Chapter 818 (2/2)

He took a deep breath again. Bringing these children into war is something he has always avoided, but now, there is no time to say so much. If you don’t fight this time, maybe—the only thing waiting for them is death. ...

”This is not a drill... let alone an entertainment... What you will face is the notorious Dark Lord in the magic world, and his Death Eaters, they-do no evil, they-have no humanity, most importantly Yes, I received the news that they just attacked the Ministry of Magic, and now, the entire Ministry of Magic is completely paralyzed...So, don't expect any rescue, you are the only one who can save yourself!”

”Gosh...it's the dark lord...”

”I remember he didn't advocate pure blood first? I am a pure blood wizard, so am I safe?”

”What to do...what to do?”

”I don't want to go to the battlefield...”

”Mom... I'm afraid...”

Albus Dumbledore looked at the performance of everyone in the audience, with a feeling of indescribable...

Maybe it's because these guys have been in peace for too long, and they have no fighting spirit... I really don't know if these guys are caught by the Death Eaters, will they surrender immediately...

Just as Dumbledore kept shaking his head secretly, a familiar voice came from his ear, ”Professor, did something happen? Need my help???”

”Zhou? You came just right...” Dumbledore turned his head and saw that the men and women standing there weren't Zhou Ye, Sarah and Jessica, who was it?Looking at the appearance of the three of them holding the Aqua Blue Championship trophy, it was obvious that it was a tie again this time...

”What happened, Professor?” Zhou Ye let go of the trophy and walked towards Dumbledore... pretending to be ignorant and asked: ”Why are everyone so panicked?”

”Voldemort is here... now is not the time to speak!” Dumbledore said, pulling Zhou Ye's sleeve.”Listen to me, boy, you must go back now... Go back to Hogwarts... You are the only one who can defeat Voldemort in the future, but now-not yet, you still need time to grow... So...”

Dumbledore said, he was about to drag Zhou Ye away. He just wanted to keep some seeds against Voldemort. As for himself?Faced with the children of Boothbatten College, he really couldn't get away... This might be the reason why he was called the greatest wizard ever.

”No, I think—Professor, I don’t have to go, because—I can’t go anymore!”

Chapter one hundred and sixty one

”Ms. Albus Dumbledore...I see you again, and I am so relieved to see that your body is still so healthy!” A hoarse, overcast voice sounded, just hearing this voice, It makes people feel like goose bumps fall all over the place.

”Tom Riddle...” Dumbledore turned his head and looked at the figure that made the sound. It used to be his pride and his most proud student, but now it has become the scourge of the wizarding world.

”It really makes me sad, teacher...” Voldemort said with a false face: ”You used to call me little Tom...”

”Puff......” A smirk completely destroyed the gloomy atmosphere created by Voldemort...

”Ah... I'm sorry... it's really that your tone sounds too resentful... It reminds me of a classic sentence!” Zhou Ye waved his hand carelessly, ”Don't care about me, I'm just someone who doesn't know the truth. Onlookers...”

”Is this the wizard seed you like? Teacher?” Voldemort looked up and down at the handsome black-haired boy in front of him. He had to say that Zhou Ye's appearance is really good, okay... Voldemort was a little jealous. Up.”I don't know what his magic level is, but at least he can rely on his own face and easily please those ladies is absolutely no problem...”

What he meant was that Zhou Ye was totally relying on showing off...

”Asshole... how dare you say that dear...” Hearing Voldemort's insult to his own man, Jessica was the first to jump out with a fierce temper, with a lot of plans to make Voldemort's face confused.

”Ha... it really deserves to be a little white face, look, look... participating in the Triwizard Tournament can seduce the little princess of the Fafna family...”

Voldemort's words made the Death Eaters behind him burst into laughter...

”It looks like you...” When Voldemort was about to make persistent efforts and mock Zhou Ye's little white face, he suddenly felt like his neck was firmly grasped by a pair of iron clamps...

Then, he felt as if he lost his balance for an instant, and then-a sharp pain hit the top of his head... It made him feel like he was hit by a 10,000-ton sledge hammer countless times...

The Death Eaters on the side opened their eyes wide, watching in disbelief that this scene happened...

Even Dumbledore couldn't help but grow up slightly and was surprised that it was difficult to close...