Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 353 Long time no see, Albus!
"Whoosh."

Voldemort's figure disappeared in place, and when the Death Eaters saw him again, it was already on the TV screen.

His figure suddenly appeared in the cave, and before the effect of the spell ended, the magic wand had already waved.

Dumbledore lying on the ground in pain, panic appeared in his blue eyes.

But Harry, who was facing the lake, only had time to turn his head reluctantly, and saw a curse running towards him.

"Boom."

There was a muffled sound, and Harry felt as if he had been hit by a car.

He flew out suddenly and fell heavily into the icy lake water.

The dead body instantly entangled him, dragging him to the bottom of the water.

"no no……"

Dumbledore yelled and wanted to get up, but he only yelled twice from his hoarse throat, and the whole person fell to the ground clutching his throat in pain.

"Stop the curse."

Voldemort ignored Harry who was entangled in dead bodies, let alone Dumbledore who fell to the ground again.

He just crouched slightly, planted his wand in the ground, and cast such a charm.

In an instant, a wave of magic swept across the entire cave.

This made it possible for anyone else to use Apparition besides him.

"come over."

Voldemort followed with a yell, which was the most obvious signal.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

Several figures came to the island indiscriminately, and they had a clear division of labor as soon as they appeared.

Five or six figures directly surrounded Dumbledore, and three or four stood between Dumbledore and Harry, preventing him from moving.

The few remaining people quickly rushed into the lake to save Harry Potter.

"Corpse sleeps forever."

Pointing his wand at the lake, Voldemort called out the curse.

A ray of green light shot towards the lake, and the corpses, which were alive and kicking like fish, immediately fell into a deep sleep obediently.

"Fuchsia."

Old Nott's voice sounded, and Harry's figure jumped out of the water.

"Voldemort, don't...don't..."

Dumbledore lay powerlessly on the ground, begging in a hoarse voice.

Voldemort looked at him from a distance through the gap in the crowd.

Those azure blue eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes and fear.

Something deep inside Voldemort was touched, and his heart jerked violently.

Immediately, he frowned in dissatisfaction and dismissed the strangeness.

Then with a smile on his face, he looked at Dumbledore and said, "Long time no see, Albus!"

His tone was quite relaxed, and at the same time, he walked towards the other party briskly, until he could look down at the old man with white beard and hair from a close distance.

"Don't resist, it's good for you and me, isn't it?"

Voldemort crouched down and said softly.

Dumbledore tightened his wand tightly, and it was obvious that for a moment he wanted to resist.

But he glanced at Harry who was hanging upside down in the distance, and then nodded after sighing again.

Voldemort smiled contentedly, then held his wand forward.

"Except your weapons."

A red light flashed and hit Dumbledore precisely.

The spell made Dumbledore's body tremble, and his left hand trembled the most.

The elder wand left Dumbledore's left hand, drew a graceful arc, and landed in Voldemort's hand.

"What a wonderful wand."

Voldemort put his wand in his waist, gently held the elder wand in both hands, and said softly.

Surprise flashed in Dumbledore's eyes, but Voldemort didn't look at him.

At this moment, all his attention was on this wand.

"Elderwood, fifteen inches, thestral tail hair."

Voldemort looked at Dumbledore again, finally noticing the surprise in his eyes, but he still didn't care much.

"Albus, the core is made of the tail hair of thestrals, isn't it?"

"The legend is true, but I haven't... Gudu... haven't opened it." Dumbledore swallowed halfway and said.

"Oh, sorry, Albus, I forgot."

Voldemort seemed to have just noticed Dumbledore's physical condition. He stretched his right hand back, and he sucked the crystal cup that had just fallen by the lake into his hand.

"Sugary hot chocolate?" he asked Dumbledore.

"Water, Voldemort, I'm so thirsty," said Dumbledore, sitting up.

Voldemort nodded, and looked intently at the elder wand in his hand, his eyes were meticulous as if he had stopped at every node.

"water."

said Voldemort softly, pointing his wand at the glass.

Instead of using the water-making spell entirely, he forgoes spells and wands, and simply uses magic with the emotion of needing water and the magic power in the wand.

However, a miraculous scene happened, and Voldemort hardly felt the consumption of his magic power.

But at the tip of the wand, a clear spring flows out.

"A mighty wand, Albus, and you have a wonderful treasure."

Voldemort said softly, pointing his wand at the water glass and volleying it in front of Dumbledore.

"When did you know about it?" Dumbledore asked after moistening his throat with water.

"The months before the interview, Albus, that's what haunted me for years," said Voldemort.

"But I never saw you desire it."

Dumbledore stood up while speaking.

Although Voldemort's arrival was not long, it was enough to make the mighty Dumbledore out of injury.

Of course, weakness is inevitable.

"For some goals, I have appropriately reduced my desires. After all, I am no longer that bloodthirsty person."

Voldemort said, looking at the wand in his hand again.

Dumbledore, on the other hand, glanced up and down at Voldemort, with doubt and searching in his eyes.

In his perception, Voldemort's temperament changed again.

Compared with the person he met the last time, Voldemort at this time gave him a calm and calm feeling.

"It is said that to master this wand is to master death. Is this true?" asked Voldemort.

Dumbledore froze for a moment, then shook his head with a smile, and said, "You still care so much about death, Tom... Voldemort."

Voldemort shrugged, said nothing, just looked at each other.

"There is such a saying, but to be honest, I don't understand what those people mean. At least in my opinion, this wand has nothing to do with death." Dumbledore said.

Voldemort nodded, and asked again: "Is the story of the three brothers true?"

Dumbledore froze for a moment, shook his head and said, "I don't know."

Voldemort stared at him with distrust in his eyes.

"I really don't know." Dumbledore explained with a wry smile. "You know, wizards don't actually have the habit of recording history, especially before the Ministry of Magic came into being."

This time Voldemort nodded in satisfaction, and looked at his wand again.

"A wand with only the ability to be loyal, Dumbledore, if you say it is like this, is it the most loyal wand, or the least loyal wand?"

Facing Voldemort's question, Dumbledore could only face it with a wry smile.

Because in his perception, this wand has already pledged allegiance to Voldemort.

And for most wands, a disarming spell is not enough to make them betray their original master.

He really couldn't answer Voldemort's question.

(End of this chapter)