After making such a big mess, within a few minutes, a large number of employees of the Ministry of Magic would be rushing here to deal with the memories of those Muggles who had lost their sights, as well as repair the damage caused by Amosta, so he didn't have much time to waste, and after glancing at the houses on the left and right to make sure that there were no Muggles inside, a barrier formed by a shimmer of light as thin as a cicada's wings enveloped Amosta's body.

Click!

Like dealing with Riddle's notebook horcrux in the secret room, Amosta's glimmering hand snapped directly into the space hidden by the spell, as if he was passing through the narrow gap between two fences in an iron door, squeezing in little by little, and half a minute later, his body completely disappeared into the air.

It is somewhat similar to the magic space in the Horcrux, which is equivalent to the vastness of the magic plane in the high-dimensional space, but it does not have the disgusting evil magic in the Horcrux.

Breaking through the outermost spatial barrier, Amosta stood in the void, staring at the five-story building that seemed to float in a rushing river, and the iron net made of bronze chains of different thicknesses in front of him, his face solemn.

From a conventional point of view, this house is not far away from Amosta, in the outside world, it can be reached in half a minute at most, but Amosta knows that in fact, it will not be so simple, in the field of space, it seems to be just a step away, but in fact, there may be thousands of mountains and rivers in the middle.

Just like in the first half of the year, the night when Amosta processed the memories in the bottle, he completely isolated his office from the space where Hogwarts was located, and exiled him to the space, if he didn't know the specific spatial coordinates of the office, then even Dumbledore could have taken decades to break into his office.

And the old mansion in front of me is the same reason.

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"The heritage of the pure-blood family is really extraordinary, this house is indeed good!"

Amosta nodded in appreciation, but he wasn't in a good mood.

The Black Mansion was protected by such powerful and complex means, and in just a few minutes, it was very difficult for Amosta to break through this barrier.

After a moment of thought, Amosta paced forward, standing in front of the spell net, silently looking.

It is true that Amosta, who does not know the coordinates of the building, cannot get close to Black's old mansion, but the chain network in front of him, Amosta is not impossible to deal with, and it can even be said to be very simple.

Because these spells date back hundreds of years at most, a considerable number of them have failed, and due to the uneven level of magic of the Black family's successive masters, many of the magic added later not only did not serve to enhance protection, but interfered with the operation of those ancient spells, so it could be destroyed by the simplest means of violence.

The only problem is that such a dense number of magic nodes are linked together, once Amosta starts to break through the barrier, it is very likely to cause the defense network of the Black Ancestral Mansion to fall into a systematic collapse, and once such a bad situation occurs, Amosta will be easy to get out, but the situation of this old mansion is probably not too optimistic.

Either the old mansion and the space will be destroyed by a violent explosion caused by the sudden chaos of magic, or it will be completely banished to an unknown dimension, and the people inside will not be able to return to the normal world, and the people of the normal world will never find this mansion.

If you just want to kill Blake simply, Amosta can let it go, no matter whether Blake is in it or not, it is okay to take some means to kill this kind of criminal, but Amosta's purpose of chasing Blake is very complicated, and there is one possibility, well, at least ask him to get Blake's body...

Gazing at the mansion that had risen and fallen in turbulence, Amosta frowned slightly, weighing the pros and cons in his heart.

After a long silence, Amosta finally raised his wand, his gaze calm and resolute, but the moment he set out to break through the barrier, Amosta suddenly looked back and looked in the direction of the door he entered, with a look of astonishment.

"How is it so fast?!"

....................

The mighty broomstick torrent crossed the edge of the London city and marched into the vast wilderness.

"That's not right, Dallux!"

The oncoming wind caused Kingsley, who was riding on a broomstick, to roar hoarsely, and he squinted at the 'Blake' who was in front of him in a dense and brilliant bombardment of spell light, and felt more and more disobedient in his heart!

"What's wrong, Kingsley, what did you find?"

Delix's face was blue, and even the howling wind couldn't suppress the gloom in his voice.

"Blake!" Kingsley continued to yell, "I've never heard of him being a Quidditch master, a Delix, and even the talented Bulgarian Seeker can't compete with him!" ”

Many people around heard Kingsley's roar and understood what Kingsley was trying to say, but no one spoke, not even Delix, because no matter who was the one in front of him who was using the Ministry of Magic striker as a kite, they had to catch this guy.

"Damn it!"

Tonks, who was following behind Kingsley, broke down and shouted,

"If Minister Fudge hadn't deducted our bonus for two months, I would have been riding a brand new Light Wheel 2001 right now, so I would never have been left behind by this despicable criminal!"

"Then you should thank Minister Fudge, Tonks!" Delix raised his broom and flashed over the lonely tree in the wilderness, and said gloomily, "He prevented you from being killed by Blake!" ”

Tonks was just about to retort something, but suddenly, two figures appeared in the air in front of Blake with brilliant firelight and explosions, interrupting what she was about to say, and causing the broomstick group to suddenly turn and stop.

"Shadowless!"

A roar of hatred resounded through the gloomy wilderness of the dark night, and the fierce killing intent made the otherwise cool air awe-inspiring!

"Wait, Severus, I haven't figured it out yet!"

Dumbledore's old countenance, which hung on Fawkes's other paw, was immensely illuminated by the brilliant firelight, and he ordered Snape to stop with an unprecedented sharpness.

However, he obviously underestimated Snape's hatred for Black, and Snape, who was close at hand, did not stop, but pointed his wand at Blake, who was visibly stunned by the presence of the two of them, even more decisively!

Call! ... Poof!

The sharp blade of substance slashed through Blake's body like a hot knife and butter, directly dismembering Blake, who was dressed in a black cloak, in mid-air, and his body shattered into seven or eight petals, scattered under the powerful inertia, and sprinkled into a pond in the wilderness!

There was a chilling anger in Dumbledore's blue eyes, but the anger in his eyes quickly vanished as the afterglow swept over the 'corpses', replaced by surprise.

Dumbledore landed on a small dirt slope, and Fawkes let out a soft cry over his shoulder.

"Stone--"

Staring at a neatly cut stone wrapped in a black cloth at his feet, Snape's shoulders shook violently, and his face trembled on his distorted face.

"Stone!"

Snape gasped as he glared at the Aurors who had also fallen into silent astonishment.

"Oh no, we're fooled!"

Kingsley, who was the first to come back to his senses, immediately shouted at Dumbledore,

"Albus, someone is trying to deliberately lure us away from Blake's old mansion!"

The half-moon lens on the twisted hooked nose flashed by, and Dumbledore didn't say a word, and disappeared in the flames of the explosion in an instant.

On the other side, the corners of Amosta's mouth, who noticed that the fake Black he had created with Transfiguration had been shattered and that Dumbledore's and Snape's magic had appeared at the same time, twitched, and within a few breaths, he attached all the spells he had mastered that could hide and disguise aura and magic to himself, and then, turned around and stepped out of this space, back to Grimmauld Place!

The dusk moonlight was completely obscured by thick clouds, and the dull air was filled with a suffocating pressure.

Albus. Dumbledore and Amosta, one on one side of the circular and the other on the other side of the circular square, looked at each other speechlessly.

One after another explosions appeared, and Dumbledore's side and behind him quickly filled with figures, but none of Snape and the strikers of the Ministry of Magic, who had just been impulsive, moved, their eyes were firmly locked on the black-robed Amosta, suppressed their anger, and waited for Dumbledore's orders.

“.......”

The corners of Amosta's mouth twitched again, and his gaze only fell on Dumbledore, who seemed to be puzzled between his eyebrows, and after thinking about it, he tilted his head and 'smirked',

"Boom...."

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