"Don''t call me that name, I''m not Tom!"

    Damn old things always touch the last place in their heart.

    Voldemort was angry, which even overwhelmed surprise and faint fear.

    He roared like a ferocious beast, showing his fangs to Dumbledore.

    "Is this the Dark Lord?"

    Seeing Voldemort''s hysterical appearance, moody couldn''t help sneering.

    Voldemort in front of him was completely different from what he remembered.

    The Dark Lord, the more you live, the more you go back.

    "Well, ALATO, it''s time to get down to business."

    Dumbledore waved his hand.

    After saying hello, he didn''t want to continue talking nonsense.

    The old man''s purpose is simple.

    That is to completely erase Voldemort who gave up his human identity!

    "Good!"

    With a cold look at Voldemort, moody opened the suitcase in his hand.

    Voldemort instinctively had a bad feeling in his heart.

    This feeling eventually turns into an impulse to attack.

    No matter what the other party wants to do, he must stop!

    "Avada is dead!"

    Although there is no magic wand and he is not human, Voldemort can still cast spells with his bare hands.

    Moreover, he completely gave up his weak human body, and his mana was better than before.

    The pale green light filled the surrounding wilderness.

    The wind howled and the Dark Lord smiled grimly.

    Now he is stronger than he was in the British period, and he is sure to win when he meets the mysterious "Mr. g", especially Dumbledore!

    however.......

    The fact is not quite the same as imagined.

    The deadly instant magic was blocked by Dumbledore with an understated "armor spell".

    Not only that, the reflection effect of "armor curse" even bounced "awada''s life" back!

    Voldemort''s eyes were straight.

    But his movement was not slow. He rolled over and avoided his curse.

    however.......

    Peter in a coma is not so lucky.

    The spell hit the fat mouse without bias.

    No last words.

    Peter Perrudi, the little man who jumped and talked repeatedly, died in the aftermath of magic and ended his despicable life.

    "Damn it."

    There was no sadness in Voldemort''s heart when Peter died.

    He just felt sorry.

    Fat mouse is his last servant who knows his roots and uses it easily!

    In addition to the traitors Severus, Lucius and kakarov, the loyal "Death Eaters" were either killed by Soren or imprisoned in Azkaban.

    In the land of America, he became a complete loner.

    "Albus!"

    Here Dumbledore used his old wand to prevent Voldemort''s instant death curse, and there moody successfully opened the suitcase and took out a lot of messy things from the suitcase.

    Like crowns, pendant boxes, rings and so on.

    Voldemort''s pupil shrinks and his brain goes blank.

    How could his Horcrux

    "Do you look familiar, Tom, these belong to you."

    Dumbledore smiled.

    "Your Horcrux."

    "How could you... How could you know..."

    "Horcrux" has always been Voldemort''s biggest secret.

    He believes that no one in the world except him knows that he has made "Horcruxes", let alone found them.

    "It''s not hard to guess, Tom. I read the memory of principal Armando dipert and learned that you once borrowed a book about black magic in the library.

    I happened to have read that book too. I know that the page you secretly tore off and hid is the production method of "Horcrux."

    Dumbledore smiled mildly, just as he did.

    "Our Tom is very clever and conceited. Of course, he thinks he is clever. No one will find out his secret.

    Of course, I must admire your idea. Cliff caves and "responsive houses" are good choices, but Gu Lingge''s words seem too mediocre. "

    "Old man, I''ll kill you!"

    Things are far from Voldemort''s control.

    The moment of the "Horcrux" in the world, it is doomed that this is a battle that only one can win.

    "Alastor!"

    Voldemort was mad and Dumbledore was not soft.

    He shouted.

    Hearing the speech, moody raised his wand.

    "Go back to silence!"

    Fierce fire!

    The curse used by "crazy eyed man" is like the black magic in black magic - "fierce fire curse"!

    The blue flame rages, the first is the pendant box, and then the crown.

    If Voldemort was struck by lightning, he knelt on the ground and spit out large pieces of disgusting white flesh and blood.

    "No!"

    The Dark Lord screamed, and the shadow of death had covered his head.

    He made a total of six Horcruxes.

    Counting the previous snake, diary and golden cup, he has no five.

    Now, only "mavoro Gunter''s ring" is still there.

    That was his last life!

    "Please! Great Dumbledore, please! I know I''m wrong. I really know I''m wrong. I can use the rest of my life to atone for myself. Really, as long as you spare my life, I can go to prison and atone!"

    Voldemort has no other advantage, that is, he can see the situation clearly.

    When Soren, the "demon king", was at the height of the sun, he could travel thousands of miles across the sea to America. When his life is threatened, he can kneel without hesitation.

    Face?

    When he was in the sewer, when he was almost eaten in the Baltic black forest, no one cared whether he had face or not.

    "I''m sorry, Tom. Although I''m still calling you Tom, I know you''re not the child in the orphanage."

    Dumbledore shook his head.

    "You have committed many unforgivable crimes. To let you live in this world is irresponsible to the rest of the world.

    As your professor and guide on your magic Road, I must erase you. Don''t blame me... "

    The old man was not pedantic and knew that Voldemort''s confession at this time was just a hypocritical performance.

    When all Horcruxes were placed on the open side, Voldemort''s life had come to an end.

    Dumbledore raised his old wand and personally performed the "fierce fire curse".

    "Go back to silence."

    Go to hell, Tom.

    Die, Voldemort.

    The fierce fire condensed into an angry Phoenix and swallowed "marvor rogant''s ring".

    "No!"

    Voldemort screamed like a drowning dying man, trying to catch anything he could.

    But he is like an island floating on the sea. He has nothing to rely on except pain

    The flame rages, and the soul is swallowed.

    Those ambitions and those arrogance dissipated with the disappearance of fierce fire, leaving only an unknown and filthy body.

    After all, the Dark Lord didn''t get back the "ring" he was thinking about.

    On July 26, 1996, he fell.