The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Knockturn Alley was reduced to hell on earth in an instant.

As soon as the black-robed and silver-faced Death Eaters appeared, they captured several targets with thunderous momentum. It wasn't until the green curse light of Avada Kedavra lit up that the surrounding wizards reacted, and the voices of screaming and cursing were endless .The Death Eaters had planned and premeditated, locked the key passages when they came up, and wantonly attacked the wizards who tried to escape.

There were many silver masks scattered in the crowd, and they used the darkest magic and curses without any scruples. In less than a minute, most of the prying eyes in Knockturn Alley lay down.Everyone finally came to their senses. Except for some dark wizards who were stalemate with the Death Eaters, everyone else apparated. The sound of the explosion spread like ink dripping into a water tank, and all the dark wizards who could escape escaped.

The entangled dark wizard is forced to fight to the death with the Death Eaters, but no matter how powerful they are, they will eventually be defeated by the latter's team.

A diminutive wizard was grabbed by the limbs by an invisible force and hung in the air. The hood and cloak that covered his face were already covered with blood, revealing short gray-brown hair inside.Pointing at the owner of his wand and laughing wildly, the little wizard was powerlessly floating in mid-air, like a weightless iron ball being pushed by several nearby Death Eaters in turn, and they happily watched him burst into tears They turned a deaf ear to his begging for mercy, and laughed madly and morbidly at each other, taking pleasure in it.

Somebody released the Dark Mark. A huge green skull was hanging above the head, floating up and down slightly, as if breathing coldly.

Officials and reporters from the Ministry of Magic arrived in a hurry, and the appalling sight in front of them made people stop.

Several Aurors and Contraband staff stood still, and Farley, the reporter, hid behind them in fear.Only Arthur Weasley walked straight ahead.

Crowell caught up and stopped him.

Arthur asked him: "Are you afraid too, Crowell?"

The thin man said calmly, "That's the fugitive from Azkaban who killed Emmeline Vance."

Vance is a senior official of the Ministry of Magic, and Arthur was helped by the other party in the vacuum cleaner incident.

He fell silent.Watch the battle with Crowell.

"Some things are not worth fighting for," Crowell said.

Arthur didn't object.

The Death Eaters quickly noticed the presence of the Ministry of Magic personnel and sent a special group to meet them.

The curse light and flames of black magic shone on the battlefield, and they fought fiercely.The Aurors and the Forbidden Objects Division were all top-notch fighters, and the Death Eaters couldn't gain the upper hand, so they had to find ways to disperse them and defeat them one by one.

Another group of Death Eaters turned to the buildings that lined the street.

Stores that used to be hidden are now even more closed doors and windows, and the store and some customers are afraid to show up inside.

The horror unique to black magic debuts.

Thick smoke billowed from the abandoned chimneys, turning into abstract human faces in mid-air, rushing into the shackled houses with shrill howls, biting and devouring people's will; the windows with the lights turned off suddenly lit up There was bright red blood, and the temperature in the room rose sharply. The black wizard had to break out of the door, and was caught by the Death Eaters guarding outside, screaming heart-piercingly under the Cruciatus Curse; the door plaque suddenly burned There was a purple flame, and all the wooden products were turned into scorched black powder in a few breaths. The old wooden house disintegrated in a few seconds, revealing the shivering owner inside.

"Protect those houses!" Crowell yelled when he was flanked by two Death Eaters. "Their owners are legal residents!"

It's a pity that other Ministry staff in the battle had no time to respond.Scrimgeour protected reporter Farley throughout; Tonks resolutely fought side by side with Arthur, and seemed to think that capturing the Death Eaters was the most important thing; The witch took the time to cast a magic stop spell on the store door that had just been burned nearby.

Crowell ran out of the center of the battle by channeling the two Death Eaters' attacks toward each other with a neat stagger.

His thin body shuttled through the chaotic scene created by the Death Eaters at an astonishing speed, and intervened at the critical moment when they were casting black magic. He was fast and accurate, and he would leave at the touch of a touch, without any desire to fight, like a nimble and swift swimmer. kill fish.

The magic he unleashes is only deadly when the timing is right enough.

In this way, I ran half a street until I reached Borgin-Bock.There was a small group of Death Eaters around.

They are collectively casting black magic on the building in front of them, which is covered by a powerful protective spell, and there is no movement inside, and their usual black magic is blocked by the defensive layer.

Along the way, no building has such a level of protection.Combining the information received before, Crowell, like the Death Eaters present, thought of someone——

Dumbledore.

This is great news.

The Death Eaters gathered, wearing down the defensive magic with all their might.

Cutting, heavy blows, flames, smoke... Countless magic was blocked outside the door. After all, it was the defense laid down by Dumbledore, who has the title of the strongest white wizard in the world, and it can be called an iron wall in a short time.

However, there are many people and strength, and although the defensive layer is still alive, the whole house is beginning to crumble.Borgin-Bock's plaque shook violently for a while, then crashed to the ground.

This sound was heard clearly inside the defensive layer for the first time, waking up Bok with his eyes closed.

A hand held his head in advance to prevent him from moving.Dumbledore's voice came from overhead.

"It's all right, Bock, close your eyes."

He was lying on the recliner in the hut, the effect of Haimo's recovery agent began to take effect, the memory was clenched into a ball by invisible hands, pinched and squeezed, dizziness and stinging pain tortured the brain in turn, and he could only rely on precise insanity Take thoughts to soothe.

"Just now...that sound...was it them?"

"It doesn't matter," said Dumbledore softly, "our defenses are strong. Relax, and give me your thoughts and memories."

There was a sense of conviction in his voice, and Bock's mind was manipulated by the insanity, and he fell back into the hazy sea of ​​​​consciousness.

Bork's memory is like an old tree that is dying, except for the place where it just germinated, it still maintains a stable vitality, and most of its torso is already slumped and stiff.Dumbledore stroked their shriveled skin carefully, and delicately adjusted the injection of Haimer's recovery agent, so that they could revive in an orderly manner.

The work was so tedious and delicate that few people could do it, and of those who could, none of them wanted to do it for Bock.

Even Dumbledore only promised to sort out the trunk for him, and the rest still needs to pray for the distribution of Haimo's recovery agent itself, and he will recover by himself.

Once Haimo's recovery potion is drunk, there is no delay in sorting out the memory, otherwise, after the effect of the potion wears off, the memory palace will be a foregone conclusion, and no amount of instigating will be irreparable.

They were concentrating on this work. In order to keep Burk from being disturbed, Dumbledore even used a wandless silence spell to isolate the movement of the outside world.But he couldn't do more.On the one hand, there are many restrictions on wandless and silent spells, even Dumbledore cannot easily cast those powerful magics; more importantly, memory combing cannot be distracted, and a wrong god may destroy Bock's entire spirit. Have to be careful.

The walls of the black magic shop were shaking, and the Death Eaters kept attacking the outer defenses, and finally blasted away the physical defense made of bricks and stones impatiently, and several people broke through the wall first.

"Search the house," said the leading voice, "Dumbledore must be here!"

The other Death Eaters split up and found the closed back door of the counter without much trouble.

No more nonsense, the black magic frenzy surged again, the thick wooden door quickly melted in the purple flames and the strong wind passing through the hall, deep purple sunflowers grew out of the burnt black ashes left on the ground.

Dumbledore's figure was exposed in full view of the Death Eaters, and those silver masks were all facing him, as if mocking triumphantly.

Dumbledore held his wand motionless, still concentrating on sorting out Burke's memory.With the main part just short of the last part, he had to focus.

The Death Eater couldn't believe that he would turn a blind eye to him. Someone wanted to enter the door to attack, but the door was firmly blocked by defensive magic.It turned out that although the wooden door was destroyed, the defensive magic was still there, and they couldn't get over the thunder.

This is one of the reasons why Dumbledore is so confident.

"What to do, Nott?" someone whispered to the leading Death Eater.

Nott looked back and forth between Dumbledore and Bock on the recliner, and said with a sneer, "Tear down the wall. Someone has already informed the master, we just need to surround him." He said loudly, "Dumbledore can't move now, don't worry, Attack as much as you want!"

A powerful destroying spell hit the load-bearing wall in the store, and cracks appeared in the masonry and civil engineering through the ceiling in an instant.

Dumbledore's brows were furrowed tightly. If this continues, Burk might be awakened, regardless of himself.

He moved his position slowly, reinforcing a circle of silence magic around Bock.

The movement of the Death Eaters demolishing the wall was so loud that Bock with his eyes closed couldn't notice it, but Dumbledore could clearly feel that the old brick wall was full of mud and sand, the windows had cracked and shattered, and the Quaffle was in the magic prison. Crashing wildly, the ceiling was shaking, murals and decorations fell to the ground one after another, the lockers were cut to pieces through the brick wall, and the inside of the house was already a mess.

All this is silent.

The crack in the wall was getting bigger and bigger, and Dumbledore could already see the ghostly mask of the Death Eater out of the corner of his eye.

He still stood there calmly, and the main memory was about to be connected.

The light from the outside world shone in through the cracks, and the wind blew in, and the wall was almost torn apart.

The bright light suddenly bloomed, and Dumbledore's pupils narrowed slightly, and he lifted his own silencing spell. When the light failed, he just heard the angry voice of the Death Eater.

"Bart Crowell?! What are you messing with?"

"I am an employee of the Ministry of Magic." The calm voice replied, "to prevent you from trespassing on private houses."

The Death Eaters' attack temporarily stopped, and turned into a fierce battle.Crowell waited until the subordinates of the Forbidden Objects Division came after him before attacking together, in order to be able to fight.

After burning away the blood-sucking vines, he shouted at Dumbledore and Burke in the room: "Don't stay long! The Ministry of Magic is attracting fire, you run away!"

Burke was still under the cloak of the Silencing Charm, only Dumbledore could hear him clearly.

He quickly looked up and glanced outside. Between the narrow cracks, Crowell's thin body was struggling in the gust of black magic. Red flames roared around, as if they could engulf him at any time.

For only a brief moment, Dumbledore's eyes met his.

Those were a pair of eyes that were completely different from Crowell's appearance, extremely black and extremely bright, with a menacing look revealing a sonorous will, without wavering or fear.

"They can't break through my defenses." Dumbledore used the power saved by the Silencing Curse on his throat, and amplified his voice, "I have notified the Order of the Phoenix, and reinforcements will be coming soon. Please help more Anyone who needs it."

After speaking, he no longer paid attention to the outside world, and devoted himself to the final arrangement of the main memory.

The withered branches were recovering rapidly, and the moment they connected, Dumbledore took a weary breath.

The Death Eaters attack started again.Crowell appeared to have heeded the advice and left with his subordinates.

But Dumbledore's work had only just begun.

Search Tom Riddle's memory.

The old dead tree could be reborn, and the memory palace was gradually formed. He climbed up the long stairs, and the tall colonnade reflected the psychedelic brilliance. Dumbledore put his hand on it and saw some fleeting pictures.

Lucius Malfoy was slowly taking off his gloves and pulling out a dark diary; Draco Malfoy's pale, pointed face gave him a wicked smirk; The witch stares greedily at a crystal ball...

Dumbledore backed out, a pillar of recent memory.

He went up the stairs, looking for even older colonnades.

Some of them have shown mottled cracks, and damage and fragility are inevitable.

Dumbledore could only touch them very carefully.

After walking through his old age and most of his middle age, he came to a particularly damaged colonnade.

The sky suddenly brightened.It took Dumbledore half a beat to realize that it was an outside light.

Someone blasted off the roof.

He still touched the colonnade lightly, only glancing out before entering.

A pair of sharp blood-red eyes pierced into the depths of the pupils across the ruins of the ruins.

There is a complete, huge killing intent without any impurities.

Roiling and boiling, evaporating the most powerful evil.

Everything else is illusory.

The master of the Death Eaters has arrived.

The silver masks gave way to Borgin-Bock, the yew wand overturned the roof of the black magic store on the approaching road, and the magic wind rushed out first, blowing across the dilapidated courtyard, fences and The sundries were flattened by the strong wind pressure, and were randomly swept aside, leaving a single roofless house within a radius of [-] meters.

"Come out." The hooded wizard said coldly.His face is blurred, shrouded in an impenetrable confusion spell, and only a pair of eyes are like rubies dripping with blood, which is unforgettable.

The magically amplified voice rang in the ears of every Death Eater in the room.

They pulled out of the store without hesitation.The moment the last person stepped out of the store, the whole store collapsed.

The shape of human feet appeared on the ground, and the rocks and mud were firmly suppressed, as if a giant's foot stepped down hard, crushing Borgin-Bock.

Only a small area where Dumbledore and Burke were located remains intact.

Voldemort walked towards them slowly, his yew wand flicked slightly, breaking the defensive magic layer by layer.

The Death Eaters all stood back, watching in awe as the greatest Dark wizard ever met the White wizard, who hadn't even raised his wand.Their masters are sure to win.

Bock was startled by the great changes around him, and the memory palace was crumbling. Dumbledore pressed his shoulders with both hands, and comforted him softly: "Be quiet, Mr. Bock, we are safe and there is no danger. Hold on for a while."

Voldemort grinned ironically, pointed his wand down, and the ground shook under their feet.

Dumbledore struggled to maintain his figure, but cast a Levitation Charm on Burke's chaise longue.

"Hang on a little longer," he whispered to Bock, with a hint of magic.

Bock raised his arm uneasily, and seemed to want to touch his wand, but he couldn't resist the hint that appeared in the depths of his brain, and reluctantly fell silent.

Dumbledore has already found the young Voldemort who came to apply for the job. He introduced his name as Tom Riddle. He speaks freely and has extraordinary knowledge. He quickly persuaded the middle-aged Bock to hire him with a high salary.

Bock didn't spend his money in vain. The young and handsome Riddle won a lot of rare black magic items for Borgin-Bock. He was even a master alchemist himself, and occasionally he made some gadgets and sold them to customers, sharing some profits with the store. .

The memory flashed quickly, Dumbledore keenly noticed a special customer, her face was hidden in the mist, and the voice of the conversation was indistinct.

This is the damaged part of the colonnade.Dumbledore had expected that Burk's key memories would be tampered with by Voldemort.

Fortunately, the final effect of Haimer's recovery agent is working, and he can take this opportunity to restore a small part of his memory.

Must be the most critical part.

"Dumbledore, now I believe you are a Gryffindor." Voldemort broke through the last barrier, and the biting magic wind blew out from the crack in the ground under Dumbledore's feet, blowing his white hair and purple robe messy Unbearable.

He was holding on to one end of the reclining chair tightly, and while being highly nervous, he had to find time to avoid the range of the Earth Ripper Curse, and almost fell into an unknown depth of ground fissure.

At this point, he still hadn't removed his wand from Bock's temple.

"Bold."

Voldemort sneered.Without hesitation, he cast a spell to test the reality, and Dumbledore had no time to dodge it.

He had just found that crucial memory.But the threat of death looms.

Dumbledore is not afraid of death, but now that he is dead, even if he finds his memory, it will be a waste of effort.

In his memory, Riddle is still recording today's income behind the counter, but he must reluctantly let go of this golden opportunity...

At the critical moment, a clear cry suddenly came from the sky.

At the same time, Riddle also raised his head and looked towards the door, when a wind chime sounded.

"Avada Kedavra." Voldemort's voice.

A strange telepathy kept Dumbledore motionless.

He endured the sadness welling up in his heart, watching Riddle come out from behind the counter.

Fox rushed forward like a sword arrow, opening his mouth to swallow the green death curse light.

Riddle greeted the long-awaited customer and showed a beautiful smile.

Dumbledore activated his Remembrance, bringing that crucial scene into focus.

"Welcome, Ms. Smith."

"Oh, call me Hepzibah, dear."

The fat old witch is wearing bright and heavy makeup, trying to show her most charming smile.

"Avada Kedavra!" The life-killing magic didn't even stop for Fox's death for even a second, and chased and attacked.

Dumbledore cut off the instigator abruptly, grabbed Bock and apparated away.