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416 Voldemort's Death

After Shylock fused the remnant soul on Nagini this time, the movement that occurred almost attracted the attention of everyone on the battlefield.

Because the fluctuation of that kind of magic power is too strong, and Sherlock's control field has further increased, this time it can be said that the scope has doubled, covering most of the battlefield.

While Voldemort felt that his lungs were about to explode, he also became extremely vigilant.

He has no way of knowing how much of his Horcrux has been "eaten" by the robber in front of him, but on this issue of his life, Voldemort, who is so afraid of death, would never take himself The only life to make a bet.

After feeling that Sherlock's current state had returned to before, even stronger than before, he turned his head and ran away without hesitation!
But this time, the scope of Sherlock's control over magic has expanded countless times.

Sherlock stretched out his right hand just as Voldemort was about to run away.

The slender five fingers spread out, and then lightly gripped the air, Voldemort's body that had turned into black mist was suddenly squeezed by an inexplicable force!

Then, his magic was forcibly terminated!

A humanoid Voldemort, without a nose or hair, was forced to condense into shape from the black mist.

This scene happened in the middle of the battlefield, and was watched by many people.

Voldemort seemed to have completely lost his ability to move, completely under Sherlock's control!
Voldemort, who had lost all ability to resist, looked extremely gloomy. Not only was he unable to use magic at this time, but even his own body seemed to be completely deprived of control, and he had no way to follow his thoughts.

After seeing the situation in front of them, the expressions of almost every Death Eater changed.

Everyone is very clear that the following battles will not affect the final victory or defeat. In fact, who will have the final say in the wizarding world in the future depends on the duel between Sherlock and Voldemort at the center of the battlefield.

And now the showdown has clearly come to an end.

Those Death Eaters whose loyalty to Voldemort was not firm and wavering all the time did not hesitate at all. They made a decisive decision not to entangle with the Aurors or members of the Order of the Phoenix in front of them, turned around and fled!
In addition, the rest of Voldemort's loyalists did not hesitate to take care of their enemies. Instead, they raised their wands at Sherlock, released the spell, and wanted to get their master from Xia Locke. Saved from Locke's control.

But their efforts were in vain.

Those spells didn't even fly within one meter of Sherlock, and they were all erased by a unique magic power, as if they had never been used by anyone.

The Death Eaters who chose to escape also found in despair that at some point, the battlefield was surrounded by a circle of crimson flames, which could not be extinguished with any spells, and the ground became an impassable restricted area.

There are still a few people who keep their broomsticks and want to break out from the sky, but the old man who has become the greatest white wizard of the [-]th century is guarding the sky. Any wizard who rises from the ground on a broomstick will become a The target of his spell.

Obviously, this block on the ground is also his work.

Since he completely believed in Sherlock and handed over Voldemort's full power to him, Dumbledore did not do nothing in this war.

Under his guard, no one present could escape from this blockade.

Voldemort was now hopeless.

He has almost never been cornered like this.

Even the death that was counter-killed by Harry Potter, strictly speaking, he was actually killed by the rebound of his own Killing Curse, and now he is almost captured alive by Sherlock, and he has completed the whole process in terms of strength. Aspects of crushing.

But it was because of capturing this alive that it left Voldemort with a glimmer of hope.

He could clearly judge that if all of his horcruxes had been destroyed by Sherlock, there was a high probability that he would not give himself a life.

Voldemort was very self-aware of himself.

Unlike his predecessor, the charismatic Grindelwald, who was widely circulated in the outside world, his image in the magic world has always been that of a powerful lunatic.

To deal with this kind of character, it is safest to send him to die.

But now Sherlock did not choose such a straightforward method, so that Voldemort already had a judgment in his mind.

Most likely, not all of his Horcruxes have been destroyed!
Even if he didn't want to gamble with his own life, if he was caught, he would die, and now he might live after death. With these two options, Voldemort still knew how he should choose.

He looked at Sherlock with resentment and hatred in his eyes.

"It won't end like this, Sherlock Forrest, everything you do now will pay a price in the future! I won't let you defeat me so easily, let alone you are using my power! "

Sherlock didn't have the slightest intention to answer Voldemort's harsh words.

He is increasing his physical intervention on the Dark Lord, trying to completely strip his soul and body from the magical level, and then achieve the effect of imprisonment.

But unlike what he thought before, Voldemort's body can be said to be the original match of the soul, and there is no trace of acquired boarding at all, even if Sherlock can control all the magic power and matter under his control , There is no way to forcibly separate a complete body and spirit.

"Mark my words! I'm not leaving! No one can kill me! When I come back next time, you will all be accounted for!"

Voldemort finished his last words with a roar, and then his body exploded!

Sherlock could clearly feel the omnipotent power slowly fading from his body, but before Voldemort chose to commit suicide, he forced a magic power of his own into his soul.

Blood and flesh floated from the sky, soaking a piece of land on the ground.

The entire battlefield fell silent.

Not only those diehard Death Eaters who witnessed the death of their master dully with their own eyes, even the Aurors and members of the Order of the Phoenix stared at the pile of broken meat on the ground with wide eyes in disbelief.

Sherlock had fallen back to the ground.

He stared at the bloody water and pieces of meat not far from him, and a sense of unreality rose in his heart.

The most powerful Dark Lord in the entire story, is he really killed by him now?

Soon his self-doubt was answered.

Beside him, whether it was the Aurors who could still stand or could only lie on the ground, and members of the Order of the Phoenix, there was a burst of cheers that broke through the sky!
(End of this chapter)