Chapter 261: black and white

There was a blank space in Harry's head at this time. He didn't know why he appeared here, and then the fear between life and death suddenly fell into his mind. His back spine burst into cold, and the back of his head shivered wildly. He wanted to struggle to stand up and run away, avoiding the green light, but suddenly found that his legs were no longer under his own control at this time.
Because of fear.
The scar on his head was severely painful. He had never experienced such severe pain in his life. The wand slipped on the ground, his hands covered his face, his legs fell to the ground, nothing was visible in front of his eyes, his head was about to burst, he looked up, but found himself faint, even the light was indistinguishable. Which direction did you shoot from?
His pair of turquoise green eyes, lost in despair, reflected in the gloomy green light symbolizing death, and then the light spot grew larger and closer, getting closer and closer, until he wanted to take his life.
Suddenly, an ancient tree beside Harry suddenly moved. The thick branches suddenly fell down, flexibly bent, circling, and crossed an elegant arc, shoveling from Harry's body with great precision. Afterwards, the flexible branches rolled him into the air, and the whole action was done in one go, helping Harry to avoid this mortal blow.
Harry was suspended in this way, suspended halfway in the air, at this time his pain was alleviated, and then he followed some dim light to see the situation on the ground.
He found that he was now in a large cemetery, surrounded by tall and low tombstones of different styles, which seemed to be made of marble.
He hung upside down and looked down at the tombstone in front of him. He struggled to identify the content carved on it by the knife: the top was written neatly by himself: Tom Riddle.
Only then did he feel that his vision was completely restored.
Then, not far away, he saw a man with a face paler than a skeleton, with two big red eyes, a nose flat like a snake's nose, and two nostrils with nostrils...
This is the man who appeared in his sleep countless times-Voldemort.
At this moment, the man was looking at him with a grin, as if at the next moment, a green light would shoot from the tip of the man's stick, and he would shoot him straight without hesitation, taking away his life.
"I want to calm down..." Harry told himself desperately, calming his blank brain as much as possible and restoring his ability to think.
"I'm not dead now. I escaped again in front of Voldemort." He had to let his thoughts straighten out in his mind and accept the reality.
"Who saved me?" Harry thought, and then looked at Voldemort's eyes. The man not only looked at him, but also looked at him, Yu Guang kept scanning the other end of the cemetery, his scarlet eyes filled with fear. .
Harry tilted his head and glanced. A tall figure was standing quietly not far away, wearing a flowing silver wizard robe and a silver beard on his knees dancing with the wind.
That wizard gown was the formal dress Dumbledore wore for the Triwizard Tournament today, and Harry also speculated that only Dumbledore could save Voldemort from his hands.
Because this is the only person the mysterious person is afraid of.
Well, Hagrid admired Dumbledore very often, so he often said this to Harry, and others always said that Hogwarts at the time was the only pure land under Voldemort’s terror, as long as Dumbledore still Now, he dare not step into the Hogwarts campus half a step.
"Dumbledore, what should you do now? Maybe you have a problem. Under the premise of guaranteeing the boy's safety, you still fight me like this?" Voldemort said proudly, constantly rubbing his purple root. The fir wand seems to have the upper hand now.
Of course, this is just one of Voldemort's methods of disturbing Dumbledore's mentality.
Harry took advantage of this opportunity to secretly look at everything around him. Only then did he see that many people with black hoods lying around Voldemort looked embarrassed and did not show his face.
And there is a short man without a hood, his left hand seems to have been cut directly by the knife, exposing the blood vessels, and the blood kept flowing slowly from the wound along the track, immersed in the nearby mud, and this short The man at the same time was also in a coma, and Harry had no doubt that the man's blood would die again.
Harry recognized who it was, that was Peter the Little Dwarf. He was so impressed with the man. He deceived himself and almost played all the people in applause, but in the end the conspiracy was revealed, and it seemed that it was only He surrendered to Voldemort's hand.
"Harry, protect yourself." Dumbledore's voice lowered, and he reminded solemnly, but he did not look back. The old voice passed through the air, and along with the crows' cries in the night sky, they passed in together. In Harry's ear.
If Harry could see Dumbledore’s face, he would find that Dumbledore’s face had long lost the smiley expression he used to hang, and his face was serious. There was no more joyful sparks under those half-moon-shaped lenses. It is full of alertness and prudence.
No one can be taken lightly by Voldemort's hands.
The old man twitched the wand in his hand slightly undetectably.
Then the branch seemed to be alive, and put Harry gently back to the ground.
The loose sand under Voldemort suddenly began to coalesce, and he was ready to attack.
In a blink of an eye, the sand converged into a tangible tall sand snake, spitting believingly, twisting his body, and arching his body, as if ready to fight his opponent at any time.
Voldemort knew very well the current strength gap between the two of them~EbookFREE.me~ and not to mention that Dumbledore would be older than him, and he had more experience than him. He will be more disadvantaged.
Of course, this is what he always despised Dumbledore. In order to win, he would have to resort to any means, but this decent old man was "dare" and "unwilling" to use those banned spells.
However, even if Dumbledore is in his eyes at this moment, he has already reached the extreme, and is also an extremely powerful opponent.
He was resurrected, and his body has not yet recovered to his full strength.
All this is because-he expected the perfect resurrection out of the big basket.
Thinking of Voldemort's slender and pale fingers, he restrained his extreme anger, but even if he was mad now, he had to calm himself down and face the strong enemy in front of him.
Needless anger will only make you make mistakes and let the enemy seize the opportunity.