Lupine fell to the ground. He stared at this scene blankly, and looked at Peter Pettigrew with some difficulty, "So what Anton said is true?"

"No!" Peter Pettigrew screamed, "I didn't, I really didn't, but you don't believe me!"

"Back off!"

He roared loudly and tapped the wand he held tightly in his left hand on his right hand, which was missing a finger. "Did you see that if I move my finger, the whole street will blow up? If you don't want to see Harry

Potter was blown to pieces, come here as soon as possible! See which one is faster, your spell or mine!"

"Sure enough, it's you!" Snape's expression became fierce. He clenched the wand in his hand, wishing he could cast a death curse on Pettigrew right now.

But no, Harry Potter is in his hands. Although he hates this child, he can't watch Lily's son die like this.

Anton raised his eyebrows at Dumbledore. Are you going to take action?

Dumbledore winked and you see for yourself, how many professors are there, if you want me, an old man who is more than a hundred years old, to take action, then you think too highly of him!

Anton rolled his eyes and closed his mind again.

Old Deng planned to have fun, but he was very sleepy. Today he endured the torture of the terrible mad witch for a whole day, and his whole spirit was exhausted to the extreme. Otherwise, he would have wished for the potion sent by Mrs. Pince.

Lie down on the ground and go straight to sleep.

And he was really hungry.

No matter how powerful the magic is, wizards still need to eat.

He lazily drew his wand

Buzz~~

A terrifying black crack suddenly appeared in the mid-air next to Peter's head, with dense dark red lightning surging faintly.

Dumbledore stood up in surprise, his eyes becoming cautious, "This is not your curse!"

Anton looked at the wand in his hand in shock, "I haven't had time to do it yet?"

Then, black cracks appeared in the same place one after another, as if a terrifying monster was tearing at the invisible barrier crazily.

"Back off!"

Dumbledore chuckled softly, drew out the Elder Wand and stepped forward, asking the other professors to step aside.

"Peter Pettigrew, let go of Harry now, immediately, immediately!"

Pettigrew looked at Dumbledore's face in horror, swallowed, and suddenly tightened his grip, "Ha, you think I will believe you. If you let me go, I will die immediately. I know it!"

Buzz~~

The weird sound sounded again.

Suddenly, there were more and more cracks, just like the strokes of a sketch, gradually forming a three-dimensional skull, with empty eye holes facing Dumbledore, and his mouth slowly opened.

Then, a long snake with dark red electric light swam out from the skull.

"!!!"

"The Dark Mark!" everyone exclaimed.

"Haha~" Peter Pettigrew looked at all this in disbelief, "My master, my master, is here to save me!"

At this moment, he suddenly felt pain in his arm. It turned out that Harry bit him while he was not paying attention. He broke out of his arms and rushed behind Dumbledore like crazy.

Pettigrew was subconsciously trying to chase after him, but found Anthony Weasley slowly standing next to Dumbledore, blocking his field of vision.

"You are dead!"

Pettigrew looked at Dumbledore and Anton fiercely, "My master is coming!"

Buzz~~~

The weird sound sounded again, and suddenly, the entire Dark Mark exploded, and a figure appeared inside the mist.

"Owner!"

Peter Pettigrew shouted in surprise.

"?" Voldemort glanced at him for a moment, and ignored him. He just looked at Dumbledore and Anton, smiling arrogantly.

"Dumbledore, guess how many lives it took me to build this magic that transmits information?"

Lao Deng frowned and looked at him, only to see Voldemort standing barefoot in a jungle in the black mist. Beside him, the ground was covered with soldiers wearing camouflage uniforms.

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"Wow~"

Anton walked forward in amazement and looked directly at the pile of corpses in the black fog, "A47! Rocket launcher! Were you also attacked by mercenaries?"

"Attack?" Voldemort sneered, "Obviously these Muggles heard the rumors from wizards and found my place of residence, and are planning to find me for cooperation."

"Heh~"

He sneered, "The lowly race only deserves slavery and death. Cooperation? They deserve it too?"

Voldemort slowly twisted his back, stretched his pale arms, and touched the bridge of his tall nose, "The smell of dying life is really wonderful, Dumbledore, I have almost recovered all my strength."

He suddenly widened his eyes and stared at Dumbledore, grinned extremely wide, and laughed, very wildly.

"I'm about to return to the peak of my strength. Oh, let me guess, Dumbledore, your strength is not as good as before, right?"

"The so-called longevity of wizards is not true longevity at all. They will still be like Muggles, reaching their peak in adulthood, and then going downhill. The longer their life spans, the more their strength will drop, and they will eventually end up living on their last breath."

"But"

He raised his hand, twisting his pale and slender fingers, "A complete soul, a deeper magical realm, breaking through the limits of 'Despicable Haierbo's' Horcrux, haha, I am more powerful than you can imagine."

.Dumbledore! You are dead~"

Voldemort licked the corner of his mouth, his vaguely snake-like eyes were shining, and he stared at Dumbledore's face infatuatedly, "Just wait for me, it's quick, I will kill you with my own hands!"

Dumbledore held the Elder Wand and looked at Voldemort coldly, breathing heavily, and a strong wind began to surge around him.

Howl!

The strong wind blew his long white beard and danced his wizard robe, but it could not shake his eyes.

"Tom Riddle, the biggest mistake of my life was bringing you to Hogwarts myself."

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middle.

"help me!"

Peter Pettigrew looked at the figure in the black mist in panic and screamed, "Master, save me!"

Dumbledore sneered, "Tom's ability to break through the defensive magic of Hogwarts Castle is already at its limit. Do you still expect him to save you across such a long distance?"

Anton swallowed his saliva beside him.

At this time, Dumbledore was really different from what he had seen before. He was so cold and terrifying.

By the way, Anton vaguely remembered that when Dumbledore accidentally spied on the information in his mind and knew that he had traveled through time, his expression at that time was slightly similar, and he looked particularly ferocious.

At that time, it seemed that his patience with everything had been exhausted, and the true nature of the White Devil was fully exposed.

Bang!

Dumbledore's old fingers, covered with strange rings, clenched suddenly.

Anton watched in shock as Peter Pettigrew suddenly exploded in mid-air.

Yes, explosion.

The whole person was shattered in an instant, exploded into countless pieces, confined in an oval invisible space, and turned into a blood mist.

"Dumbledore!" Voldemort roared in the black fog, "How dare you kill my men in front of me!"

Dumbledore just looked at him with cold eyes, "Tom, you don't understand the power of death at all. Don't you want to learn it? I'll show you!"

He gently raised the Elder Wand, and a beam of plasma shot straight into the black mist, suddenly appearing in front of Voldemort.

Bang!

"Ah~~~"

Voldemort let out a shrill scream, and he covered his shoulder in disbelief. There used to be a right hand there, but now there was only a big hole left, and blood was gushing out.

"Dumbledore! Dumbledore! I'm going to kill you!"

Lao Deng just smiled faintly, as if he had vented his anger, and his whole body felt refreshed.

"No, Tom, this class is not over yet. Don't pass out. Come and see what the power of life is."

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He raised the Elder Wand and touched the blood mist in the air, and suddenly heard the sound of heartbeat coming from inside.

Bang bang~ bang bang~

The entire oval space expanded and contracted. After a while, a short skeleton appeared inside. Then, the heart, lungs, and internal organs appeared one by one, muscles and blood vessels spread, and even the skin began to grow.

In an instant, Peter Pettigrew reappeared in mid-air. He looked at all this with some confusion, and raised his arms in confusion, "Am I not dead?"
To be continued...