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Chapter 415 How dare you!
This fluctuation was very strange. While Voldemort felt the pressure, he also felt vaguely familiar.

What Sherlock has been hiding in his left hand is naturally the Gaunt ring.

After finding it from Gaunt's old house with Dumbledore, Sherlock did not immediately pull it into a thread to complete the stitching, but kept it until now.

Sherlock had been preparing for this moment since Draco had called him early the first day.

He was well aware of Voldemort's schemes, so he naturally prepared his backhand appropriately.

Even if the remnant soul in the ring is directly used for stitching, even if it can improve Sherlock's strength, it will definitely not be able to crush Voldemort.

But during the process of soul stitching, Sherlock will enter a wonderful state.

In that state, the increase in his soul and magic power will be maximized, and the increase in strength will increase exponentially.

It's just like the transformation time limit in Tokusho drama, Sherlock can only maintain this state for an extremely short time.

It is precisely because of this that he has only now started to use Gunter's ring.

The next moment, Sherlock was suspended in the air without the help of any magic spell.

He has experienced this wonderful state three times. It feels like, as long as he controls the space that can radiate from magic, he is the master of everything!

Voldemort's once rampant face began to darken.

With his strength, he can naturally feel Sherlock's abnormal state at this time.

Obviously he didn't pick up the wand in his hand at all, and the wands that were floating around under his control had already fallen to the ground.

But Voldemort felt threatened from all directions.

Even the air is hostile to him, an invisible force is suppressing him all the time!

He didn't sit still, and the moment he realized something was wrong, Voldemort's whole body turned into a cloud of black mist.

He rose from the ground, and while other Death Eaters and Aurors in the surrounding battlefield were transferring the battle from the sky to the ground, Voldemort chose to rise into the air.

Of course, Sherlock would not let him get out of his magical control like this.

He seemed to have become the master of gravity, and the ground could not restrain him. When Voldemort turned into a black mist and flew to the sky, Sherlock himself rose into the sky.

He didn't swing his staff or cast a spell, he just had a slight thought, and then snapped his fingers.

A silent petrification curse was cast out instantly.

Without any light beams appearing, it turned into gas, and Voldemort, who was floating in the sky, suddenly felt his body stiffen for a while.

This kind of magic that directly affected his body without warning did not cause much harm to Voldemort.

Because the black mist made his body no longer an entity, many conventional spells were ineffective on him.

But even if the impact is not great, the means used now still make Voldemort frightened.

This method of casting spells is totally unheard of for him!

Even if his strength reaches his level, he can already cast spells silently and without wands at the cost of reducing some of the power of the spell, and the cast spells can still be traced.

What the spell changes is only the method of release, the essence of the spell is still the beam of magic manifested.

Sherlock directly changed the shape of the spell, and while using magic, he could directly affect the target he wanted to affect!

Even if Voldemort was thinking about it, he couldn't think of what kind of thing would make Sherlock complete the earth-shaking changes in such a short period of time.

But what he knew was that with Sherlock's current state, he definitely had a chance to kill himself!

At the first moment when he felt his life was threatened, Voldemort's only thought was to run for his life!

Although there is a Horcrux, he is an immortal existence, but he has experienced the feeling of dying once for a long time. If he is allowed to continue that experience, Voldemort is of course 1 unwilling.

And he also knew very well what would happen if he was killed by Sherlock in such a situation.

So running away is Voldemort's wisest choice now!

It's just that Sherlock won't let him of course.

The black mist moved very fast in the sky, and Sherlock was not inferior either. He kept closing the distance between himself and Voldemort, making it impossible for him to get out of the scope of his magic control.

At the same time, after realizing that ordinary spells had little effect on Voldemort in this state, Sherlock began to change his mind.

He released a Fiercefire Curse directly from the very center of the black mist that Voldemort had turned into!

A crimson red light ignites in the center of the black mist!

And after realizing what Sherlock had done, Voldemort uttered an angry cry!

"Shameless!"

"You have the face to tell me shameless?"

The second Fiendfire ignited in Voldemort's body, he stopped his fleeing figure. At the same time, the black mist condensed, forming his figure in black robes in midair, and then pointed his wand at his body without any delay. Use the solution spell without hesitation.

Sherlock naturally didn't give up such a good opportunity, he snapped his fingers again without hesitation!
Countless invisible sharp blades formed in the air, and in an instant, they crossed the shackles of space, and were about to slash down on Voldemort's body!

Voldemort's noseless face was full of ferocity.

But Sherlock's sharp edge was blocked by a transparent mask in front of him. Although the spell had affected his Iron Armor Curse, both Sherlock and Voldemort could feel it. The spell used by Locke is obviously much weaker than before!
"Your state is temporary!"

Voldemort's voice was wild and excited again.

After giving himself enough time, he finally found out what was wrong with Sherlock!
Sherlock himself felt that the feeling of omnipotence in his body was fading, he frowned slightly, and then without the slightest hesitation, instead of running after Voldemort, he turned around and fell to the ground.

The form was reversed in an instant.

Voldemort certainly wouldn't let go of this opportunity after realizing that Sherlock had ended that state of terror.

He immediately changed from the fleeing side to the chasing side, and Sherlock once again started to flee left and right on the ground in a panic.

It's just that the target of his action seems to be very chaotic, but in fact, he is getting closer and closer to a big snake that is biting the Auror!
And just outside of the Sherlock and Voldemort chase, there are a few distinctly special places.

The battle between the two witches, Bella and Silk, was inconspicuous on this large-scale battlefield, but it was extremely dangerous.

As Voldemort's number one loyal servant, Bella seems to only be able to use the three spells of the Unforgivable Curse.

And what she released on Silk was the death curse!

This kind of death-in-the-middle spell does not have any magic-level solution except for evading it with real objects, but Silk can always guess it accurately the second before Bella's spell is used, like a prophet. The direction she was aiming.

Then the body naturally evades in the opposite position, and then fights back.

"I seem to recognize who you are!" Bella barely avoided a stun spell from Silk, but her wavy black hair was not so lucky to avoid it, and a large part of it was burned by the spell.

She didn't pay any attention to it, but said excitedly in that shrill voice.

"Eddie Butler! That's your father, isn't it? It was reported in the Daily Prophet the day after I killed him that he still has a daughter left behind. I've seen your childhood photos!"

Silk had no expression on her face, she didn't have any intention of responding to Bella's words, she just raised the wand in her hand and recited the spell.

"Shen Feng has no shadow."

The spell invented by Snape was naturally taught to her by Sherlock, and of course the founder himself would not have any objections to it.

The invisible sharp blade collided fiercely with the Iron Armor Curse that Bella had just cast in front of her. After Silk's spell shattered the Iron Armor Curse, it could no longer cause more damage to her.

"You hate me, little girl, after all your father died in my hands like that!"

Bella's sharp laughter sounded, but Silk was not affected by her at all. Before she raised her wand and used the Killing Curse, she had already sensed the position where the spell was released, and then had enough time to react and dodge.

The feeling of not hitting a spell from the beginning to the end was terrible, which made Bella's mood not as good as she showed.

That's why she kept provoking Silk with some words, trying to change her mentality, so as to find some loopholes.

But Silk didn't give any response to her words from the beginning to the end. The only sound that came out was the sound of spells.

"Thunderbolt explosion."

The timing she seized this time was very ingenious, it happened to be the time when Bella had just emptied the Death Curse, and she sarcastically did not put any protection on herself at the same time.

The range damage of the Explosive Curse had a very impressive effect.

Bella tried her best to dodge to one side, but she was still affected by the aftermath. The black robe on her body was torn to pieces, and her face was covered with dust, making her look extraordinarily embarrassed.

Now she can no longer laugh, and her face has become extremely gloomy, but before she can look at Silk with that venomous gaze, the next spell seems to have guessed the position of her dodge in advance, exploding When the mantra sounded, it also blocked the voice of Silk chanting the mantra, so that Bella did not have the slightest warning in advance!
The bright red spell directly hit Bella's body!

In the next second, her whole body was completely petrified on the spot. Except for the facial features above the neck, all other parts of her body could not move!
"Do you dare to kill me! Kill me!"

Bella's crazy hysterical cry seemed to be able to pierce a person's eardrum.

But Silk didn't even look at her after confirming that his spell hit.

She lowered her wand, a beautiful smile on a face that seldom showed strong emotions.

"You've all said that my senses have always been accurate."

Not far from Bella and Silk, Lucius was holding the wand tightly in his hand, but he didn't have any intention of using a spell.

"Where is my son!"

He stared at Lupine who was less than three meters away in front of him, almost shouting the question out.

Lupine calmly looked at this wizard who was usually the most pampered and always called himself a nobleman among wizards, and he could clearly see that he actually had no desire to fight.

"He is safe and well and is now having afternoon tea with the little girl under the care of the elf."

Hearing Draco's message, Lucius' face calmed down a little, but he still asked through gritted teeth.

"What did you do to him?"

"We didn't do anything to him, but you, Lucius," said Lupine. "Have you ever really known your son?"

"He's my son! Of course I know him better than anyone else!"

"Do you really understand him, or do you just impose what you think you understand on him?"

Lupine's words completely silenced Lucius.

He just stood there, looking out of place with the surrounding scene where spells were flying all over the sky.

Lupine is also happy to see this. He has a different mentality from Sirius. Humans are complex creatures, and some people cannot be defined simply by good or bad.

And at the same time that various situations on the battlefield are changing rapidly.

Sherlock has also come to the big snake named Nagini.

It was fighting with Tonks, and its thick snake skin helped it resist the effects of most of the spells. When Sherlock came to it, it also quickly changed the target of its prey and opened its eyes to Sherlock. Big mouth, as if wanting to help his master.

Seeing it rushing over, in the eyes of Voldemort, Sherlock was uncharacteristically not dodging or evading, just one step ahead of Nagini, reaching out and touching the surface of its scales!

A wave that was exactly the same as what just appeared on Sherlock radiated from him again!
Nagini's whole snake was stunned on the spot as if its soul had been sucked out!

Looking at the situation in front of him, and that familiar aura again, if Voldemort can no longer guess what Sherlock has used to improve his strength so much in such a short period of time, then he can completely put his head Take it off and kick it!
"How dare you! You use my soul!"

The shock and anger on Voldemort's face was not feigned. He really never imagined that his Horcrux would become a tonic for others to improve their strength!

How many Horcruxes has Sherlock "eaten" now?
Is the Nagini just now the last one?
No one could tell Voldemort the answer.

Besides, he doesn't need to know the answer anymore, because right away he can use his own life to verify whether his Horcrux has been completely cleaned up or not!
(End of this chapter)