Voldemort put the invisibility cloak he had received into his robe, then turned to look at Harry who was standing silly on the side, and said slowly. "We meet again, Potter, the boy who survived the catastrophe! You have escaped from my hands time and time again, but it is a pity that you will never be so lucky this time..."

Watched by Voldemort’s red snake eyes, Harry only felt dizzy, his legs were trembling, and the lightning scar on his forehead became more painful, destroying his last reason.

But even so, Harry summoned his courage and spoke. "It won’t be long for you to be proud, Voldemort! Even if you kill me, kill Professor Dumbledore, others will stand up against you!"

"Let me guess, who gave you so much confidence? Is it Ivan Hals? The so-called British savior?" Harry’s words made Voldemort’s face suddenly gloomy, even a little distorted.

He looked down at the Daily Prophet on the table. The cover was a dynamic picture of Ivan subduing the fire dragon alone during the Goblet of Fire last year. Underneath it was also a large headline that read [The most talented wizard in British history, Hope for the future of the magic world-Ivan Hals].

Voldemort became more and more annoyed as he watched, and then he vigorously waved his wand and burned the newspaper to ashes, then turned his head to look at Harry, and said viciously.

"I admit that he is really good, and he dares to tease the great Dark Lord again and again! But he won’t be mad for a few days. When I get the last Deathly Hallows and gain the power of surpassing life and death, I will definitely bring him to me. The humiliation of him has returned thousands of times!"

shame? Teasing? Harry was confused when he heard it. He didn’t understand what Voldemort was talking about. He only vaguely heard that the Dark Lord seemed to hate Ivan very much, but he had nothing to do with him, so he was eager to find some powerful magic items. Enhance your strength.

Voldemort looked at Harry who was still a little confused, and suddenly remembered that the other party probably didn’t know the true face of Ivan Hals under the disguise, and the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but sneered. "Severus, you might as well tell him how Dumbledore died!"

Snape hesitated, but said briefly. "It was Ivan Hals who designed to kill Dumbledore, but he blamed it on the Dark Lord..."

"It’s impossible!" Harry retorted loudly before Snape was finished. "Everyone in the magic world knows that you killed Professor Dumbledore...There are many Aurors to testify!"

"Of course they would say that, because the entire Ministry of Magic and the Daily Prophet are under the control of Ivan Hals, and he can naturally attribute Dumbledore’s death to anyone..." Voldemort said with a gloomy expression.

Probably it was hard to find an audience, and coupled with the feeling of wanting to see Harry’s faith collapse, Voldemort was not in a hurry, but just like venting all the bad things that Ivan was throwing the pot to himself. Came out.

However, Harry on the side only felt extremely absurd.

Ivan Hals, a close friend who has slept with him for five years, is a dark wizard who kills without blinking an eye?

More than three months ago, the opponent disguised himself as Voldemort, led a large number of people into the Ministry of Magic, killed the former Minister Fudge on the spot, and supported the current Minister Pierce to come to power, becoming the mastermind behind the dominance of England?

No amount of Muggle writers can make up such a story!

So there is only one possibility. Voldemort and Snape are trying to deceive themselves and separate their relationship. With the lessons of the first two times, Harry will naturally no longer believe in such an absurd lie!

Not to mention that Professor Dumbledore’s wand was now in Voldemort’s hands, which made Harry firmer.

Voldemort babbled a big deal, but unexpectedly found that Harry’s expression had not changed significantly.

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After reading Harry’s thoughts with the mind of the gods, Voldemort inevitably developed a sense of powerlessness in his heart. He was extremely convinced that Trelawney’s prediction must be nonsense, because his life’s enemy could never be such an enemy. Idiot!

"I’ve already said that Potter’s mind might not be able to understand things that are too complicated." Snape gave Harry a mocking look, then looked at Voldemort again, and suggested. "Master, I think you’d better do it quickly, just in case..."

Snape reminded him lightly, and did not continue, but Voldemort already understood what he meant. Although the safe house is very safe, no one knows whether Ivan Hals can come in, no matter how small. Probability cannot be ignored either.

Thinking of this, Voldemort didn’t bother to explain to Harry, he was tired of the fateful confrontation with this kid.

In his opinion, Harry Potter is just a stumbling block on the way forward, and that Ivan Hals, who has brought him endless humiliation, is a rival worthy of his efforts!

Harry stared at Snape angrilyEspecially after the other party suggested Voldemort to kill him as soon as possible, Harry’s resentment towards Snape reached its climax, but he couldn’t do anything now. He didn’t even have a magic wand in his hand, which killed his last chance of escape.

"Goodbye, Harry Potter, the boy who survived the catastrophe!" Voldemort said lightly, then gently raised his wand.

Seeing the glowing green light from the top of the wand, Harry’s scalp was numb, and his fear made him lose control of his body. He stood so stiffly in place, he felt his heart beating violently in his chest, like It was the drums that sounded during the funeral.

Harry yearned for a miracle no more than now. He imagined that Ivan or Sirius could jump out from somewhere in the house and take him away, just like the last time he had a duel in the cemetery...

It’s a pity that the miracle didn’t happen after all. Harry could only watch it all, watching Voldemort wave his wand toward him.

"AvadaKedavra~ (Avada Kedavra

Voldemort’s voice rang in Harry’s ear, but he couldn’t hear it anymore. The green light came faster and took everything from him in an instant, and his body fell silently to the ground.

Witnessing Harry being hit by the Killing Curse, Snape’s face twitched, and the nails of his left hand were embedded in the flesh.

Fortunately, Voldemort didn’t notice this, because his reaction was even greater. At the moment he hit Harry, his brain seemed to be smashed with a heavy hammer.

The pain deepening into the soul made Voldemort scream. He held his head and backed up a few steps. The next moment he fell to the ground, motionless... as if he was dead.