Thick black mist floated out from Quirrell's body, and Voldemort's face could be vaguely seen in the black mist.
The black mist exudes a lonely atmosphere, rolling and boiling.
Voldemort looked at Dumbledore coldly and rushed towards the door.
At this moment, a rune snake slipped in out of nowhere and looked around, with two of its heads still biting each other crazily.
The rune snakes are so overrun that they don't even spare such a secret room.
The black mist invaded instantly, and the rune snake turned around and stared at Old Deng closely.
The body changes rapidly, eventually transforming into the appearance of an adult wizard.
This was just a temporary transfiguration, Anton knew.
Voldemort walked forward gracefully and stared into Dumbledore's eyes, "Oh, hello, my dear professor."
Dumbledore just stared at him coldly.
"Hahaha~~" Voldemort covered his stomach and leaned forward with laughter, pointing proudly at Dumbledore, "You can't kill me, you can't kill me, aren't you very angry?"
Dumbledore pursed his lips and said, "I will definitely find a way to destroy this devil like you."
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Voldemort smiled and pulled his face down, staring at Dumbledore with cold eyes. He turned to Anton and said, "He said he wanted to destroy the devil~"
"How to eliminate it, commit suicide?"
Voldemort shook the sleeves of his wide wizard robe, revealing his pale arms, made gestures on his neck with his slender palms, and stuck out his tongue.
"Uh~~"
"Did you die like this?"
He sneered and made a sharp voice, "Dumbledore, you are the devil!"
"I am also the Demon King!"
As he said that, he pointed at Anton and laughed, "He will also be the devil!"
Voldemort seemed to be out of breath from laughing. He took a breath and then said to Anton, "Do you know why his nose can't be cured? It broke in two and turned into this weird shape."
"My student, I'm here to give you one last lesson."
He raised his hands in the air, "Only a madman is worthy of becoming a wizard. In other words, if you meet any wizard who is extremely powerful, there is no doubt that he must be a madman."
"Muggles' fear and disgust of wizards are not unreasonable. Only madmen are worthy of becoming wizards and are worthy of being called a wizard."
"Anton, if you want to reach 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."
"A soul with shortcomings will have stable and extreme emotions, and can easily control powerful spells."
"It's a very simple step, just do everything gently, and all the magic spells will bloom on your hands to produce effects that ordinary wizards cannot release."
"Every powerful wizard understands this truth. They all have their own paranoia and extremes."
"This principle..."
Voldemort straightened his arms and pointed his index finger at Dumbledore coldly, "He taught me that!"
"Today, I will teach you, hahahahaha..."
Dumbledore sighed, "I never told you this."
"Teach by words and deeds!" Voldemort looked complicated, staring at Dumbledore with a crooked face and wide eyes, "I have been watching you! I have been imitating everything you do! My dear professor."
"In order to go on this road to greatness, I cut off all the good things."
Voldemort looked disgusted, "End the longing for his mother's arms, the love for Dumbledore, all the love for the world, everything!"
"I cut it off, like a disgusting piece of stinky meat, and ripped it out from the bottom of my heart."
"It doesn't matter anyway, right?" Voldemort shook his head, "Oh, Dumbledore, my dear professor, anyway, he thinks that I have no love, and I am not born with love."
"Love potion? Love potion can really give birth to children who cannot feel love. It has been banned by the Ministry of Magic for a long time. It's ridiculous!"
"Okay, if you think I have no 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 it was so weird.
Dumbledore had a complicated face, and his old eyes were full of sadness.
"So, guess what?"
"Hey hey hey~"
"Dumbledore, who was once unreachable, can no longer defeat me!"
"What a wonderful discovery~"
Dumbledore was silent.
"Ha~"
Voldemort sneered and turned to face Anton, "And you are more dangerous than me. More dangerous."
Anton pointed at himself in surprise, "Me? Well, Professor, just tell Principal Dumbledore and ignore me."
"Because you have no sense of identity with this world, you seem to be a ghost floating in the world, unable to find a place to stay." Voldemort's tone was gloomy, "Destruction of the world? Oh, this is not impossible for you.
"
"Right, my student."
He shook his arm, "Oh~ I know without guessing that under the mask, you must be pretending to be innocent again. Put away your trick, it was my remnant. Are you going to lie to me or to you?
Own?"
Lao Fu, you are in trouble.
Did you give me eye drops before leaving?
Is this something humans do?
ah?
"I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense!" Anton said loudly.
"Hey hey hey~~~" Lao Fu's laughter was full of magic.
He opened his hands with no defense and said to Dumbledore, "I'm right here. Don't you want 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 slowly turned his head, only to see Anton gently raise his hand and put it on the mask.
I broke it hard and pulled it off.
Under the mask is a face made of loess.
Countless amounts of sand fell from his face, from his sleeves, and from under the wizard's robe.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Dumbledore also looked at Anton in surprise, blinked, and said with some disbelief, "A moving figure?"
With a crash, Anton collapsed, and the wizard's robe and mask fell onto a pair of loess.
Voldemort's eyes suddenly widened, "Oops!"
His body suddenly changed and twisted rapidly, finally transforming into the appearance of a little wizard.
His golden red hair is flying, his cheeks that have gradually grown over the past year are growing in the opposite direction to the cute Ron, his tall nose, handsome big eyes, and thin chin.
Anton raised the corners of his mouth slightly and winked at Dumbledore.
He gently took out his wand from the inner pocket of his wizard's robe, raised it gracefully, and pointed it at his head.
He said softly, "Go to the heart and dig out the bones!"
The light of the curse poured into his eyes.
In the other eye, the pupil expanded to the limit, filled with countless black mist, 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 finger, "Collapsed."
Snap.
The half-raised head hit the ground again.
It's hard to tell whether he was knocked unconscious by the curse or the physical impact.
Dumbledore looked at the wall sadly, his eyes seeming to drift through the wall to the distant past.
At that time, he landed gracefully at the orphanage, lit the cabinet on fire, and stared at the poor innocent child forcefully, coldly, and with a hatred he didn't even know he had.
Everything was created by him.
Just like my sister's death, everything was caused by him.
Just like giving Grindelwald great ambition, everything was created by him.
But he, the most powerful wizard in the world, was unable to change all this.
Even a tiny bit.
He knew that the only thing he could do now was to kill Tom to destroy the mistake he had made and prevent him from killing more people.