Chapter 437 The Third Party Force
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Rui Chen 3499
The sky was as white as a fish belly, and the first ray of sunlight directly hitting the earth had just emerged, and they were cautiously probing.
After the statistics of the staff of the Ministry of Magic, the number of casualties was finally determined.
Except at the beginning of the turmoil, due to the stampede, some wizards suffered fractures and broken legs, and there were no more serious casualties.
For wizards, if they want to treat injuries of the level of fractures and broken legs, the most they can do is take out the bones and add a glass of bone life spirit.
Dumbledore stood on the hillside, looking up slightly to the front.
There was a dilapidated tent with a flag fluttering in the wind on top of it. Although half of it had been burned, it could still be seen that it was Beauxbaton's flag.
He took out the golden notebook from his pocket. The notebook looked a little dull, as if something was missing.
After the morning class, Conno came to Dumbledore, pointed to the notebook and said, "What's the matter? Riddle still hasn't come back? I remember he was full of confidence back then."
"Maybe something happened." Dumbledore sighed for a long time. "The plan can't keep up with the changes. You have controlled the Death Eaters. Tom has no choice but to escape by himself."
"This creates another situation—Tom and Riddle will face off directly. Without any help, their outcome is hard to say."
Connor shook his head and said, "If you judge according to the number of Voldemort's Horcruxes, I think that if the two fight in a duel, Riddle is more likely to win!"
Before Dumbledore could speak, Riddle's voice suddenly sounded, "I failed your high expectations, I'm really sorry."
A golden light appeared in front of the golden notebook in the blink of an eye, and Riddle's figure looked a little ethereal.
"It seems that not only did you lose, but you were also seriously injured!" Kong Nuo could tell at a glance that Riddle's condition was very bad.
"There is a third-party force!" Riddle snorted coldly, his brows were full of resignation, "This kind of opportunity is unique, and he and I are completely soul fragments."
"The competition is the most basic quality and strength of the soul! I have actually relied on the "Queen Heart Sutra" to suppress him, and started tearing his soul apart."
"As long as I can continue to assimilate, it only takes a week at most, and I can completely get that name! And I can also get his soul!"
"Third party forces? Do you know who they are?" Dumbledore interjected.
Riddle answered Dumbledore's question very unconventionally, "I don't know! Those people should have gotten relevant information from the escaped Death Eaters."
"If it wasn't for those people who provided magic power to strengthen him, I wouldn't have been devoured with a small piece of my soul, if it wasn't for those people who disrupted the situation!"
"Is that so..." Dumbledore murmured, paced back and forth but remained silent.
Riddle hadn't succeeded yet, so he was also anxious, and quickly asked, "Why did you only say half of what you said? Do you know them?"
"When I went to Edinburgh for business some time ago, I also encountered strange things." Dumbledore said slowly while thinking.
"A group of Yin corpses who are not afraid of attacking magic, coupled with extremely flexible bodies that can pass through the Iron Armor Curse, launched an attack on us."
"Do you think there is a connection between them?" Riddle immediately asked.
Dumbledore shook his head, "This is just my guess, there is no way to say things without evidence."
"The last time the attack was aimed at me, I could feel it; but this time you were attacked, I think they aimed at Tom."
"Maybe I have to ask some old friends to look it up. Those who can do these things should not be wizards in England."
Konno interjected: "Because they need Voldemort as a guide, and both sides have common demands?"
"That's right!" Dumbledore nodded, "Your intuition has always been very keen, and there is indeed such a possibility. But we still have no evidence and need to investigate."
Kong Nuo nodded, "Oh! Then you can just investigate. If you need to fight, you can come to me! I'm better at this!"
"If there is such a need, of course I will think of you immediately!" Dumbledore smiled.
"There is still some time left in the summer vacation, let's take a breather! I have a hunch that the next school year may not be so easy!"
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"As expected of England's Dark Lord! This is the first time I've seen such a situation, wizards can act directly through the soul! Si Guoyi!"
"Hiss!" Voldemort felt his soul tremble because of the inexplicable chill.
He was now in the basement of Durmstrang, and there were only two wizards standing in front of him, one tall and one short.
And behind the two wizards, he also saw two other people who fell into a coma - Rookwood and Batty Jr.
The sudden chill made him focus and reminded him of what had happened before.
Defeated by the golden dragon incarnated by Kong Nuo, and then hunted down by the soul fragments of his youth...
There were so many unpredictable situations tonight, even if he was once hovering between life and death, the stimulation he received was still too great.
"Who are you?" he asked, looking at the little wizard.
The little wizard said: "Let me introduce myself, I am Sato, and this is Mr. Smith."
"I happened to be in contact with your subordinates today and learned about the difficulties you are facing now, so I want to cooperate with you."
Voldemort sneered and said, "Cooperate? They still have traces of the Stunning Curse and Imperius Curse on their bodies. Is this the attitude of cooperation?"
Smith said in a mocking tone: "So what if we did it? The war madman fell into our hands back then, let alone a 'Dark Lord' who only went mad in England?"
"Red bean paste Smith Marseille!" Before Voldemort got angry, Sato stood up in due time and continued to apologize in a sincere tone.
"Their emotions are a little too excited, so we have to take some measures to learn about your situation from them and drive that weird soul away."
He turned to Smith again and said, "Smith-san! It must have been very hard for you to send a group of dead men to capture the Goblet of Fire! Why don't you let me meet the Dark Lord-san?"
Smith didn't seem to want to stay here any longer, so he glanced at Voldemort, who was still in his soul state, and walked away swaggeringly.
The same is true for Voldemort. If it wasn't because he was also afraid of Sato's weird magic, he would have forcibly possessed Sato.
Sato bowed ninety degrees and said, "Dark Lord-san, next I will have a good chat with you about our plan..."
After the statistics of the staff of the Ministry of Magic, the number of casualties was finally determined.
Except at the beginning of the turmoil, due to the stampede, some wizards suffered fractures and broken legs, and there were no more serious casualties.
For wizards, if they want to treat injuries of the level of fractures and broken legs, the most they can do is take out the bones and add a glass of bone life spirit.
Dumbledore stood on the hillside, looking up slightly to the front.
There was a dilapidated tent with a flag fluttering in the wind on top of it. Although half of it had been burned, it could still be seen that it was Beauxbaton's flag.
He took out the golden notebook from his pocket. The notebook looked a little dull, as if something was missing.
After the morning class, Conno came to Dumbledore, pointed to the notebook and said, "What's the matter? Riddle still hasn't come back? I remember he was full of confidence back then."
"Maybe something happened." Dumbledore sighed for a long time. "The plan can't keep up with the changes. You have controlled the Death Eaters. Tom has no choice but to escape by himself."
"This creates another situation—Tom and Riddle will face off directly. Without any help, their outcome is hard to say."
Connor shook his head and said, "If you judge according to the number of Voldemort's Horcruxes, I think that if the two fight in a duel, Riddle is more likely to win!"
Before Dumbledore could speak, Riddle's voice suddenly sounded, "I failed your high expectations, I'm really sorry."
A golden light appeared in front of the golden notebook in the blink of an eye, and Riddle's figure looked a little ethereal.
"It seems that not only did you lose, but you were also seriously injured!" Kong Nuo could tell at a glance that Riddle's condition was very bad.
"There is a third-party force!" Riddle snorted coldly, his brows were full of resignation, "This kind of opportunity is unique, and he and I are completely soul fragments."
"The competition is the most basic quality and strength of the soul! I have actually relied on the "Queen Heart Sutra" to suppress him, and started tearing his soul apart."
"As long as I can continue to assimilate, it only takes a week at most, and I can completely get that name! And I can also get his soul!"
"Third party forces? Do you know who they are?" Dumbledore interjected.
Riddle answered Dumbledore's question very unconventionally, "I don't know! Those people should have gotten relevant information from the escaped Death Eaters."
"If it wasn't for those people who provided magic power to strengthen him, I wouldn't have been devoured with a small piece of my soul, if it wasn't for those people who disrupted the situation!"
"Is that so..." Dumbledore murmured, paced back and forth but remained silent.
Riddle hadn't succeeded yet, so he was also anxious, and quickly asked, "Why did you only say half of what you said? Do you know them?"
"When I went to Edinburgh for business some time ago, I also encountered strange things." Dumbledore said slowly while thinking.
"A group of Yin corpses who are not afraid of attacking magic, coupled with extremely flexible bodies that can pass through the Iron Armor Curse, launched an attack on us."
"Do you think there is a connection between them?" Riddle immediately asked.
Dumbledore shook his head, "This is just my guess, there is no way to say things without evidence."
"The last time the attack was aimed at me, I could feel it; but this time you were attacked, I think they aimed at Tom."
"Maybe I have to ask some old friends to look it up. Those who can do these things should not be wizards in England."
Konno interjected: "Because they need Voldemort as a guide, and both sides have common demands?"
"That's right!" Dumbledore nodded, "Your intuition has always been very keen, and there is indeed such a possibility. But we still have no evidence and need to investigate."
Kong Nuo nodded, "Oh! Then you can just investigate. If you need to fight, you can come to me! I'm better at this!"
"If there is such a need, of course I will think of you immediately!" Dumbledore smiled.
"There is still some time left in the summer vacation, let's take a breather! I have a hunch that the next school year may not be so easy!"
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"As expected of England's Dark Lord! This is the first time I've seen such a situation, wizards can act directly through the soul! Si Guoyi!"
"Hiss!" Voldemort felt his soul tremble because of the inexplicable chill.
He was now in the basement of Durmstrang, and there were only two wizards standing in front of him, one tall and one short.
And behind the two wizards, he also saw two other people who fell into a coma - Rookwood and Batty Jr.
The sudden chill made him focus and reminded him of what had happened before.
Defeated by the golden dragon incarnated by Kong Nuo, and then hunted down by the soul fragments of his youth...
There were so many unpredictable situations tonight, even if he was once hovering between life and death, the stimulation he received was still too great.
"Who are you?" he asked, looking at the little wizard.
The little wizard said: "Let me introduce myself, I am Sato, and this is Mr. Smith."
"I happened to be in contact with your subordinates today and learned about the difficulties you are facing now, so I want to cooperate with you."
Voldemort sneered and said, "Cooperate? They still have traces of the Stunning Curse and Imperius Curse on their bodies. Is this the attitude of cooperation?"
Smith said in a mocking tone: "So what if we did it? The war madman fell into our hands back then, let alone a 'Dark Lord' who only went mad in England?"
"Red bean paste Smith Marseille!" Before Voldemort got angry, Sato stood up in due time and continued to apologize in a sincere tone.
"Their emotions are a little too excited, so we have to take some measures to learn about your situation from them and drive that weird soul away."
He turned to Smith again and said, "Smith-san! It must have been very hard for you to send a group of dead men to capture the Goblet of Fire! Why don't you let me meet the Dark Lord-san?"
Smith didn't seem to want to stay here any longer, so he glanced at Voldemort, who was still in his soul state, and walked away swaggeringly.
The same is true for Voldemort. If it wasn't because he was also afraid of Sato's weird magic, he would have forcibly possessed Sato.
Sato bowed ninety degrees and said, "Dark Lord-san, next I will have a good chat with you about our plan..."
