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Chapter 396 That's it

 As the saying goes, a person who is not poisonous is not a husband. As a Dark Lord of the generation, he knows how to kill people and make Horcruxes at this age. He doesn’t even know how dark his heart is.

Looking at the group of followers who were stung by wasps, they looked very anxious and ran toward them. In fact, they just didn't want to save anyone and wanted to see the reactions of Dumbledore and Garfield.

When a wizard encounters danger, he just runs, and there is no difference between following Harry and using his fists in the final fight. Voldemort's eager running look may make people think he is anxious to save people, but in fact he is just pretending.

As the instigator, Garfield actually wanted to stand by and watch, but Dumbledore couldn't do that. He was a professor and part-time principal of Hogwarts, and it was his duty to protect the students.

He took out his wand and raised his hand, and an orange-red light flew out from the tip of the wand to drive away the group of wasps. Then he walked to the injured students with long steps: "Children, don't move and let me see your injuries."<

/p>

Although these guys followed little Voldemort, they were still students and children at heart. Such pain made them wail. Dumbledore checked and it seemed that they had been stung badly.

The surrounding students who were playing by the lake also took the opportunity to gather around. Dumbledore took a look and then ordered the onlookers: "The injuries are not serious, children, please send them to the school hospital for treatment, Mr. Riddle."

You should also check it out."

Little Voldemort originally took the opportunity to talk to Garfield to show his bravery, but now that Dumbledore is asking him, he is naturally unwilling.

"Principal, I'm fine"

Dumbledore looked amiable and patted little Voldemort and said with concern: "Mr. Riddle, go check it out. Safety first. Although you have not been bitten, what if these poisons are poisonous?"

Voldemort's fear of death stems from memories from his childhood. He felt very sad when he heard that the wasps were poisonous. The wasps were quite big and their origin was unknown. Looking at the miserable appearance of his followers, he was really not sure if he had been infected.

A trace of poison.

However, even if he was poisoned, he believed that Dumbledore and Garfield would not stand idly by, right: "It doesn't matter, I can..." Before he could finish his words, little Voldemort fell to the ground with his face on his face.

Dumbledore looked at the little Voldemort on the ground and subconsciously glanced at Garfield. He looked at Garfield and blinked at him and understood instantly. He used the levitating spell to make little Voldemort float in mid-air and ordered the onlookers on the side: "Here are two."

I will personally help our classmate Riddle to be sent to the infirmary. I will go there later."

Naturally, the onlookers would not give up this opportunity to earn credits for their own colleges. They pushed little Tom to the Hogwarts infirmary, and the fast one disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Garfield came to Dumbledore's side and pointed at the fast running students: "Old Bee, your students will definitely win if they participate in the race."

_(:3 ∠)_

Dumbledore nodded slightly and agreed with Garfield: "Yes, that's it.

'Old Bee, you have a bit of a bad character, and this is your student after all.'

Dumbledore looked at Garfield who was gloating about his misfortune and said: "Garfield, you are not only a professor or a director of the school, these children are also your students."

Garfield: "We don't have teaching now"

Dumbledore: "But what they learned from you is to summarize and spread the ideas. Don't forget, Garfield, that the true origin of your academic faction is in Hogwarts."

(〃> dishes<)

This old bee is really too bad, even worse than himself,

"Old Bee, stop arguing with me and go take a look at your good students, especially our little Tom Riddle"

Dumbledore pushed his eyes, stared at the Hogwarts castle and said to Garfield: "Actually, the moment he approached me, I had the idea of ​​killing him."

Hearing this, Garfield would not be surprised. The law of survival in the wizarding world is that the weak eat the strong. It is not that wizards have died in Dumbledore's hands. Even though they are dark wizards, they still have lives, and in the wizarding world

There is also another habit that is life and death duels. Even though this rule is now abolished, duels are occasionally initiated due to disputes within the wizarding nobles.

Dumbledore has seen too much in his half life, and he has experienced it several times himself. As for Garfield, as an orange cat that spans the universe, although he has not directly done it, the fleet that carries out his orders can

It’s not made of clay..

"Although there is no legal and fair evidence to convict him, it is still okay to give him some small punishment, old bee"

There was a trace of a bad smile on Garfield's lips, and Dumbledore also had a look of understanding. The two looked at each other and smiled very strangely.

The fish by the lake were so frightened that they disappeared instantly.

After Tom Riddle woke up from the infirmary, he felt a headache and reached out to touch his forehead. He found that his hands did not obey his orders very well.

What's going on?

What's wrong with me?

He struggled and tried to do it. After a lot of struggling, he finally got up. Tom Riddle found that his limbs were tightly wrapped.

Waite

Why did I become like this?

He turned around and looked around to confirm that he was not dreaming and that he was in the Hogwarts infirmary. The entire infirmary was empty and he was the only patient.

Buddy, the school nurse, isn't here either. What happened?

Looking at the moonlight outside the school infirmary, he began to reflect on his experience today.

I looked through my memory carefully, and there seemed to be nothing special about it. Why did I faint?

Are those bees really poisonous?

But why is he the only one here? Where have the things about him gone?

Where is your wand?

Tom Riddle looked around and found his wand, yew, fè beside his pillow.

ghuá

g tail feather, 13.5 inches long, made by Ollivander, can cast powerful spells, this wand is very powerful.

Because of its toxic sap, the yew tree is often associated with magic and death. After the outer layers of the old trees die, new trees will continue to grow from the center, so it is regarded as "immortal."

"Tree" also symbolizes the reincarnation of the soul.

Celtic priests regarded the yew tree as a symbol of eternal life and immortality. There were several yew trees planted next to the cemetery where Voldemort was resurrected, which may have some connection with his resurrection.

Since Tom knew that his wand was made of yew and its meaning, he never let it out of his sight. At the same time, he was also sure that he would be as immortal as his wand.

Trying hard to grab his wand, Tom's eyes were full of obsession: "My baby"

To be continued


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