Chapter 415 The Death of Voldemort

After Sherlock merged the residual soul of Nagini this time, the movement caused by it attracted the attention of almost everyone on the battlefield.

Because the fluctuation of the magic power was too strong, and Sherlock's control area was further increased, this time it can be said that the range has doubled, covering most of the battlefield.

While Voldemort felt that his lungs were about to explode, he also became extremely vigilant.

He couldn't know how much of his Horcruxes had been "eaten" by the robber in front of him, but on such a matter of his life, Voldemort, who was so afraid of death, would never gamble with his only life.

After feeling that Sherlock's current state had returned to the previous state, or even stronger than before, he turned around and ran without hesitation!

But this time, Sherlock's control of magic has expanded countless times.

When Voldemort just made a move to escape, Sherlock had already stretched out his right hand.

The slender five fingers opened, and then gently squeezed the air, and Voldemort's body, which had turned into black mist, was suddenly squeezed by an inexplicable force!

Then, his magic was forcibly terminated!

The humanoid Voldemort without nose and hair was forced to condense from the black fog.

This scene happened in the middle of the battlefield and was seen by many people.

Voldemort seemed to have completely lost his ability to move and was completely controlled by Sherlock!

Voldemort, who had lost all his ability to resist, looked extremely gloomy. Not only was he unable to use magic at this time, but even his body seemed to be completely deprived of control and he had no way to act according to his thoughts.

After seeing this situation in front of him, the faces of almost every Death Eater changed.

Everyone knew very well that the following battles would not affect the final victory or defeat. Who would have the final say in the future of the magic world actually depended on the duel between Sherlock and Voldemort in the center of the battlefield.

And now this duel has obviously come to an end.

Those Death Eaters who were originally not loyal to Voldemort and had been wavering did not hesitate at all. They immediately decided not to entangle with the Aurors or members of the Order of the Phoenix in front of them and turned around and fled!

In addition, the remaining Voldemort loyalists did not hesitate to care about their enemies, but raised their wands to Sherlock and released spells, trying to save their master from Sherlock's control.

But their efforts were in vain.

Those spells did not even fly within a meter of Sherlock, and they were all wiped out by a unique magic, as if they had never been used.

The Death Eaters who chose to escape also found desperately that at some point, the battlefield was surrounded by a circle of red flames, and no spell could extinguish it, and the ground became an impassable restricted area.

There were also a few people who kept their flying brooms and wanted to break through from the sky, but the old man who was called the greatest white wizard of the 20th century was guarding the sky, and any wizard who rose from the ground on a flying broom became the target of his spell.

Obviously, this circle of restrictions on the ground was also his work.

Since Dumbledore completely trusted Sherlock and gave Voldemort full power to him, it was not that Dumbledore did nothing in this war.

Under his watch, no one present could escape from this blockade area.

Voldemort was now desperate.

He had almost never experienced a desperate situation like this.

Even when he was killed by Harry Potter, strictly speaking, he was killed by his own killing curse, and now he was almost captured alive by Sherlock, and he was completely crushed in terms of strength.

But it was because of this capture that Voldemort was left with a glimmer of hope.

He could clearly judge that if all his Horcruxes had been destroyed by Sherlock, he would most likely not leave himself a life.

Voldemort had a clear self-knowledge of himself.

Unlike his predecessor, the charismatic Grindelwald, who was widely circulated in the outside world, his image in the magic world has always been a powerful madman.

The safest way to deal with such a person is to send him to death.

But now Sherlock did not choose such a direct method, which made Voldemort make a judgment in his heart.

It is very likely that his Horcruxes have not been destroyed yet!

Even if he is unwilling to gamble with his life, he will die if caught, and there is a possibility of living after death. Voldemort still knows how to choose between these two options.

He looked at Sherlock with resentment and hatred.

"It won't end like this, Sherlock Forrest, everything you do now will cost you in the future! I won't let you defeat me so easily, not to mention that you are using my power!"

Sherlock had no intention of answering Voldemort's harsh words.

He was increasing his intervention in the body of this dark devil, trying to completely separate his soul and body from the magical level, and then achieve the effect of imprisonment.

But unlike what he thought before, Voldemort's body can be said to be the original soul, without any trace of acquired lodging. Even if Sherlock can control all magic and matter under his control, there is no way to forcibly separate a complete body and spirit.

"Remember my words! I will not leave! No one can kill me! When I come back next time, all of you will be settled!"

Voldemort roared and finished this last will, and then his body suddenly exploded!

Sherlock could clearly feel that the omnipotent power was slowly fading from his body, but before Voldemort chose to commit suicide, he forced his own magic into his soul.

Blood and flesh fell from the sky, soaking a piece of land on the ground.

The whole battlefield was quiet.

Not only did the diehard Death Eaters witness the death of their master in a daze, but even the Aurors and members of the Order of the Phoenix all stared at the pile of minced meat on the ground with their eyes wide open in disbelief.

Sherlock has fallen back to the ground.

He stared at the blood and minced meat not far in front of him, and a sense of unreality rose in his heart.

Has this most powerful dark devil in the whole story really been killed by him?

Soon his self-doubt was answered.

Beside him, whether the Aurors and members of the Order of the Phoenix who were still standing or lying on the ground, cheers broke through the sky!