v7 Chapter 48： I'm going to... kill someone!

Scottish Highlands,

Located in the northwest of Britain, it is inaccessible and the environment is harsh.

There are landforms left over from the Ice Age, rugged mountains, and ice fields covered by boulders.

Voldemort walked barefoot in the vast snow, leaving clear footprints one by one.

The location where the Dark Mark was summoned was at Malfoy Manor, but the Dark Lord did not go there directly.

He took a slight detour and came here.

The reason is also very simple:

There was a sudden strong magic wave here.

With such fluctuations, it is obvious that someone is fighting, and only Grindelwald and Dumbledore can produce this effect.

This is a pleasant surprise.

Grindelwald refused to tell him the location of the battle.

Probably because he was afraid that he would go to the head.

Voldemort didn't expect that, halfway, he just felt the magic breath.

Now that we meet, what do you say?

No matter who beats Dumbledore, he will help Voldemort!

However, the best situation is to lose both.

Voldemort killed himself, then stole the Elder Wand, and finally got rid of Grindelwald, the outdated first-generation Dark Lord.

Backstabs like this... Voldemort did it best.

Although he respected Grindelwald on the surface, he actually looked down on this loser.

If it wasn't for the rise of Stark, which brought unimaginable obstacles to his great cause, Voldemort would never have found the old man to help him.

How can the winners be in the company of the losers... Shichen go!

Following the ground full of greenery, Voldemort walked towards the halfway up the mountain step by step.

The traces of the battle are very obvious, and he even encountered a huge avalanche halfway along the way.

Voldemort's magic opened the way, and the snow fell from the top like a torrent to the ridge, and then branched off on both sides of him.

After searching for about 20 minutes, Voldemort appeared on the top of the mountain. Looking from a distance, he saw an old man sitting cross-legged on the ground, gasping for breath.

Grindelwald suddenly raised his head and said sharply, "Why are you here?!"

Voldemort didn't answer. He walked five meters away from Grindelwald, stopped and asked:

"Why are you alone?"

He didn't see Dumbledore, nor the student of Grindelwald.

"My students went after Dumbledore." Grindelwald took a deep breath, stood up tremblingly, and said:

"Dumbledore is seriously injured now, you'd better go to support, you can definitely kill him.

Instead of wasting time with this old man like me. "

Voldemort didn't move, but a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

If Dumbledore was here, he would definitely kill that man first.

But he didn't see it, instead Grindelwald...

The face that was not covered by the robe was constantly oozing blood.

The old man raised his elbow and wiped the blood randomly. Before it was dry, fresh blood would flow out.

Voldemort didn't know whether Dumbledore was seriously injured, but the old man in front of him was definitely seriously injured, and he had already reached the end of the shot.

First off, he's talking with a cannon!

"Voldemort, we made an agreement... do you want to break the agreement?!" Grindelwald asked sharply.

"Dumbledore is our common enemy. He is not dead yet."

"You're right, I'll go after him now." Voldemort smiled for no reason: "Don't be nervous, we are an unbreakable alliance..."

The old man seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, but the next moment, he only felt a cold wind blowing against his face, and then he was hit and leaned back.

The magic power is surging, wrapped in snowflakes flying all over the sky,

When all the dust settled, I saw this first-generation Dark Lord, with his back against the rock, he was strangled by one hand of Voldemort, and his feet were off the ground.

The wand in Grindelwald's hand was only half-raised before it bounced out and fell into Voldemort's hands.

Voldemort grabbed Grindelwald's neck with one hand and played with his wand gently with the other, as if stroking a peerless beauty.

He looked up at the dying old man, hoarse voice, and said with a smile:

"Sure enough, you were injured too badly, and now you are so weak.

I can kill you with one hand, like killing a chicken! "

"Tell me quickly, is this the legendary Elder Wand... I can spare you!"

Grindelwald's thin body moved, turned his skeleton-like face, stared at him with deep-set eyes, and smiled.

"I knew you were here for it, just as you were looking for Gregorovitch.

But your trip is pointless, you will never be the master of the Elder Wand..."

"Kill you, I'll do it!"

Voldemort raised his Elder Wand and aimed it at Grindelwald's head, and a green light flashed past.

He let go of his hand, and the already dead Grindelwald collapsed to the ground, and his body was quickly buried by the wind and snow.

Voldemort closed his eyes and fired a Dark Mark towards the sky, and he looked at the mark, fascinated by it.

The power of this wand is definitely better than that of yew wood!

How wonderful, it's definitely the Elder Wand!

More real than Grindelwald's death.

Voldemort was convinced.

"Hahahahaha..." He suddenly laughed wildly, his face contorted.

"I got it, I got the invincible wand, who else is my opponent?

Who else! "

Voldemort stood on the top of the snow mountain, looking down into the distance, he opened his arms, as if embracing the world.

It was as if this day, this place, this world, at this moment... all fell into his hands.

He is the king of this world!

The real **** in the world!

Since it's a god, it's not a problem to slaughter a few mortals to add to the fun tonight.

For example, Dumbledore, Stark, and... Potter.

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Malfoy Manor.

Draco cowered on the sofa, staring at Potter hanging in the living room in a daze.

His mother had been sent away to be reunited with his father, and he was waiting for the Dark Lord.

Waiting to dedicate Potter to him and complete the task that William explained.

After using the Dark Mark and summoning the Dark Lord, Malfoy tied Potter up.

This is the way he catches Potter.

It's just that Draco was confused. He didn't know why William gave Potter to the Dark Lord.

Just a few minutes ago, Draco suddenly didn't want Potter to die. He wanted to let him go and run away with him... Potter refused.

Didn't Harry know that he... was going to die?

Why don't you run away? !

Harry hung from the ceiling, but he didn't think about it, but was unexpectedly calm.

He was even in the mood to look at the decoration style of the living room.

It would be a lie to say that you are not afraid, but...after tonight, everything will be over.

No more pain from scars, no more fears...

Da Da Da Da!

The footsteps sounded, and the visitor didn't hide it at all, just swaggering out of the shadows.

Harry's forehead seemed to explode, and the familiar feeling returned.

He stared at the man.

The two looked at each other.

One stands in the dark,

One hangs in the light.

Voldemort turned his head slightly to one side, looked at Draco, and asked with interest:

"Can you catch it?"

"Yes, Master." Draco stood up from the sofa, with a pale, slender face under his pale blond hair.

"I ran into Potter on the train and controlled him with the Imperius Curse... When the army attacked Hogwarts, I took him with me and escaped from the secret passage while the chaos was running."

The reason was impeccable, and Voldemort smiled with satisfaction.

"Draco, well done, I will forgive the Malfoy family and give you an unprecedented honor..."

Voldemort ignored Draco and looked at Harry, his lipless mouth twisting in a smug smile.

"Harry Potter," he said, his voice soft, like a hissing fire, "The Boy Who Lived."

"Dumbledore and William will come to my rescue..." Harry shouted.

"It's too late for them, so they can only collect the body for you."

Voldemort knew the truth of "villains die by talking too much".

Back then, he was just talking too much nonsense, so that Mudblood Lily Evans had time to cast protective magic on her son.

Now that he has learned a lesson, he raises the elder wand without any delay.

Harry looked straight into those red eyes, hoping that moment would come immediately, the sooner the better, before he showed his fear—

There was a flash of green light, and Harry felt the Killing Curse fall on his chest, pain all over his body.

Finally, the pain disappeared, and Harry's eyes were shrouded in light.

As if a star fell from the sky.

Harry fell heavily to the ground, staring at his dilated eyes, lying alone on the floor.

Death... has come.

What made Draco terrified happened. At this moment, not only Harry, but also the Dark Lord fell to the ground, as if he had been killed.

After an unknown amount of time, Malfoy tiptoed over.

He was about to cross Voldemort to check if Harry was alive when the Dark Lord suddenly opened his eyes and clenched his legs.

"Master...Master..." Draco was so frightened that he fell to the ground.

"I'm fine." Voldemort's voice trembled, he wanted to get up from the ground.

"Master, let me—"

"I don't need help," said Voldemort coldly, trying to roll over and sit on the ground.

"That boy... is he dead?" Voldemort urged. "Go and see!"

Draco walked up to Harry tremblingly, and after a moment he answered in a faint voice:

"Dead! Potter... is dead!"

Voldemort stood up, and for a moment, he felt that he was sublimated, different, and his body was full of confidence and strength.

The bad relationship that happened sixteen years ago is now over.

He once again proved his invincibility.

"Draco, take Potter's body and follow me..."

"Where to... master?"

"Hogwarts! I'm going to... kill someone!!!"

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