Infinite Heroes Seat

　　 It seemed that Hermione's wish had been answered. A stone under Mo Wen's feet suddenly changed shape, and then turned into a knight and stood in front of Mo Wen.

　　 The curse hit the knight, turning into a ball of green light.

　　 "What—?" Voldemort shouted, looking around. Then he took a breath, "Dumbledore!"

　　 At the golden gate, a figure stood there, one hand was a little scorched, but the magic power on the body was terrifying, and then more and more footsteps approached here.

　　 "It's stupid to be here tonight, Tom," Dumbledore said quietly. "Auros are on their way here—"

　　 Voldemort's eyes flashed a little hesitation. At some point, Mo Wen had retrieved his wand from the ground and walked behind Dumbledore without a glance.

　　 Just being a stranger has given him a headache, plus a Dumbledore, he really might be staying here tonight.

　　 "Dumbledore, let's wait and see!—" Voldemort yelled to take Bellatrix away, but then he was stunned.

　　 A sword pierced Dumbledore's chest.

　　 shining with magic light, long sword dripping with blood.

　　 Dumbledore took a laborious breath, then slowly turned his head in disbelief. It was a pair of cold, heterochromatic pupils.

　　 Morduncan’s Sword: Create a floating magic sword to attack the opponent.

　　 Mo Wen drew the sword out of Dumbledore's chest expressionlessly, blood splattered, and the latter fell silently to the ground, the blood gathered into a dazzling ball.

　　 Everyone was stunned, Mo Wen looked at his wand blankly, as if he didn't do the thing just now.

　　Unicorn Elder Wand

　　 Grade: A－

　　 Category: Treasure for people

The magic wand carefully crafted by Ollivander combines the power of the old magic wand. It has slaughtered giant dragons. It can greatly increase the magic power of the user and use some magic beyond the level. Blood creatures kill twice.

　　Note: When the user is defeated or the wand is taken away, the power of the elder's wand will disappear and will not be restored until the next world.

　　 "No!" Harry just exclaimed, pointing at Mo Wen and exclaiming, "What did you do? You killed him, you killed Dumbledore!"

　　 Mo Wen smiled coldly, "What did you just do?"

　　 Harry stagnated, "I was only controlled by Voldemort, I didn't mean it."

　　 "You should wait and talk to Dumbledore by yourself later!" Mo Wen waved his wand, and Harry stood there stiffly.

　　 "We have time to talk."

"Hahaha..." Voldemort laughed wildly. He looked at Dumbledore who fell on the ground with a complicated expression, and then looked at Mi Wen playfully, "Guris, you really showed me a good show. , How about it, do you want to come to my side?"

　　 "I'm waiting for you at Hogwarts, Dark Lord!" Mo Wen said calmly.

　　 Harry's betrayal made his magic power breakthrough again. He can now cast seventh-level arcane magic, and coupled with the power of the old wand snatched from Dumbledore, it is not difficult to fight Voldemort head-on.

　　 The square was suddenly filled with people; the floor was filled with dark green flames; the witch and witch looked at everything in front of them in horror, Dumbledore fell in a pool of blood, and the Dark Lord stood on the other side.

　　 "Here there!" a man in a scarlet robe and ponytail yelled, pointing to Fudge standing in the front. "It's the Dark Lord!"

　　 "I know, Williamson, I know, I saw him too!" Fudge turned pale, "God, he killed Dumbledore!"

　　 The Dark Lord looked at Mo Wen deeply, "Guris, I will go to you and look forward to our next meeting."

　　 Then he disappeared.

　　 "Oh my God, what to do, Dumbledore was killed, we are all done!" Fudge grabbed his hair. Without Dumbledore, he couldn't imagine how he could fight Voldemort.

　　 "Woo..." Harry struggled on the ground. He wanted to tell people that Guris had killed Dumbledore, but he didn't know what magic Guris had done. It seemed that everyone couldn't see him.

　　 Harry looked at Hermione with hope, but he was desperate to find that Ron and Neville looked sluggish, while Hermione and Ginny, who had complex expressions, were holding magic wands in their hands.

　　 He looked at Luna again, who sighed, then shook his head.

　　 A heart fell to the bottom.

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　　 In the Hogwarts principal's room, Mo Wen sat in the seat that originally belonged to Dumbledore, drinking tea leisurely.

After Dumbledore’s death, the position of the principal fell into Mo Wen’s hands. Although he hadn’t graduated yet, the board of directors was in his hands. Lucius was dead. The remaining little Drake was not Mo Wen at all. The opponents, those directors naturally know who to choose.

　　 But at this moment, an unexpected guest appeared in the principal's room.

　　 "Guris, how exactly did you arrange it, how could Dumbledore die there!" Old Crouch's face was very ugly, "We are not ready yet, and the position in the ministry is—"

　　 Mowen took a sip of tea casually, "I killed Dumbledore."

　　 "What!" Crouch stood up suddenly.

　　 He pointed at Mo Wen, speechless.

　　 "This is impossible, Dumbledore was killed by Voldemort!"

　　 "It can't be you—"

　　 He seemed to be unable to believe this fact and said incoherently.

　　 I didn't even spread my hand, and didn't care about this question, "Don't worry, Crouch, although the plan is a little earlier, isn't the situation still according to our plan? Everything is still under control."

After calming down, Crouch sat down again, frowning and said: "Although our power has expanded a lot in recent months, the Dark Lord has not been idle either. I suspect that many in the Ministry are His people, although we still dominate on the surface, I can't guarantee how much will be left at the last moment."

　　 Mo Wen didn't care, "It doesn't matter. I didn't intend to take everyone down in one fell swoop. As long as they support us in the face, they will be honest and obedient anyway after Voldemort's death."

　　 Crouch was not so calm, "You are so sure that you can kill Voldemort, he can do it to be the strongest dark wizard in history, and he also—"

　　 Without a smile, with a wave of the magic wand in his hand, several objects appeared on the table, a dilapidated crown, a small cup, an ugly ring, and a ball of shapeless iron.

　　 gently flicked these things with his fingers, Mo Wen smiled and said, "These are my support."

"What is this?" Crouch is a little curious. Although the items in the magic world cannot be determined by the outside, these things are too shabby, especially the piece of iron. Crouch can guarantee that this is by no means its original. Look like.

"Ravenclaw's crown, Slytherin pendant, Hufflepuff's cup, and Marvolo Gunter's ring," Mo Wen stroked these things one by one with his finger, each one said. , Crouch’s eyes are bright. These are incomparable treasures. They belong to the Big Four. However, in the end, the tone of the unknown voice is a meal, "Of course, they should be called Voldemort's now. Horcruxes are more appropriate."

　　 Crouch took a breath, "Horcrux?" Apparently he had heard of this kind of thing, "There are so many, is he crazy?"

　　 "Correct, this is only part of it." Mo Wen shrugged, "The Dark Lord still has at least three Horcruxes. Of course, his young diary has been destroyed by me, but the remaining two still exist."

　　 But Crouch obviously didn't listen. His brain was already occupied by these Horcruxes. Thanks to Mo Wen had destroyed them in advance, otherwise Crouch would definitely be bewitched by one or several of them.

　　 "There are so many, is he crazy? No, he must be crazy."

　　If Crouch originally had such a plan to take refuge in the Dark Lord, he would never think so now. Splitting the soul is a dangerous thing. A person who is not paying attention will become insane, and even the soul will collapse into a pile of walking dead. The wizard who created the Horcrux in the past did not have the means to split the soul many times, but he did not dare. Divide the soul again~www.NovelMTL.com~ Perhaps Voldemort, who was a master of art, directly set the goal of a seven-point Horcrux, but Mo Wen guessed that there is more possibility that he did not have it at that time. Sufficient knowledge, after all, he was an orphan, no matter how clever he was, he would not have access to some knowledge. Now that Voldemort has split his soul so many times, even if there is a special method, his sanity will never be left. In the original book, he wanted to kill Harry, but he did not allow his men to do anything. It's not hard to say that Harry had escaped from his hands a few times, and it was not difficult to say that he had this effect.

　　 "Okay," Crouch's face was a little pale, "What do you want us to do?"

　　 He understood that Mo Wen had brought out these things, not only to show them that he was sure of defeating Voldemort, but also to warn them that there was no benefit in relying on each other.

Don’t look at Voldemort, although he is a bit mad, but he is sane. This is because he still has enemies and goals that have not been accomplished. If he really wants to unify the magic world, he will definitely become even crazier. Maybe the day they are unified, they A new war will begin internally, until everyone is extinct.

　　 Crouch they want a world of wizards that can be controlled in their own hands, not a rags.

　　 Mo Wen just smiled, "It's nothing, I just want you to fill my table with this head during the decisive battle."

　　 "It's just that?" Crouch thought Mo Wen would ask them to fight Voldemort together. When the quality is insufficient, they can still use quantity to make up for it.

　　 "It's just that." Mo Wen pressed his chin with both hands, his eyes were deep and quiet.