Chapter 482 480 Mirror

Chapter 482 480. Mirror

Amycus led his men out of the utility room carefully.

In less than ten minutes, they had seen four teams from the Wuping Line passing by them. This was a great opportunity!

"Life or death depends on this time! I know that some of your families are still in the house, but as long as we run out and bring more chaos here, they will have a chance to survive!"

Amycus was making the final pre-war mobilization, but in fact, in the face of the choice between life and death, the purebloods following him knew very well how to make a choice.

So, this team of purebloods launched a charge. They found the weakest point of the Wuping Line. As long as they could rush out of the range of anti-apparition, they would survive!

At the beginning, their actions went very smoothly.

The innermost encirclement of the Witch Line did not stop them. Amycus and his team only encountered a small team of the Witch Line on the way. The team did not have the slightest intention to stop them and let them out easily.

This phenomenon made them more excited. They thought that as long as the innermost encirclement could be broken, even if there were still enemies on the outer periphery, they would be vulnerable to them.

Afterwards, it was exactly as they thought. Until they ran out of the manor building and came to the grass, they did not encounter any effective obstruction or attack.

It seemed that all the wizards of the Witch Line were attracted by the movement of Lucius and his team.

However, just when they excitedly climbed over the collapsed wall and planned to rush out of the wilderness.

In the dark night, countless figures in white robes surrounded the entire manor from the wheat field!

Amycus was stunned on the spot, and everyone around him raised their wands in panic.

Lily, the commander of the second wave of support team, just looked at the dozen purebloods who had just run out of the manor with cold eyes. She didn't say anything, just waved her hand.

The next moment, the interweaving red and green lights illuminated the entire night sky!

Lucius didn't know how far they had advanced.

It could be ten meters, twenty meters, or thirty meters, but it was definitely not more than fifty meters, because they didn't even cross this open-air square, and more than eight groups surrounded them.

A group of two teams with six people, that is to say, there are about fifty people gathered here, which is completely different from the scene they imagined at the beginning!

The number of people in the Wuping line this time is far beyond the expectations of all of them. The density of the sweep in the manor is definitely not only 20 meters apart, otherwise it is impossible to gather so many people in such a short time.

The increase in the number of people in the Wuping line is far from stopping, and it is still increasing continuously, but the number of people around Lucius is constantly decreasing!

Not only in terms of numbers, but also in terms of strength, the purebloods were far inferior to those wizards on the wizarding horizon, which made Lucius completely fall into despair.

Facing such an attack, they could not escape at all, and if they died here, the others in the manor would not be able to survive at all!

Just when some purebloods had thrown down their wands and were about to kneel down and beg for mercy, even Lucius himself was considering surrendering.

A burst of black fog suddenly jumped down from the sky!

The next second, the black fog enveloped the entire manor. All wizards on the wizarding horizon who came into contact with the fog instantly felt as if all their strength had been drained out of their bodies. They could not even hold their wands firmly, and just collapsed to the ground!

The second the black fog appeared, Moody reacted.

"Back off! It's the Dark Lord! Back off!"

As if to confirm what he said, the spreading black fog suddenly shrank, and then Voldemort, with a cold face, appeared above Lucius and others!

For his arrival, every wizard on the wizarding horizon showed a nervous expression involuntarily, but even so, no one turned around and ran away immediately.

And the purebloods, those who had not yet thrown down their wands and knelt on the ground to surrender, were suddenly ecstatic! Shouting the name of Voldemort.

Those who had already knelt quickly picked up their wands from the ground and climbed up again, as if the person who had just begged for mercy on the ground was not them at all.

Lucius was even more fortunate, and his body was exhausted and almost fell to the ground.

He knew clearly that as long as Voldemort himself came, their lives would definitely be saved.

After Voldemort showed up in person, he didn't even look down, which also eased the embarrassment of those purebloods who surrendered early, allowing them to pull a fig leaf in their hearts, deceiving themselves that perhaps the betrayal they had done a few seconds ago had not been noticed by their master.

"Do you really think you have won?"

Voldemort's voice was mixed with coldness. When he spoke, he did not look at Moody or anyone in the wizarding world. He just stared at the old man who walked in step by step from outside the manor.

"If we haven't defeated you, we certainly can't be considered to have won."

When they saw Dumbledore coming over, even the tension on Moody's face disappeared.

Dumbledore was their absolute backbone. As long as he was there, no one would be afraid even if they faced Voldemort himself.

"So you think you have me?"

Voldemort opened his mouth. He seemed to be smiling, but there was no hint of a smile. Those cold eyes were just staring at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore shook his head.

"It's not that I think I can defeat you, Riddle. It should be that you can't accept the loss of the British Ministry of Magic. If you don't come forward, then the battle between us will not have time to happen, and the whole of Britain will have returned to its original state. "

Voldemort held the wand in his hand, and everyone on the wizarding line was staring at the wand in his hand. However, even though the atmosphere at the scene was already so tense, there were even corpses of purebloods and Aurors lying on the ground. , but Voldemort still seemed to have no intention of taking action.

"There's a first time, there's a second time, Dumbledore."

"I never deny my past failures, but was it really you who defeated me for the first time?"

"Then why are you so sure I won't be the next one?"

The atmosphere suddenly solidified.

The voices of the two people talking were obviously very calm, but people could still feel the lingering smell of gunpowder in them.

And just when Moody and Lucius thought that a duel worthy of the history of magic was about to begin tonight, Voldemort's voice suddenly sounded again.

"On Christmas night, at the Ministry of Magic, we come to end this war."

Dumbledore looked at him calmly and nodded slightly.

"A very good offer."

After confirming the time and place, Dumbledore waved to Moody and the others. The wizards on the Witch Level understood this and began to retreat slowly, evacuating the Carlo Manor.

The moment Voldemort appeared, their strategic purpose tonight had been achieved.

It seems that Voldemort himself determined the time and place of the duel that will determine the final victory of this war, but in fact this is actually the result of Dumbledore's forcing.

As for why the time is not fixed tonight, it is because no matter it is Dumbledore or Voldemort, there are still some things that they are not fully prepared for.

Early the next morning, Jon could feel Dandy paying him extra attention.

What happened yesterday did not offset his suspicion, because Jon did stay in the Time Hall for too long, and just using the reason of being interested in the time turner cannot really explain the past.

But this time, Jon didn't plan to use the normal method to enter the Time Hall. He left the Department of Mysteries at noon that day. Before leaving, he complained a lot, saying that the life here was boring and boring, and he had to be tortured. Some inexplicable people are hostile, if I had known they would not come in the first place.

Of course Dandy also saw this scene. After watching Jon leave the Department of Mysteries with his own eyes, his inner vigilance relaxed a little.

But in fact, Jon was just pretending. Not long after he left the Department of Mysteries, he immediately put on the invisibility cloak and followed Slughorn back to his office, and then quietly stayed in his office. Quietly waiting for dark.

Because only after dark, the purebloods patrolling here will increase the interval to more than 20 minutes. This gap will be enough for them to have the opportunity to enter the secret room of the Time Hall again and completely check everything inside. .

Darkness soon fell.

After calculating the time when Dandy and his patrol would end, this time Slughorn and Jon came to the Time Hall wearing invisibility cloaks.

The bird-shaped ornament had been repaired by Slughorn last night. The potion used to catalyze the transformation was not complicated. It was certainly easy for a potion master like him.

Take out the egg again and open the door hidden in the wall.

There was no change here from when Jon first came, and Slughorn was the same as when Jon first came in. His eyes immediately focused on the wooden box.

After re-checking that the wooden box was indeed empty, Slughorn turned his attention to the frame that seemed to be missing a mirror.

"Come and confirm whether this thing has magical power or not."

Jon's hand touched the frame, and his eyes lit up.

"Yes! And the magic power in it is very strong, even stronger than the alchemy items I came into contact with in the Time Hall!"

Slughorn heard Jon's words, and as if he was sure of something, he took a deep breath and pointed the wand in his hand at the frame.

"Show yourself."

Under the influence of the spell, the originally simple-looking frame slowly revealed its true appearance!