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Voldemort was lying in the stroller.

The cold wind blew, and he was very weak, like a baby, and wrapped the small quilt tightly.

He fiddled with a wand, mulling over his next plan.

Yes, he has had a bold idea. Under Dumbledore's ridiculously hooked nose, get his favorite Potter.

The witch not far away had been tortured to death.

He didn't expect to get too much useful information, but unexpectedly discovered that Bertha had a partial memory loss.

As a master of memory, Voldemort killed his father, Old Tom, at the age of sixteen.

Switched the blame on to my uncle, and rewrote his memory, making him a scapegoat.

No clue has been found so far.

When it comes to memory, Voldemort considers himself to be at the forefront of all wizards.

Therefore, even if he was cast a powerful amnesia, Voldemort can get a complete memory.

According to his character when he was young, he would definitely use Legilimency to pull out his memory little by little.

But now he has no such patience. Just use the cruelest means, torture.

Although the method is rough, it will cause serious damage to the witch, but it is efficient and fast.

Suddenly, a mouse emerged from the mud.

Voldemort fiddled with his wand, in a good mood, he smiled and said, "Wormtail, have you killed them all?"

"Yes, Master." The mouse turned into Peter, and glanced indistinctly at the unconscious Bertha.

The two are not first-year students, but they have met many times in school, and it can be said that they are old friends.

But the old man... is for sale.

"Have you got any important information?" Peter asked cautiously.

"Of course, I found a faithful servant lying in the dark, waiting for me to rescue him," Voldemort said lazily.

"I am your faithful servant!" Wormtail said quickly, "Master, you don't want me anymore?"

"Wormtail, I need a servant with brains, a servant who is absolutely loyal to me and never wavers, and you, unfortunately, neither of these conditions are met."

"I found you!" Wormtail said, with obvious exasperation in his voice. "I found you, and I brought you Bertha Jorkins."

"That's true," said Voldemort jokingly, "I never thought you could say something so clever, Wormtail.

But let's be honest, you didn't realize how useful she was when you got Bertha, did you? "

"I—I know she'll be useful, Master..."

"Lie," said Voldemort coldly.

"However, the information she provides is valuable. Wormtail, you will be rewarded after I am resurrected.

But now... we should get out of here. "

"Where are you going, Master?"

"Go to a safe place first, where there are my poor father's bones, which are also indispensable materials for my resurrection."

"And where's Bertha?" Peter asked sharply.

"Of course...killed." Voldemort said indifferently.

"Master, I still think it's better to change her memory and let her go back.

A witch from the British Ministry of Magic has suddenly disappeared, and they will come to investigate. "Peter lowered his head.

"That wouldn't be able to investigate us, everyone at the Prancing Horse Hotel is dead, just leave Bertha's body there.

Even if Dumbledore came to investigate, he would only think that Bertha was killed by a Voldemort bat. "

Voldemort snorted:

"But changing her memory... encounters a powerful wizard, like Dumbledore, and the Oblivion Curse may not work.

This was confirmed when I interrogated her.

Do it, I want you to kill her immediately! "

Wormtail raised his wand tremblingly, when a squeak came from the sky.

Voldemort raised his head, narrowed his eyes, and his expression changed when he saw the animals in the sky.

He hoarsely said: "Wormtail, who did you lure me to!!"

Peter looked up in horror.

I saw a huge sea eagle falling straight from the sky.

- Sea eagles!

He is so familiar!

Wormtail hurriedly raised his wand, but the young witch riding on the sea eagle was already ready to go.

A red light flashed past, and Wormtail and the wand detached and flew out.

William fell very fast, and before Peter landed, he grabbed his shoulders and pulled him forward.

Peter was like bacon hanging from his paws, unable to fight back, and the whole person got higher and higher off the ground.

The claws are too sharp, and they come out through the body with just a slight twitch. Peter fell from mid-air and rolled on the ground several times before stopping.

William circled around and fell again. When he was about to hook Peter to death with a paw, his pupils shrank sharply.

"Be careful!" Hermione warned loudly.

William seemed to understate a sideways and quickly dodged a tricky green light.

Only then did he notice that in the stroller, there was still one person hiding behind the scenes.

William moved in a spiral again, dodging the wizard's spell again.

Hermione's wand was raised, and a white light flashed, but instead of shooting at the wizard, it hit the ground.

Missed?

of course not!

After studying with William for so long, Hermione's combat literacy has also improved rapidly, and it is impossible to miss that far.

She did it on purpose.

The hidden sorcerer is very powerful, and if her spell is defeated, she will definitely be picked out.

Simply miss it directly, and come by surprise.

Voldemort really thinks so, he is a special body now, very weak, like a baby, and there is not much magic.

I wanted to wait for the magic spell to approach, and then use a labor-saving action to directly pick and smash it back.

I don't know that light, it was really strong, and before it got close, it fell two meters away from him.

An explosion!

Under the impact of the air wave, the baby carriage flew out, and rotated three or four times in the air, and a 'baby' fell out.

The sea eagle changed back to William, and he waved his wand, pulling Bertha on the ground over.

He bent over and stretched out his hand, lightly examining Bertha's injury.

The woman did not die, but she passed out in a coma. She was dying, covered in bruises and bruises, unconscious, and obviously had undergone brutal torture.

William straightened up and looked at the 'baby'.

The baby was already standing on the rune's head, with red pupils, looking at William strangely.

Babies who can use Avada's life,

A snake face?

Who this man is is self-evident!

But how Voldemort changed from a shadow to this appearance, and what state he was in at this time, William didn't care at all.

Anger flashed in his pupils, pointed at Bertha, and asked:

"What did you do?"

A cruel smug look appeared on Voldemort's face. He shook his head and glanced at William.

"William Stark, we meet again. It has been three years since you stopped me from taking the Philosopher's Stone.

I miss you all the time. "

Instead of chatting with Voldemort, William raised his voice: "What did you do?!"

"Tsk tsk, I saw her memory and knew that she worked for you and collected a lot of interesting information for you..."

"You did it?!" William asked a third time.

Voldemort stared at William, his face grim: "I did it, what's wrong?"

"Then you..." William raised his wand and said word by word. "Go to hell!"

Voldemort laughed arrogantly as if he had heard a big joke.

"You kid, you are so arrogant and cute, no one has ever dared to talk to the Dark Lord like this! I am suddenly a little bit reluctant to kill you!"

William strode forward, his wand lightly tapped, and two potholes appeared on the ground.

The two rays of light with turbulent magic power were entangled in the air, like a waterfall cascading towards Voldemort.

Voldemort, standing on the head of the rune, stretched out his arm and smashed the first curse.

The rune swung its tail and smashed the second spell with brute force.

Voldemort's eyes darkened, and Stark was much stronger than he was three years ago.

Snapped!

William disappeared.

Just a cold murderous intent enveloped the back, and Voldemort, who knew something was wrong, waved his wand.

Just as he was about to utter a spell, he grabbed the young wizard behind him by the neck!

William sneered: "You are so weak, Voldemort!"

Voldemort's weak body was lifted high, and then hurled to the ground.

Voldemort slammed into the tree and fell to the ground, regretting it.

He shouldn't have changed from a shadow to this special form so early.

In the shadow state, although his power has also been reduced, it is in a state of immortality.

Magic is useless to him, he can move forward and back freely, and he can run away if he wants to.

Having a body, but as weak as a baby, can't be ravaged by Stark!

The point is, he never thought that Stark would appear here!

William also found out that Voldemort was special, so he was determined to let him die.

Snapped!

He Apparated again, appeared on the ground, and stepped on Voldemort's forehead, increasing his strength.

Probably because the skull is stronger than the mud, the entire head of the Dark Lord sank into the ground little by little.

Peter, who was lying on the ground and pretending to be dead, was shocked when he saw it, and immediately turned into a mouse and got into the mouse hole that had been dug a long time ago.

Voldemort felt humiliation like never before!

Even more humiliating than being bounced back to death by his own death curse...

He was furious: "I want you..."

Before he could say "death"~lightnovelpub.net~ William raised his wand, pointed it at Voldemort's head, and said softly:

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

Voldemort let out a sharp scream.

The strength on William's legs increased, still holding down Voldemort's head, another Cruciatus.

Repeating this, Voldemort's head, like a hammer, sank into the mud little by little.

Deep in the Albanian forest, there was a burst of terrifying screams.

"Avada Kedavra!"

From beginning to end, Voldemort, who was unable to resist, was completely silent when his hands and feet fell limply on the ground.

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