Voldemort floated above the sky, and the black mist enveloped him like a servant, staring at Sherlock with a cold gaze.

"You are very talented. Such soul magic can allow you to use it to this level. Looking at the entire history of magic, you can't find a second one. Even your stupid mother, the magic you created by yourself may not be as good as you in terms of use."

"If you are willing to be my servant, I may be able to give you a chance to live."

Sherlock covered his arms that were no longer bleeding for the time being, and he looked up at Voldemort with a sneer.

"Who do you think of me? Barty Crouch Jr.? Without saying anything else, what kind of person will surrender to the enemy who killed his relatives?"

Voldemort shook his head, he did look a little regretful.

"That's a pity."

He didn't say much nonsense and waved his wand again.

It was still the unforgivable death curse, and the dark green beam shot straight towards Sherlock.

The wand that had been lost a lot, and the physical strength of Sherlock was almost exhausted, it seemed much more difficult to avoid the life-seeking curse of the rising and falling Demort.

He gasped violently, looking at the black fog like a black cloud over his head, and he couldn't help but think of the bad prophecy that Shilk said to him not long ago.

Today, he is probably in great danger.

......

After drinking the bottle of Fuling Supplement Sherlock gave her at the beginning of the semester, Shilk once again struggled to open the light golden pupil that had been extremely dim and stared at the stone pier.

There was still a replay of the scene. Without paying attention to other unnecessary scenes, she stared at the dark night. The man in a gray robe walked to the stone pier.

Shilk seemed to have returned to that night and became the only bystander on the scene.

The vision in front of her was clearer than the previous two times, and she could clearly see that the man in gray robe raised the wand in his hand, aiming at the three-strong cup placed here, carefully portraying obscure magic patterns.

Shilk had never attended any magic academy. She learned all her magic knowledge since she was a child in the Mysterious Things Department of the Ministry of Magic of Germany. In some magic, she is definitely much more proficient in some magic than most wizards from the academy. But in the same way, her magic knowledge is too single.

Just like the magic pattern engraved on the Three Strong Cup, she couldn't understand it at all.

But even if she couldn't understand, she could not blink all of her eyes.

Two hours passed from her back-tracking perspective, but in reality, only five minutes passed.

Dumbledore naturally discovered the current situation of Shilk. He did not speak out to disturb her, but just looked at her light golden eyes that were bleeding like tears, and her brows became tighter and tighter.

He was not the only one who noticed that Shilk was wrong. Professor McGonagall, Mrs. Weasley and others on the side also saw that her condition was very poor now, but they didn't dare to speak casually, for fear that the time for disturbing was wrong and delaying what she was doing now.

Just as Shilk's eyes became more and more empty, and the blood flowing out of his eye sockets had already slid down her cheeks to her collar, and the robe was covered with blood, Dumbledore could finally stop trying to interrupt her self-harm.

Shilk also ended this time backtrack.

She collapsed weakly. Fortunately, Professor McGonagall and Mrs. Weasley next to her immediately supported her body so that she would not fall to the ground.

Shilk stretched out his slightly trembling hand, used his magic wand to depict the most critical magic pattern circuits engraved by the man in the gray robe on the stronghold cup in the air, and said with great effort to open his pale lips.

"This is the magic pattern drawn by that man when he made the door key."

Dumbledore looked at the lines and his frown suddenly stretched out, and he said to Professor McGonagall in a hurry.

"You take her to find Mrs. Pomfrey."

Then he stretched out his arm, and Phoenix Fox waved his wings on his arm, and the golden stream of light flowed between its feathers.

"Are you interested in going with me now, Connelly?"

He looked at Foggy and said something like he was using questions, but in fact, his arm was already on Foggy's shoulder.

Fudge had a reluctant smile on his face. Just as he was about to say no, he and Dumbledore were together, and the two were flashing in a golden light, and then disappeared at Hogwarts at the same time.

At the same time, Dumbledore and Fudge suddenly appeared in the Auror Command of the Ministry of Magic.

From Shilk, I learned the exact location where Sherlock was teleported away. Dumbledore did not choose to go there as soon as possible, but took Fudge to the Ministry of Magic first.

At this time, the Auror's office was still brightly lit. Even if it was already time to get off work, there were still a large number of Aurors gathering here. This is normal in normal times, and no one doubted the special phenomenon.

The place where Dumbledore and the others appeared was in front of Rufus Sclinger, the witch who had been the chief of Auror for nearly twenty years.

The first time he saw Dumbledore, he stood up from the chair with a serious expression.

"So, there will be a special action tonight?"

"If I appear here, it means that things have reached the worst situation." Dumbledore said calmly, "Now you can summon all the Aurors."

When Fudge first discovered that he was being brought to the Ministry of Magic, he breathed a sigh of relief.

But when he heard the brief conversation between Sclinger and Dumbledore, his body suddenly became tense.

Fudge, who was always suspicious of Dumbledore's plan to take on his position as minister, thought of the first thing that Sclinger and Dumbledore had cooperated!

It is very likely that the incident tonight is a conspiracy planned by Dumbledore!

He widened his eyes, looked at Sclinger and Dumbledore, and asked sternly.

"What do you want to do when you summon Aurors? Without the authority of the minister, even if you are the director of the Aurors' office, you can only summon one-fifth of the standing staff!"

Dumbledore said softly with a calm face.

"The Minister will act with us tonight, so, to assemble all the Aurors, which is in line with the rules and the law."

"What are you talking nonsense! I didn't agree to your actions! I don't know where you are going now! What exactly do you want to do! Dumbledore!"

His shouting received no response. The Aurors, who had been in preparation for the long time, gathered in less than five minutes.

Then, Sclinger, Dumbledore and the hostage Minister of Magic Fudge led 85% of the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic to leave the Ministry of Magic.
Chapter completed!