Chapter 265: Fierce battle

Thinking of this, Voldemort's pale finger that didn't hold his wand immediately became a fist, and his fingertips began to rub together, making an unbearable noise, and then glanced vaguely at the rolling dwarf Peter who was still hurting under his feet.
He made up his mind to subject those who undermine his plan to the most terrible punishment.
But this time there was no time for Voldemort to think about these things after the autumn.
Dumbledore shot!
After evading a life-spell curse, the tall and thin old man raised his wand and pointed at Voldemort. At this time, Voldemort immediately used the surrounding environment of the cemetery to condense a soil wall in front of him to resist Deng. Brido's spell.
But Dumbledore’s goal was not him, but the Death Eaters.
Several Death Eaters close to the ancient tree were hit by the sudden extension of the tree and the stun collapsed to the side.
As for the other Death Eaters near the stele, they were tied together by several invisible ropes with no resistance, fell out of balance and fell to the ground, struggling back to back.
"Oh? It's good to deal with the people who are in the way. I can't wait to deal with you. I don't know if you have been aging much again in the past ten years, and the fear of death is closer to you, isn't it?" Voldemort said. Said, opened his sensuous white teeth, as if wanting to influence Dumbledore's fighting spirit through this.
Ironically, the person who was also called a family member by him just now is also called the troubler by him
"Tom, I thought you would learn to confess and learn to think in the ten years when you lost your power, but it seems that I was naive, and you mentioned death, which may be a little late, but I still want to tell you that death It was the beginning of another great adventure..."
"Confession?" Voldemort sneered. "Voldemort will temporarily fail, lose his body because of a lucky boy, become lingering, but will not learn any hypocritical kindness. In those days in the Albanian forest, I only know what is meant by weak meat and strong food, teacher." Voldemort shouted Dumbledore's teacher, but it was very harsh.
"And, great adventure? Then I want to send you this great adventure today, teacher." Voldemort said somberly, the earth wall in front of him immediately began to deform and extend, and then condensed into a big snake. , Grudgingly spitting the letter.
Voldemort tilted his head at this time, and the sand snake also crooked and crooked, following the swaying motion, looking very vivid.
Nagini, who was still around him, had disappeared.
Voldemort's pale, slender hand raised his wand and picked it up, and then the sand snake began to rush and ran towards Dumbledore, as if to bite him.
Dumbledore's wand lifted up unhurriedly, with words in his mouth, and then the surrounding air seemed to suddenly start to get wet, and began to reveal a refreshing coolness.
The action of this sand snake suddenly slowed down, and the swift action was disturbed instantly, just like there was a pair of hands in the middle of the world, slowing down its life.
Voldemort yelled, and a few thin flame-like snakes suddenly flicked around the sand snake, and then walked around on the sand snake, constantly making a "bah" sound, wet At this time, the drops of water began to detach from the body of the sand snake in the form of water vapor.
Its actions began to return to a swift state again.
Dumbledore immediately withdrew his wand and waved it like a leather whip. A long and thin flame came out from the tip of the stick, and then turned into a phoenix bathing with fire, and rushed directly towards the sand snake with a whistle sounding through the sky.
The little snakes made up of flames were swallowed by the phoenix in an instant. The phoenix's volume became larger and larger. The sand snake quickly solidified into a fragile stone under the high temperature.
"Powder crushed bones!" A light smashing curse was shot from between Dumbledore's rods. The sand snake that had not been able to survive just now began to crack with a loud noise and then returned to the surface.
The phoenix passed through the sand snake, soaring in the air, rushing to the ground Voldemort.
Voldemort suddenly disappeared in place, then suddenly appeared standing on top of another tombstone, and then a lot of soil thorns suddenly appeared on the land in front of him, as if to be drilled from the ground, a prison cage was constructed, and he Locked in, Voldemort had to shift his position again.
His heart was beating anxiously, and the resistance from the left side made him angry.
For the first time, he felt his incompetence. The old man's understatement dispelled his offensive. What was even more shameful was that he was forced to retreat.
If he goes on like this, is he going to be caught by this old man?
No, Voldemort did not accept this ending, he only regained his body. He had to go further on the road to eternal life. How could he be ended by this abominable old man?
But the status quo had to make him bow his head, and Voldemort's support became more and more difficult. Every shift and manifestation of his seemed to be Dumbledore's expectation. The old man was able to block his escape route and let him He looked exhausted and embarrassed.
After a while, the silent tombstone will rise from the ground and become tall and insurmountable. After a while, the sand underneath will become a tough chain, trying to grasp his feet.
All of his nearby things seemed to be Dumbledore's assistants at this moment, and he tried to transform it back, but he became more and more powerless and could only continue to fight against the phantom
Just as Voldemort's emotions fell into depression, he suddenly felt a wave of fluctuations not far away.
Voldemort sideways escaped a sand-hand attack, his deep eyes glanced at the old man not far away, and saw Dumbledore's brow furrowed. Suddenly, Voldemort realized that this would be a rare opportunity.
Even if he still doesn't know the cause of the fluctuations, as long as he can distract Dumbledore, it's no better for him.
Then he saw a body kneeling down on the edge of the cemetery, as if it appeared out of thin air. The man couldn't grasp the balance, and he still played a few rolls on the ground, lying on the ground in embarrassment.
"Harry Potter!" Voldemort showed a terrible and excited smile, and no longer cared about the tombstones and sand that continued to attack him.
Because he knew that his opportunity came.
"Awada Suo Ming!" A strange green light spewed out from the tip of his purple shirt wand and flew straight to the boy who is still ignorant of everything.