HP Approaches the Magical World

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"Faint!"

Harry had moved to the right to where the goblin was standing-it was standing there and looking up at the now headless wizard, and Harry aimed at the back of Bellatrix who was peering down the fountain. Back.

She counterattacked so fast that Harry almost had no time to dodge.

"Armor for body protection!"

The red stupor curse he had issued turned around and bounced back at him, and Harry hurriedly hid behind the fountain, and one of the goblin ears flew out.

"Potter, now give you a chance!"

Bellatrix shouted, "Give me the prophecy ball-roll it to my side against the ground-I will spare you not to die!"

"Really, it seems that I am going to die because it is broken!"

Harry was roaring, and there was a sharp pain across his forehead, and his scar was aching fiercely again.

He felt a surge of intense anger that had nothing to do with his anger.

"He knows it!" Harry said with a wild laugh, enough to match Bellatrix's laughter. "Your dear old buddy Voldemort knows that the orb is broken! He won't be satisfied with you. Isn't it?"

"What? What do you mean?" she yelled, panic in her voice for the first time.

"When I dragged Neville up the steps, it broke! Guess what Voldemort would say about it?"

His scars burned, burning painfully, and the pain made him tearful.

"Liar!" She screamed, but now he heard fear from her anger, "It's in your hand, Potter, you will give it to me! The prophecy ball is flying! The prophecy ball is flying! Come!"

Harry laughed again, because he knew it would make her angry. The pain on his forehead became more and more violent, and he felt that his skull was about to explode.

He stretched out a hand from behind the goblin with one ear and shook it twice, then immediately retracted, and another green light flew towards him.

"There is nothing here!"

He yelled, "There is nothing to summon! It broke, and no one heard what it said. Tell your boss!"

She is still screaming: "This is not true, you are lying to me! Master, I tried my best, I tried my best—don’t punish me—"

"Don't waste your tongue!"

Harry shouted, and he frowned to relieve the pain of his scar, which was more painful now than ever before, "You can't hear you calling here!"

"Can't I hear it, Potter?" an angry, cold voice said.

Harry opened his eyes.

The tall, thin man, wearing a black mask, had a pale and haggard face like a snake, and his pupils were staring at him like scarlet eyes like slits.

Voldemort appeared in the middle of the hall, his wand pointed at Harry, and Harry stood stiffly, unable to move.

"So, you smashed my prophecy?"

Voldemort said softly, staring at Harry with his scarlet, cold eyes.

"No, Bella, he didn't lie, I saw the truth is looking at me from his worthless head, months of preparation, months of hard work, my Death Eaters once again let Harry Hindered me?"

"Master, I'm sorry, I don't know, I'm fighting Animagus!"

Bellatrix sobbed.

Voldemort approached slowly, and she quickly slumped under his feet: "Master, you know—"

"Quiet, Bella," Voldemort said horribly, "I'll clean up you later! Do you think I came to the Ministry of Magic to listen to you crying and apologizing?"

"But—Master—He is here—He is below—"

Voldemort ignored her at all.

"I don't have much to tell you, Potter," he said calmly. "You have been asking me for a long time, and you have always made trouble for me, Avada's life!"

Harry couldn't even open his mouth to resist, his mind was blank, his wand pointed at the floor, nothing useful.

Suddenly, the headless golden wizard statue in the fountain came alive. He jumped from the base and landed on the floor between Harry and Voldemort with a bang. He spread his arms to protect Harry. The spell was only from him. The chest was wiped.

"how--?"

Voldemort yelled and looked around, then he took a breath, "Dumbledore!"

Harry looked behind him, his heart pounding, and Dumbledore was standing in front of the golden gate.

Voldemort raised his wand, and a green light approached Dumbledore. Dumbledore turned and walked away like a wind.

A second later, he appeared behind Voldemort again, waving his wand at the remaining statue in the fountain.

Another statue is alive.

The wizard rushed towards Bellatrix. Bellatrix screamed and fired spells, but to no avail on its chest.

It pounced and pressed Bellatrix firmly to the floor. At the same time, the goblin and house elves leaped towards the fireplace embedded in the wall, and the horseman with one arm galloped towards Voldemort. In the past ~www.wuxiahere.com~ Voldemort was gone, and then he appeared next to the pool.

"It's foolish to be here tonight, Tom,"

Dumbledore said calmly, "The Aurors are already on the way--"

"When I am finished, when will you be dead!"

Voldemort spit, and he fired another deadly spell at Dumbledore, but it missed it, hit the security checkpoint, and burst into flames.

Dumbledore waved the wand in his hand lightly: the power of the spell shot from the wand even Harry, who was hiding behind the golden statue, could feel the roots of his hair stand up.

This time, Voldemort had to conjure a silver shield from the thin air to resist the spell.

Nothing spells will cause obvious damage to the shield, although the spell hit the shield with a low sound like a gong-a strange and creepy sound.

"You don't want to kill me, Dumbledore."

Voldemort shouted, his scarlet eyes narrowed on the shield. "Is there anything more ruthless than this?"

"We all know there are many other ways to destroy a person, Tom."

Dumbledore still said calmly, and continued to approach Voldemort, as if he hadn't followed the matter at all.

He walked in the hall, as if nothing annoying had happened. "I must admit that just taking your life will not satisfy me."

"There is nothing worse than death, Dumbledore!" Voldemort roared.

"You are so wrong."

Dumbledore's voice was very soft, as if two people were discussing about drinking.

"In fact, your biggest failure is not understanding that there are things worse than death—"