Chapter 459 The Daily Prophet wants to make Peter the Savior?!!

Several potters on the side quietly watched their hugs.

"Their relationship is so good!"

Hermione said enviously.

"Ours is not bad too!"

Ron said, but was still very happy that Peter had returned safely.

Harry looked at Peter and the others, then at his companions, and smiled in agreement with Grace's words.

"Looks like I'm missing something funny?"

Dumbledore's voice came from the doorway, and he was standing there smiling, under the half-moon glasses, a pair of pleasant blue eyes.

"Dumbledore!"

Harry shouted excitedly.

"It was a busy night, wasn't it?"

Dumbledore smiled and said, "You have gone through a dangerous journey, although it is very dangerous, but you have finally returned safely." "

Listening to Dumbledore's words, Harry gradually lowered his head, not daring to look at Dumbledore again, for fear of seeing his condemning eyes.

Dumbledore noticed Harry's expression, sighed, smiled and said to the others, "Can you let me talk to Harry for a while?" And you need to rest too, it's late now. "

"Let's go!"

Peter looked at Harry and spoke first, then Kang left the infirmary.

The next day, Peter and Ellen woke up very late. They have already finished the exams, and they have more than half a month to graduate and leave school, so there are no classes now, and the time is very free.

At lunchtime, Dumbledore appeared in the auditorium, which made many teachers and students very happy, and they applauded and cheered. It wasn't until the daily newspapers of the prophets were delivered to the students by owls that the students quieted down and looked at the reports in disbelief.

The first page had the big headline "The Man Who Can't Say Is Back!" In the newspaper, Fudge officially announced the return of the mysterious man and led the Death Eaters into the Ministry of Justice.

The students took a cold breath and looked at the report above, and some timid girls even screamed.

"Peter, look at the report on it!"

Alan handed the newspaper over and pointed to the location of the second page, which had a picture of Peter holding a wand and fighting seriously.

"Peter, did you really cut off one of the arms of the Dark Devil's head?"

Alan read the report and asked in great surprise.

"You cut off one of his arms, what's wrong?"

Peter nodded and said indifferently.

The students around Slittering heard Peter's reply, took a cold breath, and looked at him with reverence.

"Peter, you're so tough! Actually able to hurt the Dark Lord, no one has ever done it! Not even Dumbledore! "

Alan gave a thumbs up to the other and said softly with three faces.

"It's not that he was destroyed, this injury can't hurt Voldemort by half a point."

Peter calculated his shoulders and said without any concern, "And that is only because he did not have to defend himself, and it will not be so easy in the future." "

He was also very excited at first last night, but after a night of calming down, he also figured it out.

Not to mention that Voldemort's current appearance is no longer human, this hurtful word has no effect on Voldemort at all. Not to mention that Voldemort had already reached the state of immortality by relying on those Horcruxes, and unless all the Horcruxes were destroyed, even if he was successfully killed, Voldemort would be able to return again.

"Peter, you're completely famous."

Ellen looked at the newspaper and said excitedly, "The Daily Prophet says that you are the third wizard of this century to reach the level of a great magician!" The first two are Headmaster Dumbledore and The Mysterious Man! They evaluate that you have unlimited potential, and now that you are only eighteen years old, you have such strength, and you will definitely surpass him! "

"Listen to them blow!"

Peter said with a disdainful face, "Great Magician Level? How did I not know that I had such strength? The prophets (bea dailys) were clearly ill-intentioned, and they wanted to make me another savior in order to mitigate the negative effects of the news of Voldemort's return. "

"Isn't that bad?"

Alan asked with a puzzled face, after all, in his opinion, if Peter could receive such an honor, it was like Dumbledore was called the greatest wizard, which was the object of everyone's envy.

"I don't want to carry the name that the safety of the wizarding world has nothing to do with me, if it weren't for you friends, even if Voldemort turned the magical world upside down, as long as it didn't bother me, I would call him a terrible flood." "Two," peter said coldly. Leave that to Harry and Dumbledore. "

"Now my headache is that if Voldemort saw this report and turned the spearhead at me in a daze, it would be bad luck!"

Peter wondered, "I only want Voldemort to be smarter, or to target Dumbledore, a weak man like me: there is no way to deal with him." "

Alan looked at him worriedly and said, "As far as I know, you have almost completely wiped out all of the Dark Lord's henchmen." Looking at Slittering's seat, there are many students who frown early in the morning. I think the Dark Lord will definitely hate you, after all, he should not have many subordinates around him. "

"Thank you so much crow mouth!"

Peter gave him a blank look.

Meanwhile, in a manor house, Voldemort was pale and pointed his wand against the position of the broken arm, constantly chanting the spell, only to see the broken arm: a dark sprout of flesh continued to grow, and finally became a novice.

Voldemort gasped, his scarlet eyes full of fatigue, and it looked as if the magic of the rebirth of his broken arm had drained him of strength.

The "master" Bella Cretes knelt not far away, his eyes wide with concern as he watched the weight of the earth.

"Okay Bella, I'm all right!"

Voldemort waved his hand and said, then looked at the empty room, his eyes narrowed, and asked, "How many of our members have successfully returned?" "

"This..."

Bellacriz hesitated, but under the intimidation of Voldemort's eyes, he replied dryly, "The members who went to the Ministry of Magic have not returned except me." Lucius, the Carlo siblings, and others were eventually captured by Peter Yorke and are now imprisoned by the Ministry of Magic in Azkaban. "

"And... This is the Daily Prophet this morning..."

Bellacretes hesitantly handed him the newspaper.

Voldemort took the newspaper and slowly read it, did not speak for a long time, and finally stared at Peter in the photo with evil eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "Peter York! "

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