Chapter 367 The Dark Lord Face to Face

People say that the Sorcerer's Stone is the highest skill of alchemy, and attribute the three Deathly Hallows to magic items given by the God of Death.

But in the eyes of many masters, it is not very sure whether the gods really exist.

These people prefer to regard the three Deathly Hallows as the highest magical achievement of human wizards for thousands of years.

The crowning achievement of wandmaking is the Elder Wand.

The crowning achievement of alchemy is the resurrection stone.

The crowning achievement of a magic item is the invisibility cloak.

Those who have used these three things say that they are good. Grindelwald spent a lot of time thinking about the Elder Wand.

The invisibility cloak, which has been used countless times in history, has not changed its characteristic of hiding death after a long period of time.

You must know that ordinary invisibility cloaks only have a very short period of use, and they will be scrapped after the expiration date.

Now that Anton holds the resurrection stone in his hand, he can feel the magic of this holy artifact.

It seems to be a bug in this world, an order judged by a rule, there is no so-called magic power at all, it is simply inexhaustible.

The Sorcerer's Stone is a younger brother in front of it.

Well, it is said to be held by hand, but Anton actually stuffed it into the chest cavity as a part of the doll when he was refining the dark golden doll.

Back then, the resurrection stone was inlaid on the ring by the Gaunt family and could be used by Voldemort as a Horcrux. Now that Anton embedded it in the doll, it can naturally be used as a Horcrux.

Even a spellcasting medium.

The ancient wizards did not use magic wands. What everyone likes most is to find all kinds of things with magical abilities as the medium of casting spells.

Deathly Hallows like the Resurrection Stone can also be used.

The effect is awesome.

Anton watched with interest the figures of the dead ghosts emerging from the mist, and smiled.

Among the Aurors, there was a dog-like guy, a middle-aged uncle in a fine woolen coat, and there were more than a dozen undead children floating beside him, but it made all the colleagues look weird.

"Adi!" An old Auror tremblingly looked at one of the undead children, the wand in his hand turned from pointing at Anton to the Auror surrounded by the child, and roared, "I always thought, always thought he was missing It turned out to be you!"

"No, it's not me!" The Auror wanted to Apparate away in a panic, but forgot that Hogwarts forbids Apparition, and by a mistake, he was petrified by a binding spell and fell to the ground.

Several other people quickly grabbed the old wizard, "Jeff, don't, don't now."

Anyway, that's how it was, the 'resurrection' created by Voldemort caused chaos within the Auror group.

"Hey hey hey..."

Voldemort seemed to enjoy the Aurors' internal bullying, and smiled happily as if watching a joke.

He lightly stroked the head of the huge adder that was entrenched beside him, licked the corners of his mouth, and walked forward with smooth and pale feet.

Countless Aurors surrounded him nervously holding their wands, but no one dared to release a spell, so they had to slowly retreat as he advanced.

Once he retreated, he retreated to the entrance of the school infirmary on the second floor.

It was so arrogant that the Dark Lord Voldemort was empty-handed, not even holding a wand, but none of these elite wizards dared to attack him.

Even those as strong as Kingsley and Mad-Eye Moody are just on guard, not daring to make easy moves to change the situation.

It's unknown who hit their back against the wall first, which made the Aurors realize that they had no way to retreat.

As if he didn't see them, Voldemort walked straight through their encirclement, walked gracefully like no one else, and walked into the school infirmary full of the most powerful wizard masters of this century, without any fear of.

In fact, what should be feared is not him, but these so-called masters.

Nicolas?

heh~

Look at me Voldemort looking at you?

Voldemort found an armchair with his wizard robe fluttering, sat down lightly, raised his feet, twisted his neck, and then tilted his head to look at Fudge, "You just said, I'm dead?"

grunt.

The sound of Fudge swallowing was so conspicuous in this silent and oppressive environment, he moved tremblingly, holding the newspaper that was about to be crushed by his fingers a little stiffly, "No...it's not me."

"oh?"

Voldemort propped his elbows on the armrest of the chair, resting his side face on his slender palm with long nails, looking at him playfully.

The loose sleeves of the wizard's robe fell down, making his skinny forearm look so pale, too pale to be alive.

The mist fell from his wizard robe, and the undead floated out of the mist, densely crowding the entire infirmary.

Perhaps because there were too many, he gracefully raised his left hand and waved it, as if to repel flies, and all the undead disappeared.

It was at this time that everyone discovered that a huge adder was swimming on the ground, exuding a very poisonous fishy-sweet smell.

Fudge was frightened. He tried to run, but his legs wouldn't listen to him.

His torso, his hands, his teeth, did not listen to him.

It's horrible.

Kakaka.

The teeth collided quickly, making a weird and ridiculous sound.

Voldemort still just looked at him leisurely, smiling without speaking, just like that, looking straight at him.

"!!!"

Fudge raised the newspaper in his hand violently, "It's not me, it's Rita, this damn reporter, I was just deceived by her."

"Is that so?" Voldemort leaned his back against the back of the chair and breathed out comfortably, "Then call her over and I'll ask her."

Fudge's eyes lit up suddenly, as if he had found a glimmer of life, he quickly looked at the Aurors blocking the door, "Quick, catch that damned reporter!"

Mad-Eye Moody looked at him incredulously, "Minister Fudge, as the Minister of Magic, you..."

Shh~

"Damned!"

"All petrified!"

Several spells hit Moody at the same time, and Moody twisted his magic eyeball in astonishment, and fell to the ground with a snap.

The two Aurors quickly caught him, and quickly dragged the old Auror outside.

A few more Aurors ran out of the stairs.

This was simply the most humiliating moment in the history of the Auror office, no, even the most humiliating moment of the Ministry of Magic, their ministers did not hesitate to drag a scapegoat out.

But these Aurors, none of them dared to say anything. (Moody has since retired.)

Some people choose to endure, without knowing the purpose of the Dark Lord's appearance at this time, they turn the situation into a life-and-death battle without authorization, which will only cause a lot of meaningless deaths.

Some people are really afraid that the Dark Lord's great reputation has already reached the point where even if he is dead, everyone still just calls him You-Know-Who.

No, it is even a disgrace to the entire magic world now, and none of those powerful magic masters dare to say anything.

As I said just now, they all have strong connections, which also means that they are bound by the secular world.

Even Nicole May, the hundreds-year-old wizard who planned to face death, chose to remain silent. He and his wife have family behind him, and behind him are countless students, friends, magic schools and everything.

However, it is well known that Voldemort loved killing these people the most.

Killing an opponent's wife, child, parents and other relatives would please the Dark Lord more than killing an opponent. This is the rule that the Death Eaters figured out after repeated attempts.

In front of the Dark Lord, everyone can only be silent.

Everyone can only hope that Dumbledore, who is lying on the hospital bed not far away, can get up, turn the tide, and drive the mysterious man away.

Yes, as long as you drive away, you will be satisfied.

But, Dumbledore was completely in a coma, and the cursed breath surged on his body, and there was no hope of being alive.

Everyone's heart is sinking.

No one knows what kind of situation the magic world will face next.

At this time, the professors led by Professor McGonagall also rushed over and surrounded the place, with anger in everyone's eyes.

Then, with a chuckle from the Dark Lord, he endured it.

The solemnity in the air is almost suffocating.