Chapter 160 Voldemort's Self-Destruction

When Voldemort saw Dumbledore and Scamander, his first reaction was... traitors.

He looked at Peter and asked angrily, "Wormtail, you really betrayed me."

"I didn't, Master!" Peter's pale face was covered with big beads of sweat, "I really didn't betray you!"

"Then why are the two of them guarding here?!" Voldemort said sternly:

"And my resurrection potion, you must have tampered with it, so I ended up like this."

"Master, I swear... I will betray you... I will die... I will have no descendants!"

Peter cried aggrievedly, and he shouted at Rolf and Dumbledore:

"Tell me... Did I betray?! Did I betray my master?"

"No." Rolf smiled and said:

"You Just write to me and say that you can provide the location of the Dark Lord, and if you catch him, I hope to atone for my sins... Peter, the Ministry of Magic has agreed to your request.

If you have any other difficulties, you can raise them now. If the Ministry of Magic can't solve them, Professor Dumbledore and I will help you solve them.

We can even let Sirius give up his job and let you be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor!"

"..."

Seeing the Dark Lord raise his wand and point it at him, Peter suddenly remembered something, and he said hurriedly:

"Master, they must have applied for a time converter from the Ministry of Magic again... to know that we are here in advance... that must be the case!"

Voldemort narrowed his eyes, it was indeed possible.

While the Dark Lord was distracted, Peter quietly took a step back, then turned into a mouse and rushed towards the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

Voldemort was stunned, he was furious, raised his wand, aimed at the fleeing mouse, and shot Avada Kedavra.

At the critical moment, Peter turned sharply and jumped to the left, avoiding the green light, then turned to the right, continued to run wildly, and rushed into the exposed roots of a large tree nearby.

Peter's operation of abandoning the Dark Lord and escaping alone undoubtedly stunned the people present.

You are worthy of you, Peter... You immediately slipped away when you saw that the situation was not good. No wonder you can live so long!

"Rolf, are you going to chase Peter?" Dumbledore asked softly: "I will stay to deal with Voldemort."

"No, Professor Dumbledore." Rolf smiled and said: "Someone will chase him, Peter can't run away."

Peter Pettigrew will definitely die tonight!

The boy raised his wand and shouted: "Expecto Patronus!"

At the end of the wand, a dazzling silver Niffler emerged. After running around Rolf happily for a few laps, it went into the vast night and ran towards Hogwarts.

"Patronus?" Dumbledore pushed his half-moon glasses and exclaimed:

"Rolf, it's amazing that you can create a real Patronus at your age... Did you teach yourself?"

"No." Rolf grinned and explained roughly: "Sirius taught me in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

"Teaching the Patronus Charm in the third grade?" Dumbledore was surprised: "Isn't the teaching progress too fast?"

"It's okay." Rolf shrugged: "Professor Snape has already taught everyone to brew wolfsbane potion."

"..."

Dumbledore was stunned. In just half a year, the teaching level of Hogwarts has improved to this level?

Rolf, are you sure you came back from six months later, not from the sixth grade? !

The two chatted about the teaching progress as if no one was around. That contemptuous attitude made Voldemort extremely angry, but he failed to resurrect, and this body was definitely not their opponent.

Voldemort wanted to use Apparition to escape, but his body didn't move at all. He said in a hoarse voice:

"Did you cast an anti-Apparition spell here?"

"Yes." Rolf turned his head to look at Voldemort, his face calm and composed, and smiled:

"Tom, we are here to kill you, do you think you will not arrange anything?"

"You are ugly, but why are you so stupid... Is this the price of becoming stronger?"

"Then I would rather be weak!"

"Scamander, you are very smart!" Voldemort stared at Rolf with his scarlet eyes, and he said coldly :

"But if you can't control your mouth, one day you will pay the price for it."

Rolf remembered that little Tom in the diary had also said this, and he curled up his lips and said sarcastically

"If you become like this, the price is indeed very high. But before I pay the price, I will kill you first!"

"The Dark Lord is immortal!" Voldemort raised his wand and said: "Avada Kedavra!"

A green light rushed towards Rolf, but he dodged it by tilting his head. The boy waved his arms, and blue-white arcs extended on his arms, instantly piercing the night sky and slashing towards Voldemort.

Voldemort's body was full of electricity, and in an instant, he seemed to be wrapped in a ball of lightning.

The Dark Lord waved his wand, and the lightning immediately turned into a venomous snake, which quickly swam down from his body, hissing viciously.

Dumbledore waved his wand, and a spell fell on the black snake, which exploded instantly, and the air wave swept towards Voldemort, but was blocked by the flying boulder.

Dumbledore and Voldemort raised their wands at the same time, and a red beam of light appeared between them.

After just a moment of confrontation, Voldemort felt powerless and his arms began to tremble violently.

This body that failed to resurrect made it impossible for him to exert too much power... Damn Wormtail!

Rolf took the opportunity to make a sneak attack. He raised his arm, and the tree roots protruded from the ground, like ropes, wrapped around Voldemort's ankles, pulled him and smashed him towards the ground.

Voldemort, who was like a dwarf, hit the ground, almost spitting out bile, and his body couldn't help but bend.

Luofu didn't give up. He took a deep breath, his stomach swelled, and a lot of air gathered in his stomach.

This is the ability of the air-winged bird. Rolf got this magic after treating its black magic injury.

Rolf opened his mouth and exhaled fresh, mint-flavored breath in the direction of Voldemort:

"The wind is swirling!"

There was a loud bang, and strong winds shot out. Voldemort was blown away by the strong winds, hit a tree hard, and fell limply to the ground, with blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.

Voldemort even considered committing suicide at this time. It was the first time in his life that he was so embarrassed!

Voldemort struggled to get up, with his hands on his knees, streaks of blood on his cheeks, and his thick red hair falling to the ground one by one.

He didn't wipe the scar at all, but said with a ferocious expression: "Why do you want to kill me?!"

The Dark Lord raised his wand and suddenly pointed it at himself. The blood on his face no longer seeped out slowly, but gushed out like running water. It was no longer scarlet, but shockingly black.

Voldemort's face was twisted like a beast, his eyes were bleeding, and his whole body was glowing with light, roaring filial piety:

"We will die together!"

He exploded instantly, and the violent wave of air swept towards Dumbledore and Rolf.

A bright and dazzling white light, like a shooting star, cut through the dark night and illuminated half of the sky.

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