The Grey Wizard of Hogwarts Chapter 367

People say that the Philosopher's Stone is the highest skill in alchemy, and attribute the three Deathly Hallows to magical objects bestowed by the **** of death.

But in the eyes of many masters, they are not very sure about the existence of such things as gods.

These people prefer to regard the three Deathly Hallows as the highest magical achievement of human wizards for thousands of years.

The crowning achievement of wandmaking is the elder wand.

The crowning achievement of alchemy is the resurrection stone.

The highest achievement of magic props is the invisibility cloak.

Those who have used these three things said that they were good. Back then, Grindelwald gave up a lot of thought for the Elder Wand.

The invisibility cloak, which has been used countless times in history, has not changed its characteristics of hiding death after a long time.

You must know that ordinary invisibility cloaks only have a very short lifespan, and they will be scrapped when they expire.

Now that Anton holds the resurrection stone, he can feel the magic of this holy artifact.

It seems to be a bug in this world, an order determined by a rule, there is no so-called magic power at all, it is simply inexhaustible.

The Philosopher's Stone is a younger brother in front of it.

Well, it is said to be a hand-held, in fact, when Anton was refining the dark-golden doll, he stuffed it into his chest as a part of the doll.

The resurrection stone was inlaid on the ring by the Gaunt family and could be used by Voldemort as a Horcrux. Now Anton has it embedded in the body of the doll, and naturally it can also be used as a Horcrux.

or even a casting medium.

The ancient wizards did not use magic wands. What everyone likes most is to find all kinds of magical powers as a medium for casting spells.

A Deathly Hallows such as the Resurrection Stone can also be used.

The effect is great.

An Dong watched with great interest the silhouettes of the dead in the past that appeared in the mist, and smiled.

Among the Aurors was a dog-like person, a middle-aged uncle who was wearing a very delicate woolen coat, with the undead of a dozen children floating beside him, but all his colleagues looked weird.

"Adi!" An old Auror looked tremblingly at one of the undead children, his wand turned from Anton to the Auror surrounded by the child, roaring, "I always thought, I always thought he was missing. It's actually you!"

"No, it's not me!" The Auror panicked and wanted to Apparate away, but he forgot that Hogwarts banned Apparition.

Several other people quickly grabbed the old wizard, "Jeff, don't, don't now."

Anyway, that's how Voldemort created the 'Resurrection of the Undead', which caused chaos within the Auror group.

"Hey hey hey..."

Voldemort seemed to be enjoying the Aurors' slack, and laughed like a joke.

He gently stroked the head of the huge Viper entrenched beside him, licked the corner of his mouth, and walked forward with smooth and pale feet.

Countless Aurors surrounded him nervously with their wands, but no one dared to release a spell, so they had to slowly retreat as he advanced.

After retreating, he retreated to the entrance of the school infirmary on the second floor.

Just so arrogant, the Dark Lord Voldemort was empty-handed and didn't even have a wand, but none of these wizarding elites dared to attack him.

Even those as strong as Kingsley and Mad-Eye Moody are just on guard and dare not make any moves to change the situation easily.

I don't know who hit the wall with their backs first, which made the Aurors react. They had no way to retreat.

As if Voldemort didn't see them, he walked straight through their encirclement, walking gracefully as if no one else was there, and walked into the school infirmary filled with the most powerful wizard masters of this century, without fear at all. of.

In fact, it is not him who should be afraid, but these so-called masters.

Nicole May?

hehe~

Look at me Voldemort is looking at you?

Voldemort found a chair with a backrest, his wizard robes fluttered, sat down gently, crossed his feet, twisted his neck, and then tilted his head to look at Fudge, "You just said, I'm dead?"

Gollum.

Fudge's voice of swallowing saliva was so conspicuous in this quiet and depressing environment, he moved tremblingly, grabbing the newspaper that was about to be torn by his fingers, "No... it's not me."

"Oh?"

Voldemort propped his elbows on the armrest of the seat, his slender palms with long fingernails supported his profile, and looked at him playfully.

The loose sleeves of the wizard's robe drooped down, making his skinny forearms look so pale, so pale that they didn't seem to be alive.

The mist fell from his wizard robe, and the undead floated out of the mist, crowding the entire infirmary.

Perhaps because there were too many, he gracefully raised his left hand and waved it, as if to drive away flies, and all the undead disappeared.

It was at this time that everyone discovered that a huge viper was swimming on the ground, exuding a highly poisonous and sweet smell.

Fudge was scared, he wanted to run, but his legs wouldn't listen to him.

His torso, his hands, his teeth, don't listen to him.

It's so nasty.

Kakaka.

The teeth collided quickly, making a strange and ridiculous sound.

Voldemort still just looked at him leisurely, smiled and didn't speak, just looked at him straight in this way.

Fudge suddenly raised the newspaper in his hand, "It's not me, it's Rita, this **** reporter, I was just deceived by her."

"Is that so?" Voldemort leaned his back against the back of the chair and breathed out comfortably, "Then call her over and I'll ask her."

Fudge's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had found a silver lining, he hurriedly looked at the Aurors who were blocking the door, "Quick, get that **** reporter over here!"

Mad-Eye Moody looked at him in disbelief, "Minister Fudge, as the Minister of Magic, you..."

"Dizzy!"

"It's all petrified!"

Several spells hit Moody at the same time, and Moody twisted his magic eyeballs in surprise and fell to the ground with a snap.

The two Aurors quickly caught him and quickly dragged the old Auror to the outside.

A few more Aurors ran out the stairs.

This was simply the most humiliating moment in the history of the Auror office, no, even the most humiliating moment for the Ministry of Magic, their minister, without hesitation dragging out a scapegoat.

But none of these Aurors dared to make a sound. (Moody's has since retired.)

Some people choose to forbear, and when they do not understand the purpose of the Dark Lord at this time, they arbitrarily turn the situation into a life-and-death battle, which will only cause a large number of meaningless deaths.

Some people are really afraid. The Dark Lord's reputation has long reached the point where everyone just calls him a "you-know-who" even if he dies.

No, it is even the disgrace of the entire magic world now, and none of those powerful magic masters dare to say a word.

As I just said, they all have powerful connections, which also means that they are bound by the world. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

Even Nicole May, the hundreds-year-old wizard who planned to meet death, chose to remain silent. Behind him and his wife are families, and behind him are countless students, friends, wizarding schools, and everything else.

However, it is well known that Voldemort likes to kill these people the most.

Killing an opponent's wife, children, parents and other relatives is more pleasing to the Dark Lord than killing an opponent. This is a rule that the Death Eaters figured out after trying time and time again.

When the Dark Lord was in front of him, everyone could only be silent.

Everyone can only pin their hopes on Dumbledore, who is lying on the hospital bed not far away, expecting him to get up, turn the tide, and drive the mysterious man away.

Yes, as long as they are driven away, they will be very satisfied.

However, Dumbledore was completely in a coma, the cursed breath surging on his body, and there was no hope of living.

Everyone's heart is sinking.

No one knows what kind of situation the magic world will face next.

At this time, the professors led by Professor McGonagall also rushed over and surrounded the place, with anger in everyone's eyes.

Then, with a chuckle from the Dark Lord, he endured it.

The solemnity in the air is almost suffocating.

Chapter end