The two hatreds whose heads were cut off were shaking up again, and countless slender flesh whiskers stretched out from their cut necks and squirmed back to the head that was hanging on the side. The two hatreds shook their heads, opened their evil red eyes again, and then opened their big mouths and made a deafening roar.

"See? Dumbledore, they are immortal." Voldemort transformed a round shield to block Dumbledore's red spell. He stretched out his long tongue and licked his face. "It's a pity that I have limited materials on hand now, otherwise these synthetic hatreds would be even stronger."

"You have given them the regeneration ability of the trolls?" Dumbledore said. "It seems that these hatreds are just fakes?"

"Whatever you say, Dumbledore. If they really hate you, you should go to Melin now." Voldemort said with a little regret. "It's a pity that I didn't have time to go to the Forbidden Forest to get more experimental materials, so I could only use the giant specimen on the spot. Unfortunately, the specimen was not well preserved and I didn't extract much biological activity."

"Then use magic to deal with these synthetic abhorrences!" shouted Dumbledore, "These are not real abhorrences. They have limited resistance to magic. Use fire to deal with them!"

"You have to have a chance!" Voldemort roared.

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"Evil, they are so disgusting." Hermione looked like she was trying to vomit. She watched the two resurrected hatreds crack again, stretching out countless fleshy tentacles, and she couldn't stop feeling disgusted. She knew that this was just Silver's memory, but when she was still scared, she took several steps back."

"They are synthetic hatreds, Hermione," said Silver. "They are far inferior to the original hatreds, and they have to be enhanced in this way - you have to admit that disgusting looks are also a weapon."

"I think yes, if I were on the scene, I would have been scared to the point of using magic." Hermione said, "they can scare half of the wizards just by looking."

"How did you deal with these synthetic hatreds at that time?" Shanofilius Lovegood asked with interest, "The regeneration and recovery ability of the monster and its certain magic resistance make such creatures very difficult to deal with."

"Of course it was an alchemy bomb." Silver said with his eyes narrowed.

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"So, try this!" Silver's hands suddenly had a few strange things-a few gray round objects. He quickly threw the things into the two heads that were synthesized and abominable.

Synthesize the abominable cracked head and instantly closes, like the mouth chewing something.

"Do not to go." Silver shouted to the others, he had already fallen to the ground.

"Do not?" Harry was a little confused, but Slughorn reacted quickly, and he pressed Harry to the ground with one hand.

"Protect your own head!" Slughorn said something in his busy schedule.

Then there was a deafening explosion and a strong shock wave. The two synthetic hatreds exploded from the inside of the body, and thick smoke filled the entire room, making people unable to see anything.

"The wind howled!" was Voldemort's voice, which sounded very annoyed. The strong wind blew away the smoke and everything became clear again. A spell hit his heart accurately, and he staggered a few steps and stabilized again.

"Don't even think of killing me, Dumbledore." Voldemort spitted, commanding the remaining three-headed synthetic hatred guards around him. "Your magic can't kill me."

He stared at Silver who was slowly standing up with malicious intentions, "Alchemy bomb? A good thing, but it can only deal with my two pets. That old guy Richard set a trap and wanted to use this thing to blow me to death, but you already know that - I have lived to this day, and that old guy is dead.

"My great-grandfather is probably dead." Silver pointed his wand at Voldemort, "but you still live in his shadow, just like your grandfather and uncle whom you killed."

"I don't know the so-called little guy." Voldemort smiled gloomyly, "Are you crazy about gaining and losing your heart? I, the greatest wizard of all time, Voldemort, the supreme Dark Lord, will live in the shadow of a dead man?"

He pulled open his shirt and revealed his pale body, which was densely filled with ancient magical texts emitting strange aura. "Don't you understand? I am immortal, and the most powerful magic cannot kill me!"

Silver sighed, "You shouldn't read that diary, and you shouldn't experiment randomly on yourself."

Voldemort's pupils immediately contracted.

"What do you mean?" (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!
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