After causing such a big mess, within a few minutes, a large number of employees from the Ministry of Magic will arrive here to deal with the memories of those Muggles whose views have been shattered, and to repair the damage caused by Amosta, so he does not have much There was no time to waste. After glancing at the houses on the left and right to confirm that there were no Muggles inside, a barrier of light as thin as cicada wings enveloped Amosta's body.
Click!
Just like dealing with Riddle's notebook Horcrux in a secret room, Amosta's gleaming hand stuck directly into the space hidden by the spell. He seemed to be passing through a narrow gap between two bars in an iron gate. Little by little, I squeezed in. After half a minute, my body completely disappeared into the air.
It is somewhat similar to the magic space in the Horcrux. The magic plane equivalent to the high-dimensional space is vast and boundless, but it does not have the disgusting evil magic power in the Horcrux.
After breaking through the outermost space barrier, Amosta stood in the void, staring at the five-story building that seemed to be floating in a rushing river, and the bronze chains of different thicknesses that blocked him in front of him. The iron net was constructed with a solemn expression.
From a conventional perspective, this house is not far from Amosta. From the outside world, it can be reached in no more than half a minute. But Amosta knows that it is not actually that simple. In space In the field, it seems that there is only one step away, but in fact there may be thousands of mountains and rivers in between.
Just like in the first half of the year, the night Amosta processed the memory in the bottle, he completely isolated his office from the space where Hogwarts was located and exiled him to space. If he didn't know the specific space of the office coordinates, then it might take decades for Dumbledore to break into his office.
The old house in front of me is also the same.
As for the nature of this chain network, it is actually a defensive spell attached to the ancestral home by successive heads of the Black family. These spells are powerful and ancient, interdependent and restrictive. It is difficult to identify one of them from the intricate relationships. Dissect one. Reading Pavilion
"The heritage of a pure-blood family is indeed extraordinary, and this house is really nice!"
Amosta nodded in appreciation, but he was not in a good mood.
The old Black residence was protected by such powerful and complicated means. In just a few minutes, it was very difficult for Amosta to break through these barriers.
After thinking for a moment, Amosta walked forward, stood in front of the magic net, and looked at it quietly.
It is true that Amosta, who does not know the coordinates of the building, cannot get close to Blake's old house, but the chain network in front of him is not impossible for Amosta to deal with, it can even be said to be very simple.
Because these spells can be traced back to hundreds of years ago, quite a few of them have become ineffective. Moreover, due to the varying levels of magic among the successive heads of the Black family, many of the magic added later not only failed to enhance protection, but actually interfered with it. The operation of those ancient spells, so it can be destroyed by the simplest violent means.
The only problem is that with such dense magic nodes connected together, once Amosta starts to break through the obstacles, it is very likely that the defense network of Black's ancestral home will fall into a systemic collapse. And once such a bad situation occurs, It would be easy for Amosta to escape, but the situation in this old house might not be too optimistic.
Either the old house and this space will be destroyed by a violent explosion caused by the sudden chaos of magic, or it will be completely exiled to an unknown space. The people inside will not be able to return to the normal world, and people in the normal world will never be found. This mansion.
If he just wanted to simply kill Black, Amos could do whatever he wanted. Regardless of whether Black was inside or not, it was okay to use some means of killing such criminals rather than letting them go. However, Amos Tower's purpose of chasing Black is very complicated, and one of them may, well, at least require him to get Black's body...
Staring at the mansion floating in the turbulent current, Amosta frowned slightly, weighing the pros and cons in his mind.
After a long silence, Amosta finally raised his wand, his eyes calm and determined. But the moment he started to break through the barrier, Amosta suddenly looked back, looking towards the door he entered with a look of astonishment on his face.
"Why so fast?!"
.....................
The vast torrent of broomsticks crossed the edge of London and marched into the vast wilderness.
"This isn't right, Delis!"
The oncoming strong wind forced Kingsley, who was riding on his broomstick, to roar at the top of his lungs. He squinted his eyes and looked ahead at 'Black', who was showing ease in the dense and brilliant bombardment of cursed light. , I feel more and more inconsistent!
"What's wrong, Kingsley, what did you find?"
Delish's face was livid, and not even the howling wind could suppress the sinister tone in his voice.
"Black!" Kingsley continued to yell, "I have never heard that he is a Quidditch master or a Durx. Even Bulgaria's talented seeker can't compete with his flying skills!"
Many people around heard Kingsley's roar and understood what Kingsley wanted to express, but no one spoke, not even Delis, because regardless of the man in front of him who used the Ministry of Magic's striker as a kite. Whoever it is, they all have to catch this guy.
"Damn it!"
Tonks, who was following Kingsley, collapsed and shouted,
"If Minister Fudge hadn't deducted our bonus for two months, I should be riding a brand new Nimbus 2001 now, so that I would never be left behind by this despicable criminal!"
"Then you should thank Minister Fudge, Tonks!" Delis lifted his broom and flashed past the lonely tall tree in the wilderness, and said gloomily, "He prevented you from being killed directly by Black!"
Tonks was about to retort, but suddenly, accompanied by brilliant firelight and explosions, two figures appeared in mid-air in front of Blake, interrupting what she was about to say, and causing the broom brigade to suddenly turn around. Stopped suddenly.
"The Divine Edge is Shadowless!"
The roar filled with hatred echoed through the gloomy wilderness under the dark night, and the fierce killing intent made the originally cool air become awe-inspiring!
"Wait, Severus, we haven't figured it out yet!"
Dumbledore's old face, which was hanging on Fawkes' other paw, was illuminated by the brilliant firelight and looked extremely majestic. He ordered Snape to stop in an unprecedented sharp tone.
However, he obviously underestimated Snape's hatred for Black. Snape, who was so close, did not stop. Instead, he pointed the wand more decisively at Black, who was obviously shocked by their appearance!
call! ...poof!
Like a real sharp blade, it cut through Blake's body like a hot knife and like butter, directly dismembering Blake, who was wearing a black cloak, in mid-air. His body was broken into seven or eight pieces and scattered in all directions under the strong inertia, scattering into the wilderness. In a pond!
There was frightening anger in Dumbledore's blue eyes. However, when his peripheral vision swept over the 'corpse', the anger in his eyes quickly disappeared and was replaced by surprise.
Dumbledore landed on a small slope, and Fawkes rested on his shoulder and cried softly.
"Stone--"
Staring at a stone wrapped in black cloth and neatly cut at his feet, Snape's shoulders shook violently, and his face was trembling on his distorted face.
"Stone!"
Snape gasped and roared, glaring at the Aurors who were also in silent astonishment.
"No, we were fooled!"
Kingsley, who was the first to recover, immediately shouted to Dumbledore,
"Albus, someone is trying to lure us away deliberately and break into Black's old house!"
A stream of light flashed across the half-moon lens mounted on the twisted aquiline nose. Dumbledore did not say a word and disappeared in the explosion of fire.
On the other side, Amosta twitched the corner of his mouth when he noticed that the fake Black he had created using Transfiguration was shattered and the magic power of Dumbledore and Snape appeared at the same time. Within a few breaths, he He added all the spells he had that could hide and disguise his aura and magic power to himself, then turned around and stepped out of this space, returning to Grimmauld Place!
The dim moonlight was completely covered by thick clouds, and the dim air was filled with a suffocating pressure.
Albus Dumbledore and Amostar, one on this side of the circular square and the other on the other side of the circular square, looked at each other speechlessly.
Explosions appeared one after another, and figures around and behind Dumbledore quickly filled up. However, none of the impulsive Snape and the Ministry of Magic's strikers moved rashly. Their eyes were firmly locked together. Amosta, who was wearing black robes, was suppressing his anger and waiting for Dumbledore's instructions.
"...."
The corner of Amosta's mouth twitched again. His eyes only fell on Dumbledore, who seemed to have doubts on his brow. After thinking about it, he tilted his head and started to smile evilly.
"Jie Jie Jie..."
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