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This fluctuation was very wrong, and while Voldemort felt the pressure, there was also a vaguely familiar feeling.

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

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

Sherlock has been preparing for this time since Draco looked for him early on the first day.

He knew very well that Voldemort's plans were wrong, and naturally he was properly prepared.

Even if the remnant soul in the ring is directly used for stitching, even if it can improve Sherlock's strength, it will never be enough to crush Voldemort.

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

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

It's just like the transformation time limit in the special film, Sherlock can only maintain this state for an extremely short time.

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

The next moment, Sherlock was suspended in the air without the help of any magic spell.

He has experienced this wonderful state three times, and it feels like, as long as he is in the space where the magic can be radiated, he is the master of everything!

Voldemort's wild face began to darken.

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

Obviously, he didn't pick up the wand at all, and the wands that were floating around under his control had all fallen to the ground.

But Voldemort felt threatened in all directions.

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

Instead of sitting still, the moment he noticed something was wrong, Voldemort turned into a black fog.

He rose from the ground, and while the other Death Eaters and Aurors on the surrounding battlefields were shifting the battle from the sky to the ground, Voldemort chose to lift off.

Of course, Sherlock wouldn't let him get out of his magical control like this.

He seemed to have become the master of gravity, and there was no way the ground could restrain him. While Voldemort turned into a black fog and flew into the sky, Sherlock himself rose into the sky.

He didn't swing his staff or cast a spell, just a slight thought, and then he snapped his fingers.

A silent petrification spell was cast out instantly.

Without the appearance of any light beam, it turned into gas, and Voldemort, who was floating in the sky, suddenly felt a sudden stiffness in his body.

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

Because the black mist made his body no longer become an entity, many conventional spells were not effective on him.

But even if the impact is not big, Voldemort is still shocked by the means used now.

This kind of spellcasting method can be said to be completely unheard of for him!

Even if his strength is at his level, he can already cast spells silently and without sticks at the cost of reducing some of the power of the spell, and there are traces of the spells cast.

The only thing that the spell has changed is the method of release. The essence of the spell is still the beam of magic.

Sherlock directly changed the shape of the spell, and while using magic, he could directly affect the target he wanted to affect!

Even if Voldemort tried to break his head, he couldn't imagine what kind of thing would make Sherlock complete the earth-shaking changes in such a short period of time.

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

When he felt that his life was threatened, Voldemort's only thought was to escape!

Although he had a Horcrux, he was an immortal being, but he had already experienced the feeling of dying once. If he were to continue that experience, Voldemort would of course be unwilling.

And he also knew very well what would happen if he was killed by Sherlock in such a situation.

So running away is Voldemort's wisest choice now!

But of course Sherlock wouldn't let him do it.

The black fog moved very fast in the sky, and Sherlock was no less inferior. He kept pulling the distance between himself and Voldemort, so that he could never get out of the scope 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 fire spell directly from the center of the black fog that Voldemort had turned into!

The crimson red light ignited in the center of the black fog!

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

"Shameless!"

"You have the face to tell me shameless?"

The next second that Li Huo ignited in Voldemort's body, he stopped his running figure, and at the same time, the black mist condensed, forming his figure in black robe in mid-air, and then pointed his wand at his own body, Do not hesitate to use the unlocking spell.

Sherlock naturally didn't give up such a good opportunity, he snapped his fingers again!

Countless invisible sharp blades formed in the air, and in an instant they cut through the shackles of space, and they were about to slash down towards Voldemort's body!

Voldemort's noseless face was full of hideousness.

However, Sherlock's Shenfeng Wuying was blocked by a transparent mask in front of him. Although the spell had an impact on his Iron Armor spell, both Sherlock and Voldemort could feel it. Now Xia The spells used by Locke are obviously much weaker than those just now!

"Your state is temporary!"

Voldemort's voice became frantic and excited again.

After procrastinating for enough time, he finally found the problem with Sherlock!

Sherlock himself had already felt that the omnipotent feeling in his body was fading. He frowned slightly, and then he didn't hesitate at all. Instead of running after Voldemort, he turned around and fell to the ground.

The form was reversed in an instant.

After realizing that Sherlock ended that terrifying state, of course Voldemort would not miss this opportunity.

He immediately changed from the escaping party to the chasing party, and Sherlock began to run around on the ground again in embarrassment.

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!

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And just outside the battle between Sherlock and Voldemort, there are several clearly special places.

The battle between the two witches, Bella and Shilk, is not conspicuous on this large-scale battlefield, but it is extraordinarily dangerous.

The most loyal servant under Voldemort, Bella seems to only be able to use three types of spells, the Unforgivable Curse.

And the only thing she released on Shilk was the death curse!

This kind of death-in-the-middle spell does not have any magical solution other than evading it with physical objects, but Shilk can always guess exactly the second that Bella's spell is used, like an unpredictable prophet. The direction she was aiming at.

Then the body naturally evaded in the opposite position, and then counterattacked.

"I think I recognize who you are!" Bella barely escaped a stun spell from Shilk, but her black hair with big waves was not so lucky to avoid it, and a large part of her was scorched by the spell.

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

"Eddie Butler! That's your father, isn't it? It was reported in the Daily Prophet the day after I killed him that he still has a daughter alive, and I've seen pictures of you as a child!"

Silke was expressionless, she didn't have any intention to respond to Bella's words, she just raised the wand in her hand and chanted a spell.

"Shen Feng has no shadow."

The spell invented by Snape was naturally taught to her by Sherlock, and of course the founder himself would have no objection to it.

The invisible blade collided violently with the iron armor spell Bella had just cast in front of her. After Shilk's spell shattered the iron armor curse, there was no way to cause more damage to her.

"You hate me, little girl, after all, your father died in my hands like that!"

Bella's sharp laughter sounded, but Shilk was not affected by her at all. Before she raised her wand and used the Death-Slaying Charm, she had already felt the position of her spell's release, and then had enough time to react and dodge.

The feeling of not having a single spell hit from the beginning to the end was very bad, which made Bella's mood not as good as she showed.

That's why she kept using some words to stimulate Shilk, trying to change her mentality and find some flaws.

But Shilk never gave any response to her words from beginning to end, and the only sound that came out was the sound of incantation.

"Thunderbolt explosion."

The timing she seized this time was very clever. It happened to be when Bella's life-threatening spell was just emptied, and she was sarcastic without applying any protection to herself.

The area damage of the explosion spell caused a very impressive effect.

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

Now she can't laugh anymore, her face has become extremely gloomy, but before she can look at Shilk with her malicious eyes, the next spell seems to have guessed the position of her dodge in advance, and it explodes At the same time as the curse sounded, it also blocked the voice of Shilk chanting the curse, so Bella did not have the slightest warning in advance!

The bright red spell hit Bella's body directly!

In the next second, her whole body was completely petrified on the spot. Except for the facial features above the neck, all other parts of her body could not move!

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

Bella's hysterical cry seemed to pierce people's eardrums.

But Shilk didn't even look at her after confirming that his spell had hit.

She lowered her wand, and a beautiful smile appeared on that face that rarely showed strong emotions.

"As you all said, my feeling has always been accurate."

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

"Where is my son!"

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

Lupin calmly looked at this most pampered wizard who always called himself a nobleman among wizards, and could clearly see that he actually had no desire to fight.

"He is safe and sound, and is now having afternoon tea with the little girl under the care of the elf."

Hearing Draco's message, Lucius' face became calmer, but he still asked through gritted teeth.

"What did you do to him?"

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

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

"Do you really understand him, or do you just impose your understanding on him?"

Lupin's words completely silenced Lucius.

He just stood there, looking out of place with the surrounding scene where the spells were flying all over the sky.

Lupin also likes to think so. He and Sirius have a different mentality. Humans are complex creatures~www.NovelMTL.com~ For some people, you can't just define good or bad.

And at the same time when various situations on the battlefield are changing rapidly.

Sherlock has also come to the big snake named Nagini.

It was fighting with Tonks, and the thick snake skin helped it resist the influence of most spells, and when Sherlock came to it, it also quickly changed the target of its prey and opened up to Sherlock. Big mouth, as if wanting to help his master.

Seeing it rushing over, in Voldemort's eyes, Sherlock was uncharacteristically unwilling to dodge, so he took a step ahead of Nagini and reached out to touch the surface of its scales!

A wave that was exactly the same as what appeared on Sherlock just now radiated from him again!

Nagini's entire snake was stunned on the spot as if it had been sucked out of its soul!

Looking at the situation in front of him, and the breath so familiar, if Voldemort can't guess what Sherlock has used to improve his strength so much in such a short period of time, then he can completely turn his head Take it off and kick the ball!

"How dare you! You are using my soul!"

The anger on Voldemort's face was not fake. He really never imagined that his Horcrux would actually become a supplement for others to improve their strength!

So 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 Horcrux has been completely cleaned up!