Chapter 48 I Want... Killing and Punishing Hearts!

Scottish Highlands,

Located in the northwest of Britain, it is inaccessible and the environment is harsh.

There are landforms left over from the Ice Age, rugged mountains, and boulder-covered ice fields.

Voldemort walked barefoot in the snow, leaving clear footprints.

The location where the Dark Mark summoned was at Malfoy Manor, but the Dark Lord did not go there directly.

He took a slight detour and came here.

The reason is also very simple:

There was a sudden strong magic wave here.

With such fluctuations, it is obvious that someone is fighting, and only Grindelwald and Dumbledore can produce this effect.

This is a pleasant surprise.

Grindelwald had refused to tell him the location of the battle.

Probably because he was afraid that he would go to the head.

Voldemort didn't expect that, halfway, he just felt the magic breath.

Now that we meet, what do you say?

No matter who fights Dumbledore, he will help Voldemort!

However, the best situation is to lose both.

Voldemort managed to kill himself, then snatched the Elder Wand, and finally got rid of Grindelwald, the outdated first-generation Dark Lord.

Backstabbing stuff... Voldemort did it best.

Although he respected Grindelwald on the surface, he actually looked down on this loser.

If it weren't for the rise of Stark, which brought unimaginable obstacles to his great cause, Voldemort would never have found the old man to help him.

How can the winners be in the company of the losers... Shichen go!

Following the vast ground, Voldemort walked towards the halfway up the mountain step by step.

The traces of the battle are very obvious, and he even encountered a huge avalanche halfway along the way.

Voldemort's magic opened the way, and the snow fell from the top like a torrent down the ridge, and then split on either side of him.

After searching for about 20 minutes, Voldemort appeared on the top of the mountain. Looking from a distance, he saw an old man sitting cross-legged and gasping for breath.

Grindelwald suddenly raised his head and said sternly, "Why are you here?!"

Voldemort did not answer, he walked five meters away from Grindelwald, stopped and asked:

"Why are you alone?"

He didn't see Dumbledore, nor the Grindelwald student.

"My students went after Dumbledore." Grindelwald took a deep breath, stood up tremblingly and said:

"Dumbledore is seriously injured now, you'd better go to support, you can definitely kill him.

Instead of wasting time with this old man like me. "

Voldemort didn't move, instead a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

If Dumbledore was here, he would definitely kill that man first.

But he didn't see it, instead Grindelwald...

The face not covered by the robe,

There was constant blood oozing out.

The old man raised his elbow and wiped the blood randomly. Before it was dry, fresh blood would flow out again.

Whether Dumbledore was seriously injured, Voldemort didn't know, but the old man in front of him was definitely seriously injured, and he had reached the end of the shot.

Look at what he's talking about first!

"Voldemort, we made an agreement... do you want to break the agreement?!" Grindelwald asked sharply.

"Dumbledore is our common enemy, and he's not dead yet."

"You're right, I'll go after him now." Voldemort smiled for no reason. "Don't be nervous, we are an unbreakable alliance..."

The old man seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, but the next moment, he only felt a cold wind blowing against his face, and then he was hit and leaned back.

The magic is surging, wrapped in snowflakes flying all over the sky,

When all the dust settled, I saw this first-generation Dark Lord, with his back against the rock, and he was caught by Voldemort's neck with one hand and his feet off the ground.

The wand in Grindelwald's hand was only half-raised before it bounced out and fell into Voldemort's hands.

Voldemort grabbed Grindelwald's neck with one hand, and played with his wand gently with the other, as if stroking a peerless beauty.

He raised his head and looked at the old man with a hoarse voice, and said with a smile:

"Sure enough, you were injured too badly, and now you are so weak.

I can kill you with one hand, like a chicken! "

"Tell me, is this the legendary Elder Wand...I can spare you!"

Grindelwald's emaciated frame moved, turned his skeleton-like face, stared at him with deep-set eyes, and smiled.

"I knew you were here for it, as you were looking for Gregorovitch.

But your trip is pointless, you'll never be master of the Elder Wand..."

"Kill you, I will!"

Voldemort raised his Elder Wand and aimed it at Grindelwald's head, and a green light flashed past.

He let go of his hand, and the already dead Grindelwald collapsed to the ground, and his body was quickly buried by the wind and snow.

Voldemort closed his eyes and fired a Dark Mark towards the sky, and he stared at it, fascinated by it.

The power of this wand is definitely better than that of yew wood!

It's so wonderful, it's definitely the Elder Wand!

Truer than Grindelwald's death.

Voldemort was convinced.

"Hahahahaha..." He suddenly laughed wildly, his face contorted.

"I got it, I got the wand of invincibility, who else is my opponent?

Who else! "

Voldemort stood on the top of the snowy mountain, looking down into the distance, and he opened his arms as if embracing the world.

It was as if this day, this place, this world, at this moment... all fell into his hands.

He is the king of this world!

God of the world!

Since it's a god, it's not a problem to slaughter a few mortals to add to the fun tonight.

For example, Dumbledore, Stark, and... Potter.

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Malfoy Manor.

Draco cringed on the sofa, staring at Potter hanging in the living room in a daze.

His mother had been sent away to be reunited with his father, and he was waiting for the Dark Lord.

Waiting to dedicate Potter to him and complete the task that William explained.

After summoning the Dark Lord with the Dark Mark, Malfoy tied Potter up.

This is what it looks like to catch Potter.

It's just that Draco was confused, he didn't know why William gave Potter to the Dark Lord.

Just a few minutes ago, Draco suddenly didn't want Potter to die, wanted to let him go, and ran away with him... Potter refused.

Didn't Harry know that he was... dying?

Why not run away? !

Harry hung from the ceiling, but instead of thinking about it, he was surprisingly calm.

He was even in the mood to look at the decoration style of the living room.

It would be a lie to say not to be afraid, but...after tonight, it's all over.

No more pain from scars, no more fears...

Da Da Da Da!

The sound of footsteps sounded, and the visitor did not hide it at all, and just swaggered out of the shadows.

Harry's forehead seemed to explode, and the familiar feeling returned.

He stared intently at the man.

The two looked at each other.

One stands in the dark,

One hangs in the light.

Voldemort turned his head slightly to one side, looked at Draco, and asked with interest:

"Can you catch it?"

"Yes, Master." Draco stood up from the sofa, a pale, slender face under his pale blond hair.

"I was on the train, I met Potter, and I controlled him with the Imperius Curse... When the army attacked Hogwarts, I took him with me and escaped through the secret passage while the chaos was running."

The reason was impeccable, and Voldemort smiled in satisfaction.

"Draco, well done, I will forgive the Malfoys and give you an unprecedented honor..."

Voldemort ignored Draco and looked at Harry, his lipless mouth wriggling in a smug smile.

"Harry Potter," he said, his voice soft, like a hissing flame, "Boy Who Lived."

"Dumbledore and William will come to my rescue..." Harry shouted.

"They are too late, so they can only collect the body for you."

Voldemort knew the truth of "villains die by talking too much".

Back then, he was just talking too much, so that Lily Evans, the Mudblood, had time to cast protective magic on her son.

Now that he has learned a lesson, he raises the elder wand without any delay.

Harry looked straight into those red eyes, hoping that moment would come immediately, sooner rather than later, before he showed his fear—

There was a flash of green light, and Harry felt the Killing Curse in his chest, pain all over his body.

Finally, the pain disappeared, and Harry's eyes were shrouded in light.

It was as if a star had fallen from the sky.

Harry slammed to the ground, staring at his dilated eyes, lying alone on the floor.

Death... has come.

What made Draco terrified happened. At this moment, not only Harry, but also the Dark Lord fell to the ground, as if he had been killed.

After an unknown amount of time, Malfoy tiptoed over.

He was about to get past Voldemort to check if Harry was alive when the Dark Lord opened his eyes suddenly and clenched his legs.

"Master...Master..." Draco was so frightened that he fell to the ground.

"I'm fine." Voldemort's voice trembled as he tried to get up from the ground.

"Master, let me—"

"I don't need help," said Voldemort coldly, rolling over with an effort and sitting on the ground.

"That boy... is he dead?" Voldemort urged. "Go and see!"

Draco walked up to Harry tremblingly, and after a moment he answered in a faint voice:

"Dead! Potter...dead!"

Voldemort stood up, and for a moment, he felt that he was sublimated, different, and his body was full of confidence and strength.

The ill-fated relationship sixteen years ago has ended.

He once again proved his invincibility.

"Draco, take Potter's body and follow me..."

"Where to... master?"

"Hogwarts! I'm going to... kill someone!!!"

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