Chapter 309 The Dark Lord Was Captured Successfully!

Back then, when Newt brought Rolf with him and taught him by example, he warned him:

During a wizard duel, being distracted is an extremely dangerous behavior, and it is easy for the opponent to seize a fleeting flaw and complete the counterattack.

This applies to everyone, including Voldemort.

Then the question is, as the world's number one dark wizard, how could he make such a low-level mistake?

The reason is actually very simple: Rolf used the magic "Fear Phantom" from Boggart to become the thing that Voldemort feared most:

A corpse.

His own corpse!

Voldemort was not afraid of Rolf, Dumbledore, or Harry Potter who rebounded from Avada. He was only afraid of...death!

Just think about it, a wizard who has been making Horcruxes since the age of sixteen and whose biggest goal in life is immortality, how afraid of death must he be in his heart, it has almost become his obsession and obsession.

So, when he was caught off guard and faced the thing that he feared most in his heart, Voldemort would naturally be in a trance.

This is a weakness of human nature, and no one can avoid it. Even someone as strong as Dumbledore would be more out of control than Voldemort if he suddenly saw the body of his sister Ariana during the battle!

And the flaw revealed at that moment was where Rolf wanted to kill him, so he shot an Avada Kedavra curse at Voldemort without any hesitation.

After a moment of trance, Voldemort saw the dazzling green light coming straight at him.

If it were before, he could summon a physical object to block in front of him, or calmly move to the side, but at this moment, it was too late.

In a flash, Voldemort's abdomen suddenly exploded, piercing a hole as big as a fist.

The green light flashed and shot through the hole and hit the stone tomb in the distance.

Rolf was stunned. He didn't expect that the killing move he had carefully prepared would be avoided by Voldemort in this way.

Well... He wasn't so arrogant as to expect that he could kill Voldemort with only Boggart's magic, so the moment he cast the killing curse, his follow-up move was already right behind it.

A row of small swords appeared on the dark ceiling, a total of ten of them, lined up in a row, hovering in the air.

Rolf was like Magneto, controlling those metal flying swords. With a slight hook of his finger, the first pale golden small sword shot towards Voldemort at a very fast speed, followed by the second, and the third and fourth swords gradually fell...

Voldemort, who had escaped a disaster, had blood gushing out of the wound on his abdomen like a red fountain, but he didn't rush to stop the bleeding, but stared at Rolf with all his attention.

The next second, his eyes suddenly shone, and he tilted his neck, just avoiding a flying sword that shot at the back of his head from behind.

Rolf's right index finger gently rotated, and the flying sword drew an arc and returned to the sky. At the same time, he tapped his left hand and flicked it. Another flying sword hidden behind the tombstone swooped out and pierced Voldemort's heart.

Voldemort raised his only remaining right arm. As he cast a spell without a wand, the skin of that hand was instantly covered with purple light like a piece of armor.

He stretched his arm forward and grabbed the flying sword at the critical moment, and brilliant sparks splashed in the palm of his hand.

At the same time, the first flying sword wanted to get close again.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes, and his eyes were like laser eyes, shooting out two red lights and shooting down the small sword.

Another flying sword shot towards Voldemort, and he gently waved the wand in his hand, and a breeze rose around him.

The sword was like a pine needle being blown crooked by a breeze. Not only this flying sword, but also several flying swords that followed it all returned empty-handed, circling around Voldemort, flying slowly along a certain predetermined trajectory.

Voldemort sneered and said, "Scamander, these little gadgets of yours are useless to me..."

But before he finished speaking, Rolf raised his wand and shouted, "Explode!"

Boom!

After a loud bang, the eight flying swords exploded in an instant, and the flames directly submerged Voldemort's smug face.

"Master!"

Bella screamed and rushed towards Voldemort, but the blast directly knocked her to the ground!

Rolf was closer to Voldemort, and his body was also thrown away by the blast. After he drew a small arc parabola in the air, he landed gracefully on the top of a stone tomb.

The center of those flying swords had long been enlarged by Rolf using the traceless expansion spell. Not only were there explosive rocks made from the saliva of the rock thief dragon, but there were also many bombs that Margaret got from American Muggles.

If he wasn't worried about destroying London, Rolf would have wanted to get a nuclear bomb and hide it inside to "nuclearize" Voldemort.

In terms of magical attainments, Voldemort is indeed powerful, but times have changed. Magic, technology and ruthlessness are popular now!

The rumbling sound of explosions continued to echo in the underground tombs, which seemed very magnificent.

But even so, Rolf still didn't believe that he could kill Voldemort. He raised one hand and said slowly:

"Thunderbolt!"

A lightning as thick as a bucket appeared in the air. It struck down in the air one after another, like a rapid flood, impacting Voldemort who was in the center of the explosion.

The dazzling lightning and the dazzling firelight complemented each other and flickered continuously in the empty underground tomb. For a moment, the room was full of brilliance and magnificent.

Rolf stepped on the statue of Sirius's ancestor with his feet, rubbed the soles of his shoes gently, cleared the mud under his feet, jumped down from the stone tomb, and walked forward.

At this time, the explosion had stopped, and as the boy's footsteps sounded, droplets of water splashed out from the ground.

Those water drops all came from the water dragons created by Voldemort. At this moment, they were all controlled by Rove and were floating in the air.

The young man walked to a drop of water, stopped, stretched out his finger and flicked it.

Snapped.

The drop of water was hit by the bullet and floated away.

Following that inconspicuous water droplet, all the water droplets connected in series to form a line, and then converged into a thin stream, rushing towards the deep pit that was blasted.

With a thought in his mind, a turbid water ball almost as tall as a man flew out of the pit.

He walked unhurriedly to the water polo, raised his arms, and raised his palms in front of him. The palms of his hands were filled with mist, revealing a bluish chill of frost and snow.

Luofu pressed his palm on the water ball and whispered: "The power of frost!"

The boy bent his fingers with one hand and tapped the water ball gently. There was a crisp sound of hitting the ice cube, and then the cold breath rippled and spread out in circles.

The water ball froze quickly, and in an instant, it condensed into a huge ice ball, hovering in mid-air.

Luofu looked at the ice ball as if admiring a Pokmon ball. He put away his cold palms and smiled:

"The Dark Lord...captured successfully!"

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