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Chapter 347 The last thunderstorm before the rainstorm subsides

Even with his exhaustion, Sherlock is having trouble doing regular spellcasting right now.

But he still gritted his teeth and insisted, increasing the number of spells cast to undo the Fiendfire Curse.

More than ten magic wands were inserted into the ground again, and the blue flame rose up, surpassing the momentum of the red flame python in an instant!

The blue wall with flames constantly jumping gradually changed its shape, and finally turned into a big blue hand, tightly choking the fire python's snake head.

Like fire meets water.

The situation that was still in balance before has been completely reversed at this time.

The fire python screamed silently, then melted in the big blue hand, and finally disappeared completely!
Although Fiercefire was dealt with, Sherlock's current situation has barely improved.

Voldemort didn't give him any breathing room at all.

The dark green spells kept falling from the sky. As long as Sherlock tried to use the transfiguration technique to resist, countless invisible sharp blades would come through the sky immediately.

Voldemort's attainments in black magic are among the top ones in the entire history of magic. Whether it is the Killing Curse or the Shadowless God, the power he released is far better than any wizard.

And Sherlock is now completely exhausted.

He was not as powerful as the Dark Lord, one of the most powerful wizards in history. Coupled with the large amount of physical strength he had consumed before, Sherlock already felt that he could not last long.

The black mist surrounding the battlefield has long since dissipated, and Voldemort, as his opponent, now of course knows that Sherlock is the grasshopper after autumn, and it won't be long before he jumps around.

The Death Eaters scattered around watched the battle without any suspense.

Every time Sherlock dodged Voldemort's spell in embarrassment, they laughed and booed.

These thugs have regarded this private duel as a celebration of Voldemort's new life.

And as the background board of today's celebration, Sherlock must only become the first dead soul under the returned Dark Lord!
Even if he knew that he might have to confess here today, Sherlock didn't show any timidity on his face.

Instead, his eyes became more and more fierce, but his face became more and more calm.

It's like a lone wolf that has been driven to the end, while staring violently at its enemy, it will still calmly think about how to bite off a piece of meat from the opponent's body in the next bite!

He looked at the man floating in the sky, his face had become rampant, he laughed and used the death curse continuously, illuminating the entire night sky, the man called the devil.

Sherlock's calm and ferocious eyes gradually became decisive.

He knew very well that he could not kill Voldemort no matter what, and the Horcruxes had not been completely destroyed. Even if the resurrected Voldemort died, his second resurrection would only become easier.

So far, no one from the Ministry of Magic or Hogwarts has come here. Sherlock already knows that if he delays for at most 3 minutes, he can only become a corpse under the death curse.

Since there is no doubt that he must die, even if he is dead, he will also leave an unforgettable lesson for Voldemort!

Sherlock grinded his back molars, put his knees on one hand, and let his exhausted body stand up.

The remaining wands, less than a hundred, were quietly floating beside him. He needed to wait for an opportunity, a suitable opportunity.

And at the same time that Sherlock stood up from the ground, countless iron chains suddenly rose beside him!

The black chains tightened suddenly, and before he could react, they tightly bound his hands and feet.

Even when Voldemort was laughing, those blood-red eyes were still full of coldness and sharpness, as if it was someone else who was laughing, and the real him would only remain indifferent forever.

"I won't let you die so easily, Sherlock. If it's like that, the battle won't last so long."

His voice was playful and his tone was slow, as if a winner was announcing the ultimate fate of a loser.

"I'm actually thinking about whether to make you clear your memory like your mother, fill in those memories of resentment, viciousness, and despair, and drive you crazy. Or let Nagini drive you little by little Eat, and feel death slowly."

Even though he has lost the ability to resist, the expression on Sherlock's face is still calm.

He knew that Voldemort wasn't the villain who died because of talking too much. His ultimate goal of killing himself was purely to get rid of the half of Sally's remnant soul attached to his soul.

The more painful Sherlock's death is, it is best to beg and pray bitterly before death in order to achieve the best results.

He stared into Voldemort's eyes, and could clearly feel that he was venting his emotions at this moment, his attention was still vigilant, but his state had relaxed a lot.

"Perhaps you should consider these." Sherlock's voice was low and hoarse due to lack of water, but it was enough for everyone present to hear clearly.

And at the same time as he was speaking, an ink-colored figure suddenly appeared on his shoulder.

It's like a ball of black paint has fallen on a blank drawing board, which looks extraordinarily abrupt, but it makes people feel a kind of inexplicable coordination.

"But shouldn't time be pushed back?"

The moment his words fell, the ball of black ink was completely condensed into a solid body!

The crow covered in black feathers and scarlet eyes stood on Sherlock's shoulder, looking into Voldemort's eyes!
Endless darkness filled his field of vision!

These incomparably dark and strange things were completely different from what he had been in contact with all along. In that dark night, it seemed that there were countless pairs of eyes peeping in private, staring at his every move!
But in reality, the moment Fiddlesticks and Voldemort looked at each other, in the sight of Sherlock and all the Death Eaters, his whole body seemed to lose its support and fell uncontrollably!
The chain formed by Transfiguration that was tied to Sherlock's body also changed back to its original form because of the loss of the source of magic power, and untied his shackles.

This sudden situation stunned all the other Death Eaters, but Sherlock didn't hesitate at all!

He knew very well that the only reason why Fiddlesticks could work was because Voldemort's soul was split into multiple parts, and his innate lack of resistance against it.

But such an effect can only rely on surprise, and there is not much time left for him to react.

Without using any spells, Sherlock, who has completely disregarded life and death in his heart, used the most primitive means!
The wand he was always holding turned into a long and narrow blade!

He holds it high.

It was like the last thunder that fell before the rainstorm ended!
Stab it outrageously!

(End of this chapter)