Chapter 617 Potter, give it to me!
Bella went even crazier when she saw Potter running away from this scene.
Even crazier than her are the other Death Eaters. Bella is the core. She may not die, but she is not a core member. If Potter is let go, the master will only blame them for being useless and reward them with a slap. With the death curse, the property and family behind you become the trophies of others.
This is not what they want to see.
The calmness of the black corridor was broken by the flying spells. Two or three spells hit the wall hard and exploded into magic light spots like stardust.
"Bang!"
The elevator door closed, Suer pressed the up button with one hand, and sealed the outside fence door with the other hand.
The buttons in the lobby of the Ministry of Magic lit up, the friction of chains sounded, and the elevator clanged slowly upward.
When the ceiling of the underground floor slid below the field of vision, a loud bang of magic explosion sounded from a distance, and there was a smell of fear that the mission might fail---
"Come on!"
"Clang!" This was the sound of the elevator stopping, and the outer gate slowly slid open. The hall of the Ministry of Magic remained silent, and the sound of water from the golden fountain came tirelessly from afar.
Just like when I arrived, it seemed that no one had ever been here before, and it seemed that many people had passed by here.
"Wait." Soul held Harry's shoulder as he tried to step out.
"how---"
"Bang!" Sur raised his wand and released a lighting spell towards the dark hall in the distance.
The ball of light shimmered with a tail, swinging leisurely. As it slid away from the darkness, it illuminated the bottom. There was also a long strip of light on the marble, but it was blocked by a pair of feet when it reached the end.
A person, no, maybe he can no longer be called a human being.
"Voldemort!" Harry blurted out.
"It seems that my men really failed to catch you, Potter."
The only remaining pair of scarlet slanted eyes looked calmly at the four people standing at the elevator entrance. Their skinny and skinny hands held the wand, and put the tip of the wand on the other hand. They were wearing black robes. Dragging on the smooth marble floor.
If you ignore the hairless and noseless face, this action is quite elegant.
"Who are you? The new bodyguard that old guy Dumbledore found for Potter?"
Voldemort's cold eyes looked directly at Soul, who stood out among the three young wizards.
"It is an honor to introduce myself to you, Mr. Dark Lord." Soul said softly, "Abo Nockhan."
"Just joined the Order of the Phoenix."
"Nockham?" Voldemort chewed on the name, trying to search for the origin of this surname in his memory, but he obviously found nothing.
"Well, Mr. Nockham, I am very happy that you can protect Potter and come to me. Can you please leave now?"
Under Voldemort's seemingly friendly request for advice, there was a faint magic hidden, which pierced Sur's soul and tried to control Sur's actions.
"No need to use these little tricks, Mr. Dark Lord." Soul easily used Occlumency to block this magic power.
"I hope you can move out of the way and let us get out of here."
"Interesting." Voldemort was not annoyed at all, his movements were still graceful, and his wand was quietly lowered under his waist.
"In that case, I will get it myself. I hope that hypocritical old man Dumbledore can shed a few tears for you in front of your tombstone."
"Potter, give it to me."
"Don't even think about it!" Harry said firmly, while reaching out and covering his pocket tightly.
"Are you willing to watch the people you care about die in front of you one by one? Potter, just like that Black." Voldemort sighed softly, but he raised his hand and cast a death curse.
The gleaming green light cut through the marble mirror that had just calmed down.
"call out."
The Killing Curse from Voldemort was obviously different from the group below. Soul clearly felt the pressure. It took much more effort to fight off this curse than the ones below.
Looking at the way Voldemort released the Killing Curse as easily as drinking water, he immediately felt the gap between his own strength and Voldemort's.
Invincible!
Soul took a deep breath and stopped in front of Harry and the others, holding his wand and staring at Voldemort who was approaching slowly, retreating at the same pace as him.
"This is a warning, Potter." Voldemort said softly, shaking his wand, and a glistening green spot fell down. His snake-like eyes seemed to be able to pass through Soul's body and look at Harry behind him. See.
"Your bodyguard can stop me once, but what about the second and third time?"
"Give me the things. My patience is limited. In this case, I won't say it a second time."
"In fact, this is already the second time, Mr. Dark Lord."
Before Harry could speak, Soul released the curse first, the one he was most familiar with and often cast, the explosion curse.
"Few people would dare cast a spell on me, and I have to commend you for your courage, Mr. Nockham."
Voldemort's eyes became much colder. Sur's explosive spell did not cause any trouble to him at all. Voldemort flew it away at will, and it landed diagonally on the golden fountain not far behind Voldemort.
There was a loud bang, and the wizard fell sideways away from the fountain.
But the moment it landed, the arm of the wizard statue turned into a spear, and it struggled to aim the spear at Voldemort's position and shoot it.
"Bang!" The moment he approached Voldemort, Voldemort disappeared.
The spear hit the ground and broke every inch.
"I don't have that much time to play games with you. Goodbye, Mr. Nockham." Voldemort's voice appeared again, and his figure appeared closer to Soul and the others.
He has raised his wand,
"Avada Kedavra!"
A powerful green light illuminated the hall for a moment.
But Suer didn't make any move, instead showing a mocking expression.
A ray of pure white light lit up in front of Sur, and the seemingly irresistible life-killing curse disappeared. No, it did not disappear, but appeared in another place out of thin air, shining straight into the innocent fireplace. Inside.
Voldemort suddenly turned around, pointing his wand in another direction, and a more powerful person appeared.
"Dumbledore!" His expression was distorted with anger, "I should have known better, those idiots can't hold you back at all."
"In fact, I have been here for a long time, Tom." A soft voice sounded, "Just when you used your affection to lure Harry here."
Dumbledore's figure appeared opposite the fireplace stained green by the Death Curse.
"Professor Dumbledore!" Harry shouted in surprise.
Dumbledore nodded softly to Soul and others.
"Thank you for your hard work. Next, leave here and leave Tom to me."
Sullmo nodded silently and made a gesture with one hand behind him, instructing Harry and the others to go towards the fireplace in the direction of Dumbledore. He faced Voldemort head-on and backed away slowly.
He has no intention of overestimating his abilities.
"Don't even think about it!" Of course Voldemort couldn't let Harry leave just like that, he raised his hand and cast another killing curse.
But they were still blocked by Dumbledore, and Suer and the others immediately quickened their pace.
"Dumbledore!" Voldemort's already scarlet eyes turned redder, and he said every word.
"It was a foolish choice to come here tonight, Tom."
Dumbledore smiled calmly and said calmly,
"The Aurors are coming."
