The onlookers saw the white-bearded old man who suddenly walked out, and strong hope burst out in their eyes. They whispered in a low voice: "Dumbledore." Thousands of people mixed together, like a muffled thunder, exploding in Voldemort's ears.

He turned around suddenly, "Dumbledore?"

At this time, an invisible blade swept towards Voldemort, the air was cut open, and the Scarlet Snake also divided into two pieces.

Voldemort turned his head and raised his snakewood staff, and lush snakewood branches gathered from the tip of the staff. The branches entangled with each other into a sharp spear of amazing length, passing through the bright white flames, splashing countless sparks, reaching Felix.

Felix flashed into the air like a fish, and when he appeared again, he was already standing on the ground. He was holding a short sword in his hand, which was transformed from an ebony wand. The front of the short sword was a transparent sword blade extended from magic. Cut the cutting spells one by one, which flew towards Voldemort quickly and chopped the snake-like branches.

"President Dumbledore?" Felix stopped and showed a puzzled expression.

Dumbledore shook his head slightly and walked calmly towards Voldemort: "You are destined to return disappointed today, Tom."

Voldemort returned with a cold smile: "Dumbledore, you don't know what I did or what I gained, and you want to preach to me again?" He took two steps back, leaving Dumbledore and Felix in his vision at the same time, tilting his head and laughing: "Two against one?"

Felix waved at him, "I'll take a break." He narrowed his silver-gray eyes and walked away.

Voldemort focused on Dumbledore and raised his hand to release a deadly green light. Dumbledore turned his wrist lightly, and the stones on the ground turned into golden shields. A loud bang in the air, and the life-seeking curse was blocked.

"Transformation." Voldemort said disgusted.

The house elf in the crowd nodded, "Hateful magic." Draco Malfoy glanced at him, but only to face a pair of fearful eyes. He subconsciously avoided it, and then became very annoyed by his retreat.

But the house elf didn't care at all, just stared at the battlefield, and whispered: "I hate transfiguration, like a candy."

"Of course I know what you did, Tom. You just committed a terrible murder, and another innocent life died for you." Dumbledore said, step by step towards Voldemort. Phoenix Fox hovered over his head, making a gentle chirping.

"You know? Then you should know who the wand in my hand is. You are no longer my opponent, Dumbledore. Try this!"

Voldemort raised the snake wooden staff and leaned back slightly. The magic power poured into the snake wooden staff unscrupulously. He and the magic wand made a heart-pounding hissing sound at the same time, as if thousands of snakes were roaring. The surrounding environment was strangely twisted, and the light and darkness were uncertain.

"Snake man!" Harry screamed nervously in the crowd.

"What did he say?" Ron yelled over his ears. The onlookers were either like him or resisted with silent spells or shielding spells, but the feeling of nausea was like a maggot in the tarsal bones that could not be removed.

Fox flew over, making a sharp squeal, singing loudly. The discomfort disappeared.

People look up

"Avadasauri! (Snakeman's accent)" The evil and hoarse voice kept shaking in the air, and countless physical ropes surged out of the snake wooden staff, and the speed was extremely fast. The green light around it gathered into a cloud that emitted an unknown aura, spreading towards Dumbledore.

Dumbledore suddenly stopped, the ground under his feet was undulating like waves, and the earth dragons surging on the ground, forming blocks that were constantly rising, like fast-growing ancient trees. Then powerful vines extended from the top of the ancient trees and whipped at Voldemort in unison.

The ropes and green clouds along the way were swept away, and Felix's heart was relieved.

But Dumbledore was never easy either. Most of the soil vines broke, fell from hundreds of feet high and fell to pieces, like broken pillars, without resurrection. Fortunately, the characteristic of the deformation technique is that as long as the magic power can keep up, it can continue to transform. These broken pillars recondensed and formed under Dumbledore's control.

Voldemort was unstoppable and disappeared from the spot.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!" The continuous attack completely shattered the remaining twisted ropes and green clouds.

Dumbledore panted slightly, the wrinkles on his forehead became strangely flattened, and he suddenly became several years younger. The scene became quiet, and Voldemort looked at Dumbledore in surprise. He had overestimated the old man, but the strength Dumbledore showed once again broke his cognition.

Did he not use all his strength more than ten years ago?

Voldemort felt a strong humiliation, and fear followed. But then, his eyes froze, "Your hand!"

Dumbledore's eyes looked at him calmly, and the wrinkles on his forehead disappeared a few more times. The changes were even more obvious, and even Harry could see. "How did Principal Dumbledore's face become younger..." Ron muttered in a low voice. Harry's heart rose, and he intuitively thought it was abnormal.

Hermione's eyes were wide open, and her mouth made a short inhalation.

Felix was also shocked. Dumbledore's magic permanently changed the terrain, but such a powerful transformation technique... he suddenly remembered what Dumbledore said before, the "special method" used to defeat Voldemort.

He stared at Dumbledore's stretched eyebrows, wondering what the price would be paid?

Voldemort did not notice these subtle changes, and he focused all his attention on Dumbledore's dry, charred hand, to be precise, staring at the inconspicuous black gem ring on his hand.

His face immediately twisted.

"Tom, you are too arrogant and think no one can find your secret." Dumbledore said calmly, waving his old wand, the earth suddenly sank down, Voldemort was sucked in by a powerful suction force, but he was still staring at the ring on Dumbledore's hand before he disappeared, and his snake-like pupils trembled involuntarily.

Horcrux, his Horcrux.

Dumbledore found out! He turned his head and looked at Felix, who looked solemn.

The next second, Voldemort was pulled into the vortex.

In an instant, the battle seemed to be over. The scene was quiet for a few seconds

"He's dead?" a wizard asked tremblingly.

"No." A voice said without thinking. The nearby wizards stared at the person who was talking. It was Harry, who covered his forehead with an expression of pain.

Voldemort's emotional fluctuations were too violent, and he could not ignore them. Pictures appeared in Harry's mind. Voldemort of different ages, and they all had one common characteristic, that is, committing a horrifying murder without hesitation...

Then the scene suddenly changed: Voldemort, whose facial features were blurred like wax, handed a diary to the blonde young man, who took it timidly;

Voldemort, who failed to apply for a job, appeared in the house of responsive requests, placed a crown on the garbage hill, and showed a smug smile on his face;

A pale hand threw the black gem ring in the abandoned hut;

The Slytherin locket was thrown into the liquid glowing green;

The baby's hand stroked a giant python, and the cold voice called it "Najini..."

And the familiar woman who appeared in her sight excitedly picked up a golden cup, and the reflection reflected from her pupils was confirmed to have happened not long ago...

Dumbledore tried his best to control the magic. The earth kept collapsing, thorns pierced from the ground, and a creepy noise came from the tightening vortex. Then, Voldemort reappeared, looking a little embarrassed, with more than a dozen holes on his face and body.

The snake wooden stick in his hand whispered softly, and the bright green light covered his whole body along his pale hands, and the wound on his face was healed. He stared at Dumbledore, making a "hiss" sound in his mouth. The feeling just now appeared again, the snake wooden stick trembled, as if thousands of snakes were echoing him.

"Acasalidi hiss"

"Be careful, Principal Dumbledore, he wants to curse with the serpent accent."

"Don't speak, Harry!" Dumbledore said loudly.

The next second, Voldemort suddenly disappeared, and Harry found himself locked in a circle surrounded by a monster with red eyes.

The monster was like some kind of sticky glue or parasite, and was so entangled with him that Harry didn't know where his body was or what the monster's body was. Harry was trapped inside, falling into the swamp like Voldemort just now, sinking deeper and deeper, but he didn't have the ability to escape by himself.

The scar on his forehead hurts at an unprecedented intensity. Harry felt that he was going to die. This was not bad, at least he could be freed from the pain. But all this was not under his control. The monster was still using his mouth when he spoke, so Harry had to feel his mouth open and close in extreme pain.

People outside were startled, "Invisible? Or did the phantom escape?" Auror from the Ministry of Magic looked around. At this time, Harry suddenly fell to the ground, his body twisted stiffly, his neck lifted up like a snake, and his pupils turned into a snake's vertical eye.

"Harry?" Sirius cried.

"Kill me now, Dumbledore?" A hoarse voice came from Harry's mouth, exactly like Voldemort.

Onlookers retreated in panic.

"What's going on, that child..."

"What disease did he have?"

"No, that voice"

There was another circle of people surrounding him. Dumbledore bent down and looked at Harry's snake-like eyes. He said hurriedly: "Harry, cheer up, don't forget who you are!"

"Who am I?" Harry's eyes suddenly turned bloody and hissed, "Of course I am the greatest dark king in history."

"Oh my God! That boy was possessed!"

Dumbledore held Harry's shoulder and said in a deep voice: "You are Harry Potter, the son of James and Lily. Think about them, Harry, if they are still alive, they will be proud of you! And your friends at school, Harry! Remember your identity!"

Harry found himself trapped in endless darkness, his consciousness was blurred by pain, and he felt that he kept falling down... Then he heard a vague sound, it was Dumbledore, who was calling his name.

What's my name?

Harry's memory is a bit blurry. Is he Tom Riddle or Harry Potter?

"Harry, cheer up!" Hermione said anxiously: "Think about Sirius, think about Remus, think about Hagrid..." She pronounced names one by one, all of them were the people Harry was most familiar with. In the endless darkness, Harry's consciousness became clear.

"I'm Harry Potter," Harry said to himself, and he raised his head and stared at the red-eyed monster that was tightly clamping him, "You're Voldemort."

Outside, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Sirius, Dumbledore surrounded Harry tightly and kept calling his name. Alymia Bones looked worried, but turned around and shouted: "All Aurors, separate the surroundings, keep alert, and the therapist is in place."

The house elf Bondy watched the scene. When the others were panicked, he seemed a little calmer, "It's really a bit scary..." At this time, a figure suddenly staggered towards him. Bondy raised his head coldly and found that it was the young man who wrapped himself tightly, revealing only half of his pointed chin.

"Student?" he muttered, snapped his fingers and disappeared suddenly.

Draco Malfoy was pushed and fell to the ground by the crowded crowd. Through the messy gap, he saw Harry's distorted face in pain, and his heart trembled. He was so scared that he couldn't get up at all, and could not imagine what kind of pain that man of his age was suffering.

He saw Harry's mouth open and his eyes turned emerald green again.

"Get out of my mind, Voldemort!"

Harry's roar came out from afar, his fist hit the ground, the ground trembled strangely, and the small stones on the ground jumped up one after another.

"Hiss...I'm you, Harry Potter is our common name..."

"No, it's not," Harry said gritting his teeth, struggling to break free from the red-eyed monster's arms.

"Get out of my mind"

He punched the ground one by one, and his arms roared like drumsticks, as if they were hitting people's hearts.

"Oh my God, look at that boy, what did he do"

“Incredible!”

"who is he?"

"It's effective, continue to awaken Harry. This is a battle of will." Felix stood behind everyone, his eyes changing colors like a revolving lantern, star ring, silver, silver gray, and strands of silver threads condensed into the fingertips.
To be continued...