The howling sound is like the wail of a hundred ghosts, and the sound of ghosts crying makes the scalp tingle, or the real silence is a manifestation of Sherlock's own magic.

The black magic has been embodied in it, and hundreds of skeletons have appeared in it, like evil ghosts running out of the land of death, and the silent image at this moment is more like the death in people's imagination.

"The ghost is not gone!" Voldemort's black robe was windless, it floated in the air, and the moment the black magic hit, Voldemort turned into a black cloud and disappeared and ran out.

His general body was shrouded in black mist, but the other upper body was revealed, his speed was very fast and silently at a speed, and it was a bit laborious to maintain this speed, Voldemort turned upside down and used his wand to release several powerful black magic one after another, the death curse did not work against Sherlock at all, but Voldemort hoped that there would be more powerful black magic to injure Sherlock, as long as it could make the other party lose his combat strength.

"Blazing!"

Voldemort's wand spewed out a tongue of fire, a terrifying spell in the dark arts, the temperature of the flames was many times higher than that of ordinary flames, and it was difficult to extinguish unless an undone spell was used.

Although there are many ways to extinguish a fire, it has a spell specifically designed to extinguish it, and it is the simplest.

The fire turned into a fireball and exploded on the surface of the black magic, silently howling for a while, Sherlock in the magic did not feel any discomfort, his magic was more like an inner mind because of the silent existence.

And Voldemort's behavior undoubtedly provoked Sherlock's silence outside of his body.

He himself recited the spell to subdue the fire, and the flames began to dissipate rapidly, and they had already run outside, but it was still late at night, so people would not notice that there were two terrible black things scurrying in the sky outside.

Voldemort attracted Silent to a dense place of tall buildings, and the direction of Silent Ran was very poor, hitting the wall of the tall building was like a tank falling from the sky, smashing into it, leaving a large hole, and then running out.

Go ahead and chase Voldemort.

But wherever Voldemort and the Silent Passage passed, the surrounding floors would be riddled with holes.

Coupled with the fact that Voldemort was casting some powerful spells all the time, the rubble falling from the tall buildings could also destroy the streets below.

Voldemort and Sherlock are going to make a big fuss about London tonight, and the two of them have already done so.

"Come on...... Come in......" Voldemort shouted silently as he pursued after him as he sped through the sky.

Then Voldemort spotted a gap and used his wand to shatter the glass wall of the high-rise office building, and the whole person flew directly into the high-rise building, and Mo Ran followed closely behind, destroying the chaos inside in an instant.

When Sherlock put away the outside silently, the black magic re-condensed into Sherlock's original appearance.

"It's not a manifestation of a wise man, I'm not in the mood to play peek-a-boo with you, Mr. Voldemort, if you were extraordinary, you wouldn't behave like that......" Sherlock strolled along, now the floor of his office building was surrounded by ruins, and his desk was torn apart by the silently released force.

"I admit that I can't defeat you in a short period of time, you deserve the title of Prince of Spells, Sherlock Mephisto, this feeling of frustration I haven't experienced in a long time except with Dumbledore." Voldemort's voice rang out from all around.

"Frustrated! Didn't I defeat you, we were playing a game of chasing you along the way, but I've had enough, and now I want a fair duel, I don't want Mr. Voldemort, the famous big devil, to be a coward who bullies the weak and fears the hard. ”

"Bullying the soft and afraid of the hard? Hahaha, I'm actually thinking about what I can do to torture you, and I haven't figured it out yet! Voldemort laughed, his voice hoarse and harsh, making Sherlock feel uncomfortable even when he heard it.

"Do I need to give you a long time to ponder it? Voldemort! Sacrifice the Blood Bat Plague! Sherlock's wand suddenly pointed diagonally to the opposite corner, and a large group of red bats flew out from the tip of the wand, and as long as this spell hit Voldemort's body, the blood in the opponent's new body could be absorbed.

But Voldemort moved faster, he jumped out of there, and the bats hit the wall to form a hole, and the spell was like that, as long as its own magic power was high enough, even if it was a weapon charm or a stun charm, it could burst out with great power.

It's like the Aurors used this spell against the people in the tent, but when they fainted, the spell hit the tent and the tent was torn down.

Voldemort pounced, his spell passed through the wand, but Sherlock was not 100% sure what kind of spell the other party had released, this spell hit his body as if he had been hammered, and it felt like the bones in his body were going to fall apart.

Voldemort rushed out of the building with Sherlock on his shoulder.

Sherlock's handsome face began to turn into a diffusion of black magic, like a black skull on his face, and then his entire body turned into invisible black magic.

From Voldemort holding Sherlock at the beginning, to Sherlock's silence enveloping Voldemort in reverse.

None of the buildings in the entire central part of London near the Ministry of Magic are intact, and the rest of the buildings are more or less dilapidated.

Voldemort was caught in the mask, but Voldemort released a cyan mask, which seemed to be composed of pure magic power, and the silence was helpless for a while, and hundreds of dry bones and claws were clawing at the mask, but there was Voldemort struggling to support it.

The two men were at an impasse again.

Sherlock then returned to the halls of the Ministry of Magic with Voldemort.

And slammed Voldemort to the ground, and Sherlock recovered from his silent form and changed into his original form.

Voldemort was half-kneeling on the ground, gasping for breath, and neither of the two men in Sherlock's first round had the upper hand at the start.

At this time, the hall of the Ministry of Magic was already full of many people, and before I knew it, the help sent by the Ministry of Magic hurried over, and the Black Wizard Army and the Order of the Phoenix also came to the hall of the Ministry of Magic.

Even if they got the news of Voldemort's return from Sherlock and Harry, it was a different feeling to see Voldemort himself appear now.

"It's him...... It's him...... That's him...... He's back...... It's really back, right in the Ministry of Magic! Suddenly, in the crowd, an official from the Ministry of Magic shouted in horror.

"It's really back!"

"But in this ......"

None of the Aurors dared to point their wands at Voldemort, and even Fudge, the Minister of Magic, who arrived later, saw Voldemort's figure and kept his mouth open, but he couldn't make a sound.

Harry was pulled up early by several members of the Dark Wizard Army and stood next to Lupin.

He ...... They...... Isn't it not over yet......"

There was an awkward shout from the wizard in the crowd, and there was a sudden silence in the air.

Sherlock looked at Voldemort and laughed, "Mr. Voldemort is not as famous as he was back then, look at the deterrent effect caused by the appearance of your own figure...... Gee...... If this wizarding world is really ruled by you, I think that's the real wizard going on a strange path. ”

Voldemort looked at Sherlock and said, "You won't understand. ”

"Master!" Bellatrix Lestrange screamed.

She had run over Voldemort when he had returned, and Harry had thought that the woman had already escaped, but he didn't expect to be left in the Ministry of Magic.

"I don't like to be disturbed by so many people, so let's have a good time next time...... But Sherlock Mephisto I still say the same thing, we are the same kind of people, although you don't agree with it now, but I think how much people are afraid of me, then in the future they will be even more afraid of you, and now they respect you regardless of me. Voldemort shouted as he looked at Bellatrix on the other side.

"Get out of here, idiot!"

Bellatrix pounced at Voldemort's feet, and Voldemort left with Bella like a black whirlwind.

"He's gone?"

"Voldemort is gone?"

"Gone, only temporarily."

The people of the Ministry of Magic finally dared to speak out, who would have thought that the demon who had not appeared for more than ten years would appear in such a high-profile manner tonight.

"I'm sorry I was late, I came straight from Paris, Floo went wrong tonight, and I was teleported to a fireplace in a jungle hut in Finland." Fourmond and his brother Lyckel hurried in, both with some soot on them, apparently from some dirty fireplace.

It is a test of strength to use shapeshifting across borders, so it is more convenient to use Floo network for cross-border transmission.

The wizard wanted to use the shapeshifter to go directly from the north of the earth to the south of the earth, and he couldn't teleport that far in this world.

"It's obvious...... Everything that happened today was over, Voldemort came, fought with Master Sherlock for a while, and then left. Fudge opened his mouth wide and said something that really didn't look like the Minister of Magic.

When Voldemort appeared just now, Fudge was just watching, and he didn't even instruct the Aurors to move forward, Fudge was a politician, he liked to play politics, but he was a timid person.

Suddenly, Harry's scar in the crowd cracked, and he knew that he was going to die, it was unimaginable pain, unbearable pain, even if he died, he would be hurt to death.

He felt his consciousness leave the hall, he was coiled around by a red-eyed man, they were so connected that Harry didn't know where their respective bodies were, they became one, connected by pain, and he couldn't escape.

At this point, the man spoke, using Harry's mouth, so in excruciating pain, Harry felt his jaw move.

Everyone around looked panicked, until Sherlock arrived.

"Kill me, Sherlock Mephisto, if you're going to do that." Harry's voice became hoarse like Voldemort's.

Harry couldn't see anything, he was dying, every part of his body was craving relief, and Harry felt that the man was using him again.

"If death is nothing, Sherlock Mephisto, then kill this child! There is no denying that your Mephisto family is ...... in history You used to do this a lot hundreds of years ago, and now you want to be alone, but your descendants are incompetent, even if you have talent, but you don't have the consciousness of your ancestors, like a ...... Clowns who are used by words...... We are the same kind of Sherlock, but ...... I'm much freer than you! ”

Let the pain stop, Harry thought, let it kill me, end it, Sherlock Mephisto, death is nothing compared to this.

Then I can see Sirius.

Just as Harry was thinking about dying, the man who was entangled with him let go of him, the pain was gone, and Harry was crawling face down on the ground, his glasses gone.

He trembled violently, as if he were lying on the ice instead of on the wood.

Then there was a sound in the hall.

Harry opened his eyes and saw his glasses in front of him. He looked up with his glasses on and saw Sherlock's handsome face just inches away from his nose.

They were so close that it felt like Sherlock's breath was scented with an orchid, and for some reason the boy a year older looked at Harry with some fascination.

It was a warmth that gave him a sense of security.

"Are you alright, Harry?"

"Yes." Harry said, shaking so violently that he couldn't hold his head properly.

Sherlock had just recited the Chilling Meditation Charm to Harry, and it seemed that this would allow Harry to temporarily become conscious and defeat Voldemort's entanglement.

"Yes, I ...... Where is Voldemort and where is it...... Who are they...... What is ......?"

The hall was crowded with people at the moment, the floor was glowing with dark green flames, and wizards and witches were walking around the room. When Sherlock pulled Harry up, he saw that the wizards around him were still terrified, wondering if Voldemort had just left.

"Master Sherlock...... What the hell is this......" Fudge watched Sherlock impatiently leaning over and gesturing, wanting to express what he meant, and the young man in front of him became the backbone of everyone at this moment.

"It's a bit of a problem, you can see that Voldemort has declared war on us, against all of us, all of us who are not subordinate to his consciousness."