"Don't forget, your followers are still here!"

Voldemort said in a loud voice.

Obviously, he didn't believe that Medea had just failed and disappeared.

Of course, Scott, who was watching the "live broadcast" from a distance in the Oak Cabin, didn't believe it either.

But Voldemort's threat did not allow Medea to appear.

He waited for a long time before he slowly turned around, his scarlet eyes staring at the group of Witch Orderers who were almost huddled together with a frightened face.

"Huh."

Although clearly enraged, Voldemort did not act immediately.

He chuckled twice, flicked the wand in his hand, and moved his skeletal body step by step.

"It's a shame, it looks like Medea has given up on you."

The wide black robes were raised, and Voldemort spoke with sarcasm in his tone.

Is this what she realized? Maybe those beautiful words like 'for the sake of the wizards' common bright future' are just words and sound good? ”

As he spoke, he narrowed his eyes again.

"Anyway, since that's the case, you're welcome."

With a natural smile on his face, he slowly raised his right hand and gently pinched his wand with only three fingers.

The faces of the members of the Witch Society, whom he pointed with his wand, all had deep fear on their faces, and they involuntarily retreated in unison.

"Hahaha......"

Voldemort walked in with a wild smile, his wand still shaking lightly in his finger, but it was still hidden.

But this undoubtedly put more pressure on those wizards, causing cold sweat to break out on their faces.

Obviously, those Death Eaters were far away, and they didn't dare to participate without Voldemort's order, and the scene was a one-person confrontation with a group of people, but this group of people would always only retreat step by step, and they didn't dare to make any resistance.

I don't know if it's because Voldemort's momentum is too great, or because his horror has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Looking at this scene, Scott suddenly understood the preciousness of Harry, the protagonist of the "original book", at least, the child in the "original book" always retained his fearless courage in the face of Voldemort.

That doesn't make sense in recklessness.

Even at this moment, Scott could feel Voldemort's desperate sense of oppression just by looking at the picture transmitted remotely.

Voldemort walked forward slowly, not in a hurry, even if she was provoked by Medea, but at the moment she seemed to want to play with his prey.

Scott was also curious if Medea was still on the island at the moment, so he chose to cut out all the angles of the surveillance footage he had arranged to observe them one by one.

After looking around, although he didn't see Medea, he made a new discovery.

At this moment, another ship came to the sea in the distance.

Rimbaud looked at the wooden boat slowly approaching Azkaban and reminded Scott, "It looks like a ship from the Ministry of Magic." ”

"Hmm."

A new party is about to enter the market.

Scott moved his finger to cut out the image on Voldemort's side, and then clicked on the mirror a few times to make the two images play on the split screen at the same time.

At this moment, Voldemort stood still again, and the black mist around him surged, and he was finally about to make a move.

And the attitude of the members of the All Witch Society, who were on the verge of despair, also changed somewhat.

Perhaps it was the bottoming out of extreme fear, and most people mustered up the courage to raise their wands and aim them at Voldemort.

"Oh?" Voldemort laughed again, "Are you going to resist?" It's good, that's a little bit more interesting. ”

"Do it!" The crowd didn't know who shouted.

In an instant, the group of wizards waved their wands, and countless devastating spells attacked Voldemort from all angles like exploding fireworks.

In the face of this brilliant and dangerous attack, Voldemort still had a disdainful smile on his face.

The light of those spells shone on his face, staining that miserable and horrible face with different colors.

The moment the spell struck him, Voldemort repeated his old spell, once again turning into an invisible black mist that leapt into the sky through the narrow interval of the spell.

"Don't stop attacking!" There are still people in command of the Umma.

Once again, a huge firework of magic spells exploded.

But it doesn't seem to be of much use, invisible black fog

Easily broke through the blockade of these "barrages" of intersecting firepower.

He suddenly appeared above everyone's heads, easily killed a wizard with a life-requiring spell, and then turned into a black mist again, calmly leaving.

Then, Voldemort began his show, elusively, taking a life away from time to time.

It didn't take long for the members of the Witch Society to collapse completely, and they could no longer organize an effective revolt.

As a result, Voldemort's killing show suddenly became smoother.

Scott watched in amazement.

He didn't expect that Voldemort had already gone on a killing spree like this, and Medea still hadn't shown up.

Could it be ......

No, Scott still didn't believe she was leaving the show like that.

Maybe......

Scott recalls Medea's performance when she was defeated.

At the time, she wanted to use the soul of a magical creature to resist the Curse of Death, but her necklace suddenly failed, probably due to a lack of magical power.

But what kind of situation would make a wizard like Medea underestimate the amount of magic he had left?

Now Medea did not appear, perhaps because she had suffered some kind of serious blow in the defeat just now, and was unable to show her strength to match Voldemort's.

Of course, this is just Scott's guess.

"Ahh

"Help me!"

"Miss Slytherin!"

From time to time, screams were heard, and the members of the Witch Society were falling one by one.

"Hahaha......"

Voldemort smiled happily.

"Hahaha......"

The Death Eaters, who were standing in the distance, laughed as well, as if cheering on their master.

At this moment, Mr. Grevis, who had been paying attention to Scott, took out a small object from his pocket and threw it directly.

An object the size of a palm instantly grew larger and fell to the ground.

"Fireplace?"

Scott looked at the fireplace that had popped up.

Boom!

A green flame ignited, and a graceful figure stepped out of the fireplace.

Medea is back on the scene.

"Are you coming?"

A cloud of black fog fell from the sky, and Voldemort stood still directly after landing on the ground.

"But you seem to be a little late, Medea." He smiled and said, "In just a moment, many of your subordinates have been killed by me. ”

"I'm sorry."

This time, Medea did not wear a veil, and her clothes were completely different from the one just now.

"I'm too trusted."

Her face was solemn.

"But then, I won't let Tom run rampant any more, and, I promise, the sacrificial companions won't really leave us."

As she spoke, several identical figures came out of the fireplace behind her again.

Rimbaud was amazed and said, "One, two, three, four, five...... There are a total of five Medeas! ”

Scott stared at the scene with wide eyes.

"What kind of magic is this?" Voldemort's eyes also widened, and he asked with curiosity, "It's all true, it's so funny, worthy of my ancestors, I saw magic that I had never seen before!" ”

"No big deal." One Medea said.

Another Medea answered, "It's just a trick to manipulate the magic puppet." ”

"It's a bit hard to control."

"For example, I didn't estimate the remaining mana of the doll just now......"

Except for Medea who appeared at the beginning, the other four Medeas drew their wands in unison and walked towards Voldemort together.

"Come on, I'm glad to have such a harvest today." Voldemort said happily.

He did not stop the Medea from approaching, but was eager to try.

The fight is back.

Four Medeas besiege Voldemort.

But unexpectedly, Medea did not rely on numbers to gain an advantage.

The scene can still only be regarded as a stalemate, so that Voldemort can no longer be distracted by other things.

"I see!" Voldemort laughed as he fought, "At the same time, you can only guarantee that one of the magic puppets will have the same combat power as you!" ”

The four Medeas involved in the battle did not answer, but cooperated with each other and participated in the siege with unprecedented intensity and speed.

At this time, Scott also saw the clue.

As Voldemort said, at the same time, there was only one Medea with the strongest fighting power.

However, this strongest state can be switched between several magic dolls at will, and with the cooperation of other puppets that can maintain a certain level, Medea has become much more flexible in combat, and can even fight against Voldemort without the power of magic items.

"Maybe I'm underestimating her......," Scott said in a complicated tone, "although her hard power is not as good as Voldemort's, her methods are endless. ”

He was even more fond of the materials hidden in the secret room that belonged to Medea in the underneath Hogwarts.

At this time, the ship that appeared to be from the Ministry of Magic finally docked.

Scott's gaze shifted as he watched a group of people come down from the boat.

Leading the way was Dumbledore, and walking beside him was the Minister for Magic, Fudge, and the Director of Law Enforcement, Lady Burns.

Then came the veteran Aurors Moody and Shaker, alongside Sirius and Mr. Weasley.

And then there was a horde of Aurors.

After watching the group disembark, Scott looked to the other side while thinking about how the new arrivals would change the whole event.

Medea, who was still standing in front of the fireplace and had not participated in the battle, moved at this moment.

She opened her arms, palms down, fingers open.

As she gripped it, the massive fireplace behind her quickly shrank and flew into the palm of her left hand, and then a silver necklace flew through the gap in the distant reef and landed in the palm of her right hand.

She ignored the battle ahead, instead turning and walking straight towards her men.

Scott also stopped watching the fight and began to focus on her side.

"I'm sorry."

Medea's face was sad, and she lowered her eyes to look at the row of corpses that had just been placed on the ground by her subordinates.

She clenched the necklace in her hand and waved slowly.

White transparent illusory figures flew out of the necklace.

It's the same wizards who just died.

"I hid this necklace before I was defeated, and now it has collected the souls of those who died in tonight's battle."

She tossed the miniature fireplace in her left hand to Mr. Grevis, placed the necklace in her right hand into her left hand, and held the wand in her right hand.

"Now, we can see these companions getting back on their feet."

She said solemnly, waving her wand.

The earth poured on the ground, covering the entire row of corpses, and then enveloped them all.

Soon, the corpses were all clay figurines.

On the other side, Voldemort suddenly retreated and pulled out of the fight.

"I'm curious, what are you doing that?"

He watched Medea in the distance.

"You want to resurrect the dead?" For the first time, a moving expression appeared on his face, "This can't be!" ”

The four Medeas involved in the battle did not pursue, and did not seem to care about him watching, but simply stood in a row in front of him.

"Resurrection?" One of Medea replied, "No, I'm not that powerful, and this is not a resurrection." ”

Voldemort's eyes flickered, and he watched Medea seriously.

Medea waved her wand again.

Fire.

A raging fire was lit and all the clay figurines were included.

The light of the fire grew brighter and brighter, making the entire area as bright as day.

"Oh!"

"Incredible!"

The wizards of the Witch Guild shouted in surprise.

"Look, they're really on their feet!"

In the flames, the figures that had been lying on the ground stood up one by one.

Their movements are stiff, like marionettes with less flexible joints.

A gust of wind blew, the flames gradually extinguished, and the figures finally revealed their true colors.

"You ......"

"Rohr!"

"Hey!"

The wizards of the Witch Society couldn't help but start greeting their dead companions.

But no one answered, and all the figures that emerged from the fire, although they looked almost identical to the dead wizards, were still different.

The wizards, who looked to have been reborn, had a warm glow of ceramic, and their movements were still stiff, looking like the walking dead.

Medea waved her wand and draped the ceramic figurines in robes.

Then she raised the necklace in her hand and said something in her mouth.

Soon, one after another translucent souls flew out of the necklace and threw themselves into the ceramic figurines.

When the ceramic figurines are infused with the soul, their eyes become smart, their stiff movements become natural, and the smooth surface becomes a real skin texture.

"I ...... Am I not dead? ”

"We're alive again?"

"What's going on?"

The others hurriedly surrounded them and explained everything to them.

Applause rang out.

"Wonderful operation, it's amazing!" Voldemort clapped his hands and said, "It seems like a few simple steps, but it contains advanced knowledge of alchemy, spells, dark magic, potions, transfiguration, and profound soul study." ”

"I agree with you, Tom."

Dumbledore came from the outskirts of the island with several Ministry of Magic officials and a large group of Aurors.

"An eye-opening magical prowess, Miss Slytherin."

Mr. Chancellor also applauded decently.

"Dumbledore......"

The moment he saw Dumbledore, Voldemort's face immediately turned gloomy.

Medea nodded calmly, "Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Headmaster." ”