20demayo Chapter 489 Everything is far from over
Chapter 489 Everything is far from over
Chapter 489 It's far from over
"Mr. Steinberg?" Harry was taken aback when he saw him suddenly appear, and instinctively wanted to take a few steps closer.
However, it was blocked by Loila's arm.
"Professor Hamilton—what's wrong?" Harry paused, looking at Loyla.
Loila didn't speak, but stared intently at the middle-aged man with a smile on his face.
No way—it can't be possible—in Loira's memory, there was absolutely nothing similar between Steinberg and Voldemort—so why is he the same person as Voldemort?
Was it because—Mr. Steinberg was killed by Voldemort?
When? Or was he Voldemort from the very beginning?
That's impossible—but whichever the possibility—he's far too audacious—whether it's infiltrating Dumbledore's inner circle alone or replacing someone right under his nose—
So, was he the one who tampered with the magic array?
After all, very few people knew that this was the central hub of the magic array.
Loila looked at Voldemort and felt her head spinning. And—what was he doing here? Was he here to kill Mr. Potter?
Thinking of this, Loila looked at Harry and said, "Don't go near him, he's Voldemort."
"What?!" Harry was stunned for a moment, then looked at Steinberg, and then at Loila.
He really didn't feel that the person in front of him had any connection with Voldemort.
Voldemort, disguised as Steinberg, gently shook his head: "Professor Hamilton, casual slander is not good."
"Especially when you're a murderer—"
"A murderer?" Harry was completely dumbfounded. Suddenly, Steinberg said that Professor Hamilton was a murderer, and then Professor Hamilton said that he was Voldemort.
What on earth is this all about?!
"Professor Hamilton, release Harry now—and I might still put in a good word for you at the Wizarding Union," Voldemort said slowly. "Otherwise—given your crime of killing Karkaroff—"
"You're not just trying to get into Azkaban."
"Kill Karkaroff?!" The flood of information that rushed into Harry's head startled him. He looked at Lloyd, wanting to ask something, but didn't know how to begin.
Professor Hamilton, in particular, did not look well.
Is what Steinberger said true?
Impossible—how could Professor Hamilton commit murder?
But Professor Hamilton, why don't you refute this?
"You must have used those clones of the magic circle to create your alibi, right?" Voldemort said slowly, "and then—I secretly killed Karkaroff directly."
"Professor Hamilton, you are truly remarkable," Voldemort said, raising an eyebrow. "But that's enough—"
Surrender.
"I—I don't know what you're talking about—" Loila pursed her lips and said somewhat reluctantly, "This is all your—slander, Voldemort!"
"I'll say it again, Professor Hamilton—don't just label people Voldemort like that." Voldemort said, raising his wand. "That's not a good habit."
He looked at Harry and said, "Harry—Professor Hamilton, whom you trust, is indeed a murderer—so please cooperate with my work, okay?"
"I—" Harry pursed his lips, looked at Professor Hamilton in front of him, and then looked at Mr. Steinberger standing at the entrance of the hall.
After a few seconds of silence, he clenched his fist and said, "I don't believe Professor Hamilton is the murderer!"
"Are you mistaken, Mr. Steinberg?"
"Fool." Voldemort shook his head upon hearing this. "But it doesn't matter anyway—"
"You'll understand when I bring Professor Hamilton to justice."
As soon as he finished speaking, Voldemort flicked his right hand, and a silver, silent disarming spell shot towards Loila.
Having just experienced a battle, Luo Yili gritted her teeth and slightly turned her body to dodge the attack.
"Professor Hamilton—you just fought your clone for so long—how long can you hold out now?" Voldemort said slowly, flicking his wand.
A ghastly green flame erupted from the tip of his staff, transforming into a terrifying serpentine shadow that hurtled towards Loila.
Seeing the Fiery Blaze hurtling towards her, Loila had no choice but to raise her wand high to defend herself, while instinctively saying, "Mr. Potter—you should leave here first—"
Before she could finish speaking, Voldemort had already cast a spell.
Instead of choosing the Killing Curse that required chanting, he threw out another Disarming Curse.
Loila narrowly escaped the Killing Curse, then had to raise her wand again to block the Fiendfire.
Whether it was Royla's imagination or not, she felt that Voldemort was stronger than before—at least much stronger than he was last time.
Moreover, not only that—my own condition at this moment is far from good.
Whether it was because her forehead was still bleeding or because she had just fought for too long, Loila felt like she could barely lift her hand.
Just resisting the fierce fire was already making her feel somewhat powerless.
Just then, Voldemort waved his wand once more.
A silver light struck from a tricky angle, and Loila had no time to dodge, so she could only instinctively raise her wand.
"Pop!"
With a soft click, Royla's wand flew out of her hand, spinning as it landed in Voldemort's grasp.
""
Loila watched as the wand fell into Voldemort's hand, her face pale, and she involuntarily took a few steps back.
"Professor Hamilton—it seems the battle is over." Voldemort chuckled softly, holding up his wand and examining it.
Then squeeze it with a little force.
"Smack!"
Loila's wand snapped in two and was then casually tossed to the ground by Voldemort.
"Ugh—" Loila looked at the destroyed wand with a pang of heartache, but that heartache was immediately overwhelmed by a hint of fear.
This looks like things are going to get a little bad!
Without his wand, he was somewhat powerless—while Voldemort was at his most energetic—
Loila pursed her lips and took a few steps back. For the first time, a shadow of death loomed over her, making her feel a little panicked.
"Surrender, Professor Hamilton," Voldemort said softly. "Come here with your hands raised—the Ministry of Magic will give you a fair trial."
Nonsense—do you think I'm stupid?
Loila wasn't foolish enough to believe him. She was now certain that the person in front of her was Voldemort; she couldn't think of anyone else speaking like that.
But—but what can I do if I don't go out now?
Are you suggesting I fight Voldemort with my bare hands?
Even if Voldemort decides to be an equal and not use wands—I probably still can't beat him—
Loila took a deep breath and slowly said, "I will not—I will not submit to you, Voldemort—"
"And—Mr. Lupin and the others will be here soon—you can't escape."
Voldemort chuckled softly upon hearing this: "Are you joking?"
"I am Wilhelm von Steinberg, an Auror from the German Ministry of Magic—even if Dumbledore were here—he wouldn't doubt anything."
"Oh—I almost forgot, he's not here, is he?"
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