"He's not Blake--"

The first to break the silence was Severus Snape, who looked at the black cloaked and unrecognizable Amosa on the steps across the square, his gloomy face emitting a chill that could freeze the water.

How to say it, in fact, at this time, even the Aurors like Kingsley and Dlux probably have a faint judgment in their hearts, they have been dealing with criminals who do all kinds of evil all year round, and they have 'sniffed' from the dress and audacity of this dark wizard, this guy is likely to run out of that place, but they can't make a certain conclusion like Snape's tone.

Dumbledore didn't say anything about Snape's hints, but it wasn't the kind of calm that people often see, as if he knew everything, his eyes were half-squinted, and he seemed to be in a constant state of thought.

Did Dumbledore see through his disguise?

Amosta on the other side of the square thought about this in his heart, according to common sense, he thought that Dumbledore did not have this ability, but he could not be completely sure that in the contemporary wizarding world, except for the confident Voldemort, no one dared to say that he could fully see through Albus Dumbledore.

"Albus--"

Kingsley lowered his deep voice, "Whether this man is Black or not, we must catch him, or the Ministry of Magic will not be able to explain." ”

"yes--"

A streamer of light swept over the half-moon lens again, obscuring the true thoughts of the penetrating blue eyes behind the lenses, and the aura emanating from Dumbledore's tall and thin body, which had let go of some kind of trouble, was no longer so oppressive, and his voice became relaxed,

"That's clearly the case."

As he spoke, Dumbledore waved his wand lightly, and a rope that had the power to bind and prevent breakaway and apparition, and had hidden trails, ghostly appeared in front of Amosta, nimbly slapping around him.

Bang--

With a low, short muffled sound, the miserable white fire in the dark air flickered, Amosta's raised eyebrows and wand slowly fell, and he probably had an idea in his heart, Dumbledore should not recognize himself, otherwise, he would not use this level of magic to fool people.

The 'low-level' magic in Amosta's senses was not so simple for the others, at least, the strikers of the Ministry of Magic were in great shock when they saw this scene!

Because, although they saw Dumbledore waving his wand, they didn't know what he did at all, but from the subsequent movements, they at least knew that this dark wizard had resisted Dumbledore's attack!

It's incredible!

In the contemporary wizarding world, there are people who can fight the great Albus Dumbledore, this is simply appalling, in everyone's concept, except for the mysterious man who has been obsessed, there should be no wizard who can stop Dumbledore's magic, even Severus Snape, can't help but turn his face sideways and glance at Dumbledore!

"Truly..."

Amosta 'smirked' again, and he stood at the foot of the stairs with graceful steps, his chin exuding a rebellious arrogance.

"It turns out that the famous Albus Dumbledore is just a little bit of a trick?"

The ridicule from the unpredictable Dark Wizard made everyone fall into anger, and not everyone present was a 'believer' of Dumbledore, but there was no doubt that Dumbledore was the most powerful wizard in their hearts, and the Dark Wizard's ridicule was undoubtedly a slap in the face on their faith!

The enraged crowd did not move Dumbledore's old cheeks slightly, he shook his sleeve to reveal his wrist holding the staff, smiled and responded in a pleasant voice,

"Actually, I've always thought that people were overthinking me, and I have to thank you for letting them realize that I'm not omnipotent."

Amosta, whose face was hidden under his hood, rolled his eyes covertly, not wanting to make any comments on Dumbledore's remarks.

There was a lot of magic reaction on the periphery of the encirclement of Grimmauld Place, and at the same time, the neon lights of the Muggle police cars and fire trucks also stopped and did not try to approach the inner circle, which meant that the relevant departments of the Ministry of Magic had begun to counteract the influence of his movements.

Amosta knew that if he hadn't planned to slaughter the entire wizarding world tonight, it was time for him to find a way to get himself out.

"I'm sorry for the trouble I caused you tonight--"

Amosta said in a hoarse voice, nodding politely at Dumbledore and the Miniss' strikers,

"If you don't have any other advice, then I'm leaving now."

"Wishful thinking!"

Dlux, who was in charge of monitoring the overall mission plan of Black's old mansion, glared viciously at the dark wizard who had disgraced him, and said viciously,

"You can't go anywhere, except Azkaban!"

But except for him, the rest of them didn't move, just focused on Dumbledore, who was as tall as a mountain and was staring intently at the dark wizard, suppressing restless thoughts and waiting for Dumbledore to give instructions.

"Looks like they don't want you to leave, this gentleman--"

Dumbledore said humorously, "Personally, I'd rather find a quiet place to have a drink with you and talk about your purpose in trying to break into the Black family's mansion." ”

I had great expectations that I would be able to kill Blake directly tonight, but when I came, I found that it wasn't him at all, Snape was thinking about his thoughts with a dark face, and after hearing Dumbledore's words, he was still motionless, but with a suspicious look in his eyes, he skimmed over.

Find a quiet place to have a drink...

Amosta narrowed his eyes, did Dumbledore really mean what he meant when he said this, could it be that he had really seen through his disguise and knew who he was?

According to common sense, this is impossible, although Dumbledore is powerful, he is not sacred, there is no reason to be able to see through the magic of his body that has been disguised so quickly, but this is also an impossible thing, no one knows where the limits of the greatest wizard of our time are.

After thinking for a moment, Amosta decided to leave as soon as possible, his eyes fell on Fawkes on Dumbledore's shoulder, this phoenix is not simple, it can enter and exit any area where apparition is forbidden at will, if Dumbledore is determined to catch himself, with the help of this phoenix, then he will indeed have to spend some effort to get out.

"Thank you for your kind invitation, Mr. Dumbledore, but you still have a lot of trouble to deal with tonight, so I think it's better to change the time--"

Amosta gracefully owes a debt, and in Dumbledore's condensed gaze, a palpitating evil thought passes through like a cold wind, silencing all the strikers of the Ministry of Magic, and the earth and air begin to shake at the same time, and the restless magic is like dry firewood without a trace of moisture, and the star sparks sprayed from the tip of Amosta's staff instantly ignite it!

Rumble!

The ground cracked out of thin air, and the crack dozens of feet wide encompassed everyone, including Dumbledore, and those cracks that went straight to Hell suddenly erupted into a pale wall of fire up to 100 feet high, and the surging heat and the beastly roar that came out of the fierce fire directly frightened more than half of the Ministry of Magic employees to the ground!

This sea of burning fire made the powerful Severus Snape, who had seen Voldemort up close, also look stunned, and he subconsciously threw out a few magic spells to try to cut through the wall of fire, but those sharp transparent blades were also swallowed by the rolling waves of fire, and had no effect.

"You can't handle this, Severus."

Dumbledore, who was also somewhat surprised by this magic, regained his composure, he raised his wand and swung it neatly, and a spatial blade appeared in the air, slashing directly at the wall of fire!



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