Chapter 168
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Hua Shui Jun
Chapter 168
"He's not Blake--"
The first person to break the silence was Severus Snape. He looked at the unrecognizable Amosta in a black cloak on the steps across the square, with a gloomy face emitting a chill that could freeze water freeze.
How should I put it, at this moment, even the Aurors such as Kingsley and Dawlish probably have a vague judgment in their hearts. They have dealt with all kinds of criminals all year round, and they have learned from this dark wizard's attire and daring behavior. Sniff out', this guy probably came from that place, but none of them could draw a conclusion with such certainty as Snape.
Dumbledore didn't say anything about Snape's reminder, but it wasn't the kind of calmness that people often see as if he knew everything. He half-closed his eyes, and seemed to be in a state of thinking all the time.
Did Dumbledore see through his disguise?
Amosta on the other side of the square thought about this question in his heart. According to common sense, he has completely disguised the nature of magic power, and he thinks that Dumbledore does not have this ability, but he is not completely sure, in the contemporary wizarding world Here, except for the confident Voldemort, no one dares to say that they can fully see through Albus Dumbledore.
"Albus--"
Kingsley lowered his deep voice, "Whether this person is Black or not, we must catch him, otherwise, the Ministry of Magic will not be able to explain."
"yes--"
A stream of light flashed across the half-moon lens again, covering up the true thoughts of the pair of extremely penetrating blue eyes behind the lens, letting go of some troubled Dumbledore's tall and thin body. So oppressive, and the voice lightens up,
"That is clearly the case."
As he said that, Dumbledore waved his wand lightly, and a rope ghostly appeared in front of Amosta, flexibly wrapping it around him.
boom--
Accompanied by a low and short muffled sound, the pale fire light flashed in the dark air, and Amosta's raised eyebrows and wand slowly fell down. He probably had an idea in his heart, and Dumbledore probably didn't recognize it. Otherwise, he wouldn't use this level of magic to fool people.
The 'low-level' magic in Amosta's senses is not so simple for others. At least, the batters of the Ministry of Magic fell into great shock when they saw this scene!
Because, although they saw Dumbledore waving his wand, they didn't know what he did at all. However, from the subsequent movement, they at least knew that the dark wizard defended Dumbledore's attack!
This is simply incredible!
In the contemporary magical world, it is appalling that someone can actually fight against the great Albus Dumbledore. In everyone's conception, except for the mysterious man who has lost his whereabouts, no wizard should be able to stop him. Under Dumbledore's magic, even Severus Snape couldn't help turning his face sideways and glanced at Dumbledore!
"Jie Jie"
Amosta laughed grimly again, and he stood at the bottom of the stairs with graceful steps, his high-spirited chin revealing an unruly arrogance,
"It turns out that the famous Albus Dumbledore is nothing more than this?"
The ridicule from the unpredictable black wizard made everyone fall into anger. Among the wizards present, not everyone was a 'believer' of Dumbledore, but there was no doubt that Dumbledore was the strongest in their hearts Great wizards, and the sarcasm of the black wizards is undoubtedly a slap in the face on their beliefs!
The irritated crowd did not move Dumbledore's old cheeks a little. He shook his sleeves to reveal the wrist holding the staff, and responded with a pleasant voice with a smile,
"Actually, I've always thought people were judging me a little too flatteringly, and I have to thank you for making them realize that I'm not all-powerful either."
Amosta, whose face was hidden under the hood, rolled his eyes secretly, not wanting to comment on Dumbledore's remarks.
There were a lot of magical reactions on the periphery of the encirclement in Grimmauld Square. At the same time, the neon lights of the Muggle police cars and fire trucks also stagnated and did not try to approach the inner circle. This means that the relevant departments of the Ministry of Magic have already Started to neutralize the influence of his making noise.
Amosta knew that if he hadn't planned to slaughter the entire wizarding world tonight, then now, he should find a way to get himself out.
"Sorry for the trouble I caused you tonight—"
said Amosta in a hoarse voice, nodding politely to Dumbledore and the Ministry strikers,
"If you have no other advice, then I'm leaving now."
"wishful thinking!"
Dawlish, who was in charge of monitoring the overall mission plan of Black's old house, glared fiercely at the dark wizard who made him lose face, and said viciously,
"You can't go anywhere, except Azkaban!"
But except for him, the rest of the people did not move. They just focused their eyes on Dumbledore, who was as tall as a mountain and was staring at the dark wizard intently. He suppressed restless thoughts and waited for Dumbledore to give instructions. .
"Looks like they don't want you to leave, sir—"
Dumbledore said humorously, "I personally hope to find a quiet place to have a drink with you, and have a good chat about your purpose of trying to break into the old house of the Black family."
I had great expectations to kill Black directly tonight, but when I came, I found that Snape, who was not him at all, was thinking about his own thoughts with a sullen face. After hearing Dumbledore's words, he remained motionless, but brought With a suspicious look in his eyes, he turned away.
Find a quiet place to have a drink.
Amosta narrowed his eyes. Did Dumbledore really mean something when he said this? Could it be that he had really seen through his disguise and knew who he was?
According to common sense, this is impossible. Although Dumbledore is powerful, he is not holy. There is no reason why he can see through the magic power of his body that has been disguised so quickly. However, this is also uncertain. No one knows where the limit of the greatest wizard's ability is.
After thinking for a while, Amosta decided to leave as soon as possible. His eyes fell on Fox on Dumbledore's shoulder. This phoenix is not simple. It can freely enter and leave any area where apparition is prohibited. If Dumbledore makes up his mind To catch himself, with the help of this phoenix, he really needs to spend some effort to get out.
"Thank you for your sincere invitation, Mr. Dumbledore, but you still have a lot of troubles to deal with tonight, so I think it's better to change the time--"
Amosta bowed gracefully. In Dumbledore's concentrated eyes, a palpitating evil thought passed through like a cold wind, making all the beaters of the Ministry of Magic shudder. The ground and the air began to shake at the same time, and the restless magic power Like dry firewood without a trace of moisture, and the star sparks sprayed from the tip of Amosta's staff instantly ignited it!
boom!
The ground cracked tens of feet wide cracks out of thin air, including everyone including Dumbledore. Those cracks leading directly to hell suddenly sprayed out a hundred-foot-high pale wall of flames, surging heat and the if there was any sound coming from Fiercefire. The seemingly invisible roar of the beast directly frightened more than half of the employees of the Ministry of Magic to fall to the ground!
The burning sea made the mighty Severus Snape, who had seen Voldemort up close, also show consternation. He subconsciously threw out a few magic spells he was good at, trying to cut through the wall of fire, but those sharp transparent The sharp blade was also swallowed by the rolling fire waves, without any effect.
"You can't handle this, Severus."
Dumbledore, who was also somewhat surprised by this magic, regained his composure. He raised his wand and swung it down neatly, as if a blade of space appeared in the air, directly slashing towards the wall of fire!
(End of this chapter)
"He's not Blake--"
The first person to break the silence was Severus Snape. He looked at the unrecognizable Amosta in a black cloak on the steps across the square, with a gloomy face emitting a chill that could freeze water freeze.
How should I put it, at this moment, even the Aurors such as Kingsley and Dawlish probably have a vague judgment in their hearts. They have dealt with all kinds of criminals all year round, and they have learned from this dark wizard's attire and daring behavior. Sniff out', this guy probably came from that place, but none of them could draw a conclusion with such certainty as Snape.
Dumbledore didn't say anything about Snape's reminder, but it wasn't the kind of calmness that people often see as if he knew everything. He half-closed his eyes, and seemed to be in a state of thinking all the time.
Did Dumbledore see through his disguise?
Amosta on the other side of the square thought about this question in his heart. According to common sense, he has completely disguised the nature of magic power, and he thinks that Dumbledore does not have this ability, but he is not completely sure, in the contemporary wizarding world Here, except for the confident Voldemort, no one dares to say that they can fully see through Albus Dumbledore.
"Albus--"
Kingsley lowered his deep voice, "Whether this person is Black or not, we must catch him, otherwise, the Ministry of Magic will not be able to explain."
"yes--"
A stream of light flashed across the half-moon lens again, covering up the true thoughts of the pair of extremely penetrating blue eyes behind the lens, letting go of some troubled Dumbledore's tall and thin body. So oppressive, and the voice lightens up,
"That is clearly the case."
As he said that, Dumbledore waved his wand lightly, and a rope ghostly appeared in front of Amosta, flexibly wrapping it around him.
boom--
Accompanied by a low and short muffled sound, the pale fire light flashed in the dark air, and Amosta's raised eyebrows and wand slowly fell down. He probably had an idea in his heart, and Dumbledore probably didn't recognize it. Otherwise, he wouldn't use this level of magic to fool people.
The 'low-level' magic in Amosta's senses is not so simple for others. At least, the batters of the Ministry of Magic fell into great shock when they saw this scene!
Because, although they saw Dumbledore waving his wand, they didn't know what he did at all. However, from the subsequent movement, they at least knew that the dark wizard defended Dumbledore's attack!
This is simply incredible!
In the contemporary magical world, it is appalling that someone can actually fight against the great Albus Dumbledore. In everyone's conception, except for the mysterious man who has lost his whereabouts, no wizard should be able to stop him. Under Dumbledore's magic, even Severus Snape couldn't help turning his face sideways and glanced at Dumbledore!
"Jie Jie"
Amosta laughed grimly again, and he stood at the bottom of the stairs with graceful steps, his high-spirited chin revealing an unruly arrogance,
"It turns out that the famous Albus Dumbledore is nothing more than this?"
The ridicule from the unpredictable black wizard made everyone fall into anger. Among the wizards present, not everyone was a 'believer' of Dumbledore, but there was no doubt that Dumbledore was the strongest in their hearts Great wizards, and the sarcasm of the black wizards is undoubtedly a slap in the face on their beliefs!
The irritated crowd did not move Dumbledore's old cheeks a little. He shook his sleeves to reveal the wrist holding the staff, and responded with a pleasant voice with a smile,
"Actually, I've always thought people were judging me a little too flatteringly, and I have to thank you for making them realize that I'm not all-powerful either."
Amosta, whose face was hidden under the hood, rolled his eyes secretly, not wanting to comment on Dumbledore's remarks.
There were a lot of magical reactions on the periphery of the encirclement in Grimmauld Square. At the same time, the neon lights of the Muggle police cars and fire trucks also stagnated and did not try to approach the inner circle. This means that the relevant departments of the Ministry of Magic have already Started to neutralize the influence of his making noise.
Amosta knew that if he hadn't planned to slaughter the entire wizarding world tonight, then now, he should find a way to get himself out.
"Sorry for the trouble I caused you tonight—"
said Amosta in a hoarse voice, nodding politely to Dumbledore and the Ministry strikers,
"If you have no other advice, then I'm leaving now."
"wishful thinking!"
Dawlish, who was in charge of monitoring the overall mission plan of Black's old house, glared fiercely at the dark wizard who made him lose face, and said viciously,
"You can't go anywhere, except Azkaban!"
But except for him, the rest of the people did not move. They just focused their eyes on Dumbledore, who was as tall as a mountain and was staring at the dark wizard intently. He suppressed restless thoughts and waited for Dumbledore to give instructions. .
"Looks like they don't want you to leave, sir—"
Dumbledore said humorously, "I personally hope to find a quiet place to have a drink with you, and have a good chat about your purpose of trying to break into the old house of the Black family."
I had great expectations to kill Black directly tonight, but when I came, I found that Snape, who was not him at all, was thinking about his own thoughts with a sullen face. After hearing Dumbledore's words, he remained motionless, but brought With a suspicious look in his eyes, he turned away.
Find a quiet place to have a drink.
Amosta narrowed his eyes. Did Dumbledore really mean something when he said this? Could it be that he had really seen through his disguise and knew who he was?
According to common sense, this is impossible. Although Dumbledore is powerful, he is not holy. There is no reason why he can see through the magic power of his body that has been disguised so quickly. However, this is also uncertain. No one knows where the limit of the greatest wizard's ability is.
After thinking for a while, Amosta decided to leave as soon as possible. His eyes fell on Fox on Dumbledore's shoulder. This phoenix is not simple. It can freely enter and leave any area where apparition is prohibited. If Dumbledore makes up his mind To catch himself, with the help of this phoenix, he really needs to spend some effort to get out.
"Thank you for your sincere invitation, Mr. Dumbledore, but you still have a lot of troubles to deal with tonight, so I think it's better to change the time--"
Amosta bowed gracefully. In Dumbledore's concentrated eyes, a palpitating evil thought passed through like a cold wind, making all the beaters of the Ministry of Magic shudder. The ground and the air began to shake at the same time, and the restless magic power Like dry firewood without a trace of moisture, and the star sparks sprayed from the tip of Amosta's staff instantly ignited it!
boom!
The ground cracked tens of feet wide cracks out of thin air, including everyone including Dumbledore. Those cracks leading directly to hell suddenly sprayed out a hundred-foot-high pale wall of flames, surging heat and the if there was any sound coming from Fiercefire. The seemingly invisible roar of the beast directly frightened more than half of the employees of the Ministry of Magic to fall to the ground!
The burning sea made the mighty Severus Snape, who had seen Voldemort up close, also show consternation. He subconsciously threw out a few magic spells he was good at, trying to cut through the wall of fire, but those sharp transparent The sharp blade was also swallowed by the rolling fire waves, without any effect.
"You can't handle this, Severus."
Dumbledore, who was also somewhat surprised by this magic, regained his composure. He raised his wand and swung it down neatly, as if a blade of space appeared in the air, directly slashing towards the wall of fire!
(End of this chapter)
