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Dumbledore was obviously surprised when he heard what Silk said.

"Vera, I think Sherlock doesn't really want you to get involved in these things."

"I know he doesn't want to." Hilke's voice was insistent, "But I can go there this time, not to help him, but for my own father."

Dumbledore naturally knew what kind of talents and abilities Silk had. He asked softly with a twinkling look in his eyes.

"What did you see?"

When facing Dumbledore, Silk didn't hide anything. She took a deep breath and then spoke calmly.

"I saw my chance to take revenge with my own hands."

Dumbledore was silent for a moment, as if he was thinking and hesitating about what Silk said, and finally nodded.

"Okay, but we need to go a little faster. Next we have to go to No. 12 Grimmauld Place, and then go back to the Ministry of Magic before we can find Sherlock.

It was naturally up to Dumbledore to decide how to arrange the specific actions, and Silk left Hogwarts with him.

...

Tom Riddle or Voldemort, he has to be strong in his life.

After leaving the Borgin Bock store in Diagon Alley, he traveled abroad for many years. While Voldemort's reputation began to spread throughout the wizarding world, he also established that he was already the most powerful person in the wizarding world at that time. A powerful wizard, not even Dumbledore could match his firm confidence.

And all his existing iron-fisted rule was established based on this foundation.

Therefore, when encountering people who may threaten his absolute strength and status, Voldemort usually chooses to fight alone.

Sherlock also gave Voldemort a reason to defeat and kill him because of the existence of his dead mother Sally's soul.

The Death Eaters, whether flying in the sky or already on the ground, all pointed their wands at Sherlock, but they did nothing more and just surrounded the orphanage. , to prevent Sherlock from escaping.

Black mist filled the air around Voldemort. He pinched the end of the wand with five fingers. The black mist seemed to be an enlargement of his figure, gathering together with the wand he was waving!

There was no sound of incantation, it seemed like it was just the condensation of pure magic power, and a dazzling dark green beam of light shot out from the tip of his staff like lightning!

Sherlock did not dodge this, and he also wanted to test how big the gap between himself and Voldemort was.

He held out his wand hand, and behind him hundreds of wands danced in unison with his hand.

A blood-like crimson light lit up at the tip of each wand, and then all the light was connected to the wand in Sherlock's hand!

The blood-red beam and the dark green beam collided fiercely in mid-air!

At the intersection of red and green, two huge forces of magic are facing each other.

This kind of confrontation in the most primitive state of magic is not as fancy as using magic spells and transformations, but it can more directly determine which of the two parties is stronger and weaker.

The Death Eaters who were watching all held their breath. Even in the past six months, the wizarding world had spread rumors that the mysterious man was defeated by Sherlock, but they never lost confidence in their master, because everyone who really saw it with their own eyes Anyone who has been to the last battle knows this well.

Sherlock didn't have the strength to defeat their master head-on. The last situation was just because he was too cunning and carried out a sneak attack.

In such a confrontation, and with Voldemort already prepared in advance, his sneak attack method would definitely not be effective.

The truth is exactly what everyone here thinks.

After being evenly matched at the beginning of the contact, Sherlock obviously fell into a decline. The dark green beam was like a giant snake with its mouth open, constantly devouring the red light!

Soon, almost only the green light was flashing in the scene. The light seemed to illuminate half of the sky. The dazzling light made everyone close their eyes subconsciously.

When they opened their eyes again, their figures had disappeared from where they were originally standing.

Sherlock was obviously a little embarrassed. When he realized that he was about to lose his support, he reacted very quickly and set up a stone wall in front of him made by the transformation technique.

Taking advantage of the moment blocked by the stone wall, he dodged to one side and barely escaped the dark green beam of light.

But he managed to avoid it, but the robe on his body was scratched by the aftermath of the beam, and the hem was in tatters, as if it had been corroded by sulfuric acid.

Nearly a quarter of the hundreds of wands that were originally floating on his body failed to escape the erosion of magic power and had turned into floating ashes on the ground.

"Is this the only level? The successor to Dumbledore who everyone has high hopes for?"

As Voldemort's sarcastic laughter came over, a layer of black mist filled Sherlock's side at some point.

The black mist seemed to come alive, as turbulent as the waves on the sea, sucking his whole body into it.

Compared with the newly resurrected Voldemort half a year ago, he is undoubtedly more powerful now.

While Sherlock is improving, Voldemort himself is recovering his power faster, and now is his true peak.

So even if he faced Voldemort again now, he wouldn't be in the same difficult situation as before, but he would still be in a situation of being beaten.

However, even in this situation that seemed extremely unfavorable to Sherlock, there was still not much nervousness or panic on his face. Instead, he put the hand that was not holding the wand into the pocket of his robe and touched a wand. An ancient ring set with black stones!

At this time, there was a sudden commotion around.

...

Kingsley did not return to the Order of the Phoenix early.

After he obtained Sherlock's location at the Ministry of Magic and six abnormal apparation waves, he immediately asked Tonks to pass the news to Moody and others who were guarding there.

But soon, the Department of Magical Transport within the Ministry of Magic, which has been supervising the entire British territory, issued a warning. Above a certain small town in England, a large number of wizards gathered on broomsticks, and many Muggles had noticed it. .

Now the British government has contacted the Ministry of Magic through secret channels, asking whether wizards are holding any large-scale activities and why it was not reported to the Muggle government before.

It was at this time that Kingsley realized that something big was going on.

The current situation was obviously a sign of the Death Eaters coming out in force, and it was the most dangerous situation they had ever imagined.

But at this time, the Minister of Magic, Scrimgeour, did not stay at the Ministry of Magic. He went out in a hurry for a while, and then returned soon to take charge of the overall situation.

As the director of the Auror Office before becoming the Minister, Scrimgeour had absolute authority in the entire Auror team.

Even Kingsley and the Aurors from the Order of the Phoenix, who had already surrendered to Dumbledore, still had enough respect for this lion-like leader.

They all knew that even if Scrimgeour would disagree with Dumbledore on certain issues, he would always lead the Aurors on the front line against Voldemort's rule.

After Scrimgeour returned to the Ministry of Magic, he immediately found Kingsley.

"You organize this operation and take all the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic to fight with Dumbledore. I want to meet the Muggle Prime Minister first."

Kingsley was not surprised by this. Since the last private conversation between Sherlock and Scrimgeour, Scrimgeour has not had any involvement in the affairs of the Order of the Phoenix and the problems of Harry Potter. , the two parties have always maintained the policy of seeking common ground while reserving differences.

Now, the only person with the most ability, qualifications and real power in the Auror Command is Kingsley. With Scrimgeour going to negotiate with the Muggle Prime Minister, the only person suitable to lead the team and cooperate with the Order of the Phoenix is ​​also the only one. he.

Kingsley didn't waste too much time. After confirming the command with Scrimgeour, he immediately summoned all the Aurors working in the Ministry of Magic. After getting in touch with Dumbledore, he directly used the Ministry's aircraft. The road network line directly reached the location closest to Sherlock.

This is also where Aurors and members of the Order of the Phoenix meet.

When Kingsley brought people over, he was surprised to find that Dumbledore had already brought people here waiting for him.

"Sir, aren't you going to go there first? Can Sherlock handle it alone?"

Kingsley asked in a low voice, avoiding the others.

Dumbledore's expression was very calm. He did not answer Kingsley's question directly. Not only was there no tension on his face, he even showed a smile.

"We have our mission. If you don't mind, everyone here will follow my command, okay?"

Although Kingsley was a little confused about this, he certainly had no objection at all.

In this way, Dumbledore took over the command of what was almost the largest armed organization in the wizarding world, including Aurors and members of the Order of the Phoenix.

Everyone rode on the broomsticks they carried, with Kingsley leading the way, and flew majestically toward the orphanage where the Death Eaters surrounded Sherlock and the others.

The location of their original round was not far from the orphanage. After flying for about ten minutes, they could already see an encirclement forming in mid-air, with a group of Death Eaters also riding broomsticks.

After arriving at the designated location, Dumbledore did not hesitate and gave everyone the order to attack!

So a war between wizards broke out.

The actions of the Aurors and Order members were not concealed. When they saw the Death Eaters, the Death Eaters also discovered them.

Voldemort was still suppressing Sherlock underground and beating him. No one gave them orders, and they knew exactly what they were going to do.

I don’t know who from which side cast the first spell, but the next second later, green and red spells, like children’s graffiti, filled the entire sky!

The wizards rode up and down in the air on their broomsticks, waving their wands constantly, chanting spells, and shooting them in the direction of the enemies they identified.

In the first moment of contact between the two parties, more than a dozen wizards were cursed and fell off their broomsticks, including people from the Death Eaters, the Order of the Phoenix, and the Aurors.

At such a height, even if the death curse is not used, there is a huge risk of death if it falls to the ground. No one on either side has any chance to hold back.

The battle soon moved from the sky to the ground. Most people on both sides gave up their broomsticks, which made the battle more intense, but the casualties were far less severe than at the beginning.

Silk did not join the fight immediately.

Dumbledore didn't have any special care for her. Since she had her own ideas, let her do what she wanted to do.

After the first wave of confrontation in the sky ended, Silk relied on his senses to avoid the various spells flying in the air, looking around, and finally set his sights on a witch with wavy black hair.

Silk stared at the witch. She had never forgotten that face.

After Eddie's death, this face appeared in the Daily Prophet the next day. In the photo, she was smiling crazily, as if the happiest thing for her was to use a spell to harvest the Aurors. life.

Hilke didn't make a sound. She watched Bella tighten the wand in her hand.

Bella, who was fighting with two Aurors, also noticed her gaze and turned to look at her.

There was no verbal communication between the two, and Silke's eyes said everything.

The next moment, the wands held in the hands of the two witches were waved at the same time, and the enemies who had not met for more than ten years began to settle their past grievances.

At the beginning of the battle between the Death Eaters and the Aurors, Voldemort had already noticed Dumbledore's arrival.

He temporarily stopped what he was doing and stared at Sherlock with his snake-like eyes.

"Is this why you are so confident? Do you think everything will be fine if you join forces with Dumbledore and find Shuyuan www.zhaｏshuyuan.com?"

Sherlock was breathing heavily. He had always been at a disadvantage in the battle just now. Although he was not as embarrassed as he was half a year ago, it was still not easy.

"If this was really our plan, Dumbledore would have been here long ago, instead of the men who are arresting you."

Voldemort didn't come and felt something was wrong.

He stared closely at Sherlock's left hand, which had been in his pocket just now, and said coldly.

"Oh? Then I really want to know what you rely on now, Sherlock."

"As a villain like you, it's not a good thing to be so curious. However, it's come to this point, and since you want to know so much, I don't plan to hide it anymore."

While speaking, Sherlock's left hand that had been holding the ring slightly increased its strength.

The next second, a different kind of wave spread from the depths of his soul!