Steady?

    Does not exist.

    Dumbledore is not only good at calculation, but also dares to "hit the waves"!

    Now the Dark Lord has encountered unknown trouble. It is a good opportunity to complete his work at one stroke. His old man is not willing to give up.

    Besides

    Think of the Horcruxes in your suitcase.

    Dumbledore didn''t think he and moody would lose to Voldemort.

    "Moody, let''s go."

    The American magic Congress can''t count on it. Dumbledore knows this very well. His only helper is his old friend.

    He greeted Samuel with a gentle smile.

    "Mr. Samuel, opportunities are often left to those who are prepared. If good luck is allowed to slip away, even Merlin will not see it."

    After a pause, he murmured again.

    "Moreover, I came for this. When the members of the Ministry of magic of England didn''t come, my minister had to help them share some work."

    "Ah, this..."

    Samuel hesitated when he heard the speech.

    As Dumbledore said, now may be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

    Dumbledore is an internationally renowned wizard with high strength.

    In that case, then

    "Well, Mr. Dumbledore, you convinced me. I''m sorry we can''t provide any effective assistance. May the power of magic be with you forever."

    Samuel sighed and solemnly saluted Dumbledore.

    This is putting the mess of the United States completely on the shoulders of the old man. Mr. Rao is old and ashamed.

    "Don''t worry, we''re just going to investigate."

    Dumbledore would be ashamed if he could hear Samuel''s voice.

    Little brother, this is not your American mess, but a legacy of our history in England

    "Let''s go."

    Seeing Dumbledore and Samuel talking endlessly, Moody''s face sank.

    Are you going to find Voldemort!

    "See you later, Mr. musel."

    Dumbledore took his leave and left Moody''s with a broken arm.

    Those members of the American Ministry of magic and musel couldn''t help sighing in their hearts as they looked at where they left.

    "Mr. Dumbledore, what a good man."

    .......

    The wilderness of Western America is rarely populated.

    The wind and sand were all over the sky, and the two men walked hard in the wilderness, staggering.

    "Master, it''s really too dangerous this time."

    Relatively speaking, the tall one looks like a thief.

    He helped the short one. Every step he took, a few drops of sweat would appear on his head, which looked very greasy.

    "Don''t talk nonsense. I''m careless this time."

    The short man said discontentedly, and a fierce light came out of his eyes.

    These two people, of course, are Voldemort and Peter Perudi''s gone.

    After the Muggle massacre, Voldemort''s power increased to a bottleneck. But he is still not satisfied and wants to break through this bottleneck and reach a new level.

    So he chose to attack the wizard.

    But unexpectedly, when absorbing the flesh and blood of the unlucky ghost named Thomas, it was like the last straw to crush the camel. The huge blood gas in his body was suddenly detonated by external magic.

    If he hadn''t been clever, he quickly tore off his arm and gave vent to the runaway magic. Now it''s estimated that it''s all blown to pieces.

    "Yes, master, a moment''s carelessness can''t change your great fact."

    Hearing that Voldemort was unhappy, Peter quickly changed his words.

    It''s good for fat mice to steer in the wind.

    Want to continue to live safely?

    Don''t think about it. It''s over to compliment Voldemort to death.

    "Hum!"

    Voldemort snorted coldly.

    The current situation is a little troublesome, but it won''t panic him.

    Even if his strength is weaker than before, he doesn''t think anyone in this land can threaten his life.

    Is this the feeling that I can do whatever I want, but you can''t do anything?

    That''s great!

    Voldemort realized the happiness of the "demon king" for the first time.

    "Master, I''ve seen the map before. Walk a little longer. There''s a Muggle town ahead..."

    Peter''s words didn''t finish, but the meaning was very obvious.

    Lao Fu, you are so weak now. Whether it''s steamed or braised, hurry to catch some Muggles to make up, or I won''t feel safe with you.

    "Well, good."

    Fat mice are now like roundworms in their stomachs. That''s called a clever mouse.

    Voldemort is having the idea of enjoying blood food to supplement himself. "Muggle with light taste (without magic)" is a good choice.

    However, just as they were about to start another killing, Voldemort suddenly trembled and his face twisted.

    "No, someone is tracking me!"

    "Huh?"

    Hearing the speech, Peter trembled.

    "Then let''s run!"

    Don''t care who it is. Voldemort''s half dead appearance is frightening. Who knows how much strength remains.

    He doesn''t want to be buried with the Dark Lord!

    "Don''t panic!"

    Peter''s reaction made Voldemort quite dissatisfied.

    The Dark Lord frowned without eyebrows, and a fierce color flashed on his pale face.

    "Even if I''m still weak, the waste of the American magic Congress can''t help me!"

    He''s inflated.

    Now the Dark Lord is used to bullying.

    Letting him escape will make him think of the days when he used to hide - the last days he wanted to remember.

    "I''ll see who''s so desperate!"

    Having made up his mind, the Dark Lord took back his one arm on Peter and stood up straight in the strong wind.

    Not to mention, although he is only 1.4 meters tall, with his expression, he also has the momentum of a big man.

    Seeing Voldemort "sick", Peter was anxious to cry.

    But as the number one dogleg of the Dark Lord, if the Dark Lord doesn''t go, he can''t go.

    Now, he just hopes that the pursuit of soldiers will not be too powerful

    "Whew!"

    As soon as Peter''s Prayer rang in his heart, two pursuers appeared in front of him and Voldemort.

    Seeing each other''s appearance, the fat mouse was stunned, and then realized the feeling of myocardial infarction.

    Albus Dumbledore?

    It''s over, it''s all over!

    Peter turned his eyes and fainted.

    "Old man, it''s you!"

    Although Voldemort did not faint, his inner shock was no less than that of Peter.

    He stared at Dumbledore and the "crazy eyed man" around him, and subconsciously stepped back.

    Voldemort was staring at Dumbledore, and Dumbledore was looking at Voldemort.

    Whether it is as white as jade, without a trace of bloody skin, or the ominous magic fluctuation, it all shows that Voldemort is no longer human.

    The old man sighed.

    "See you again, Tom."