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It was not difficult for a group of wizards assembled by Gryffindor and Dumbledore to follow the piebald snake to Voldemort's manor. The obstacles on the road were broken one by one, and a mark was left to guide Malfoy.The snake group returned to the manor at the same speed as before. At ten o'clock in the night, the group of them arrived at an area only 200 meters away from the gate of the manor, and could not go any further.

It is difficult to enter the manor. Voldemort Manor was heavily guarded, and like many ancient manors, a defensive circle was set up.They sent out a front team of three wizards.At a distance of about 200 meters, the front team touched the magic circle. Countless dementors and countless curses appeared within 200 meters from the manor. black round shape.

The three wizards died on the spot, and the corpses dumped within a range of 200 meters turned into a piece of scorched carbon, which looked particularly horrifying against the only two remaining legs.

Gryffindor tried to step forward to try, but was stopped by Dumbledore who came with him.

"Mr. Gran, it's unwise for you to do this," the old man grabbed his sleeve vigorously.

Gryffindor gradually calmed down, anxiously longing to see Slytherin.

His strength can no longer be compared with the past.Like Slytherin, he is limited by his immature body, he cannot use much magic power, and it is difficult to complete overly complicated spells.Feeling dejected for a moment, he stared intently at the gate of Voldemort Manor.

Dumbledore walked up to the wizards who had come with them, and discussed with them in a low voice.

Most of the wizards who came with them this time were from Gryffindor and were members of the Order of the Phoenix.They each have different occupations, most of them are active Aurors, who are good at attacking spells and some simple healing spells.None of them fully understood how to destroy the manor's protective circle.

Dumbledore was also at a loss for the magic circle in this manor.He called out a few more stable Aurors, and greeted Gryffindor, and they analyzed the magic circle together in the temporary tent.

The restlessness in Gryffindor made him unable to concentrate. Watching Dumbledore draw exquisitely nested magic circles on the parchment, the frustration of being unable to help made him hold his wand tightly. Slumped on the carpet in the tent.

Then he heard a loud voice outside.

"I'll go take a look," Gryffindor knew that it was probably a member of the Malfoy family, and said to Dumbledore who stopped analyzing, "Please continue, let's divide the work."

Without waiting for Dumbledore to reply, he stepped out of the tent.

It was indeed Malfoy.He also brought six Patriarchs who had surrendered to Slytherin, and they were in a stalemate with the Order of the Phoenix on the edge of the camp.

It hasn't been long since Malfoy changed his family. In addition, Jane's reputation is not obvious after living in Slytherin. Most members of the Order of the Phoenix still have doubts about him. They think that although he has left Voldemort and is no longer a Death Eater, he is still ambitious. Conspirator, bloody and cruel dark wizard.The six wizards with him were all pure-blooded, only two were not Death Eaters before, and the other four, including Lucius Malfoy, were all Death Eaters with marks on their arms. It was still on them, too, except that Slytherin had cut off Voldemort's hold on them with the kinship magic.

The two Aurors had already drawn out their wands, and Lucius and the others also put on a vigilant posture.

"Don't move!" Gryffindor ran between the two groups of people who were at war.

Lucius knew Gryffindor, so he put his hand down slowly.

A dozen members of the Order of the Phoenix couldn't help being stunned when they saw a child running out suddenly.

"Don't hang around here! Don't meddle with the kids!" one of the tall Aurors with brown hair shouted loudly, "It's dangerous!"

Gryffindor blushed with anger, the feeling of being scolded loudly like a child and the anxiety at this time aroused uncontrollable anger. "You're the ones who have to shut up!" He shouted, his childish voice filled with anger, "What kind of infighting is this time!"

Dumbledore came out hearing the chaos outside and understood the situation in front of him.

"Mr. Malfoy," he walked up to Lucius and greeted him gently.

Through this period of undercover investigation, he realized the difference between Salazar Slytherin and Voldemort.They were both ambitious types indeed, but Salazar Slytherin was more lucid than his descendants and understood the value of the good things in the world.He thought Salazar Slytherin knew what love was.

Therefore, Malfoy, who is now under the supervision of Slytherin, can almost be considered as having no bad influence on the wizarding world.

"Good night, Mr. Dumbledore," Lucius responded equally gently.

As the atmosphere eased, Lucius followed Dumbledore into the tent, and the rest of the people began to tidy up the nearby field, and erected two more tents, both in terms of specifications and quality, which were obviously much better than those of the Order of the Phoenix.

Lucius joined in the analysis of the magic circle.

After a while, a possibility occurred to him.

"Could it be a phrasal array?" he suggested to Dumbledore.

This proposal obviously reminded Dumbledore, but at the same time it put the research into a completely hopeless situation. "In this way, unless there is a snake whisperer, we will not be able to solve this magic circle."

"Then we'll wait." Gryffindor had already calmed down, and walked into the tent again just in time to hear the conclusion. He continued, "The blood-washing hexagram has strict requirements on magic fluctuations, and it must not be possible to use such a powerful magic circle." It is carried out internally. Even if they are prepared before the magic circle is in progress, we cannot disturb it while the magic circle is running. When the magic circle is finished, that moment is the moment when there is no opportunity to defend."

"Will it be too risky?" Malfoy asked with some concern.

"We can prepare this as a last resort while researching other methods," Dumbledore added.

Slytherin half-closed his eyes sleepily.His wrist was cut open again, his arms protruding from the left and right sides of the adjusted four-poster bed curtain, the sleeves of his pajamas were rolled up to the elbow, and the wound, which was particularly hideous because of the second injury, tore his pale wrist skin, A line of dark red blood slowly poured into the jar placed below.He is too young, and the amount of blood that can be taken at one time is not enough.

The wound had been spelled and couldn't stop the bleeding on its own, and the unstoppable pain made Slytherin's brows furrow into a ball.

The curtain was lowered, and he couldn't see the blood flowing out. In fact, those people just walked into the room, pulled his arms away, rolled up their sleeves, and then lowered the curtain to block his sight.He couldn't see the blade that landed on his wrist.

The initial coldness disappeared quickly, and the subsequent pain continued to spread. After the cold metal touch disappeared, a terrible burning sensation began to appear at the wound.It didn't feel too painful, but it made people feel the fear of being gradually scorched again.

The most disgusting feeling I have ever seen a wizard at the stake.

Slytherin let go of his teeth-marked lips, forced himself to succumb to the dizziness of excessive blood loss, and finally sank into a gray-black dream.