UPDATE: Even though he's exhausted, it's a bit difficult to get Sherlock to do normal spellcasting right now.

But he still insisted and increased the number of spells cast against the Fiery Fire Spell.

More than ten magic wands were inserted into the ground, and the blue flames rose, instantly surpassing the momentum of the red flame python!

The blue wall, which was constantly jumping with flames, gradually changed its shape, and finally turned into a big blue hand, which tightly grabbed the snake head of the fire python.

It's like fire meets water.

The situation that was still in balance before has been completely reversed at this time.

The fire python let out a silent scream, then melted in the big blue hand, and finally disappeared completely!

Although Li Huo has been resolved, Sherlock's current situation has only improved slightly.

Voldemort didn't give him any breathing time at all.

The dark green spells kept falling from the sky. As long as Sherlock tried to use Transfiguration to conjure physical objects to resist, countless invisible sharp blades would immediately come out of the sky.

Voldemort's accomplishments in black magic have been searched throughout the entire history of magic, and he is the top group. Whether it is the life-threatening curse or Shenfeng Wuying, the power he unleashes is far superior to any wizard.

And Sherlock is now completely dead.

He was originally inferior to this black devil, who could be one of the most powerful wizards in history, in terms of hard power. Coupled with the large amount of physical strength he had consumed before, Sherlock clearly felt that he couldn't last long.

The black fog surrounding the battlefield had long since dissipated. As an opponent, Voldemort now knew that Sherlock was the grasshopper of the post-autumn era.

The Death Eaters scattered around watched this unsuspenseful battle.

They laughed and booed every time Sherlock evaded a spell from Voldemort.

The thugs had made the private duel a celebration of Voldemort's new birth.

And as the background board for today's celebration, Sherlock must only be the first soul of the returning Dark Lord!

Even if he knew that he was going to explain it here today, Sherlock didn't show the slightest timidity on his face.

His eyes became more and more fierce, but his face became more and more calm.

It's like a lone wolf that has been driven to the end. While staring at his enemy violently, he will still calmly think about how to bite a piece of meat from the opponent in the next bite!

He looked at the man floating in the sky, his face had become rampant, and he laughed and continued to use the curse, illuminating the whole night sky, a man called the devil.

Sherlock's calm, hideous gaze gradually became decisive.

He knew very well that he couldn't kill Voldemort no matter what, the Horcrux had not been completely destroyed, and even if the resurrected Voldemort died, his second resurrection would only become easier.

So far, neither the Ministry of Magic nor Hogwarts has come here, and Sherlock already knows that if he drags him back for at most three minutes, he can only become a corpse under the curse.

Since there is no doubt about death, even if he is dead, he will also leave an unforgettable lesson for Voldemort!

Sherlock rubbed his back molars and put his knee on one hand, making his tired body stand up.

The remaining magic wands, which were already less than a hundred, were quietly suspended beside him, and he needed to wait for an opportunity, a suitable opportunity.

And at the same time as Sherlock stood up from the ground, beside him, suddenly there were countless iron cables that appeared out of nowhere!

Those jet-black chains suddenly tightened, and before he could react, they tightly bound his hands and feet.

Even when Voldemort was laughing, those blood-red eyes were still full of coldness and sharpness, as if it was another person who was laughing, and the real him would only remain indifferent forever.

"I won't let you die so easily, Sherlock. If it was like that, the battle wouldn't last that long."

His voice was playful and slow, like a victor reading out the final fate of the loser.

"I'm actually thinking about whether to let you, like your mother, clear your memory, fill in those resentful, vicious, and desperate memories, and drive you crazy. Or let Nagini make you little by little. Eat and feel death slowly."

Even if he lost his ability to resist, the expression on Sherlock's face was still calm.

He knew that Voldemort didn't mean that the villain died too much. His ultimate goal of killing himself was purely to remove the half of Sally's remnant that was attached to his soul.

The more painful the death of Sherlock, the better it is to cry and pray before death, in order to achieve the best results.

He stared at Voldemort's eyes and could clearly feel that he was venting his emotions at this time, his attention was still vigilant, but his state had relaxed a lot.

"Perhaps you should consider this." Sherlock's voice was low, his voice hoarse due to lack of water, but it was enough for everyone present to hear it clearly.

And just as he spoke, a dark figure suddenly appeared on his shoulder.

It's like a black paint dropped on a blank drawing board, which is extraordinarily abrupt, but makes people feel an inexplicable coordination.

"But shouldn't time be pushed back a little further?"

At the moment when his voice fell, the black ink was completely condensed into a solid body!

Covered with black feathers, the crow with scarlet eyes stood on Sherlock's shoulder and looked into Voldemort's eyes!

Endless darkness filled his vision!

These dark and unfamiliar people are completely different from the ones he has always been in contact with. In the dark night, there seem to be countless pairs of eyes peeping in private, staring at his every move!

In reality, the moment Fiddlesticks and Voldemort looked at each other, in the sight of Sherlock and all the Death Eaters, his entire body seemed to have lost its support point and fell uncontrollably!

The chain that was tied to Sherlock's body, which was formed by Transfiguration, also changed back to its original shape because of the loss of the source of magic power, and untied his bondage~lightnovelpub.net~ This sudden situation made all other eaters The dead disciples were all stunned, but Sherlock didn't hesitate!

He knew very well that Fiddlesticks was only effective because Voldemort's soul was split into multiple parts, and there was an inherent lack of resistance against it.

But such an effect can only rely on surprises, leaving him little time to react.

Without using any magic spell, Sherlock, who has completely put his life and death in his heart, used the most primitive means!

The wand he always held in his hand turned into a long and narrow blade!

He held it high.

It was like the last thunderstorm that fell before the rainstorm ended!

Brutally stabbed!

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