MTL - The Existence of Harry Potter-Chapter 66 Come on, Voldemort!

The first volume is roughly over here, and it's almost over. It seems that it's still early today, and it's estimated that it will be thrown out around eleven o'clock.

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Voldemort, who was born in 1926, is also 66 years old this year. In more than half a century of life, Voldemort said that he has not met anyone more than Asker... Well, Voldemort doesn't know what adjective to use, which is also a headache for many people. , because they cannot give a definition to Asker.

There is a word called Angry Laughing, Voldemort laughed coldly in his rage at this moment. Asker looked at Voldemort with a smile, and laughed too.

Voldemort: "Hahahaha~"

Ask: "Hehehehehe~"

The two laughed weirdly for several minutes until Asker stopped first, blinked his eyes, and spat out a word.

"idiot!"

Voldemort didn't care, he looked at Asker with great interest, but he couldn't see any sullenness on his face. People said Voldemort was a tyrant, moody, and could not tolerate even the slightest disrespect. In Asker's point of view, Voldemort was pretty good, except that he looked a little ugly and spoke a little unpleasantly.

"I remember you, you are the grandson of old Grindelwald." Voldemort said, calmly, he didn't seem at all worried that Dumbledore would suddenly kill him and kill him, very confident, "I have to admit, You're one of the very few people who can really **** me off...you're good."

Asker smiled and bowed slightly, "Thank you for the compliment."

Voldemort raised his chin slightly, waved his hand, and said domineeringly, "Following Dumbledore has no future, come and do things for me."

"…"

"You're not a good person. I've also observed you for a while... Think about it."

In the face of Voldemort's wooing, Asker pushed his glasses, looked him up and down, and said with a half-smile: "I bet a copper nut, if it wasn't for your current state, you wouldn't be able to do anything about me. , you will definitely slap me to death."

Voldemort's smile subsided, he stared at Asker, and said coldly, "Do you really think I have nothing to do with you?"

"I'm still saying the same thing... If I say something wrong, come and hit me!" Asker put his arms around his chest, raised his head and pointed his nostrils at Voldemort, with a fearless look, extremely arrogant. "You are also the Dark Lord anyway, so you won't be too scared to do anything by me, will you?"

Voldemort's eyes flashed fiercely, and a green light condensed on his fingertips, ready to go, "Do you really want to die?"

Asker rolled his eyes and pointed a **** at Voldemort, "Cut, there's so much nonsense, hey, are you fake?!"

"I know, you want to provoke me and make me lose my judgment." Voldemort suddenly had an expression of sudden realization, as if he had seen through Asker's conspiracy, "I won't be fooled!"

Asker looked at Voldemort with contempt. This guy was the Dark Lord who scared countless people into fear, and no one dared to mention his name after more than ten years? It's just a joke! Funny can't look straight! Did Dumbledore's group fight him for so many years, and so many people died, only to barely win in the end? In this way, Dumbledore seems to be weaker!

"Why didn't you say I was deliberately delaying time," Asker said.

"You think I didn't see it?"

Voldemort replied without even thinking about it, but it made Askker burst into laughter and tears flowed out.

"Do you dare to be any more stupid? If I want to delay time, am I going to try my best to provoke you and force you to attack me?" Ask was almost laughing and cramping. He clutched his stomach and squatted on the ground. " Ah, you must say, I have seen through you and won't attack me, so I did this, using the blind spot of your thinking, right?"

"Aren't you slow to react!" Voldemort said carelessly, "You must have known that I was not in good shape, and even self-protection was a problem, so you did this deliberately to force me to expose! You thought I would do it so easily. Being fooled? How naive!"

Asker touched his chin and stared at Voldemort for a long time, "Sulug, do you think I don't know you if you change your skin?"

"Who is Sulug?" Voldemort asked back.

"Still pretending..." Asker relaxed, he even put away his wand, and said to the stunned Voldemort: "Forget it, they are all acquaintances, since you are here, it is estimated that Voldemort really has long been Run away...you go, I'll go in and see if Harry is still alive."

"Have you recognized the wrong person?" said Voldemort, but Asker ignored him at all, turned and walked towards the last room, and patted him on the shoulder as he passed by Voldemort.

"It's very realistic. How is this smoke-like effect achieved? It's almost like a real out of body. Can you tell me how to do it?"

"…"

Voldemort was speechless, he really didn't know how to answer, and Asker didn't seem to care about the answer at all, he got into the last room in the blink of an eye.

Asker is gone, and there is no obstruction in front of him, so he can easily escape from Hogwarts. It's just that Voldemort didn't mean to be happy at all, racked his brains, and finally came to the conclusion that—

This is not a trap.

Although because the soul has almost collapsed, the body cannot be maintained, which affects the thinking and cannot function as usual, but Voldemort still knows that it is not suitable to stay here for a long time.

"Thirty years to the east of the Thames, thirty years to the west of the Thames! Today's shame will be repaid tenfold!"

Voldemort swore silently in his heart, and then turned into a black smoke and left here, and if he stayed for more, if Dumbledore came back, he would be extremely happy and sad.

Probably not long after Voldemort left, Asker came back, dragging a person out with one hand—

Harry!

Harry's state... well, he's still alive, he didn't drown in the troll's dung, his life was saved. Not only that, he also dealt a heavy blow to Quirrell and Voldemort, and the magic spell that has always protected him has played a great role. For Voldemort, Harry is simply his natural enemy and nemesis.

However, it was difficult for Harry to escape the intimate contact with the troll feces in the end. At the last moment of the battle, unfortunately, when he fell, he just knocked over the dung bucket, and then lay down in it until Asker came over and didn't wake up.

In fact, Asker had some doubts. On the one hand, the reason why Harry survived was because Voldemort really had no extra power, and Quirrell had no intention to kill... On the other hand, I'm afraid Voldemort's fragile nostrils couldn't stand the smell at all!

"It stinks!"

Asker covered his nose with his hand, and used the fresh air several times in a row to no avail. Harry's clothes were covered with troll feces. Although he washed it with water for a long time, the smell was really stubborn.

"I bet a copper nut. When I go out for a while, I will be watched by those professors with strange eyes."

Asker sighed, he waved his wand, and there was a "split" on Harry's clothes. Maybe because the wand was not smooth, there were some fine wounds on Harry's body. Anyway, it wasn't fatal. Asker Too lazy to care. With a wave of his wand, Harry's tattered clothes were stripped clean, Asker grinned, and a stream of water shot from the tip of his wand, and he wanted to give Harry a bath.

"Hey, where is the soap, I remember that I prepared a lot of pieces."

Asker turned over his pockets, but he couldn't find a bar of soap after searching for a long time, and finally gave up his plan to give Harry a good wash. When the washing was almost done, Asker took out a blanket, wrapped Harry like a burrito, waved his wand, and Harry just floated behind him and walked leisurely towards the exit.

"Dumbledore, you really stayed in London and didn't come back... well, since you don't want Voldemort's life, why should I be so proactive? A living Voldemort is better for me than a dead one!"

Asking thoughtfully, he suddenly had a headache, because he was desperate for Voldemort's IQ. Such a villain could really hold back Dumbledore's hatred, wouldn't Ask ask OT?

Voldemort, you have to shoulder the villain's future!

Come on, Voldemort!

Voldemort and Dumbledore sneezed at the same time...