Chapter 341: Chase

The hillside has become quiet again.

Peter, trembling, took Voldemort from the black-robed Death Eater, who would not make people want to see him again after the first glance.

He gently put the thing that could not even be called a living thing into the calm liquid in the crucible that was as calm as dead water.

With a "hiss", Voldemort sank, and even the Death Eaters standing around could hear the sound of his soft body hitting the bottom of the crucible.

The black-robed Death Eater who had been holding Voldemort before gently raised his wand.

His body was shaking, and even his voice was shaking.

"Father's bones, accidentally donated, can make your son reborn!"

The ground where Sherlock was originally standing suddenly cracked, and a small wisp of dust in the crack rose into the air in response to the Death Eater's call, and then gently fell into the crucible.

The originally calm liquid suddenly boiled, and the color of the potion turned into a bright blue, which gave people a feeling that it was not very normal.

The Death Eater still did not stop his hand movements. He pulled out a long and thin dagger from his black cloak, and his voice became more trembling and sobbing.

"The flesh of a servant, voluntarily offered, can bring your master back to life!"

"Puff!"

This is the sound of warm blood bursting in the air, and at the same time, there is a miserable scream.

The nameless Death Eater cut off his arm with a knife, and the broken arm also fell into the blue liquid. The liquid instantly changed color again and turned into a fiery red.

The Death Eater who lost his arm was gasping in pain, and he continued to recite the last spell.

"The blood of the enemy, forced to give, can resurrect your enemy!"

The glass bottle containing Sherlock's blood was opened, and the scarlet liquid inside was poured into the crucible.

The next second, the color of the liquid in the crucible turned into a dazzling white!

The dozen or so Death Eaters who were left here kneeling on their knees all lowered their heads to the ground, and no one dared to look directly at the Dark Lord who was about to be reborn.

The Death Eater who lost his arm completed a whole set of resurrection procedures, and fell down powerlessly beside the crucible, while Peter curled up in an inconspicuous corner.

After being found to have turned into a werewolf, his status among the Death Eaters plummeted.

Voldemort did not think of the fact that he had found the weakest self and had been taking care of him until now, showing his indifference to the extreme.

After a boiling gurgling sound, the white liquid immediately turned into a color like black velvet.

Water vapor filled the crucible, and soon a slender, thin figure stood up from the huge crucible.

The man was as thin as a skeleton, and the cold and sharp voice came out of the water vapor.

"Put on my robe."

Immediately, a Death Eater wearing an iron mask stepped forward and put the prepared black robe on his master.

The skinny but still tall man stepped out of the crucible and walked out of the permeating water vapor, revealing his true face.

Skin paler than a skeleton, two big blood-red eyes, and a flat nose like a snake, with only two slits in the nostrils.

Voldemort is resurrected!

At the same time, Sherlock was running wildly with Cedric on a small road one mile away from the place where Voldemort was resurrected.

"What the hell! How big is the anti-apparition magic they set up? Why haven't you gotten out yet?"

Cedric, who was held under Sherlock's arm like a cargo, looked up at the group of Death Eaters who were still chasing them in the air.

"Professor, I think they are likely to spread the anti-Apparition magic while chasing us. As long as we don't run as fast as they fly, we will never escape."

"Md, f**k! God's Sharpness!"

Sherlock has been constantly building new armor spells around him to defend against the spells that are constantly shot at him like a laser rain, but he also did not forget to find the right time to sprinkle a large piece of cold knives into the sky.

Then he moved Cedric from his left armpit to his right armpit to save energy.

The reason why Sherlock ran with Cedric in his arms was certainly not because Cedric was exhausted and couldn't run anymore.

As a Ravenclaw seeker and an excellent Quidditch player, Cedric's physical fitness is among the best among his peers, and is not much worse than Sherlock.

This is just because Voldemort gave these Death Eaters the order to kill Cedric and capture Sherlock.

All the Death Eaters used the Killing Curse on Cedric without exception. Even with the Shield Charm, it was impossible to stop it. Moreover, there were so many enemies that he had no room to dodge.

In order to protect his safety, Sherlock could only choose to block himself in front of him.

Fortunately, Cedric's body was cast with enough Levitation Charm, so Sherlock didn't have to work so hard to hold him up, and his running speed wouldn't be much slower.

With Voldemort's order, these Death Eaters would not kill Sherlock. He had already fled for a mile, but still no killing curse flew towards him.

Those red spells were basically all Stunning Spells, Petrifying Spells and Binding Spells, and there were not even a few Disarming Spells.

Because the hundreds of wands surrounding Sherlock looked really shocking, the Death Eaters could not be sure that even if a Disarming Spell hit Sherlock, it would be useless to simply disarm the wand in his hand.

Cedric's analysis was well-reasoned, which made Sherlock swear when he fought back.

But now no one would hold him responsible for swearing in front of the students. If it were not for the lack of words, even Cedric himself would have wanted to curse.

Sherlock's counterattack had little effect.  After a period of chasing, these Death Eaters were already familiar with his offensive methods and rhythm.  Dozens of Shenfeng Wuying were released,  only a few Death Eaters burst into blood.

The next moment after the counterattack ended, Sherlock didn't even have a chance to breathe, and immediately cast the Armor Charm on himself again.

"Even if we can't escape the range of the anti-apparition magic, we have to keep running! They keep casting spells, and such obvious magic fluctuations will eventually be noticed by the people of the Ministry of Magic. As long as we can hold on until an Auror finds out that something is wrong and brings people over, we will be successful!"