Chapter 1024: Call Me Voldemort

As soon as Allen put away the Gryffindor-colored scarves and other things, he felt the badge on his neck heat up. Allen pressed the Auror badge that was temporarily worn tonight for the convenience of contacting the Aurors, and listened intently. After checking the news, he raised his head again and looked solemnly: "Just now the Aurors sent the information of counting the casualties... Leaving aside us wizards, and those who have been injured but have been healed, tonight in the Little Whinging District …seven Muggles have tragically lost their lives."

Harry glared at Voldemort angrily. He felt that the raging anger was licking his internal organs, burning in the terrible hollow. Although Voldemort didn't hear the report from Alan here, after he looked at Harry for a while, Upon learning of this information, he smiled maliciously at Harry, a boy of high school age, with great interest.

Dumbledore continued to maintain his silence without speaking, he pressed his forehead wearily, the street lights in the park shone on his gray eyebrows, beard, and deep wrinkles, making him look It seemed to be a silent statue.

"The Ministry of Magic will arrange these misfortunes as accidents. The Ministry of Magic will allocate a gold Galleon to exchange for successful pounds as compensation, and send them to the relatives of these dead Muggles as compensation for reasons acceptable to Muggles." Allen Noting Harry's look, he added, "Personally, I will also provide some financial compensation to these unfortunate families..."

"If they didn't want to transfer me, they wouldn't just lose their lives like this." Harry's voice was trembling, and he suddenly thought of a possibility - he shuddered, his face turned pale, he opened his mouth directly, and asked in a hoarse voice , "Alan...Among the dead, are there people we knew before?"

Alan, who had never worried about this issue, was taken aback for a moment, and then understood what Harry meant. Many of them were classmates or teachers in the Muggle school near Privet Drive. What made Alan a little embarrassed was that, At that time, because of Dudley's relationship, many of those classmates regarded Harry as a weirdo and did not regard them as friends, but now Harry was worried that some of them would die because of him...

"Sorry Harry, we have to wait for further information about the specific death of the person." Allen was stunned for a moment by Harry's question. Continued, "If there is any misfortune...I will tell you as soon as possible."

Harry sighed deeply, looking down at the toes of his shoes.

At this time, a bald middle-aged wizard ran up to Allen panting, and said to Allen with a little excitement: "Mr. Harris, the live broadcast equipment has been properly installed to ensure that it will remain stable without being affected by magic power."

The wizard didn't dare to look in Voldemort's direction at all, and after saying to Alan and nodding at him, he ran back silently and quickly. As a media person—although he is very afraid of the Dark Lord, he is very excited when he thinks of being able to personally participate in the live broadcast and recording of such a documentary of such a battle between top wizards.

"Alan, avenge him for us!" Harry clenched his fists and regretted that he was too lazy in school and didn't practice the spell to make himself stronger.

"Harry, don't let hatred consume your nature..." The silent Dumbledore finally spoke, and he put his hand on Harry's shoulder again, "Also, Alan...Although I personally don't think you should Adventure, the British wizarding world needs you...I noticed that Tom's breath and mental state are not quite right, you'd better be more careful."

"Albus, take Harry to stand far away. If possible, please help protect the staff on the scene. Without the help of Aurors, I have little confidence in the shield they made.

"Alan nodded to Dumbledore, then turned back to Voldemort, bowed a little not far in front of him and pointed to the direction of the live broadcast station, "Mr. Riddle, the TV station staff told me that the live broadcast is ready Alright, may I ask if you still need to prepare? If you have any other reasonable requests, just mention them, and I will try my best to make them as convenient as possible. "

Hearing this, Voldemort's red eyes with two slit pupils looked brighter in the darkness, his surprisingly long fingers slowly stretched into the all black or even plain black robe, and pulled it out from a deep pocket. He picked up a wand, and slowly stroked the wand from head to toe with his slender, pale hand. His bright red eyes finally settled on Allen, and he made a cold and sharp voice: "Then, boy from the Harris family, tell me ...Has the live broadcast already started?"

"If your side is ready..." Allen replied, "We will start before we enter the venue. The TV station has inserted this information when it was set up before. Now I think there are basically families with wizard TV... wizards all Waiting to watch this duel between us..."

"Very well..." Voldemort's lips twisted into a malicious smile, "Harris, I will kill you in front of all wizards and expose your shameless lies..."

At this time, a large open space has been cleared in this small park. The facilities for children to play have disappeared, and the street lights have also been temporarily moved to other locations by their magic. Hanging, photographing the situation in the venue from various angles, and Dumbledore just added a few super-strong iron armor shields for them.

This kind of situation, which seemed to be the focus of attention, made the air a little tense.

Two black-robed wizards dressed in gorgeous and simple styles appeared at the same time in the park very close to the ground. They were about ten yards away. They could appear not far in front of each other so accurately, as if they Knowing exactly where the other side will choose to start is normal.

"Aha, young Harris..." cried Voldemort, his voice echoing over the park. "So, now how do we begin..."

"As we agreed." Allen nodded and replied, while searching his brain for the spells he had learned, he didn't really want the battle to end too quickly.

"You mean the two of us..." Voldemort frowned, frowning his browless brows, emphasizing his words a little louder than usual, "Duel until one of us falls down?" Say that, Voldemort Laughing loudly, Allen knew that the other party had used magic power in the voice, enough to make the wizards who were not repaired enough enough to feel frightened and start running away.

"Hey, Tom... let's be less routine and more sincere." Allen sighed and pointed to his own brain, "You know that this trick didn't work for me last year, why do you still use it?".

"Call me Voldemort!" Voldemort suppressed his anger at the other party's routine and sincerity, and he said with a low face, "Little boy, you haven't answered my question yet, how did we start this duel?!"

"Okay Tom, I look forward to our start right away..." Allen asked earnestly with a smile on his face before the other party exploded, "Mr. Riddle, how about following the British tradition?"

"Hmph..." Voldemort's cold, shrill voice was played out simultaneously, his angry cheeks were now paler than a skeleton, his two big eyes were even redder, like two thin slits on his snake-like flat nose Opening and closing his nostrils, he exhaled, "That's the best, let me teach you what is a wizarding tradition, this rude guy."

The two sides didn't say any more, Allen and Voldemort turned to face each other in the air with the black mist on their lower bodies, and bowed. They all do so well that even the most demanding etiquette experts cannot find fault with the angle of their bows.

However, the corners of Voldemort's lips were twisted, and there was an unmistakable cruel expression in the red eyes; Allen's eyes were narrowed, and the corners of his mouth were smiling, but the disdain and sarcasm revealed in that expression made Voldemort's expression on the opposite side even more ferocious .

Voldemort then held his wand like an arrow to his chest, while Alan drew out his own and the Grand Arcanist's staff that Luna had made in the past.