Chapter 1020 ? Mr. Tom Riddle,? Good Evening

The remaining Death Eater chased after Harry and Hagrid, and all kinds of spells hit them one after another. Hedwig screamed sharply, and quickly flew in front of the leading Death Eater, stretched out her sharp claws and grabbed the opponent's eyes.

"Go away! This damn beast." The Death Eater desperately waved his hands, trying to open Hedwig, but Hedwig's attack was quite fierce, and her constantly flapping wings slapped his cheeks mercilessly many times.

The Death Eater struggled to maintain his balance, and Hedwig's desperate thrashing made him barely manage to keep from falling off the broomstick. Suddenly, Hedwig's claw hit the left eye, causing the other's eyeball to flow out of the eye socket, and blood gushed out instantly.

Under Hedwig's blow, the Death Eater let out a scream, and the broom shook violently, covering his right eye and falling off the broom.

"Hedwig! You're too fierce... ah!" Before he could finish his compliment, the scar on Harry's forehead was burning with pain, forcing him to stick his body on the sidecar of the motorcycle.

At this time, before Hagrid had time to ask about Harry's situation, he found that there seemed to be a black fog engulfing the whole world behind him. The black fog aimed at the two flashing taillights of Harry's motorcycle Erosion covered it.

Feeling the pain in his head, Harry couldn't help but widen his eyes, and then Harry saw him, the man in the black mist, Voldemort flying like smoke on the wind, no broom, no Thestrals, that The snake-faced bald head shone brightly in the dark.

Voldemort's lipless mouth writhed, and his voice was soft, hissing and splattering like flames, but it came clearly to Harry's ears: "Harry Potter...the Boy Who Lived...come Send it to death."

Hagrid let out a terrified roar that was a bit out of his usual style and his identity as a half-blood giant, and turned the accelerator of the motorcycle violently. The huge motorcycle made a deafening roar and galloped forward at an even faster speed. Harry leaned on the whole body of the motorcycle. On the motorcycle, using this to stabilize his body, he used his hand to shoot the aggressive spells he had mastered at the almost boundless black smoke.

The severe pain of the scar forced Harry to squint his eyes, and Harry felt that his mind was full of question marks—so many Harrys were flying around, how did Voldemort confirm that he was the real Harry.

"Stupid savior... still don't understand how you exposed yourself?" Harry saw through the thoughts of Harry who couldn't use Occlumency at a glance, and a weird and gloomy smile appeared on Voldemort's snake face as he approached, " The lightning magic you only learned at Hogwarts last semester... and the extermination weapon that perfectly demonstrates your weakness and disgusting so-called conscience... This is an insult to the IQ of my idiots... I want the wizards to know that it was a fluke that you escaped from me a few times..."

Black smoke was billowing, and the glowing snake face was getting closer and closer to Harry and the others. Voldemort raised his arm, holding Parkinson's wand with his pale fingers, and aimed at Harry: "You are not allowed to turn your back on me!" , Harry Pott! You'll have to watch me while I kill you! I'll watch the light go out of your eyes!"

At this time, Voldemort noticed Hedwig, the snowy owl, in his sight. She once again spread her wings and rushed towards the enemy it identified, and its paws were still stained with the red blood of the previous victim.

Attracted by Voldemort, he pointed the tip of his wand at it, and a cruel voice sounded: "Avada gnawed a big melon!"

A green light appeared, but suddenly, an equally bright red light flashed in the night between Snowy Owl and the Killing Curse.

The owl screeched.

Harry cried out in pain "No...no..." He couldn't accept this reality,

I just felt a sharp heart-piercing pain filling my chest.

But almost instantly, a bright red light appeared next to Harry's motorcycle again, Harry was forced to close his eyes, when he opened them again, the light dissipated, but Harry's pain was like his wailing Also choked in the throat.

In the darkness, a golden and majestic phoenix suddenly descended from the sky, playing its weird music in the darkness. When Harry heard this music, his heart seemed to be filled with infinite courage: "Anka?"

Anka's pair of golden claws, the sharp claws were grabbing into Hedwig's neck, completely ignoring Hedwig's constant flapping wings, and flew straight to Harry, throwing the poor owl scratched by it directly. will give him. (Author's note: Rowling said the moral of writing this paragraph is: Hedwig's death represents Harry's adulthood, the passing of whiteness, and Harry is no longer innocent-but I think our book can make Harry Stay innocent longer.)

"In the Middle Ages, there was a Muggle named St. Hedwig who was dedicated to the education of orphans. This character also became the patron saint of Silesia——Harry, your Hedwig has protected you very well." A vague The gentle male voice thought in the hearts of everyone present, "But I'm sorry, Anka usually only hunts with claws and has never saved people. Some people don't know the severity..."

"Alan!" Harry and Hagrid exclaimed in unison, and the appearance of Alan also meant that they were safe.

Voldemort's shining red eyes suddenly looked back. Harry endured a headache, and looked behind Voldemort. That was also a billowing black mist, engulfing the sky and earth, black mist The constant erosion covered it.

If it wasn't for Hedwig who was nestling in his arms right now, Harry would have thought that someone had used the time-turner, and this scene was exactly the reappearance of Voldemort's arrival just now.

Then Harry saw him. Black mist wrapped around Alan, and Alan flew like smoke on the wind, without a broom or a Thestral, and Harry saw his pale and handsome face.

Allen's voice was very soft, but it reached the wizards' ears clearly: "Mr. Tom Riddle, good evening...Speaking of which, we haven't seen each other for a long time..."

The black mist around Voldemort's body billowed for a while, and his red eyes ferociously fixed on Allen. He thought he would meet Dumbledore at most, and looked around suspiciously, trying to judge if he had encountered anything. trap.

"Stupid Dark Lord... still don't understand what's going on?" As if seeing through the suspicion in Voldemort's heart, Allen showed a mocking and contemptuous smile on his abnormally pale face, "Don't you just solve it quickly? The person I want to kill, but I want to kill an owl... This is an insult to my reaction ability... I want to let the wizards know that a fool with your style is not my opponent at all... Now I will fight you."

"Harris! I'm here now! I'm already standing in front of you, how dare you speak wild words?!" Voldemort roared in the direction of Allen, the blood vessels on his bald head began to throb, and the corners of his cold mouth hissed Hissing voice, that voice was clear and high-pitched, "Not only did you talk nonsense on the TV back then, but now you actually issued conditions to your invincible opponent again in person?!"

Allen glanced at him contemptuously, did not argue loudly, but calmly drew out his wand, raised it up to his shoulder, nodded at Voldemort, and made an invitation to Voldemort for a duel with the etiquette of a wizard duel.

Black smoke rolled around Voldemort's body, but he seemed to have calmed down a lot after being furious. His vertical pupils flickered, and the wand in his hand nodded in the palm of his hand. Voldemort, who was wrapped in black mist, ignored Alan behind him. Instead, he accelerated towards Harry and said without looking back, "Then Harris, Potter first, and I'll deal with you later."

Pale fingers raised their wand again... Suddenly there was a strange cry from the clouds, and Dumbledore rode the griffin he transformed from the garden mud to break through the clouds and swoop down with the clouds.

"Tom...Although I don't know how you got this information..." Dumbledore rode a griffin to keep Harry Potter behind him, and said calmly, "It's stupid to come here tonight, Obviously, your goal is doomed to fail."