Vol 2 Chapter 1020: ?Mr. Tom Riddle? Good evening

The remaining Death Eater chased Harry and Hagrid behind him, and all kinds of spells hit them endlessly. Hedwig screamed, swiftly flew to the head of the Death Eater, stretched out his claws and grabbed the opponent's eyes.
　　 "Go away! This beast." The Death Eater waved his hands desperately, trying to open Hedwig, but Hedwig attacked fiercely, and his constantly flapping wings slapped him on the cheek many times without mercy.
　　 The Death Eater struggled to maintain his balance, and Hedwig's desperate beating made him barely support him from falling off the broomstick. Suddenly, Hedwig's paw was centered on his left eye, causing the opponent's eyeball to flow out of his orbit, and blood poured out instantly.
　　 Under Hedwig's blow, the Death Eater screamed sternly, and the broom shook violently. He held his right eye and fell from the broom.
　　 "Hedwig! You're so amazing.. ah!" Before he could finish his compliment, the scar on Harry's forehead was sore that he had to put his body on the sidecar of the motorcycle.
Before Hagrid had time to ask about Harry’s situation, he realized that there was a dark fog that seemed to obscure the sky and engulf the world. The black fog aimed at the twin taillights of Harry and his motorcycle. Erosion covered it.
Feeling his head hurt more and more, Harry couldn't help but his eyes widened. Then, Harry saw him, the man in the black mist, Voldemort flying in the wind like smoke, without a broom, and no night sledge, that Zhang Snake's bald head shone brightly in the dark.
Voldemort's lipless mouth twisted. His voice was very soft, like a hissing flame, but it spread clearly into Harry's ears: "Harry Potter...the boy who survived...come Send it to death."
Hagrid screamed in horror, somewhat out of his usual style and identity as a half-blood giant, and slammed the motorcycle's throttle. The huge motorcycle made a deafening roar and galloped forward at a faster speed. Harry was completely leaning on. On the motorcycle, I used this to stabilize my body, and fired the offensive spells I had mastered indiscriminately against the almost endless black smoke.
　　 The sharp pain of the scar forced Harry to squint his eyes, and Harry just felt that his head was full of question marks-so many Harry scattered all around, how did Voldemort confirm that he was the real Harry.
"Stupid savior... still don't understand how you exposed?" He saw through Harry's thoughts, who didn't know how to use Occlumency, as he approached Voldemort's snake face with a weird and gloomy smile." You used the lightning magic that you only learned last semester at Hogwarts... and the weapon that completely displays your weakness and disgusting so-called conscience... This is simply an insult to the IQ of these fools under me... I want to let the wizards know that it’s a fluke that you can escape from me several times..."
The black smoke billowed, the shiny snake face was getting closer and closer to Harry and the others, Voldemort raised his arm, his pale fingers held Parkinson’s wand, and pointed it at Harry: "Don’t let your back face me , Harry Potter! You have to look at me when I kill you! I want to watch the light disappear from your eyes!"
　　 At this time, Voldemort noticed the snowy owl Hedwig in his sight. She spread her wings again and rushed towards the enemy she identified, and its paws were stained with the red blood of the last victim.
　　 Voldemort, who was attracted by his attention, pointed the tip of his wand at it, and a cruel voice sounded: "Avada gnaws big melon!"
　　 A green light appeared, but suddenly, the same dazzling red light flashed between the Snowy Owl and the Killing Curse in the night.
　　 The owl screamed.
　　 Harry cried out in pain, "No...no..." He couldn't accept this reality. He felt a burst of violent heart-piercing pain filling his chest.
But almost instantly, the dazzling red light appeared next to Harry’s motorcycle again, and Harry was forced to close his eyes. When he opened it again, the light dissipated, but Harry’s pain was like his wailing. The same choked in the throat.
　　 In the night, a golden and majestic phoenix suddenly fell from the sky, playing its weird music in the night. Harry heard this music and seemed to have infinite courage in his heart: "Anka?"
Anka’s pair of golden claws, the sharp claws were grabbing into Hedwig’s neck, completely ignoring Hedwig’s constant flapping of wings, flew straight to Harry, and threw the poor owl scratched by it. Will give it to him. (Author's note: Rowling said that the moral of writing this paragraph is: Hedwig's death represents Harry's adulthood, the passing of white, 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 Saint Hedwig who was dedicated to the education of orphans. This character also became the patron saint of Silesia-Harry, your Hedwig protected you very well." A vagueness The gentle male voice in the audience thought from the bottom of the hearts of everyone present, "But I'm sorry, Anka usually only hunts with his claws and never saves people. Some don't know the severity..."
　　 "Ellen!" Harry and Hagrid exclaimed in surprise, and Allen's presence also meant that they were safe.
Voldemort's shiny red eyes looked back suddenly. Harry endured the headache and looked behind Voldemort. It was also a cloud of black mist, covering the sky and the sun. The black mist Continuous erosion covered it.
　　 If it weren't for Hedwig who was now in his arms, Harry would have thought it was someone who used the time converter. This scene was exactly how it was when Voldemort arrived.
　　 Then, Harry saw him. Dark mist lingered around Allen, who flew in the wind like smoke, without a broom, and no night sky, that pale handsome face fell into Harry's eyes.
　　 Allen’s voice is very soft, but it reaches 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 churned, and his red eyes fiercely fixed on Alan. He thought that he would meet Dumbledore at most, and he looked around suspiciously to determine if he encountered anything. trap.
"Stupid Dark Lord...Don't you understand what's going on?" As if seeing through the suspicion in Voldemort's heart, Allen's abnormally pale face showed a mocking and contemptuous smile, "You don't just solve it neatly. The object I want to kill~EbookFREE.me~ On the contrary, I want to kill an owl... This is an insult to my ability to react... I want to let the wizards know that you are such a stupid fool It's not my opponent at all... I will fight you now."
"Harris! I'm here now! Already standing in front of you, would you still dare to speak wild words?!" Voldemort roared in Ellen's direction, the blood vessels on his bald head began to beat, and the corners of his cold mouth hissed The hissing voice, the voice is clear and high-pitched, "Not only did you talk nonsense on TV at the beginning, but now you actually make another condition to the opponent you can't beat in person?!"
　　 Alan glanced at him contemptuously, and did not argue loudly, but calmly drew out the wand, raised the wand to the shoulder position, nodded at Voldemort, and in the manner of a wizard duel, made an inviting duel to Voldemort.
The black smoke rolled around Voldemort's body, but it seemed to calm down a lot after his rage. His vertical pupils flashed, and the wand in his hand was tapped in his palm. Voldemort, who was wrapped in the black mist, ignored Allen behind him. Instead, he flew to Harry at an accelerated speed and said without looking back, "Then Harris, first Potter, I'll deal with you later."
　　 The pale fingers raised the wand again... Suddenly a strange cry came from the clouds, and Dumbledore rode through the clouds on the Griffin Beast that he casually transformed from the garden mud, and swooped down with the clouds.
"Tom... although I don't know how you got this information..." Dumbledore rode a Griffon beast behind Harry Potter and said calmly, "It's foolish to be here tonight. Obviously, your goal is destined to be unachievable."