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Chapter 346 Compliance and Legality
Voldemort was floating in the sky, and the black mist shrouded him like a subject, just staring down at Sherlock with cold eyes.

"You are very talented. This kind of soul magic allows you to use it to this extent. Looking at the entire history of magic, you can't find a second one. Even your stupid mother, the magic created by herself is useless. It must be better than you."

"If you are willing to be my servant, I may give you a chance to survive."

Sherlock held his arm, which was temporarily no longer bleeding, and looked up at Voldemort with a sneer.

"Who do you think I am? Barty Crouch Jr.? Don't talk about other positions, what kind of person will surrender to the enemy who killed his relatives?"

Voldemort shook his head, he did look slightly regretful.

"That's really a pity."

He didn't say any more nonsense, and directly waved his wand again.

It was still the unforgivable death curse, and the dark green beam shot straight at Sherlock.

With a lot of wand worn out, and Sherlock whose physical strength is almost exhausted, it is even more difficult to avoid Voldemort's killing curse now.

He panted violently, looking at the black mist like a black cloud covering the sky above his head, he couldn't help thinking of the bad prophecy that Silke said to him not long ago.

Today, he's probably really in danger.

After drinking the bottle of Felicia Sherlock gave her at the beginning of this semester, Silke struggled to open her pale golden eyes that were already extremely dim, and stared at the stone pier.

It was still a replay of a scene, and she didn't pay attention to other superfluous pictures. She just stared at that dark night, and the person in the gray robe walked up to Shidun.

Silk seemed to have returned to that night and became the only bystander at the scene.

The vision in front of her was clearer than the previous two times, and she could clearly see that the gray-robed man raised his wand, aimed at the Triwizard Cup placed here, and carefully portrayed obscure and difficult words. magic texture.

Silke has never been to any magic academy. She learned all of her magic knowledge from the Department of Mysteries of the German Ministry of Magic since she was a child. She is definitely more proficient in some magic than most wizards from the academy. But at the same time, her magic knowledge is too simple.

Just like the magic pattern that the gray-robed man is engraving on the Tri-Strong Cup, she can't understand it at all.

But even if she couldn't understand, she memorized everything without blinking.

Two hours had passed in her time retrospective vision, but in reality, only 5 minutes had passed.

Dumbledore naturally discovered Silk's current situation. He didn't speak out to disturb her, but looked at her pale golden eyes that were bleeding like tears, and his brows became more and more wrinkled.

He was not the only one who noticed that Silke's situation was wrong. Professor McGonagall, Mrs. Weasley and others also saw that she was in a bad condition, but they dared not speak casually for fear of disturbing her. The time was wrong, and it delayed what she was doing now.

Just when Silke's eyes became more and more hollow, the blood flowing from her eye sockets had slid down her cheeks to her collar, and the robe was covered with blood, Dumbledore finally couldn't bear to interrupt her self-mutilation hour.

Silk also ended this time retrospective.

She collapsed weakly, but fortunately, Professor McGonagall and Mrs. Weasley supported her immediately so that she would not fall to the ground.

Silk stretched out his trembling hand, and used his magic wand to trace in mid-air the most critical magic pattern circuits that the gray-robed man inscribed on the Triwizard Cup, and tried to speak with his pale lips.

"This is the magic pattern drawn by that person when he made the Portkey."

Dumbledore looked at those lines, and his brows that had been frowning suddenly relaxed, and he said to Professor McGonagall in a hurry.

"You take her to Madam Pomfrey."

Then he stretched out his arm, and the Phoenix Fox spread its wings on his arm, and the golden-red streamer flowed among its feathers.

"Interested in coming with me now, Connelly?"

He looked at Fudge, and the words he opened his mouth seemed to be using interrogative sentences, but in fact, his arm was already on Fudge's shoulder.

With a forced smile on Fudge's face, he was about to refuse when he was with Dumbledore. The two of them flashed into a golden light in place, and then disappeared into Hogwarts at the same time.

At the same time, Dumbledore and Fudge suddenly appeared in the Auror Headquarters of the Ministry of Magic.

Knowing the exact location where Sherlock was teleported away from Silk, Dumbledore did not choose to go there immediately, but brought Fudge to the Ministry of Magic first.

At this time, the Auror's office was still brightly lit. Even though it was the off-duty time, there were still a large number of Aurors gathered here. This was normal in normal times, and no one suspected that this phenomenon was special.

The place where Dumbledore and the others appeared was in front of Rufus Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror office and the wizard who had been the head of Auror for nearly 20 years.

The first time he saw Dumbledore, he stood up from his chair with a serious expression.

"So, are you sure there will be a special operation tonight?"

"My appearance here means that things have reached the worst possible situation." Dumbledore said calmly, "Now you can call all the Aurors here."

Fudge was initially relieved to find that he had been taken to the Ministry of Magic.

But when he heard the brief conversation between Scrimgeour and Dumbledore, his body tensed up instantly.

Fudge, who was always suspicious of Dumbledore's plans for his ministerial position, immediately thought that Scrimgeour and Dumbledore had cooperated!
What happened tonight is very likely to be a conspiracy planned by Dumbledore!

He stared wide-eyed, looked at Scrimgeour and Dumbledore, and asked sharply.

"What do you want to call Aurors for! Without the authority of the minister, even the head of the Auror office can only call up one-fifth of the standing staff at most!"

Dumbledore spoke softly with a calm face.

"The Minister will act with us tonight, so it is in accordance with the rules and the law to call all the Aurors."

"What nonsense are you talking about! I didn't agree with your actions! I don't know where you are going now! What the hell are you trying to do! Dumbledore!"

His yell did not receive any response, and the Aurors, who had already been in a state of preparation, assembled in less than 5 minutes.

Subsequently, Scrimgeour, Dumbledore, and the kidnapped Minister of Magic Fudge led 80.00% of the Aurors in the Ministry of Magic to leave the Ministry of Magic.

(End of this chapter)