In the cemetery, a biting cold wind blew.??

The shadow walked out of the darkness. It was a short and fat guy, ugly as a pig, holding a baby-like thing wrapped in a swaddling cloth in one hand, and a magic wand in the other hand.

"It's you, Pet Peter!" Hermione exclaimed.

The dwarf Peter made a few unpleasant laughs, and a hoarse voice came from his arms. The sound sounded, and the temperature around him seemed to have dropped by several degrees.

"Little girl, I remember your name is Hermione, Hermione Granger, right?"

Hermione knew the sound, and its owner had a loud name; Voldemort!

"You still remember me." Hermione was not afraid. She had faced this famous black demon in her first grade.

"Of course, I remember every time an excellent wizard, even if you were born in a humble manner." Voldemort said in a hoarse voice, "Look at you, how outstanding you are, just like me back then."

In Voldemort, such a description is already a supreme glory and affirmation to others.

But Hermione was not happy.

Because Voldemort said she was born in a humble state, it made her feel that Voldemort was insulting her family, her parents.

"You are not allowed to insult my parents!" Hermione raised her wand, "I want you and apologize to them!"

Oh my God ~!

The insect tail felt that it was hearing hallucinations.

What did he hear?

Someone actually wants to make the black demon apologize!

He could clearly feel an extremely cold breath was scattering in his arms.

The black demon was angry!

The insect's tail was trembling with fear.

"You want me? Apologize?" Voldemort's tone was filled with undepressed anger, "You asked me to apologize to the two Muggles?"

The cold wind blew across the cemetery, as if hundreds of millions of resentful spirits were wailing sharply in the air.

Hermione frowned uncomfortablely, and the magic light on her wand became even stronger.

"Apology!" she shouted.

The cold wind is even more bitter.

"No one dared to speak to me like this!" Voldemort no longer suppressed his anger. His hoarse voice became sharp. He roared, "Word Tail, kill her, use your most evil magic to kill her!"

However, the insect tail was still frightened by the master's anger. Before he even raised the wand, a magic trick hit him.

"Destroy your weapons!"

The magic knocked away the tight wand that the insect held and flew more than ten meters away.

The next moment, another magic bombarded him, and his back "boomed" and a tombstone behind him collapsed. He screamed on the ground in pain and couldn't get up.

The swaddle in his arms also fell to the ground. The stuff in the swaddle rolled out. It was an ugly human-shaped monster. His head was big, his hands and feet were very thin, his body was skinny and his skin was abnormally gray-black.

"Oh my God~! So ugly!" Hermione couldn't help but show a disgust when she saw it.

Voldemort, who was thrown to the ground, made a sharp scream, and the disgusting expression on Hermione's face deeply hurt his heart.

At this moment, his hatred for Hermione even passed that Harry Potter.

"Damn mud breed, how dare you laugh at the great dark king!" He roared loudly, his small hands and feet seemed to be about to kill someone.

But when Hermione looked at this scene, she only felt that the scene in front of her was so funny.

It's even more funny than a clown who deliberately wants to make people laugh.

"Okay, Dark Lord. I try not to laugh at you." Hermione said with her lips pursed. After a second or two, she couldn't help laughing out loud.

She covered her stomach with one hand and laughed so hard that she couldn't stop.

"Sorry, Dark Lord. I really can't help it. You're so funny!"

When did Voldemort be ridiculed like this?

Even when he lost power, people were still afraid of him and did not even dare to call him by his name.

But now, a little girl who has not even graduated from the magic school. She dared to laugh at him directly and openly in front of him, the Dark King!

But that's the end?

No!

Hermione suddenly took out a cell phone from her pants pocket inside the wizard's robe.

She turned on the shooting function of her phone, and the camera was facing Voldemort on the ground over there.

"Come on, Dark Lord." Hermione said, holding up her phone, "Smile at the camera, you will definitely be very popular!"

I don’t know when, the tail of the insect that was still crying in pain was gone.

He ran away.

Maybe he felt that Voldemort was really going to finish playing this time, and he didn't want to finish playing with him, so he chose to run away again without hesitation.

Hermione ignored the worm tail that ran away, and she took out an owl-locked cage from her magic pocket.

Seeing Hermione take out a cage, the resentment in Voldemort's eyes became even stronger.

He could even imagine what Hermione was going to do next, and she was going to put him in this cage!

"Damn mud breed, go to death!"

The furious Voldemort no longer cared whether doing so would affect his recovery from an adult body. He raised one hand and a bleak green magic light suddenly flourished.

"Avadassauer!"

It was a death curse, Voldemort actually released a death curse in a state of no staff and weakness!

Faced with the sudden unexpected situation, Hermione didn't even have time to use magic to resist.

Seeing the miserable green death curse about to hit Hermione's body, at the critical moment, a few red mist suddenly flashed in the air. The next moment, a hand suddenly blocked the death curse.

The green magic energy struggled in the palm of his hand, as if he wanted to break free from the control of the master of his palm.

Just then, a cold snorkeling suddenly sounded.

In the palm of his hand, the green magic energy instantly calmed down.

It was not until this time that Hermione, who had just walked around the gate of hell, came to her senses and looked at the figure that appeared in front of her, and couldn't help but pat her chest with lingering fear.

Almost, almost capsized in the gutter!

On the other side, Voldemort, a monster on the ground, screamed in disbelief.

"How is it possible? How can someone use his hands to catch a death curse!"

Hearing Voldemort's sharp scream, Hermione, who was patting her chest, walked to the person in front of her and hummed, "How could it be that there is no, my teacher can do it! You don't know, you don't know."

"Hermione!" Ding Yi looked down at her and said with a serious expression: "Has the teacher told you that you should not be careless when facing the enemy? Even if a lion fights a rabbit, you must do your best?"

Seeing that the teacher was angry, Hermione quickly lowered her head obediently and admitted her mistake.

"Teacher, I know I'm wrong."

"It's not just about saying that you know you're wrong, I want you to remember it in your heart!" Ding Yi frowned and scolded.

Hermione knew she had done something wrong today. If the teacher hadn't arrived in time, she would have been dead now.

"Teacher, I will definitely remember it in my heart and promise that I will never do this again next time!" Hermione raised her head, looked at the teacher, and promised with a serious expression.

Seeing that she had realized her mistake, Ding Yi did not continue to scold her.

Turning his head, Ding Yi looked at Voldemort, who almost killed his disciple.

After watching for a while, Ding Yi shook his head.

"It's so ugly!" he said.

On the side, Hermione, who had a serious face, almost couldn't help laughing.

Voldemort over there was even more angry and squirting out blood, almost pissing off to death.

"Bastard, I'm the great Dark Lord!" Voldemort shouted sharply.

When Ding Yi heard this, he couldn't help but sneer and shook his head.

"You are like this, and you still call yourself the Dark Lord?" He said disdainfully, "Why don't I know when the three words "Dark Lord" have become the nickname of ugly monsters?"

Hermione couldn't help but laughed out loud.

In Ding Yi's live broadcast room, the audience who saw this scene also observed a silence for Voldemort. Poor guy, but he is really ugly!

"Is this your thing?" Ding Yi raised his hand, and a green energy flashed in his palm.

Shaking his head, Ding Yi waved his hand casually, and the green energy in his hand instantly penetrated Voldemort's body, so fast that he couldn't react at all.

"I'll give you your stuff back."

With a 'plop~', Voldemort, who was originally trying to get up, suddenly lost his life.
To be continued...