Chapter 555 The Trap of Time

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The blue flames danced happily out of the blessing of the magic flame. They ignored the resistance of the green flames, squeezed in forcefully, and then covered them to become another line of new words.

It's still made up of those letters, but the meaning is completely different.

mrtomadildolover (Mr. Tom is a fake cock lover)

Voldemort, who was hugged by his subordinates, immediately made a resentful and trembling voice: "How dare you!"

Sean spread his hands indifferently: "You really have no sense of humor, Mr. Riddle."

The people around him lowered their heads and did not dare to look at the sentences that Sean had changed. It seemed that Voldemort had a rather vicious reputation among this group of people.

Voldemort's voice was dry and weak, but the malice and viciousness in it could not be erased.

"Wallup, everything about you disgusts me—"

"That's really my honor~" Sean in the fire ring bowed politely and replied casually.

He is observing his surroundings.

What is certain is that he did come to the village of Little Hangleton, where Gunter's old house is located. The public cemetery next to the church here is where Voldemort's biological father, Old Tom Riddle, is buried.

The last time he came here was at the end of second grade...

Sean glanced casually. Shadow bugs crawled out of his pants under the cover of the firelight, then quietly blended into the shadows and wriggled everywhere.

In addition to the short and fat figure holding Voldemort, there were dozens of figures surrounding him.

Moreover, with Sean's eyesight, it can be seen that most of the people here appear to be standing on the ground, but in fact they are floating - which means that most of the people here are half-ghosts, returning important members of the community.

Based on my past experience, I can understand that not all the returnees are ghosts, but ghosts basically have a relatively high status in this organization-most of them are famous wizards who have died for a long time or ancestors of pure-blood families.

Most of the living members of the Returned are descendants of pure-blood families. They bear the task of walking in the world and have a lower status. Of course, their status is also directly related to the status of their ghost ancestors in the Returned.

Now, this group of returnees with high status in the organization surrounded Voldemort and surrounded himself...

It seems that the other party values ​​me very much. In addition, Voldemort seems to be highly valued. Last time, Leon Schneider tried to obtain the "blood of the enemy" from himself. After the plan failed, there is still today's trap waiting for him.

Although, I stepped into this trap voluntarily...

However, this is not the point. The point is the people who can really threaten you.

Sean felt the magic power carefully, and after dealing with the Guilty People so many times, he learned the magic that could temporarily suppress the Magical Power of the Guilty Persons. He now has a good understanding of the nature of the magic power that belongs exclusively to the Guilty Persons.

It seems that there is no guilt container, not even an Obscurus... The little guy in my body did not issue a warning, which means that the other party did not even bring the Mouth of Silence...

It's a bit strange. Voldemort knew that there was Obscurus in me, but he didn't come with the Mouth of Silence...

The flash of thoughts was only for a moment. On the opposite side, Voldemort didn't seem to be in a hurry to take action, even though he was held in his arms like a waste.

"Wallup, you are as good as ever."

"Both Professor Dumbledore and Mr. Grindelwald have told me that people should stay true to themselves. I'm glad that I have done this - well, do you need me to teach you?" Sean said with a smile.

His purpose this time is to capture Voldemort alive, so the other party's delay can provide him with more room for observation - of course, all this must be based on his own safety. Sean has already obtained the card from George Weiss. in hand.

Once any abnormality occurs, he will leave the scene directly without giving the other party any chance.

"Sharp teeth, Wallop, I look forward to tearing that mouth of yours apart." Voldemort suppressed his anger.

"I'm looking forward to it too, but can you wash your hands before doing this? I have a slight mysophobia." When it comes to venomous tongues, Sean has never lost.

"I hope you can laugh in the future -" Voldemort's voice was extremely cold.

This sentence seemed to be a signal, and the surrounding returnees all slowly approached Xiao En's magic flame blessing.

Sean frowned slightly. This is the trouble for the Returned. As ghost bodies, they will not be harmed by most magic spells. Even the magic flame blessing developed by Grindelwald, whether it is the Fierce Fire or the Red Bold Loyalty Curse, will not be harmed by most spells. No harm done to ghosts.

His upgraded Death Curse can actually deal with the opponent, but if possible, he doesn't want to be exposed now - if he faces important figures among the returnees later, this will be his key method.

The basilisk remained in the ring, and the only thing left to deal with the returnees was another spell - Void Gaze. However, the developer of this spell was right in front of him...

My goal is still Voldemort, I can ignore the others. I don't want to annihilate them all. I don't have the ability now...

But the trap in front of them was a bit crude. If Reinhardt had not lied to themselves, the other party should have the means to enter the mirror space. At this time, in their expectation, their sister Ella should be alone and helpless in the mirror space.

Voldemort did not behave as he should when holding a hostage, which is not in line with his character - either Reinhardt deceived him, but the possibility of this is very small, or Reinhardt or Dumbledore Either they received false news, or the returnees on both sides had the means to communicate immediately, they knew that the plan against Ella had not succeeded.

Of course, there is one last possibility. Voldemort doesn't know about this plan, and kidnapping Ella has other purposes...

Then why does Voldemort think that so many people can catch him? This guy has seen what [Arrogance] looks like when he wakes up. If they push me to that point, no one among them can survive, no matter if you are a ghost or a second-generation Dark Lord who needs to be resurrected.

If I hadn't transformed into a giant, although I wouldn't have such strong magic power to deal with everyone, it would not be difficult for me to escape - judging from the current situation, I don't even need to use the card from George Weiss.

Where did Voldemort get his confidence...

Sean held up his wand and observed the formation surrounding the returnees, while constantly releasing shadow bugs to obtain more information.

A guy wearing a black hood and walking at the front seemed to be unable to bear it anymore. He swung his wand, and a red light shot out.

This magic spell became the signal to attack. Everyone present raised their wands and launched an attack on the monstrous magic flames.

Sean didn't fight back. He let the magic spell hit the blue magic flame and silently felt the opponent's strength.

As he expected, the returnees present, whether they were ghosts or living people, at least had the strength of an Auror. After two rounds of spells, Sean's magic flame blessing had begun to stretch out flames towards the sky. ——This is a sign that the magic flame is gradually unable to absorb the magic spell.

In four more rounds at most, my magic flame will turn into a fire dragon and launch a final attack, although this attack will have no effect on most of the returnees...

However, the cemetery in this area will be completely destroyed by my magic flame, including the remains of old Tom Riddle - although they are not the real remains.

But Voldemort, who didn't know this, couldn't let the flames rage. If he wanted to be resurrected, he had to use his father's bones - could he have kept them a long time ago?

Thoughts were flowing, and Sean, who was somewhat confused about the other party's thoughts, decided to take the initiative.

He stared at a returnee who was not a ghost in the crowd, and at the moment when the flames exploded in front of him and obscured his vision, a magic spell roared out.

Something Sean didn't expect happened. Although his spell was blocked by flames and his speed was extremely fast, the opponent was not a weak hand. He should at least show blocking or dodging actions.

But that person didn't seem to notice Sean's spell at all and didn't make any move!

What's going on... Sean frowned subconsciously.

The curse whizzed away without even hitting any of the light from the returnees. The target was so close!

However, at the moment when the curse was about to hit, an extremely strong feeling of sadness surged into Sean's heart, as if the person he was about to hit with the curse was himself!

The returnee finally raised his head, and the mouth exposed under the hood raised a ferocious arc.

There was a small crystal bottle hanging around his neck, and there was a golden light flashing in the bottle. It seemed to be a fragment of something - it was that thing that caused Sean's heart to break.

However, the curse can no longer be taken back. Sean tried to use his strong will to change the trajectory of the curse, but the curse was shot out like an arrow leaving the county. How could it be possible to change the trajectory so easily?

Sean's efforts only had a little effect. The magic spell deflected slightly and did not hit the crystal bottle, but hit the target's shoulder.

That terrible feeling of heart surged crazily, and Sean felt as if his heart had been hit hard!

A wave of fluctuation spread out, a wave that Sean was very familiar with!

It's... it's the fluctuation in time accidents! If you change the concept, this fluctuation can almost be regarded as a glance of the world's will!

Although this wave is extremely weak and cannot be compared with the wave caused by Grindelwald, but... how is it possible, how can my spell cause such an effect... What is that!

With a few drops of sweat falling from his forehead, Sean looked at the crystal bottle in disbelief. The golden light spots in the bottle trembled violently when Sean's spell hit the target, like a star about to fall, because This tremor caused the fluctuation of time.

At this time, Voldemort's hearty laughter rang out, and the subordinate holding him slowly turned around so that Sean could see him.

There is not much difference from the image in the impression, a shriveled, disgusting, shrunken baby with no nostrils, only a snake boy with sinister and cheerful expressions.

Voldemort waved his hand, and the returner's attack temporarily stopped, and he let out a harsh laugh: "Oh, oh, oh - Wallop, I like your expression."

Sean didn't speak, but kept scanning. He found that everyone present had the same crystal bottle, and golden light spots were flashing on everyone's chest.

His hand was already holding the card from George Weiss, and the joke he had prepared was about to blurt out.

This situation was not expected, and he could not continue to dwell on it.

Just when he was about to escape, Voldemort sneered: "Want to run away? Wallop? I advise you not to... Your dear teacher, Mr. Grindelwald, probably doesn't want you to escape either, right?"

With that said, the two returnees rushed into Sean's magic flame like crazy. They were also wearing those crystal bottles.

The tragic screams came. The two people were not ghost bodies and could not escape the harm of the magic flames - but the two waves trembled across the world again.

Sean's feeling of sadness could no longer be eliminated.

Moreover, the two people did not know what magic spell they used before turning into ashes. The magic flame was separated into a cluster, and then floated in front of Voldemort.

"Still trying to run, Wallop?"

Voldemort sneered, and the returnees immediately gathered around the cluster of magic flames and raised their own crystal bottles.

Sean lowered his eyes, hiding the coldness in his eyes.

That thing that I don’t know why can react with my own magic power to cause time fluctuations. If it’s just like this, it’s okay. After all, the fluctuations are very weak and cannot cause time accidents. The seasonal feeling caused by it seems to be only for me, and I can snap out of this feeling - BUT! Today happens to be the day when Grindelwald becomes one!

Grindelwald is already at a critical juncture that dissolves time changes. If this kind of time fluctuation continues a little longer, the will of the world will notice the firelight that should be hidden in the curtain because of these fireflies!

The date of the last competition coincides with the date when Grindelwald merged into one. Although he divined Grindelwald's location through unstable coins and no one knew it - but the other party didn't need to know, he just needed to be able to influence it. That's it.

The fluctuations of time ignore distance and location...

Part of Trelawny's prophecy must have been spread. The other party lacked some key information, but they determined the key content - time is related to Grindelwald...

As Sean thought, Voldemort laughed happily: "Originally, this plan does not need to be so troublesome - Wallop, you can always block our way forward, but it's a pity that you are not tall enough. There are too many gaps exposed.”

"Now that the matter has come to this, it's okay to tell you - that idiot Trelawney, her talent has been wasted too much, she spent so much time and energy, but her prophecies can still only be transmitted intermittently, and they are even intercepted by you. Part of it—luckily, we have quite a few prophets here.”

"Ha--" he laughed, "that time accident was indeed related to Grindelwald. Although we don't know what happened specifically, we got a prophetic revelation-today is the most critical day for Grindelwald and time. day."

"But that old coward is well hidden - but it doesn't matter, we've got you here, Wallop!"

"Come on, come on, it's time for you to make a choice! Do you stand here and let me slaughter you, or do you choose to give up your dear teacher?"

Voldemort laughed maniacally.