Chapter 347 Voldemort! You Are Nothing!!!

Dumbledore, along with Scrimgeour, Fudge and the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic, used Apparition to reach the cemetery on the hillside.

No one is here anymore, and the anti-Apparition magic was revoked when Sherlock escaped.

In the dark night, except for the huge crucible, there was no living life.

Fudge's body was shaking subconsciously as Dumbledore grabbed his arm.

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

"Ah, Albus... If 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... You If you really want those powers, I can be your puppet... so that you can control the magic world more safely behind the scenes!"

His words did not change the expression on Dumbledore's face at all, but Scrimgeour looked at Fudge with disgust.

During his tenure as the Director of the Auror Office, this old Auror experienced no less than three Ministers of Magic, and the most despicable, weak and incompetent one was the one in front of him.

He is not even as strong as his predecessor, the female minister.

Dumbledore frowned, and he gently raised the Elder Wand in his hand, as if he didn't even hear Fudge's words, and just whispered the spell.

"Trace appears."

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

This spell can detect the movements of the person you want to find, but it will not have any effect if the person disappears through space magic such as Apparition or Portkey.

And now, the golden vortex has guided Sherlock's location.

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

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

Then a dozen Aurors used broomsticks to take off, explore the situation below from the sky, and move forward in the direction guided by the vortex.

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

Even at this stupid moment, Fudge could see that Dumbledore's grand scene tonight was not aimed at him.

Half forced, half voluntarily, he moved forward together until he entered the woods where Sherlock was surrounded by Death Eaters.

The Aurors flying in the air were the first to notice the situation.

The Death Eaters in the woods had no hiding place at all, and they never thought that anyone else would find this place tonight.

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

In front of all of them, it seemed like something major had happened to the Death Eaters!

The villains wearing iron masks were shouting something in terror, and then everyone was running in one direction, casting spells!

Dumbledore, Scrimgeour, Fudge, and nearly a hundred Aurors present also saw the reason why they were so panicked.

Under the pale moonlight, a boy in ragged clothes and stained with blood was holding a sharp blade high, aiming at the monster on the ground that was neither human nor ghost!

That determined gaze could not hide the ferocity and violence, and the roar that resounded throughout the entire mountain forest, together with the blade, cut through the silent air!

"Voldemort! You're a piece of shit!!!"

The sound of the sharp blade penetrating flesh and blood was so clear that it seemed to be ringing in the ears of the Aurors, and the title that the entire magical world did not dare to say clearly seemed so natural in the young man's curse!

"puff!"

Even demons bleed, and the blood is bright red.

Voldemort, who had woken up from his brief trance, looked at Sherlock's face so close to him in disbelief.

The blade he held in his hand was clearly stuck in his chest.

The severe pain that he had not experienced for who knows how many years spread throughout his body in an instant!

The Aurors, Scrimgeour and Fudge who saw this scene were all stunned.

They still didn't know who the man lying on the ground with his chest was stabbed, but the scene at this time was enough for them to know that the young man holding the knife in the moonlight seemed to have done something extraordinary!

The Death Eater who reacted first waved his wand in fear, releasing countless spells and shooting them at Sherlock's back.

But those colorful spells, including the killing curse, the coma curse, the petrification curse, the disarming curse, etc., were all blocked by a hedge rising suddenly from the ground.

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

And Voldemort's furious voice suddenly exploded along with a large area of ​​black mist!

"how dare you!"

Under Sherlock's blade, the demon's body was gone, and countless black mist surrounded the woods!

The expression on Dumbledore's face was extremely serious. He raised the wand in his hand. All the trees in the woods were like soldiers who had received orders. In the absence of wind, the leaves "rustled".

This is the prelude to a vast transformation.

Those green branches and leaves in early summer stretched out like snakes, turning into vines that spread in all directions along the branches, trying to block the black fog that permeated the entire forest.

But no matter how dense the vines were, they could not resist the gas state.

This black fog had no intention of confronting Dumbledore at all. The mist rose, and in a flash, all the darkness disappeared without a trace in the forest!

Those Death Eaters who were still terrified of Sherlock's performance just now also reacted at this moment. After their master escaped, they did not hesitate at all and rode on their flying brooms again, trying to escape from this forest.

The Aurors finally came back to their senses from the scene that was enough to make them unforgettable. 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 on the ground helplessly, the wand in his hand had already returned to its original form, only the bloodstains sliding down the wand body could still show what kind of feat it had just accomplished.

Opening his eyes with difficulty, Sherlock looked at Dumbledore who was approaching him, and at this time he actually showed a bright smile on his face.

"What a pity, professor, I originally wanted to kill him once and leave him an unforgettable memory."

Dumbledore's voice was as gentle as when they were chatting in the principal's office.

"What you have left for him now is enough to make everyone who sees this scene unforgettable for the rest of their lives."

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