Chapter 288 Prophecy
Faced with such a terrifying large-scale attack magic.
It was obviously not enough to rely solely on the defensive magic cast by some Aurors.
Percy shouted.
"Iron armor protection!"
The Aurors focused their magic on him again.
A blinding light rose from the center of their gathering.
The light became brighter and brighter, and finally turned into a huge silver-white barrier.
Keep those deadly black threads out.
Voldemort's eyes flashed red and he became more and more crazy.
He slammed his wand into the ground, wanting to cast a more powerful "annihilation" spell.
However, when he was halfway through the spell, his hands began to tremble involuntarily.
On those white fingers, black spots spread like a virus.
Voldemort was startled and immediately canceled the spell.
The backlash from the last use of "Annihilation of All Things" has not yet healed.
If I use it forcefully this time, I'm afraid this new body will completely collapse.
Seeing the battle turn into passive defense, Percy and Theodore became very anxious.
Although the longer the time drags on, the better it will be for them, after all, Percy has already passed the message to Hephes.
But his body and wand had reached their limits and would soon be unable to hold on.
Percy and Theodore exchanged a look.
Theodore took out a fist-sized seed as black as ink from his arms, ready to fight to the death.
At this moment, Voldemort's cold voice echoed in the air:
“I admire your courage.
But every drop of a wizard's blood is a loss and a waste, and I am merciful.
I hope you can make a wiser choice the next time we meet."
Then Voldemort turned into a puff of black smoke and disappeared into the air.
Percy and others felt the pressure of defense relieved instantly, and he took the opportunity to cast the "Iron Armor" spell with all his strength.
The silvery light instantly shone throughout the prophecy hall.
The darkness left by Voldemort's spell was dispelled, and the black threads gradually melted away in the light.
The battle finally ended, and the prophecy hall was in a mess.
Everyone was exhausted and sat on the ground gasping for breath.
Although they had some expectations of Voldemort's strength, they still underestimated his terror.
Percy felt a little regretful.
If they could have brought twice as many Aurors, they might not be in such a passive position.
It's not that Percy was unwilling to bring more people, but only these twenty Aurors could perform combined magic.
Even if there are more people, it will only increase casualties in vain.
Voldemort returned to the manor with a rage and smashed everything around him.
He couldn't tolerate his own failure. He didn't expect that he couldn't even kill those little Karami.
When he finally finished venting his anger, the whole room was in ruins and a mess.
He waved his hand casually, and a soft and comfortable sofa immediately appeared in front of him.
He sat down wearily and took out the prophecy ball from his robe.
His eyes flashed a dangerous red light.
He now has some doubts as to whether he can make a comeback.
However, this self-doubt was soon replaced by a cruel smile.
Whoever dares to stand in his way will be ruthlessly eliminated.
Voldemort placed the prophecy ball on his head, and a hoarse and erratic voice slowly sounded.
Intermittently revealing the trajectory of fate:
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...
Born into a family that had thrice defeated the Dark Lord... born at the end of the seventh month... the Dark Lord marked him as his greatest enemy,
But he possesses powers the Dark Lord does not understand...
One must die at the hands of the other, for both cannot live, only one survives...
The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born at the end of the seventh month..."
As the prophecy ended, Voldemort dropped his hands.
The prophecy ball slipped from his fingers, fell to the ground and shattered.
The pearly white figure of the prophet floated in the air, and the intermittent prophetic voice echoed in the empty room.
Voldemort muttered to himself, repeating the words: "Power that I do not understand..."
He closed his eyes and felt the blood rushing through his body. This energy was already his.
"Two people cannot both live, only one survives."
His eyes became more cruel and colder.
"Since fate has decreed it this way, Harry Potter, your fate is already determined - death."
Hephaestus was preparing to leave Beauxbatons.
Suddenly, I sensed a slight vibration from the special communication coin in my pocket.
It displayed two messages: one for help and one for cancel.
He slapped his forehead in annoyance.
He had just enveloped the entire Beauxbatons garden with his shadow.
This caused the transmission of information to be blocked, and the message was not received until he canceled the magic.
Fortunately there was a cancellation message on the coin, so it seemed Percy had sorted things out.
After sending Hermione and Fulla back to Hogwarts, he found Percy through the positioning of the shadow flame.
It was only then that Hephis learned of Voldemort's invasion.
Mr. Voldemort's timing was quite good, as he was not around.
Otherwise, he would definitely have a good time with his "teacher" this time.
He is very interested in Voldemort's magic, which matches his shadow very well.
Of course he also knew about the prophecy, but what Percy knew was not complete.
Hephis didn't care much about it, but he did want to meet Voldemort.
What caught Hephis's attention even more was that Percy mentioned a key piece of information - Dumbledore was not in Britain today.
This means that Voldemort's choice of time to act was not simply a matter of luck.
So he ordered Percy to continue tracking Voldemort along this clue.
As for himself, of course he went back to sleep.
The next day, the news of Voldemort's invasion of the Ministry of Magic appeared on the front page of The Prophet.
Although it caused some panic, it was not much.
Percy published the details of the battle in the newspaper.
But it was intentionally only released to the point where they defeated Voldemort and tied him up.
Therefore, wizards thought that Voldemort had escaped.
Although everyone was amazed at Voldemort's power, after all, he fought against more than twenty Aurors alone.
But Voldemort's image of invincibility has been shattered.
A Dark Lord who can be defeated is no longer a Dark Lord.
The wizards also noticed the shadow flames that lit up between the Aurors' brows.
This allowed the Shadow Organization to gain a large number of peripheral members.
Under the threat of Voldemort, joining the Shadow seemed to be a means of increasing the safety of himself and his family.
Voldemort naturally also saw this out-of-context report.
His anger erupted again, smashing everything in the room to pieces.
However, he could do nothing about it.
