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Chapter 348 Voldemort!What the fuck are you! ! !
Dumbledore took Scrimgeour, Fudge, and the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic together, and used Apparition to arrive at the cemetery on the hillside.

There was no one there anymore, and the anti-apparition magic had been revoked as Sherlock fled.

In the dark night, apart from that huge crucible, there was no living life.

Fudge was grabbed by Dumbledore's arm, his body trembling subconsciously.

He was afraid, afraid that in this place, this old man who had always shown his kindness and kindness to others, but who was completely different today, showed his hidden fangs and would directly kill him in this dark and stormy time of the month.

"Ah, Albus. You really have something to discuss with me. There is no need to go to this point. I just want to be a minister safely. If you really want those powers, I can be your puppet. This , so that you can control the magic world more safely behind the scenes!"

His words didn't change the expression on Dumbledore's face, but Scrimgeour looked at Fudge in disgust.

During his tenure as the head of the Auror Office, the old Auror had experienced no less than three ministers of magic, and the most disgusting, weak and incompetent one was the one in front of him.

He wasn't even as strong as his predecessor's female minister.

Dumbledore frowned, and he gently raised the old wand in his hand, as if he didn't hear Fudge's words at all, and just whispered the spell.

"Traces appear."

A golden vortex appeared in front of him, and one end of the vortex floated indistinctly, pointing out the direction for them.

This spell can detect the activities of the person you want to find, but if the person disappears through space magic such as apparition or door keys, it will have no effect.

And now, that golden vortex has pointed out Sherlock's position.

"Let your men pay attention," Dumbledore said to Scrimgeour.

Scrimgeour turned immediately and held out a hand to the Aurors standing behind them.

Afterwards, a dozen Aurors lifted off on broomsticks, explored the situation below from the sky, and headed in the direction indicated by the vortex.

Their speed was not slow, and Dumbledore and Scrimgeour were still leading the way on land.

Even in his stupidity, Fudge could see at this moment that Dumbledore's grandiose scene tonight was not aimed at him.

He moved forward, half forced, half voluntary, until he entered the woods where Sherlock was surrounded by Death Eaters.

The flying Aurors were the first to notice the situation.

The Death Eaters in the woods had nothing to hide at all, and it never occurred to them that someone else would find this place tonight.

And just when Scrimgeour was about to give the order to put the Aurors on alert.

In front of all of them, it seemed that some major accident happened to the Death Eaters!

Those villains wearing iron masks yelled something in horror, and then everyone ran in one direction, casting spells!

Dumbledore, Scrimgeour, Fudge, and nearly a hundred Aurors at the scene also all saw the scene of their panic.

Under the faint moonlight, the ragged and blood-stained boy was holding up a sharp knife, aiming at the monster that was neither human nor ghost on the ground!

That resolute gaze couldn't hide the ferocity and tyranny, the roar that resounded through the entire forest, together with the blade, cut across the silent air!

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The sound of the sharp blade penetrating into the flesh and blood was so clear, as if it was ringing in the ears of the Aurors, and the title that made the entire magic world dare not say it outright, but it seemed so natural in the young man's scolding!

"puff!"

Even the devil can bleed, and the blood is bright red.

Voldemort, who had woken up from a brief absence, looked at Sherlock's face in disbelief.

The blade in his hand was pierced into his chest brightly at this moment.

That kind of severe pain, which he hadn't experienced for many years, spread throughout his whole body in an instant!
The Aurors, Scrimgeour and Fudge who saw this scene were all stunned.

They still don't know who the man lying on the ground with his chest pierced is, but the scene at this moment is enough for them to know that the boy holding the knife in the moonlight seems to have done something extraordinary!
The Death Eater who reacted first waved his wand in horror, releasing countless spells and shooting them at Sherlock's back.

But those colorful spells, including Killing Curse, Stunning Curse, Petrification Curse, Disarming Curse, etc., were all blocked by a hedge that rose suddenly from the ground.

Dumbledore tapped his wand to help Sherlock block these deadly spells.

And the sound of Voldemort's rage, accompanied by a large black mist suddenly exploded!

"how dare you!"

Under Sherlock's blade, the devil's body was no longer there, and countless black mist surrounded the forest!
The expression on Dumbledore's face was extremely serious. He raised the wand in his hand. All the trees in the forest were like soldiers who had received orders. When there was no wind, the leaves "rustled".

This is the prelude to a great transformation.

Those emerald green branches and leaves in early summer stretched like swimming snakes, and turned into vines spreading along the branches in all directions, trying to seal the black mist that permeated the entire forest.

But no matter how dense the vines are, there is no way to resist the gaseous state.

This black mist did not have any intention of confronting Dumbledore at all, the mist rose, and in an instant, all the darkness disappeared in the woods without a trace!

Those Death Eaters who were still terrified of Sherlock's performance just now also reacted at this moment. After their master escaped, they didn't hesitate at all, and they all got on their broomsticks again, trying to escape from the forest. escape.

The Aurors finally came to their senses from the scene they would never forget. Under the leadership of Scrimgeour, they began to chase and intercept the fleeing Death Eaters.

At this time, Dumbledore walked to Sherlock's side.

Sherlock knelt down powerlessly on the ground, the wand in his hand had long since returned to its original form, only the bloodstains on the wand that had slid down could tell what kind of feat it had just accomplished.

Opening his eyes with difficulty, Sherlock looked at Dumbledore who was approaching him, with a bright smile on his face at this moment.

"It's a pity, professor, I originally wanted to kill him once, to leave him an unforgettable memory."

Dumbledore's voice was as gentle as it had been when they were chatting in the Headmaster's office.

"What you leave him now is enough to make everyone who watched this scene unforgettable for a lifetime."

(End of this chapter)