Spotted By Grindelwald And Went To Hogwarts Chapter 555: The trap of time

,!

The blue flames danced happily out of the protection of the magic flames. They ignored the resistance of the green flames, squeezed in forcefully, and then covered them to become another new line of words.

The same letters are still used, but the meaning is completely different.

mrtomadildolover (Mr Tom is a **** lover)

Voldemort, who was hugged by his subordinates, immediately made a resentful and trembling voice: "How dare you!"

Shawn spread his hands indifferently: "You really have no sense of humor, Mr. Riddle."

The people around them all lowered their heads and did not dare to look at the sentence that Sean had corrected. It seemed that Voldemort had quite a bad reputation among this group of people.

Voldemort's voice was dry and weak, but the spite and viciousness in it could not be erased.

"Wallop, everything about you disgusts me--"

"That's really my honor~" Sean in the circle of fire bowed politely and replied casually.

He is observing his surroundings.

What is certain is that he did come to Little Hangleton Village, which is the area where Gaunt's old house is located. Voldemort's biological father, old Tom Riddle, is buried in the public cemetery next to the church here.

The last time he came here was at the end of the second grade...

Sean casually glanced twice, and some shadow worms crawled out of his trousers under the cover of the fire, and then quietly blended into the shadows and squirmed around.

Besides the chunky figure holding Voldemort, there were dozens of figures surrounding him.

Moreover, with Sean's eyesight, it can be seen that most of the people here seem to be standing on the ground, but they are actually floating—this means that most of the people here are half-ghosts, and they are important members of the returnees.

Based on my past experience, I can understand that not all returnees are ghosts, but ghosts basically have a relatively high status in this organization - most of them are famous wizards or grandparents of pure-blood families who have died for a long time.

Most of the living members of the returnees are descendants of pure-blood families. They undertake the task of walking in the world, and their status is relatively low. Of course, their status is also directly related to the status of their ghost ancestors in the returnees.

Now, this group of returnees who are not low in the organization surrounded Voldemort and surrounded themselves...

It seems that the other party values ​​me very much. In addition, Voldemort seems to be valued quite a lot. Last time Leon Schneider tried to get "the blood of the enemy" from him. After the plan failed, there is still today's trap waiting for him.

Although, I stepped into this trap voluntarily...

However, this is not the point, the point is the people who can really threaten themselves.

Sean felt the magic power carefully. After dealing with the criminals so many times, he learned the magic that can temporarily suppress the magic power of the criminals.

It seems that there is no guilt container, not even silence... The little guy in my body didn't issue a warning, which means that the other party didn't even bring the mouth of silence...

It's a bit strange, Voldemort knew that there was silence in me, and he didn't come here with the mouth of silence...

The flash of thought was only for a moment. On the other side, Voldemort didn't seem to be in a hurry to make a move, even though he was held in his arms like a waste.

"Wallop, you are the same as always."

"Both Professor Dumbledore and Mr. Grindelwald have told me that people must maintain their true self. I am very glad that I have done this-well, do you need me to teach you?" Sean said with a smile.

His purpose this time is to capture Voldemort alive, so the opponent's delay can provide him with more observation space-of course, all of this is based on his own safety, and Sean has already taken the card from George Weiss in his hand.

Once there is any abnormality, he will directly leave the scene without giving the opponent any chance.

"Sharp mouth, Wallep, I look forward to tearing that mouth of yours." Voldemort suppressed his anger.

"I'm also looking forward to it, but can you wash your hands before doing this? I have a slight cleanliness." When it comes to poisonous tongue, Sean has never lost.

"I hope you can laugh in the future too—" Voldemort's voice was extremely cold.

This sentence seemed to be a signal, and all the returnees around slowly approached Xiao En's magic flame protection.

Shawn frowned slightly. The returnees were just troublesome. As ghost bodies, they would not be harmed by most of the spells. Even the magic flame protection developed by Grindelwald, whether it was Fiendfire or the Scarlet Loyalty Curse, would not harm ghosts.

The Killing Curse he has upgraded can solve the opponent, but if possible, he doesn't want to expose it now-if he faces an important person among the returnees later, this will be his key method.

The basilisk remains in the ring, and there is only another spell that can deal with the returnees—the gaze of nothingness, but the developer of this spell is right in front of him now...

My goal is still Voldemort, I can ignore other people, I don't want to wipe them all out, I don't have the ability now...

But the trap in front of him is a bit crude. If Reinhardt didn't lie to himself, the other party should have the means to enter the mirror space-at this time, according to their expectations, their sister Ella should be in the mirror space alone and helpless.

Voldemort did not show the posture he should have as a hostage, which is not in line with his character-either Reinhardt lied to himself, but the possibility of this is very small, or Reinhardt or Dumbledore received fake news, or the returnees on both sides have instant contact means, and they know that the plan against Ayla has not succeeded.

Of course, there is the last possibility. Voldemort doesn't know about this plan. Kidnapping Ayla has other functions...

Why did Voldemort think so many people could catch him? This guy has seen what [Arrogance] looks like when he wakes up. If I get to that point, none of them can survive, whether you are a ghost or a second-generation Dark Lord who is eager to be resurrected.

If I didn't transform into a giant, although I don't have such strong magic power to deal with everyone, it is not difficult for me to escape-judging from the current situation, I don't even need to use the card from George Weiss.

Where did Voldemort get his confidence...

Shawn held up his wand, observing the formation surrounded by the returnees, and at the same time continuously released shadow worms to obtain more information.

A guy in the front with a black hood seemed to be unable to bear it anymore. He flicked his wand, and a burst of red light came.

This spell became a signal to attack. Everyone present raised their wands and launched an attack on the monstrous magic flame.

Sean didn't fight back, he let the magic spell hit the blue magic flame, feeling the opponent's strength silently.

As I expected, whether the returnees present are ghosts or living people, they all have at least the strength of Aurors. After two rounds of magic spells, Xiao En's magic flame protection has begun to stretch out flames towards the sky-this is a sign that the magic flames are gradually unable to absorb the magic spell.

In four more rounds at most, my magic flame will turn into a fire dragon to launch the final attack, although this attack has no effect on most of the returnees...

However, the cemetery in this area will be completely destroyed by my magic flame, which also includes the remains of old Tom Riddle - although there are not real bones inside.

But Voldemort, who didn't know this, couldn't let the flames rage. If he wanted to be resurrected, he had to use his father's bone—could he have kept it long ago?

He had many thoughts, and Xiao En, who was a little confused about the other party's thoughts, decided to take the initiative.

He stared at a returnee in the crowd who was not a ghost, and at the moment when the flames burst in front of him and blocked his vision, a spell roared out.

Something happened that Xiao En didn't expect. Although his spell was blocked by flames and his speed was extremely fast, the opponent was not weak either. He should at least show a blocking or dodging action.

But that person didn't seem to notice Sean's spell at all, and didn't make any moves!

What's going on... Sean frowned subconsciously.

The curse roared away, without even hitting any light from the returnee, the target was close at hand!

However, at the moment when the spell was about to hit, an extremely strong sense of emotion surged into Sean's heart, as if the person who was about to be hit by the spell he issued was himself!

The returnee finally raised his head, and the mouth exposed under the hood raised a sinister arc.

A small crystal bottle was hung around his neck, and there was a golden spot of light flickering in the bottle. It seemed to be a fragment of something—it was that thing that caused Sean's heartache.

However, the curse could no longer be taken back. Sean tried to use his strong will to change the trajectory of the curse, but the curse shot out like an arrow had left the county. How could it be so easy to change the trajectory?

Sean's efforts only had a little effect, the spell was slightly deflected, and instead of hitting the crystal bottle, it hit the target's shoulder.

That terrifying heartbeat surged up crazily, and Sean felt like his heart had been hit hard with a hammer!

A wave of fluctuation spread out, and Xiao En was extremely familiar with the wave!

Yes...it is the fluctuation of time accident! If you change the concept, this fluctuation can almost be regarded as a glance of the world's will!

Although this fluctuation is extremely weak, it cannot be compared with the fluctuation caused by Grindelwald, but... How is it possible, how could my spell cause such an effect... What the **** is that!

With a few drops of sweat dripping from his forehead, Sean looked at the crystal bottle in disbelief. The golden light in the bottle trembled violently when Sean's spell hit the target, like a falling star. It was because of this tremor that time fluctuated.

At this time, Voldemort's extremely hearty laughter rang out, and the subordinate who was holding him slowly turned around so that Sean could see him.

It is not much different from the image in my impression, a shriveled, disgusting, shrunken baby with no nostrils, only a sinister and cheerful snake boy.

Voldemort waved his hand, and the returner's attack temporarily stopped, and he let out a piercing laugh: "Oh, oh, oh—Wallep, I like your expression."

Sean didn't speak, just kept scanning. He found that everyone present was wearing the same crystal bottle, and golden light flashed on everyone's chest.

His hand was already on the card from George Weiss, and the joke he had prepared a long time ago was about to blurt out.

This situation is not what I expected, so I can't continue to entangle.

Just as he was about to escape, Voldemort sneered: "Want to run, Wallep? I advise you not to... Your dear teacher, Mr. Grindelwald, probably doesn't want you to run away either?"

Speaking, the two returnees crazily rushed into Xiao En's magic flame, and they also wore that kind of crystal bottle.

There was a tragic cry, the two people were not ghost bodies, and they couldn't escape the damage of the magic flame—but, the two waves trembled across the world again.

Sean's heartache can't be eliminated at all.

Besides, those two people did not know what magic spell they used before turning into ashes, and the magic flame was separated into a cluster, and then floated in front of Voldemort.

"Do you still want to run, Wallop?"

Voldemort sneered, and immediately the returnees gathered in front of the cluster of magic flames, and raised their crystal bottles.

Sean lowered his eyes, hiding the coldness in his eyes.

That unknown thing can react with my own magic power to cause time fluctuations. If it's just that, it's okay. After all, the fluctuations are very weak and can't cause time accidents, and the feeling of anxiety caused seems to be only aimed at me, and I can break free from this feeling-but! Today just so happens to be Grindelwald's two-in-one day!

Grindelwald is already at a critical point of melting time. If there are more time fluctuations, the will of the world will notice the fire that should be hidden in the curtain because of these fireflies!

The date of the last competition is the same as the date when Grindelwald merged into one. Although I have divined out Grindelwald's location through unstable coins, no one knows—but the other party doesn't need to know, just need to be able to influence it.

Time fluctuations ignore distance and location...

Some part of Trelawney's prophecy must have been spread~IndoMTL.com~The other party lacks some key information, but they have judged the key content-time has something to do with Grindelwald...

As Sean thought, Voldemort smiled happily: "Originally, this plan didn't need to be so troublesome—Wallep, you can always just block our way forward, but unfortunately, you are not tall enough, and there are too many gaps exposed."

"This is the end of the matter, so it's okay to tell you—that idiot Trelawney, her talent has been wasted too much, she spent so much time and energy, her prophecy can only be transmitted intermittently, and you intercepted part of it—fortunately, we have many prophets here."

"Ha——" he laughed, "The time accident was indeed related to Grindelwald. Although we don't know what exactly happened, we got a revelation from the prophecy—today is the most critical day for Grindelwald and time."

"That old coward is well hidden, though—but that's okay, we've got you, Wallop!"

"Come on, come on, it's time for you to make a choice! Stand here and let me slaughter you, or choose to give up your dear teacher?"

Voldemort laughed wildly.