Seeing Dumbledore and Scamander, Voldemort's first reaction was...traitors.
He looked at Peter and asked with an angry face: "Wormtail, you really betrayed me."
"I didn't, Master!" Big beads of sweat broke out on Peter's pale face, "I really didn't betray you!"
"Then why do they happen to be guarding here?!" Voldemort said sharply:
"And the magic potion that brought me back to life. You must have tampered with it to make me end up like this."
"Master, I swear... I am going to betray you... I will not die a good death... I will have no descendants!"
Peter cried aggrievedly, and shouted at Rolf and Dumbledore:
"Quickly tell me...did I betray?! Did I betray my master?"
"No betrayal." Luofu smiled and said:
"You just wrote to me saying that you can provide the location of the Dark Lord. If you catch him, you hope to atone for your sins... Peter, the Ministry of Magic has agreed to your request.
If you still have any difficulties, you can raise them now. If the Ministry of Magic can't solve them, Professor Dumbledore and I can help you solve them.
We can even ask Sirius to give up his job and let you be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor!"
"..."
Seeing the Dark Lord raising his wand and pointing it at him, Peter suddenly remembered something and said in a quick voice:
"Master, they must have reapplied for a time turner from the Ministry of Magic...to know in advance that we are here...that must be the case!"
Voldemort narrowed his eyes, it was indeed possible.
Peter took advantage of the Dark Lord's distraction to think, and quietly took a step back, then turned into a mouse and scurried towards the depths of the Forbidden Forest.
Voldemort was immediately stunned. He became furious, raised his wand, pointed it at the fleeing rat, and shot Avada Kedavra.
At the critical moment, Peter quickly turned and jumped to the left. After avoiding the green light, he suddenly turned to the right and continued running wildly, rushing into the exposed roots of a nearby big tree.
Peter's operation of abandoning the Dark Lord and escaping alone undoubtedly stunned several people present.
As expected of you, Peter... you ran away immediately when the situation was bad, no wonder you survived so long!
"Rolph, are you going to chase Peter?" Dumbledore asked softly: "I will stay to deal with Voldemort."
"No, Professor Dumbledore." Rove smiled and said, "Someone will chase him, Peter can't run away."
Peter Pettigrew will die tonight!
The young man raised his wand and said loudly: "Call the gods to protect you!"
From the end of the wand, a dazzling silver Sniff emerged. After running happily around Rolf for a few times, it got into the vast night and ran towards Hogwarts.
"Patronus?" Dumbledore pushed up his half-moon glasses and praised:
"Rolph, it's amazing that someone at your age can transform into a real patron saint...are you self-taught?"
"No." Rolf grinned and roughly explained: "Sirius taught it in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class."
"The Patronus Charm is taught in the third grade?" Dumbledore asked in surprise: "Is the teaching progress too fast?"
"It's not bad." Rolf shrugged: "Professor Snape has already taught everyone how to brew wolfsbane potion."
"..."
Dumbledore's face was full of astonishment. 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 and not from sixth grade?!
The two of them chatted about the progress of their teaching as if there was no one around. That contemptuous attitude made Voldemort extremely angry. However, since his resurrection failed, this body was certainly no match for the two of them.
Voldemort wanted to use phantom movement to escape, but his body did not move at all. He said in a hoarse voice:
"You cast an anti-Apparition spell here?"
"Yes." Rolf turned to look at Voldemort, his face was calm and calm, and he smiled:
"Tom, if we rob and kill you here, do you think we won't arrange anything?"
"It doesn't matter that you are ugly, why are you still so stupid...Is this the price of becoming stronger?"
"Then I'd rather be weak!"
"Scamander, you are very smart!" Voldemort's scarlet eyes stared at Rolf, and he said coldly:
"But if you can't keep your mouth shut, you will pay the price one day."
Rolf remembered that little Tom in the diary also said the same thing. He raised the corners of his mouth and said sarcastically.
"If I become like you, the price will be really 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 ray of green light was directed towards Rolf, but he tilted his head to avoid it. The young man waved his arm, and a blue-white arc of electricity extended on his arm, instantly piercing the night sky and striking towards Voldemort.
Voldemort's body was filled with electricity, and in an instant, he seemed to be wrapped in a thunder ball.
The Dark Lord waved his wand, and the lightning turned into a venomous snake, which quickly swam down from his body and hissed viciously.
Dumbledore waved his wand, and a spell fell on the black snake. It 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 confrontational red beam of light appeared between them.
After only a moment of confrontation, Voldemort felt powerless and his arms began to tremble violently.
This body that failed to be resurrected 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 a rope, wrapping around Voldemort's ankles, pulling him and smashing 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, facing the direction of Voldemort, and breathed out fresh, mint-flavored breath:
"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 slowly oozed out, but gushed out like running water. It was no longer scarlet, but shockingly black.
Voldemort's face was twisted like a wild beast, his eyes were bleeding, his whole body glowed with light, and he roared:
"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.