Chapter 414 How Dare You!

This fluctuation was very wrong. While Voldemort felt pressure, he also felt a vague sense of familiarity.

What Sherlock had been hiding in his left hand was naturally the Gaunt ring.

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

Since Draco came to him on the first morning, Sherlock had been prepared for this moment.

He knew very well that Voldemort was plotting ill, so he naturally prepared a back-up plan.

Even if the residual soul in the ring was used directly for stitching, even if it could improve Sherlock's strength, it would never be enough to crush Voldemort.

But in the process of soul stitching, Sherlock would enter a wonderful state.

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

It's just like the time limit of transformation in the special drama, Sherlock can only maintain this state for a very short time.

It is precisely because of this that he has only started to really use the Gaunt ring now.

The next moment, Sherlock floated in the air without the help of any spell.

He had experienced this wonderful state three times. It felt like he was the master of everything as long as he controlled the space where magic could radiate!

Voldemort's originally arrogant face began to become gloomy.

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

He didn't even pick up the wand in his hand, and the wands that were originally floating around under his control had fallen to the ground.

But Voldemort felt as if he was threatened from all sides.

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

He didn't sit still and wait for death. The moment he noticed something was wrong, Voldemort turned into a ball of black mist.

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

Sherlock certainly wouldn't let him get out of his control of magic like this.

He seemed to have become the master of gravity. The ground could no longer restrain him. When Voldemort turned into black mist and flew into the sky, Sherlock himself also flew into the air.

He did not swing his staff or cast a spell, but just thought about it and snapped his fingers.

A silent petrification spell was cast instantly.

Without any beam of light, Voldemort, who was floating in the sky, suddenly felt his body stiffen.

This magic that had no signs and directly affected his body did not cause much damage to Voldemort.

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

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

He had never heard of this way of casting spells!

Even if he was so powerful that he could cast spells silently and without a staff at the cost of reducing the power of the spell, the spells he cast could also be traced.

The only thing that changed about the spell was the method of release. The essence of the spell was still the beam of light manifested by magic.

Sherlock changed the form of the spell directly. While using magic, he could directly affect the target he wanted to affect!

Even if Voldemort racked his brains, he could not think of what kind of thing would make Sherlock complete such a drastic change in such a short time.

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

The first time he felt his life was threatened, Voldemort's only thought was to escape!

Although he had the Horcrux, he was an immortal, but he had experienced the feeling of death for a long time. If he was allowed to continue that experience, Voldemort would certainly not be willing to do it.

And he also knew very well what the consequences would be if he was killed by Sherlock in such a scene.

So running away was Voldemort's wisest choice now!

But Sherlock certainly would not let him have his way.

The black fog moved very fast in the sky, and Sherlock was no less inferior. He kept getting closer to Voldemort, making him unable to escape from the range 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 Fiery Curse directly from the center of the black mist that Voldemort had transformed into!

The red light ignited in the center of the black mist!

After realizing what Sherlock had done, Voldemort let out an angry cry!

"Shameless!"

"You have the nerve to tell me shameless?"

The next second after the Fiery Curse ignited in Voldemort's body, he stopped his escape, and at the same time the black mist condensed, forming his figure in a black robe in mid-air, and then pointed his wand at his body, using the dispelling spell without hesitation.

Sherlock naturally did not give up such a good opportunity, he immediately snapped his fingers again!

Countless invisible blades formed in the air, and in an instant they crossed the constraints of space, and were about to slash down at Voldemort's body!

Voldemort's noseless face was full of hideousness.

But Sherlock's shadowless attack was blocked by a transparent light shield in front of him. Although the spell affected his armor spell, both Sherlock and Voldemort could feel that the spell Sherlock used now was obviously much weaker than before!

"Your state is temporary!"

Voldemort's voice became wild and excited again.

After giving himself enough time, he finally found Sherlock's problem!

Sherlock himself had already felt that the feeling of omnipotence was fading. He frowned slightly, and then without any hesitation, he stopped chasing Voldemort and turned around and fell to the ground.

The situation was reversed in an instant.

After realizing that Sherlock had ended that terrifying state, Voldemort would certainly not miss this opportunity.

He immediately changed from the fleeing party to the chasing party, and Sherlock also began to flee left and right on the ground again.

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 there are several obviously special places on the battlefield outside the chase between Sherlock and Voldemort.

The battle between the two witches Bella and Silk was not conspicuous on this large-scale battlefield, but it was particularly dangerous.

As Voldemort's number one loyal servant, Bella seemed to only use three spells, the Unforgivable Curse.

And she only released the Killing Curse on Silk!

This kind of spell that kills you instantly, except for dodging with physical objects, there is no magical level of spell removal, but Silk can always be like a prophet, and accurately guess the direction Bella is aiming at the last second after she casts the spell.

Then the body naturally dodges to the opposite position, and then fights back.

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

But she didn't care about it at all, but said excitedly in that sharp voice.

"Eddie Butler! That's your father, isn't it? The Prophet reported the day after I killed him that he had a daughter left alive. I've seen your childhood photos!"

Silk had a blank expression on her face. She had no intention of responding to Bella's words. She just raised her wand and chanted a spell.

"God's Edge Without Shadow."

This spell invented by Snape was naturally taught to her by Sherlock, and the founder himself would certainly not have any objection to it.

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

"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 to use the Killing Curse, she had already felt the location of her spell release, and then reacted and dodged in plenty of time.

It felt bad that no spell hit from beginning to end, which made Bella's mood not as good as she showed.

That's why she kept stimulating Silk with some words, trying to change her mentality and find some flaws.

But Silk never responded to her words from beginning to end. The only sound she made was the sound of the spell.

"Thunder Explosion."

The timing she seized this time was very clever, just when Bella's killing curse had just missed, and she didn't protect herself at all while making sarcastic remarks.

The range damage of the explosion spell caused a very considerable effect.

Bella had tried her best to dodge to one side, but was still affected by the aftermath. Her black robe was blown to pieces, and her face was covered with dust, which made her look particularly embarrassed.

Now she couldn't laugh anymore, her face became extremely gloomy, but before she looked at Silk with that resentful look, the next spell seemed to have guessed her dodge position in advance. When the explosion spell sounded, it also covered the sound of Silk chanting the spell, so that Bella didn't have any advance warning!

The bright red spell hit Bella's body directly!

The next second, she was completely petrified on the spot. Except for the facial features above the neck, the rest of her body could not move!

"Do you dare to kill me! Kill me!"

Bella's crazy and hysterical scream seemed to pierce people's eardrums.

But after Silk was sure that his spell hit, he didn't even look at her.

She lowered her wand, and her face, which rarely showed any strong emotions, showed a beautiful smile at this time.

"You all said that my feelings have always been accurate."

Not far from Bella and Silk, Lucius was holding his wand tightly, but he had no intention of using a spell.

"Where is my son!"

He stared at Lupin, who was less than three meters in front of him, and almost shouted the question.

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

"He is safe and is now having tea with the little girl in the care of the elves."

After hearing Draco's message, Lucius's face calmed down a little, but he still gritted his teeth and asked.

"What did you do to him?"

"We did nothing to him, but you, Lucius." Lupine said, "Have you really known your son?"

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

"Do you really understand him, or are you just imposing your understanding on him?"

Lupine's words completely silenced Lucius.

He just stood there, looking out of place with the scene full of spells flying around him.

Lupine was also happy to see this. He and Sirius had different mentality. Human beings are complex creatures, and some people cannot be simply defined as good or bad.

And at the same time, various situations on the battlefield were changing rapidly.

Sherlock has also come to the big snake named Nagini.

It was fighting with Tonks. Its thick snake skin helped it resist the influence of most spells. When Sherlock came to it, it also quickly changed its target of prey and opened its mouth to Sherlock. With a big mouth, it seems like he wants to help his master.

Seeing it rushing towards him, in Voldemort's eyes Sherlock unexpectedly did not dodge or evade, just one step ahead of Nagini and reached out to touch the surface of its scales!

A wave that was exactly the same as the one that 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!

Seeing the situation in front of him, and that familiar aura again, if Voldemort could no longer guess what Sherlock had used to increase his strength in such a short period of time, then he could have completely destroyed his own head. Take it off and play it as a ball!

"How dare you! You used my soul!"

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

How many Horcruxes has Sherlock "eaten" now?

Was the Nagini just now the last one?

No one could tell Voldemort the answer.

Besides, he doesn't need to know the answer, because he can use his own life to verify whether his Horcruxes have been completely cleared away!