"Incredible, incredible, this is what Avery calls Fudge? It turned out to be so powerful. ”

The Death Eaters' tones were full of surprise.

The battle between the two was extremely fierce, ordinary people couldn't get close at all, let alone go up to help, one accidentally would be involved in the magic of the two, and there would be no bones.

Their battles are already not in the same dimension as their own people.

It's like two Golden Saints fighting, and they are the Sacred Domain Miscellaneous soldiers waving their flags and shouting on the sidelines.

"We want to help the master"

Death Eater Gibbon muttered to himself.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he was strongly opposed by fanatical believers like Bella: "The master doesn't need your help, if you dare to make a move, I will kill you first." ”

The fierce glint in Bella's eyes didn't look like words.

While the Death Eaters were arguing over whether or not to support Voldemort, Voldemort's battle with 'Fudge' was coming to an end.

Fudge's wand was broken in two, and Voldemort was still holding his yew wand.

The winner seems to have been decided.

"Hahaha, the master is the strongest."

Bella let out an ugly shrill laugh for the first time, and with her in the lead, the other Death Eaters laughed too.

Voldemort pointed his wand at 'Fudge' and laughed.

It's his skill that is a cut ahead.

It's a shame that this wand doesn't fit well with me. ’

'Fudge' looked regretfully at the wand that was only half cut in his hand, and discarded it.

The wand belonged to Fudge himself, in Ollivanders' words, and this 'Fudge' didn't fit well with it, and his own wand didn't know where it had been lost decades ago.

Otherwise, there will be a fight with Voldemort.

"Your strength is very good, much stronger than my group of waste servants, but unfortunately you are going to die."

Voldemort was not in a hurry to kill the other party, but said in the posture of a victor.

He liked the feeling of victory, and if the other party could crawl at his feet and cry and pray, it would be perfect to kill him or take him back.

"I kind of understand where your limits are."

Fudge, who had obviously lost, did not have the slightest panic or fear on his face, but instead showed a smile that had achieved his goal.

He didn't come to defeat Voldemort in the first place.

Fudge's words made Voldemort feel uneasy, so he stopped interrupting the 'cat and mouse' game, and the dark green light lit up the entire grove.

"Arvada gnaws on big melons!"

Fearing that something would happen again, Voldemort no longer gave the other party a chance to speak, and very decisively killed the killer.

Arvada has no counter-spell, so he can only choose to resist with a spell, and the other party doesn't even have a wand, what can he resist?

There is only one way to die.

However. Nothing in this world is absolute.

In the next second, his pupils contracted sharply, and the black orb that was incomparably familiar and hated by him appeared in front of 'Fudge', blocking the deadly dark green light.

Cockroach Ball!

But 'Fudge' summoned more than just cockroaches, there were many, many other similar carapace lifeforms.

"This spell really works."

'Fudge' said with emotion, the tip of his right index finger glinting.

That's why Voldemort was chosen to be found in the bushes, where there are a lot of insects.

"Cast spells without a wand!"

Voldemort snorted, a flash of fire flashed at the tip of his wand, and the cockroach ball turned to ashes in an instant.

After eating this spell several times in a row, Voldemort has also found a way to break it.

When you spot the ball, blast it as fast as you can.

"You think you'll be able to escape?" The Death Eaters came forward with bad intentions.

Wandless spellcasting is a very high-end spell casting skill, but the gap between having a wand and not having a wand is huge, under normal circumstances, it is very rare to be able to exert 50% of its own strength, and it is basically rare to be able to exert 60%.

Holding a wand is not his opponent, and now he doesn't have it

"Lend your wand and use it." As soon as Fudge grabbed it, the wand in the hands of a Death Eater disappeared and fell into his hands.

Well, now there's a wand again.

A group of fools who have not achieved enough and have more than enough to lose.

Voldemort thought angrily in his heart.

"Even if you get your wand, it's useless, you're surrounded by us."

It's not your own wand, the power you can exert is also limited, the wand is no different to the wizard than the Gundam is to the pilot, I don't believe you let Amuro go to open another one, you let Aslan go to Kaizagu, his ability to play will be greatly reduced.

"No, you're already surrounded by me."

A grim smile appeared on Fudge's face.

His words drew laughter from the Death Eaters around him.

"Hahaha. Are you crazy? You're alone? ”

was able to make such an ugly laugh, and he didn't know how many Soul Hall elders the other party had eaten.

"I think Secretary Fudge should be talking about us."

The sudden insertion of an unfamiliar voice brought the Death Eaters' laughter to an abrupt halt.

I saw countless figures swaying among the trees, and at some point, countless Aurors had touched the vicinity and surrounded them.

It appeared like a god from the sky.

The leader made Voldemort's rage soar again.

Dumbledore again.

It is clear that this is a trap, a trap against him.

Voldemort gritted his teeth angrily, and his back molars were about to be broken.

It's hard to play a 'Fudge', plus a Dumbledore.

Even if he is as egotistical as Voldemort, he doesn't think he can win.

Dumbledore, this old thing, is cursed, so it's good to wait for death at Hogwarts, why do you have to come over and fight against yourself again and again, you already know. You should have known that you should have used the Instant Death Curse.

Voldemort swept around the approaching Aurors, there were too many Aurors, to the point that they were obviously abnormal, unless the Ministry of Magic expanded its recruitment, there would definitely not be so many wizards.

"The striker striker is also here."

Dolokhov, the most well-informed of the Death Eaters, muttered in a deep voice, recognizing the identities of several of them.

The striker in charge of catching wizard criminals has also joined the ranks of catching Death Eaters, which is undoubtedly a very bad sign.

The entire Ministry of Magic is on the verge of becoming monolithic, otherwise the two major forces of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement would not be dispatched at the same time.

Voldemort led the Death Eaters on one side, Dumbledore and Fudge on the other with the Aurors, and the beaters lurked in the trees around them.

For a moment, the two sides fell into an eerie calm.

"Tom, get out of here."

Dumbledore said in a deep voice.

Now is not the moment for a decisive battle.

(End of chapter)