Volume 7: A World with Bad Consequences Chapter 480 Mirror
Amycus led his men out of the utility room cautiously.
In less than ten minutes, they saw four Wu Pingxian teams passing by them. This was a perfect opportunity!
“Life or death depends on this one chance! I know some of your family members 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, when faced with the choice between life and death, the purebloods following him knew very well how to make the choice.
So, this team of purebloods launched a charge. They found the weakest point in the wizard line. As long as they could get out of the anti-apparition range, they would survive!
At first, their operation went very smoothly.
The innermost encirclement of the Wuping Line indeed failed to stop them. Amycus and his men only encountered a small Wuping Line team on the way. That team did not have the slightest intention of obstructing them and let them out easily.
This phenomenon made them even more excited. They believed that as long as the innermost encirclement could be broken through, even if there were still enemies outside, they would be vulnerable to them.
After that, it was exactly as they had imagined. They did not encounter any effective obstruction or attack until they ran completely out of the manor building and came to the grass.
It seemed as if all the wizards on the Wizarding Horizon were attracted by the movements of Lucius and his companions.
However, just as they excitedly climbed over the collapsed wall and planned to rush out of the wilderness.
In the dark night, countless figures in white robes emerged from the wheat fields and surrounded the entire manor!
Amycus froze in place, and everyone around him raised their wands in panic.
Lily, who was the commander of the second wave of support team, just looked coldly at the dozen or so pure-bloods who had just run out of the manor. She didn't say anything, but just waved her hand.
The next moment, the interwoven red and green lights illuminated the entire night sky!
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Lucius had no idea how far they had advanced.
It could be ten meters, or twenty meters, or thirty meters, but it was definitely not more than fifty meters, because before they even crossed the small open-air square, more than eight groups had surrounded them.
There are two teams of six people in a group, which means that there are about fifty people gathered here. This is completely different from the scene they had imagined at the beginning!
The number of people involved in Wu Pingxian's operation this time was far beyond the expectations of all of them, and the density of the sweep in the manor was definitely not just 20 meters apart, otherwise it would be impossible to gather so many people in such a short time.
The increase in the number of people on the Wuping line was far from stopping, and it was still increasing continuously, but the number of people around Lucius was constantly decreasing!
Not only in terms of numbers, but also in terms of strength, the purebloods are far inferior to these wizards at the wizard level, which has made Lucius completely desperate.
Faced with such an attack, they had no way of escaping, and if they died here, the others who were currently in the manor would not be able to survive!
Just when some pure-bloods had already dropped their wands and were about to kneel down and beg for mercy, even Lucius himself was considering surrendering.
A black mist suddenly jumped down from the sky!
The next second, black fog enveloped the entire manor. Any wizard on the Witch Horizon who came into contact with the fog felt as if all their strength was drained from their bodies. They couldn't even hold their wands firmly and collapsed to the ground!
The moment 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!
At his arrival, every wizard on the Wizarding Horizon couldn't help but reveal a nervous expression, but even so, no one turned around and ran away immediately.
The purebloods who had not yet dropped their wands and knelt on the ground in surrender were suddenly ecstatic and shouted Voldemort's name.
Those who had already knelt down picked up their wands from the ground with incredible speed and got up again, as if the person who had just begged for mercy on the ground was not them at all.
Lucius was so relieved that he almost fell to the ground due to exhaustion.
He knew clearly that as long as Voldemort himself came, their lives would definitely be saved.
After Voldemort showed up in person, it seemed as if he didn't even look down, which eased the embarrassment of the purebloods who surrendered early, allowing them to pull up a fig leaf in their hearts, deceiving themselves that perhaps their behavior of betrayal in the previous few seconds had not been noticed by their master.
"Do you really think you have won?"
Voldemort's voice was mixed with coldness. While he was speaking, he did not look at Moody, nor did he look at anyone else in the wizarding world. He just stared at the old man who walked in step by step from outside the manor.
"We certainly can't say we've won without defeating you."
When they saw Dumbledore approaching, even the tension on Moody and the others' faces disappeared.
Dumbledore is their absolute backbone. As long as he is there, no one will be afraid even if they face Voldemort himself.
"So you think you have me in your hands?"
Voldemort opened his mouth, as if he was smiling, but there was no sense of smile at all. His cold eyes were just staring at Dumbledore.
Dumbledore shook his head.
"It's not that I think I can defeat you, Riddle. It's probably because you can't accept the loss of the British Ministry of Magic. If you don't show up, the battle between us will not happen in time, and the whole of Britain will have returned to its original state."
Voldemort held the wand in his hand, and everyone on the Wizarding Horizon was staring at the wand in his hand. But even though the atmosphere was so tense, and even the bodies of pure-bloods and Aurors were lying on the ground, Voldemort still seemed to have no intention of taking action.
"What happened once will happen again, Dumbledore."
"I never deny my past failures, but were you really the one who defeated me the first time?"
"Then why are you so sure that I won't be the next one?"
The atmosphere suddenly froze.
The two people spoke in calm voices, but one could still feel the lingering smell of gunpowder.
Just when both Moody and Lucius thought that a duel that would set the record for the best in magical history was about to begin tonight, Voldemort's voice suddenly rang out again.
"We will end this war on Christmas Eve at the British Ministry of Magic."
Dumbledore looked at him calmly and nodded slightly.
“That’s a very good suggestion.”
After confirming the time and place, Dumbledore waved to Moody and the others. The wizards on the Wizarding Horizon understood what he meant and began to slowly retreat and evacuate Carrow Manor.
The moment Voldemort appeared, their strategic goal for the night had been achieved.
It seemed that Voldemort himself determined the time and place of the duel that would determine the final victory of the war, but in fact, this was completely the result of Dumbledore's coercion.
As for why the time is not determined to be tonight, it is because both Dumbledore and Voldemort have some things that are not fully prepared.
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The next morning, Jon could feel that Dandy was paying extra attention .
What happened yesterday did not dispel his suspicions, because Jon did stay in the Time Hall for too long, and the reason that he was interested in the time converter could not really explain it.
However, this time, Jon did not plan to enter the Time Hall in a normal way. He left the Department of Mysteries at noon that day. Before leaving, he complained a lot, saying that life here was boring and that he was hostile to some inexplicable people. If he had known this, he would not have come here in the first place.
Of course, this scene was also seen by Dandy. After watching John leave the Department of Mysteries with his own eyes, he relaxed his vigilance a little.
But in fact, Jon was just pretending. Not long after he left the Department of Mysteries, he immediately put on his invisibility cloak and followed Slughorn back to his office. Then he waited quietly in his office for dark.
Because only after dark, the purebloods patrolling here will increase the interval time to more than 20 minutes, so that they have enough time to have the opportunity to enter the secret room in the Time Hall again and check everything inside thoroughly again.
Night fell quickly.
Having calculated the time when Dandy and his team's patrol would end, Slughorn and John came to the Time Hall together wearing invisibility cloaks.
The bird-shaped ornament had been repaired by Slughorn last night. The potion that catalyzed Transfiguration was not complicated and was certainly easy for him, a master of potions.
Take out the egg again and open the door hidden in the wall.
There was no change here from the first time Jon came here, and Slughorn, like when Jon first came in, immediately fixed his eyes on the wooden box.
After rechecking that the wooden box was indeed empty, Slughorn turned his attention to the mirror frame that seemed to be missing.
"Come and confirm once whether this thing has any magical power or not."
Jon's hand touched the frames, and his eyes lit up.
"Yes! And the magic power is very strong, stronger than the alchemical items I touched in the Hall of Time!"
Slughorn heard what Jon said, as if he had confirmed something. He took a deep breath and pointed the wand in his hand at the frame.
"Appear."
Under the influence of the spell, the originally simple-looking frame slowly revealed its original true appearance!
