Back then, Newt took Rove with him to teach him by word and deed, and he once admonished him:

When a wizard dues, distraction is an extremely dangerous act, and it is easy for opponents to catch a fleeting flaw and complete a counter-kill.

This is true for anyone, including Lord Voldemort.

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

The reason is actually quite simple: Rove used the magic "Phantom of Fear" from Boggart, which became the most feared thing in Voldemort's heart:

Corpse.

The corpse of his own!

Voldemort is not afraid of Rove, not afraid of Dumbledore, and not afraid of Harry Potter who bounced off Arvada's big melon, he is only afraid...... Death!

Think about it, a wizard who has been making Horcruxes since he was sixteen years old, and whose biggest goal in this life is immortality, how afraid of death must be in his heart, it has almost become his obsession and obstacle.

Therefore, if he is caught off guard and faces the most fearful thing in his heart, Voldemort will naturally be in a trance.

This is a weakness of human nature, and no one can avoid it, even if it is as strong as Dumbledore, when he suddenly sees the corpse of his sister Ariana during the battle, I am afraid that it will be more serious than Voldemort's gaffe!

And the flaw that was revealed in that moment was where Rove's killing intention was, so without any hesitation, he shot an Avada Death Curse at Voldemort.

After a moment's trance, Voldemort saw a blinding green light that was already coming straight for him.

If it had been before, he could summon a physical object in front of him, or calmly move sideways, but at this moment, it was too late.

In the flash of lightning, Voldemort's abdomen suddenly exploded, piercing a hole the size of a fist.

The green light flashed away, piercing through the cave and striking the stone tomb in the distance.

Rove was stunned, he didn't expect that the killing move he had been preparing would be dodged by Voldemort in this way.

All right...... He was not arrogant enough to expect that he could kill Voldemort with Boggart's magic alone, so the moment he shot the killing curse, his subsequent move was already close behind.

I saw a row of small swords floating on the pitch-black ceiling, a total of ten of them, lined up in a row, hovering high in the air.

Like Magneto, Rove controlled those metal flying swords, and with a slight hook of his fingers, the first pale golden sword shot at Voldemort at a very fast speed, followed by the second, and the third and fourth, gradually falling......

Voldemort escaped the catastrophe, blood spurting out from the wound in his abdomen like a red spring, but he did not rush to stop the bleeding, but stared at Rove with all his attention.

In the next second, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he tilted his neck, just in time to dodge a flying sword that shot at the back of his head from behind.

Rove swirled the index finger of his right fist slightly, and the flying sword made an arc back into the air, and at the same time, with a flick of his left hand, another flying sword hidden behind the tombstone swooped out, piercing Voldemort's heart.

Voldemort raised his remaining right arm, and as he cast his wandless spell, the skin of that hand was instantly covered with a purple glow, like a piece of armor.

He grabbed his arm forward, and at the last moment, he just grabbed the flying sword, and the palm of his hand splashed with brilliant sparks.

At the same time, the first flying sword wants to get tangled in close quarters again.

Voldemort's eyes narrowed, and they were like laser eyes, shooting out two red rays of light, shooting down the small sword.

Another flying sword shot at Voldemort, and he gently waved his wand in his hand, sending a breeze around him.

The sword was like pine needles fluttering and slanting in a gust of wind, not only this flying sword, but also several subsequent flying swords without exception, all of which returned in vain, surrounding Voldemort, flying slowly following a certain established trajectory.

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

But before he could finish his sentence, Rove raised his wand and shouted, "Boom! ”

Rumble!

With a loud bang, the eight flying swords exploded in an instant, and the flames directly drowned Voldemort's triumphant face.

"Master!"

Bella screamed and threw herself at Voldemort, but the explosion knocked her to the ground!

Rove was closer to Voldemort, and his body was tossed away by the blast, and he drew a small arc of parabola in the air before landing gracefully on top of a stone tomb.

The center of those flying swords had long been enlarged by Rove with the Traceless Expansion Charm, and there were not only explosive bomb rocks made from the saliva of the rock thief dragon, but also many Margaery that they had obtained from American Muggles...... Bomb.

If it weren't for the fear of destroying London, Rove would have wanted to get a nuclear bomb to hide inside, and he would have wanted to "nuclearize" Voldemort.

In terms of magical attainments, it is true that Voldemort is powerful, but times have changed, and magic, technology and ruthlessness are now popular!

The rumbling explosions were incessant, constantly echoing in the catacombs, and it was very magnificent.

But even so, Rove still didn't believe that he could kill Voldemort, he raised a hand and said slowly:

"Thunderball!"

A bucket-thick bolt of lightning appeared in mid-air, and it slashed down one after another, like a torrential flood that hit Voldemort in the center of the explosion.

The dazzling thunder and dazzling firelight reflected each other, constantly flickering in the empty catacombs, and for a time the room was full of brilliance and magnificence.

Rove stepped on the statue of Sirius' ancestor with both feet, gently rubbed the soles of his shoes, and after removing the mud from his feet, he jumped off the stone tomb and walked forward.

At this time, the explosion had stopped, and as the young man's footsteps sounded, droplets of water burst out of the ground.

Those water droplets were all from the water dragons made by Voldemort, and they were all controlled by Rove at the moment, floating in mid-air.

The boy walked up to a drop of water, stopped, and flicked his fingers.

Syllable.

The drop of water was hit and floated out.

Following the inconspicuous droplets, all the droplets were connected in a line, and then gathered into a trickle, surging towards the deep pit that had been blown out.

Rolf's mind moved, and a cloudy water ball, almost as tall as a human being, flew out of the pit.

He walked to the water balloon without hurry, raised his arm, and raised his palm in front of him, his palm was misty, revealing a bluish frost and snow chill.

Rove's palm pressed against the water balloon, and he whispered, "Frost Power!" ”

The young man bent his fingers with one hand and two fingers, and gently tapped the water balloon, and there was a crisp sound of hitting the ice cubes, and then the cold breath rippled and spread out in circles.

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

Rove looked at the puck as if admiring a Pokéball, he put away his cold palm and smiled:

"The Dark Lord...... Capture Success! ”

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