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Chapter 436 Dumbledore's Arrival

"You should all have noticed that the world-famous Harry Potter actually showed up at my Rebirth Party."

A twisted smile appeared on Voldemort's deathly pale face. "Let's call him our special guest."

Harry had assumed Voldemort would end his life immediately in front of all the servants.

But the Dark Lord, swayed by the flattery of Gahoris Greengrass, became engrossed in recounting his legendary exploits, giving Harry a brief respite.

He completely overlooked the fact that the reason he was able to stand there and boast about his great achievements to the Death Eaters was entirely because his most loyal servant had bought him this little bit of time at the cost of his life.

“I know you’re all thinking about this boy you see as my nemesis…”

Voldemort brandished his wand and cast the Crucifixion Curse on Harry, allowing all the Death Eaters to witness his agonizing struggle.

"How absurd is the idea that he can beat me."

“I admit that Harry Potter was lucky to escape from me,” Voldemort said calmly. “There is no Dumbledore here to protect him, nor is there the protection of his mother’s sacrifice.”

"Now, I will personally end Harry Potter's life to prove my power."

Voldemort knew this was the best way to regain the Death Eaters' loyalty.

“But I will give Harry a chance to fight me to the death, to die a heroic death on the battlefield like his father. That way you will no longer have any doubts about who the real strongman is.”

Harry, bewildered, snatched back his wand and stood opposite Voldemort, ready to engage in a life-or-death struggle with the infamous Dark Lord—a duel that was unfair from the start.

Voldemort harbored ulterior motives; he not only planned to kill him to establish his authority, but also wanted to amuse himself before taking his life.

Harry gripped his wand tightly, his eyes fixed on Voldemort, but inwardly he felt a surge of relief.

Voldemort assumed Dumbledore wouldn't arrive, but Harry knew that Dumbledore and Levin Green had foreseen this moment and would definitely appear in time.

Before that, he had to face it alone and find a way to hold on a little longer. He absolutely couldn't let Dumbledore arrive to find a fallen Harry; that would be such a waste.

Although Harry had briefly attended a dueling club two years ago and had learned quite a few spells from Sirius and Levin in recent months, he knew that these skills would probably be of little use against an opponent like Voldemort.

Be brave, Harry.

Harry took a deep breath and tried his best to stand tall and proud.

Just as he mustered the courage to say something to Voldemort, or to spout some trash talk, a fire suddenly broke out not far away, and Dumbledore emerged from the flames.

Voldemort's brows furrowed immediately.

How did Dumbledore arrive so quickly?

This was quite unexpected for him.

Sure enough, those who carried out the plan were useless; they couldn't even hold Dumbledore back.

However, this did not affect Voldemort's overflowing confidence after his resurrection.

“Dumbledore, you’re late.” Voldemort’s snake-like face twisted, revealing a cold smile. “You’re always late, just like thirteen years ago, and just like this time.”

"Tom, it's been a long time." Dumbledore stared at Voldemort, his tone as calm as if they were attending a friendly gathering rather than a life-or-death struggle.

"Yes, so many years have passed." Voldemort's voice carried a hint of smugness. "Four years ago, you thwarted my resurrection plan, but this time, victory belongs to me!"

"My loyal servants carried out my meticulously planned scheme and successfully brought Harry Potter out of your protection!" His words were filled with pride and self-satisfaction.

"See? I have truly conquered death and gained a new body. Now no one can stop me... including you, Dumbledore!"

"Voldemort said menacingly, his red eyes fixed on Dumbledore, hoping to see regret and defeat on his face."

But none of this came of it. Dumbledore simply looked at him with disappointment, then said in a deep voice:

"Tom, I think I warned you before, blind confidence can make a person lose their most basic judgment. Everything you're doing is just pushing yourself faster into the abyss of death...(bjej)..."

"Shut up, Dumbledore!" Voldemort rudely interrupted Dumbledore. "Your lecturing has no effect on me. Do you think a few words can influence me? Or... do you intend to use this to rescue Harry Potter?"

“The Aurors are on their way.” Dumbledore glanced at Harry standing beside him and said calmly, “I think they’ll be happy to wipe you all out in one fell swoop. Then they’ll have no other excuse.”

The Death Eaters around him began to stir restlessly. If anyone else had said such a thing, they would have scoffed at it, but now the words came from Dumbledore.

"Quiet."

Voldemort surveyed the restless Death Eaters, raised his wand, and stared intently at Dumbledore. "I'm curious, how do you intend to duel me while protecting that boy?"

“If you really intend to do that, I truly cannot stop you,” Dumbledore said calmly. “But likewise, you cannot stop me from wiping out the others.”

Dumbledore's voice was cold, like a chilling wind sweeping across an icy lake, causing the Death Eaters around him to shiver involuntarily.

They all knew that Dumbledore could do it.

If Voldemort were to kill Harry Potter in front of Dumbledore, at least a few Death Eaters would have to die with him.

Harry was almost immediately delighted when he heard Dumbledore's voice.

However, before this joy could fully take hold, he realized that he had become a burden to Dumbledore.

"Don't worry about me, Professor. If I die, avenge me and kill them all!"

Harry mustered his courage and shouted at Dumbledore, his voice filled with sorrow and determination.

At that moment, the expressions of all the Death Eaters changed drastically. They had never imagined that Harry Potter was such a ruthless character, willing to risk his own life.

“Harry himself has that awareness, what about you?” Dumbledore’s gaze shifted to the Death Eaters beside Voldemort, as if preparing to choose a good target.

If Voldemort hadn't been there, these Death Eaters would probably have already fled.

"bluff!"

Voldemort stroked his wand and waved for the Death Eaters to disperse.

The Death Eaters around Voldemort were relieved and retreated hastily, fearing that they would be drawn into the duel between the two, which would be a disaster.

"Shall we duel, or are you afraid?" Dumbledore challenged.

"Why should I do as you wish?" Voldemort sized up the old man opposite him, seemingly surprised by his suggestion. "I know you want to rescue Harry Potter."

"You heard it too, you can't protect everyone." Dumbledore raised his wand, ready to fire a spell at Voldemort at any moment.

“That’s not like what you would say. I know you’ll save Potter, I know your weakness.” Voldemort’s face showed a smug smile, as if he had seen through Dumbledore’s thoughts.

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Chapter 437 Great Purge

Professor Moody, beloved by the young Gryffindor wizards, was not in the stands of Hogwarts, in the Quidditch arena.

After emerging from the maze, instead of joining the other professors in fighting off the attackers, he ran towards the Black Lake.

Under the cover of night, Cirira Rayanlun led a group of Aurors swiftly through the darkness, their destination the mysterious Black Lake.

Professor Moody was agile and didn't seem like someone who had lost a leg.

He nimbly vaulted over a low fence, like a shadow flashing by. He circled the Black Lake, crossed the ancient stone bridge, with only one thought in his mind—to leave the Hogwarts grounds and reach a place where he could Apparate.

He glanced back at the Death Eaters in the audience, who were roaming around and killing indiscriminately, and a disdainful sneer appeared on his lips.

“These lowly creatures are only fit to be discarded here as pawns to buy their master some time. As for me, Barty Crouch, I am about to return to my master. I gave Potter to him, and I wonder how he will reward me.”

As Moody ran, he happily daydreamed.

“That’s exactly what he needs most for his resurrection. I will receive more honor than any other Death Eater, and I will become his most beloved confidant… closer than a son…”

At this thought, a surge of fervor welled up in Moody's heart.

He quickened his pace, but then suddenly narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly: "Damn Dumbledore, there must be a conspiracy! The fact that that annoying Levin Green also appeared and touched the medal after Harry touched it shows that something is wrong."

Thinking of this, a cold smile crept onto his lips again.

"They must have been planning this for a long time. But they never expected that we had a countermeasure in place."

Finally, he reached the stone bridge, and a glimmer of hope rose in Moody's heart.

Once he reaches that place, he will be able to see his master...

Once you get there...

Moody, who was moving forward rapidly, had his normal eye bulge out, while his demonic eye stared intently ahead.

However, at that moment, a dazzling red light shot straight towards Moody from the darkness at an astonishing speed.

Moody had no time to dodge and was hit, sent flying and crashing heavily onto the grass. His wand flew out of his hand and plunged into the deep black lake.

In the darkness, seven Aurors in standard uniforms appeared around Moody, approaching him like ghosts with swift and determined steps.

An Auror took the lead, his handcuffs gleaming coldly in the darkness, gripping Moody's wrists tightly.

Moody suddenly realized that he was completely at a loss.

,Hundreds:books:!,Free,find books;,Irregularly?:New?'Books should not be able to be found on the body's magic power anymore, not only that, but even the magical effect of the Polyjuice Potion was immediately canceled.

These are Levin's specially made anti-magic handcuffs, with a fixed [anti-magic field] on them. Once handcuffed, the prisoner cannot use any magic, and even the magical effects applied to their body will be completely removed.

Of course, Animagus is still not in this category.

The other six raised their wands, aiming them at Moody lying on the ground, their eyes cold and unwavering.

“Thank you, Orianna, you can go back now.” Cirira’s voice echoed in the darkness.

As she spoke, a figure gradually appeared in the void, lifting her maid's skirt and bowing slightly to Shirella.

That was Orianna, the clockwork maid. Her figure was unique, with conspicuous spherical structures at her joints and partially exposed metal fittings that reflected a cold light in the dim moonlight.

"This is... a living puppet?!" Moody stared wide-eyed in shock at the strange magical puppet.

He found himself being followed by a strange magical puppet.

He immediately recalled the awe-inspiring metal monster army at the World Cup.

The continuous appearance of such powerful magical puppets in the magical world clearly indicates the existence of a common creator behind it all.

Since these magical puppets are all in the hands of Jaina's faction, it is self-evident who their creator is.

“You damned Aurors, Master will not let you get away with this!” Moody shouted angrily, his voice filled with despair and resentment, “And that stinking Mudblood…”

"Shut up, Crouch!"

Upon hearing this word, Shirella suddenly interrupted him angrily.

A purple-black magical spark erupted from the tip of her wand, striking Crouch, whose transformation had already been dispelled.