knew that it was still wrong, it was just...

He has no choice.