Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

The Death Eaters who were shouting excitedly changed their faces and wanted to teleport away immediately, but they were forced to bend their backs by the strong pressure.

They stopped where they were and dared not move, let alone teleport in such a situation.

Then they were captured one by one by the purple witch police.

Rodosoff and Bella knew who the visitors were. They were indeed a couple and both were ruthless. They continued to teleport despite their efforts.

After each of them left a small part of their body and a large amount of blood on the spot, they disappeared on the river.

These two people were indeed wise, because the next moment, purple rainbow swords fell, like a divine punishment, nailing those Death Eaters who surrendered to death on the spot, and even knocking out their pearly white souls.

These souls endured the ruthless baptism of the exploding thunder, and then they were annihilated one by one in a burst of howling.

The witch police who detained them were all stunned by the fierce magic. They looked up in disbelief and looked at the leader who slowly emerged in the sky.

In the sky, Shaw, who was wearing a purple and black hunting suit, had a gloomy face.

He put on a purple cloak made of lightning behind him, and the magic wand in his hand pulled countless dense lightning. The blazing purple light was reflected on Shaw's cold face, like a living Thor.

This was the first time he carried out ruthless killing in front of people.

But looking at the desolate bridge and the red river water in front of him, looking at the people struggling in the water and the floating corpses and limbs, his stable state of mind could not help but tremble.

Then, Shaw shook the magic wand above his head.

Countless purple lights descended, covering the broken walls and the broken Brockdale Bridge, including the nearby river surface.

Then, the broken bridge deck that fell into the river, the pedestrians struggling in the water, and the vehicles floated out of the water.

It was as if time was going back and began to quickly recover to its previous state.

After those ordinary people returned to the bridge deck, those who were drowning woke up, those who were injured recovered, and even their clothes began to evaporate.

However, those who had died could never wake up again.

"Ah, it's hard to believe! Could it be that the gods sent down a disaster to punish my sins?"

"Oh God, did I fall into hell first and then return to heaven?"

"I must not have woken up yet,"

"Dad, wake up, don't die."

"Woo, mom, I'm afraid..."

The Muggles were amazed, sad, crying, and shouting, all of them could not accept the magical experience and the separation of life and death just now.

Among them, Hunter's face was pale, holding his dead girlfriend in his arms. He looked up and looked at the souls of the Death Eaters who were still wailing in the purple giant sword, and his dead eyes burst into a monstrous hatred.

After witnessing the miraculous large-scale recovery magic, the wizards looked at the leader who was like a god, their eyes full of awe!

It turns out that the benevolent leader also has a decisive side!

A large number of Muggle police arrived at both ends of the bridge, but due to the chaos on the bridge, countless people ran to both sides, so those police could not squeeze in for a while.

In the distance, several armed helicopters were also flying towards this side, but after flying to the purple light range of the Thames, they rotated in place like a ghost wall.

And the Ministry of Magic staff in charge of disaster affairs also teleported here.

Although Shaw's eyes returned to calm, he still had a bit of coldness, and he ordered his subordinates.

"The wizard police will fully assist the Disaster Department in the aftermath, and do their best to erase the memories of the Muggles. Inform the Prime Minister and ask him to help cover it up."

The staff of the Disaster Department raised their wands, and rushed towards the Muggles with "Oblivion". The purple wizard army helped to control the chaos.

Although Voldemort's disruptive behavior was harmless to the British wizarding world, it seriously disrupted Shaw's layout of the Muggles and exposed the wizarding world on a large scale in advance.

Although Shaw wanted to break the Statute of Secrecy, he was not so rude.

He thought about it. Logically, Voldemort could not recruit Death Eaters except for a few diehards, but more than 20 Death Eaters appeared today.

It seems that the Twin Snakes are behind this.

Shaw glanced at the orderly aftermath scene, then turned around and disappeared on the spot.

The next moment, he came to the grass in front of Riddle's house, ready to teach Voldemort, the rat, a profound lesson.

The Riddle Mansion in front of him was already in flames, with countless fire phoenixes flying over the ruins.

Dumbledore, who came first, was like an angry lion, with his white beard flying.

He pointed his old wand at the black mist that was moving away quickly.

"Tom, don't run!"

Shaw also angrily sent out a magnificent lightning, which quickly shot towards the fleeing Voldemort, and exploded in the black mist.Blast out the monster-like Voldemort hidden in it.

But this can't stop a legend who is determined to escape. Voldemort's twisted snake face turned back and looked fiercely at Shaw and Dumbledore. After flying out of the chaotic magic area, he disappeared in an instant.

Dumbledore's ravine-like wrinkles deepened. He sighed, waved his wand, and extinguished the flying phoenixes.

Shaw came to him, pondered for a few seconds and suggested.

"Principal, Voldemort looks like this. He should not have split the Horcrux again. It's better to make a plan in advance and send Harry out to lure him."

Dumbledore looked at Shaw with a cold expression and shook his head.

"I know you pity those sacrificed people, but Harry is also your friend. We can't do this. Let's act according to the plan. That way, we can be sure to kill Voldemort completely!"

"Okay, I will let the Ministry of Magic monitor all corners of Britain more closely."

Shaw narrowed his eyes slightly and didn't refute much.

The old bee's words, which seemed to be out of consideration for friendship, were actually more ruthless than his.

Under the premise of perfectly destroying Voldemort, a large number of ordinary people would be killed or injured, or Harry might be sacrificed. There was actually no difference between the two.

Shaw and Dumbledore looked at the ruined Riddle House, and no one spoke for a long time.

The sinful surname Riddle has really become a thing of the past.

Whether it was Tom Gaunt or Voldemort, neither of them had the meaning of father in their surnames.

Shaw shook his head and prepared to go back to Asgard for retreat. Wouldn't the twin snakes do so many things just to distract him?

The legendary arena is the most important thing at the moment.

Dumbledore suddenly asked.

"Where is Tom? I haven't heard from him for a long time."

In Dumbledore's mouth, whether it was Tom Gaunt or Voldemort, they all called him Tom.

Shaw knew who the old bee was asking about, and he was actually quite confused.

Since I sent Tom an investigation into the relationship between the Church and Helbo more than a month ago, there has been no response, but the soul connection between him and him has not been interrupted.

Knowing Tom's personality well is also a manifestation of trust. As long as he knows that he is safe, Xiao Er does not ask too many questions.