Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher.

Chapter 458 Am I Not Handsome?

Chapter 458 Am I Not Handsome?

Gail stood in front of the window, holding a binoculars, looking at the place.

Dumbledore's spell had a huge range, was cast suddenly, and was only directed at the "polyjuice potion" rather than Voldemort himself.

"Aredin"'s face was washed down.

Show the young, handsome face of Tom Riddle.

"Is this your confidence?" The effect of the compound decoction was erased, and Voldemort didn't panic at all, he raised his hand to touch his cheek, "A few people came here alone, trying to fight against the confidence of the whole world, is that all?"

"Do you think that by washing away the effect of Polyjuice Potion, Wild Hunt will betray me?"

He paused, and smiled slightly: "My dear Albus, dear Harry, it is really wise for you to choose to stay away from power."

"The source of power has never been a specific individual."

He raised his arms high and his voice became louder: "Answer me, am I your king!"

The Wild Hunt knights who were gradually gathering around hesitated.

Voldemort snorted softly.

The Dark Mark imprinted on their left arms suddenly became hot, and the punishment came. Although it was small, it was painful.

The Wild Hunts no longer hesitated, and immediately cheered: "King! King! King!"

Snape, who was far away in the Awakening Palace, was no exception. He folded his left arm and gritted his teeth.

Large-scale punishment does not distinguish between people.

Gale put down the binoculars, he only heard Voldemort's last words, but from his posture, from his expression, he could tell, from the reaction of the group of red knights, it could be seen whether it was Eredin or someone else.

The group of visitors from another world did not lie.

He turned his head to look at Snape, who was holding back his expression, and the two looked at each other.

"Get your head off." Snape gritted his teeth.

Holding his wand, he stared at the battlefield in the distance. Several times he couldn't help it, and wanted to cast a spell and cut off his left arm.

Voldemort opened his arms, stood in the sky like a god, and laughed triumphantly: "Did you see it?"

"I am the king, the king of the world."

As he spoke, he paused, emphasizing his tone: "It doesn't matter which world it is."

Harry stared at Voldemort, smiled and said, "But don't you still keep your face?"

"Isn't this face perfect?" Voldemort asked back, "A face that the strongest should have."

Yennefer nodded approvingly.

Don't think about what Voldemort is, as far as this face alone is concerned, it is indeed handsome, even if there is no shortage of handsome men around her—whether Geralt or Harry, but Tom Riddle's face is as important as it.

Harry was expressionless: "So you plan to use this face to go to other worlds and hook up with those elderly ladies?"

He looked at Ye Naifa, and continued: "I have to say, if it's Ye, she should be very fond of your tricks of hooking people up."

Yennefer narrowed her eyes.

Not because of the latter sentence, but the former sentence.

Older?

"Potter!" Voldemort gritted his teeth, but his anger didn't make him lose his grace, and he stretched out his hand gracefully, "You always speak so badly, it's like putting a big Gryffindor in your mouth."

"Aha, if it's Slytherin in the mouth, I'm afraid the tongue should betray me." Harry didn't give an inch.

A wand flew out of the room and fell into Voldemort's hand.

It was long, thirteen inches, yew, phoenix feather, and certainly not his original wand - the one had been destroyed during the battle at Malfoy Manor.

This is a new wand he found in Ollivander's inventory.

"Potter, I admit that you do have some skills." Voldemort said softly, "I have been defeated by you many times."

"Maybe, it gave you some courage, some confidence that shouldn't have been there."

"You really see yourself as the savior, as the natural enemy of Voldemort, the great, supreme, world king who is about to rule all worlds."

He paused for a moment, and his tone became more serious: "But it's all luck."

"Baby, your mother used her own life and your father's life to cast an ancient spell to rebound my magic. That time, I died by my own hands."

"In the first grade, I was so weak that I couldn't exist alone."

"That time in the second grade, I was just a horcrux that hadn't fully recovered."

"The time in the fourth grade was no different from the time in the first grade. You killed a defenseless and unable to resist baby, which is nothing special."

"last year."

"One of my Horcruxes is truly resurrected."

"But without fully absorbing the memory, you cut off an arm."

Voldemort raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "I have to praise you a few words. At the same age, I am indeed no match for you, but that time, you only defeated me who just graduated."

"But it's different now, Potter."

"Now I have the richest experience, the most powerful magic power, the most complete body, and even the power to sweep through several doomsdays"

"Do you think you will still be my opponent?"

Harry whispered, "You're afraid of me."

Voldemort was taken aback: "You're always saying this kind of nonsense."

"If you weren't afraid of me, you wouldn't try to say these things to convince yourself." Harry was aggressive, with sharp eyes. "You're afraid of me, so you have to make a list of "I'm just luck" one after another to give yourself courage."

"That's who you are."

"You were afraid of the real, weak Tom Riddle, so you gave yourself the scary-sounding name 'Voldemort'."

"You are afraid of your past, so you hide your past."

"But these are useless, just deceiving yourself."

"Tom, torture your heart, have you convinced yourself?"

Voldemort's expression twisted, he gritted his teeth: "Potter, stop being self-righteous."

"Facts will tell."

"Am I stating reality, or what?"

He took a deep breath, calmed down his disturbed mood, and smiled gracefully: "So, Potter, are you here alone?"

"You're still with Dumbledore."

Dumbledore took a step forward.

"Albus, together with Geralt and the others, go deal with the Knights of the Wild Hunt first." Harry turned his head and raised his wand.

Dumbledore looked at him and said in a dignified voice, "Harry."

"I'm not being angry." Harry said softly, "Trust me, this is the judgment of a witcher."

Geralt poked his head: "Be careful, he's very strong." He warned, but didn't mean to persuade Harry.

"Yes, he's strong." Harry responded with a smile.

Dumbledore held the wand and handed it to Harry: "If there is any change, I will get involved as soon as possible."

In the sky, Voldemort's breath faltered.

That is... the Elder Wand, one of the Three Hallows.

(End of this chapter)