Chapter 568? You Are Looking for Tom Riddle to Shut Me up About Voldemort? (Modified)

The members of the Order of the Phoenix who had watched Voldemort approaching and had already clenched their wands and were ready to fight looked at Allen in surprise.

Professor McGonagall took the lead in yelling at Allen: "Nonsense! Harris, the mysterious man is not something a child like you can face alone! I have already notified Dumbledore, as long as we persist together for a while..."

"Don't worry about this bad boy, Minerva, let him go if he wants to die." Moody obviously has a deep prejudice against the Harris family after a series of incidents since last year, "We beat us."

Lupine glanced at Sirius who was protecting Harry, and turned his head worriedly, trying to persuade his new boss to give up his idea: "Alan..."

However, he was stopped by Allen with a wave of his hand before he opened his mouth: "Thank you for your kindness, but you are obviously too used to living under the protection of Dumbledore's wings. I did this to let people in the wizarding world see that not only Only the greatest white wizard can save the world - please go down from the high platform and climb to those steps, there is no room for you to participate in this battle, and your presence is meaningless except that it will only delay the duel between me and Mr. Riddle."

"I have a question, Alan Harris." Voldemort waited until Alan had finished speaking before asking. Of course, he ignored those members of the Order of the Phoenix who still wanted to speak.

Allen looked sideways at Voldemort, who was about to step up to the high platform: "Please speak, Mr. Riddle."

"If I heard right just now, what you are looking for is Tom Riddle... Then what does this have to do with me, Voldemort?" Voldemort asked with a smile on his face, and then he looked straight, "My name It's Voldemort, stop calling me by that Muggle last name. Also, if I remember correctly you were born pure blood? Join me boy, I appreciate your talents. Come to me and give the orb of prophecy to Me, join the Death Eaters to serve me, I can promise not to touch the Harris family, whether it is the British Ministry of Magic or the German Ministry of Magic can give it to you-judging from what you just said, you don’t like Dumbledore either? By the way, he also had red hair when he was young."

"Please forgive me, Mr. Voldemort." Allen rolled up the sleeves of the H94 uniform, revealing the omniscient mark on his arm, and showed it to Voldemort who had come to the high platform.

Voldemort understood: "Dumbledore's minions, get out of here, and I will finish you off after I defeat Alan Harris."

"Please hurry up, Order of the Phoenix, don't try to interfere in the duel between me and Mr. Voldemort. Tonks, Shaker, you two are still Aurors, obey orders, and so is Lupine, and take Professor McGonagall away. Sirius Don't put on that face and take your godson down... as for Moody trying to get in your way here, but I promise you you'll be ripped to shreds in seconds, don't expect me to get in your way. "Alan was also a little impatient with the Order of the Phoenix who were still standing here.

Moody snorted coldly, punched the ground heavily with his cane, and wanted to satirize Allen, but was dragged off the high platform by Tonks, who obeyed Allen's order, who was not an official of the Ministry of Magic.

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips into a straight line. Although Alan Harris is a professor of ancient magic—and stronger than members of the Order of the Phoenix—in her eyes, she is still a young wizard who has not graduated , she couldn't just watch her students go to a one-on-one duel with the mysterious man, but as his professor, she did nothing. "Harris..." McGonagall wanted to persuade her again, but Lupine and Shacklebolt grabbed her shoulders and forcibly led her to jump off the high platform.

"Okay, Professor Harris, since you insist." Sirius dragged the reluctant Harry, covered his mouth with the other hand to prevent him from attracting Voldemort's attention, and decisively evacuated the high platform with his godson , Harry's safety will always come first in Sirius' heart.

Voldemort's wand rolled in a semicircle, and made an invitation gesture to start the duel, but Alan Harris stretched out his palm again to signal not to start yet.

"What's the matter?" Voldemort restrained his impatience and retracted his wand again.

In fact, he was born as a mixed blood and advocated pure blood. As long as conditions permit, he will try his best to maintain the social etiquette of the traditional pure blood family-especially in the matter of duels, so he spread his palms and let Allen continue.

Allen pointed to the members of the Order of the Phoenix who were standing between the high platform of the arch and the steps, "I said go to the steps, don't try to disturb this duel."

Voldemort tilted his noseless face, took a deep breath, and let it out again.

After they all stood on the steps, Allen's wand slipped into his hand amidst Voldemort's vigilant expression, "Fire protection." Allen turned around suddenly, and the hem of his black uniform fluttered in the air following his movements. Drawing a rounded arc, he walked around the high platform, and blue flames rose from where the wand pointed, and formed a circular concave ground between the continuously descending steps and the circular arch high platform. A circle of blue flames that seals off the outside world.

These blue flames rose like huge jumping notes, dancing around the high platform. A Death Eater who was close to the flame didn't expect that the blue flame would suddenly shoot up, and collided with it. The blue flame suddenly enveloped him, and the howling Death Eater watched helplessly as his body was shaking. In an instant it was reduced to ashes.

Seeing this, Bellatrix brandished a long whip, wrapped up an Auror in the melee, and threw it into the flames forcefully. The screams suddenly sounded and then stopped abruptly. He was also alive by the blue flames. devoured.

Allen flicked the ashes that belonged to the unlucky Auror just now and stuck to his sleeve indifferently, "Now I can make sure that no one will bother us."

"Oh, Harris, are you here to protect those students?" Voldemort looked at Neville and the others who were using the many passages on the circular parapet under the steps to hide their figures. The dark flames blocked the passage, isolated from the Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix. Voldemort pointed at Neville's position with the tip of Voldemort's wand, and continued, "I have found their position a long time ago. Wait for the duel." After killing you, I will kill them."

In the melee at this time, the two Death Eaters looked at each other and nodded. They wanted to teleport to the opposite step to fight through Apparition——there were more Death Eaters in that direction, but they couldn't use Apparation. Just as Xing Xing's body was wrapped in black smoke and rose above the blue flames, he was hit by the sudden, fierce eel-like blue flames, and he couldn't even make a scream in the state of black smoke. , was burnt to nothing in an instant.

Allen looked up at the ashes of the Death Eaters floating down, ignored Voldemort's question, but asked instead: "I'm done, do you want to make another invitation to draw a semicircle with your wand before the duel? I can cooperate."

Hearing this, an inexplicable sense of shame engulfed Voldemort's heart, and the tip of his wand instantly lit up green from embarrassment. At the same time, crackling lightning energy gathered at the port of Allen's wand...