HP: The Shadow Returns

Chapter 181 Facing Cruelty

It's Voldemort...

As if his lower body turned into rolling black mist, he suddenly appeared beside the savior. Harry's expression suddenly became a little frightened, and he quickly raised his wand.

But in the next second, Voldemort slammed his sleeve and hit him on the ground.

"You are so weak and vulnerable." There was a trace of contempt on his pale snake face.

But soon Dumbledore's appearance changed his proud expression.

"Tom, you are so stupid to show up here tonight. The Aurors are almost here..."

Dumbledore held the wand in his hand, and his usually kind expression became a little solemn, making people feel more stressed just by looking at him.

"At that time, I had already left in a big way, and you" Voldemort said, with a smile on his face and bowed his wand in that unique gesture.

"Maybe he's dead."

Just after these words, the two suddenly launched an attack. As spells flew, Bellatrix had escaped from the fireplace, and the savior was pushed to the ground by Dumbledore, blocking him behind him.

Harry quickly found a place to hide. He leaned against the wall and covered his head in fear. Seeing the two people's constant battle and the powerful fluctuations of magic power, his mind suddenly recalled his time in the third grade.

That woman...Virta...

Just as he was thinking this, Harry suddenly felt someone grabbing his neck, right behind him!

"Good evening, Savior"

Huerta! She actually showed up too? Harry instantly felt as if he was in an ice cellar, his body was so tight that he didn't dare to move.

It's really over now, maybe I will implicate Dumbledore... He is such a trouble, from beginning to end...

This time the girl was not wearing a mask or any disguise. When that gorgeous face fell into the eyes of Harry, who was constantly complaining about himself, he felt a little surprised for a moment.

Of course, Theodore, who was next to him, must not be satisfied. He wore a golden mask on his face, raised his arm and punched Harry unceremoniously.

Harry was knocked to the ground immediately, and the huge force made his body twitch uncontrollably.

Dumbledore obviously noticed this, because Voldemort's laughter became more and more rampant, and the old man couldn't help but feel cold in his heart.

The fatigue on his face became more and more obvious.

Virta knew that now was not the time for internal strife. She smiled and asked Theodore to pull him up roughly, and then put a dagger against Harry's chin, perhaps deliberately.

Theodore left a shallow trail of blood on his neck.

"Give up resistance...Dumbledore"

Virta said casually, but she was not as relaxed as she appeared on the surface. After all, she had fought against the greatest white wizard before, and she also stumbled once with this greatest white wizard.

Caution is the best policy.

She took a few steps forward seemingly indifferently, elegantly and in tacit understanding with Voldemort, trapping the old man in the middle.

At this moment, Dumbledore, who was under attack from both sides, hesitated for a moment, and finally looked at Harry deeply with deep and intelligent eyes.

He slowly put away his wand, but at the same time Voldemort would not be polite to him. The smile on his lips became stronger, and he hit Dumbledore's chest with the Cruciatus Curse.

The old man immediately spat out a mouthful of blood. The bright red color ran down his pale beard. His body, which was as decayed as a dead tree, knelt softly on the ground.

Harry's expression was stunned. He suddenly understood that Dumbledore was sacrificing himself to protect himself. They had sacrificed enough, enough...

Whether it's Sirius or Dumbledore...

The unspeakable pressure and grief, mixed with past doubts, all the grievances burst out at this moment.

Harry roared angrily as if he was desperate for his life, and the wound on his neck was cut open.

The severe pain made him even more manic. Theodore tried his best to control him, but at the same time, as long as the dagger in his hand was just a centimeter or two deeper.

The savior will die here.

At the critical moment, half falling to the ground, weak Dumbledore made a small call with great difficulty.

"Harry... calm down..."

A trace of reason gradually appeared in the savior's bloodshot eyes. His expression was still painful, and he gritted his teeth and tried his best to suppress everything in his heart.

He couldn't let Dumbledore down anymore... couldn't let anyone down anymore.

Virta watched everything that happened with great interest, and her eyes showed excitement. She knew that this was a good time, and then she signaled Voldemort with her eyes. Of course, the man had the same idea.

Kill Dumbledore!

Seeing the obvious desire to torture in Voldemort's eyes, Wilta warned him with extremely serious eyes not to let the small things make the big mistakes.

With her eyes lowered, she directly hit Dumbledore with some kind of terrifying curse that she had been studying. The huge impact directly made the old man roll several times on the ground.

"Look at you, Dumbledore...so embarrassed." Voldemort's lips almost reached his ears. His cruel smile made Harry feel cold in his heart, and he shouted with dismay.

Even Theodore could hardly hold him back.

"No! You can't kill him!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

Virta was not interested in wasting time, and she was not prepared to satisfy her brother's tormenting desires.

"Except your weapons!"

A red light flew over, and the powerful magic force knocked away his life-killing curse.

The green eyes passed through the coldness and turned to look.

Members of the Order of the Phoenix have arrived, and it was Moody just now. He was leaning on his cane, with lingering fear on his scarred face.

A smile appeared on Harry's face, but not before he was happy.

"Avada Kedavra!"

When no one noticed, the spell flew out of the shadows at high speed and fell on Moody without any warning. He rolled and fell to the ground unprepared.

"Alastor!"

After a moment, a rebellious-looking witch with brightly colored hair screamed, and she threw herself directly next to Moody.

With trembling hands, she held the man who had protected her countless times in past battles and spent time and energy teaching her how to become a qualified Auror.

One of the backbone of the Order of the Phoenix, the most powerful Auror who gives people a sense of security.

Alastor Moody died without warning in the Ministry of Magic.

The rebellious witch's eyes released anger. She pulled out the wand from her waist and pointed it wildly at the woman in a green robe and a gold mask who emerged from the corner.

"How dare you? Go to hell!"

Lupine in the back has been deliberately hiding the sadness on his face. His best friend died, and his former colleagues also left. It seemed that all the most unfortunate things would happen to the werewolf.

Lupine knew that Nymphadora could never be that woman's opponent and that if she went up to her, she would be seeking death. He hurriedly stepped forward to grab her and hold this fragile woman in his arms.

Nymphadora immediately burst into tears.

After witnessing all this, Harry felt even more desolate in his heart. Luna, Neville, and the little wizards who came with Harry to save Sirius also fell silent.

They felt death again.

It was also the first time I realized the cruelty of war.