Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 527 Target! Holsands Village!

Mike, who was far away in Ying Country, naturally didn't know what was happening in Marijoa.

In fact, he is still dispatching his troops and preparing for the next campaign to encircle and suppress Voldemort.

This is not an easy task.

You have to know that Mike's business is very big now, and the force he can directly control is only those dozens of elite wizards, and relying on just these people is far from enough.

In this case, Mike needs to spend more time to mobilize all the forces that can be mobilized.

The first to receive the transfer orders were the Los Santos Cartel fighters hiding in various terrorist groups. These people who were originally core members and trustees were quickly transferred away, and their departure slowed down various terrorist activities in society. Even the Ministry of Magic breathed a sigh of relief. Although they did not understand what was going on, it did not affect their publication of morale-boosting articles such as "The Chaos Will Soon Pass" in the Daily Prophet.

Mike and the others all smiled and understood. They knew very well that as long as they didn't want it to end, this matter would never end.

The second unit to receive the transfer order was the Muggle Force. Strictly speaking, this could not be considered a transfer order, but a transaction.

Thanks to the last deal with the Muggle Prime Minister, both parties tasted the sweetness, so this time after receiving Mike's request for help, the other party directly sent out a much larger number of mechanized troops than last time, among which the number of snipers was especially large. This was Mike's special request. He found that in a battle of this level with Voldemort, ordinary heavy firepower weapons were basically of no use. Only something like a sniper, which was 100% unexpected, could play an unexpected role at the critical moment.

The Muggle Prime Minister agreed with this, but Mike knew very well that he would agree with anything he said to him now, because this was a transaction involving materials worth 1 gold Galleons. The Muggle Prime Minister would probably laugh so hard when he returned!
In addition to these two families, Mike also borrowed a large number of combat wizards from the Free family. This family was purely friendly support, and Mike was very grateful for it.

And here, Mike's troops were finally assembled.

This time, he almost mobilized all his strength, just to destroy Voldemort!
During this period, Franklin also asked Mike, is it necessary to mobilize so many troops for Voldemort? In order to draw troops to deal with him, they even slowed down the most important rebellion plan and owed a large debt of favor to the Fry family!
But in response to his questions, Mike said nothing. He just rolled up his sleeves and beat the guy up.

The reason is simple. As his own confidant and a core member of the Los Santos Group, it is really embarrassing that Franklin could ask such a stupid question!

Anyone who has witnessed Dumbledore and Voldemort in action will understand how big the gap is between ordinary wizards and legendary wizards!

Just like 0 and 1, these two numbers seem to be only one level apart, but any adult understands that everything is difficult at the beginning, and the same is true for the process of advancing from 0 to 1. The subsequent changes from 1 to 100 are only quantitative changes, but from 0 to 1 is a process from nothing to something, which is a qualitative change!

Even though Mike is very powerful now, if Dumbledore and Voldemort still retain the fighting power of their heyday, any one of them can easily bury Mike and all his companions in the grave!

This is also the reason why Mike was so anxious to mobilize all his manpower to deal with Voldemort.

You know, according to the information provided by Kled, Voldemort is now seriously injured.

Mike felt that he had a chance of winning against Voldemort, otherwise, he would have no chance until the other party recovered.

As for whether Kled's intelligence was wrong, Mike felt that this was not something he needed to doubt, because Kled himself should be very clear that if his intelligence was wrong, it would lead to the failure of Mike's operation.

Then only death awaits him.

You know, Mike himself is not someone you can easily mess with!

After all, this is still a world where personal strength is the first factor. No matter how many pieces of trash there are, they can never be compared to a truly strong person.

It’s a pity that although Mike is only one step away from advancing to the legendary level, he has made no progress. He can never understand the hint that Dumbledore once gave him!
Otherwise, he wouldn't need to go through so much trouble at this moment, it would be enough to just push everything aside!
"Ugh!"

Thinking of this, Mike sighed heavily.

Franklin and others beside him also cast concerned glances upon seeing this.

They were in the troop transport yard under the Magic Drink Factory. This spacious space, as big as a square, was already filled with the combat wizards of the Los Santos Group and the troops loaned from the Foley Family.

As for the Muggle troops, they had already ambushed in a base near the combat site in advance. As long as the frontal battle has begun, they can be dispatched to provide support at any time.

Not only that, this time Mike also prepared a large number of door keys connected to Avery's Secret Realm, so that the ants can come to support when the time comes.

Of course, the above two troops are just cannon fodder. The real main force to deal with Voldemort is the group of fighting wizards in front of Mike.

Although the number of these wizards is not large on paper, there are only a few hundred of them, but as the saying goes, a hundred people make a group and a thousand people make a sea. The scene of such a large group of people gathered in such an underground space is still very spectacular. Mike and others standing on a high place can't even see the end of these people at a glance.

Such a group of elite combat wizards who are fully armed to the teeth, even legendary wizards will not be able to do anything to them in a short period of time, not to mention that Voldemort is now seriously injured.

Then add in Mike himself and Arthur, two sharp fighters who are just one step away from legendary level combat power, even the legendary wizard Mike can be killed!

At this moment, Mike was extremely confident. He held his chest high and looked down at the troops below him. The heroic spirit in his chest almost burst out.

Around him, Benjamin and others were in a similar state. Only Franklin cared about the embarrassment and was so excited that he started to shake.

But this time Mike did not blame him. Faced with such a powerful army, how many people in this world could remain calm?
Thinking of this, Mike smiled slightly and shouted loudly to the people below him:
"Let's go! In this battle, we can only win! We cannot lose!"

"Yes, sir!"

……

Just as Mike issued the order to set off, Voldemort, who was far away in the village of Hallsands, felt a sharp pain in his eyebrows.

He instinctively raised his head and looked towards the northeast.

But through the narrow window, he could only see a large locust tree dancing like a ghost in the night wind, and crows flying by from time to time. "A deadly bird?"

Voldemort murmured softly, his right hand unconsciously covering his left chest again.

There, now there is only an empty hole that allows people to see the scene on the opposite side. The heart that should have been beating there is now nowhere to be found.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Voldemort suddenly began to cough violently, and along with his coughing, a large amount of black blood and internal organ fragments were coughed out of his body.

There was a sound of pots and pans colliding outside the room where Voldemort was. Bellatrix rushed into the room with an anxious look on her face. She knelt down beside Voldemort and said with concern as she looked at the pool of black blood he coughed up:
"Master! Your condition has worsened again! It's all my fault. I'm so useless. If I had Snape's potion skills, you would..."

Voldemort held out his hand, stopping the other person from speaking any further.

"Stop talking. Even if Severus were here, he couldn't heal my wounds."

Bellatrix wanted to say something after hearing this, but then Voldemort placed his skinny, pale hand on Bellatrix's cheek and rubbed it gently.

Bellatrix stopped talking immediately. She closed her eyes with an intoxicated look on her face, and rubbed Voldemort's icy hand slowly like a coquettish kitten.

This period of time could be said to be the most comfortable days in her life. Although the glory of the past was gone, her beloved master finally showed some of the gentleness he had in the past. Not only did he treat her gently, he even gently stroked her cheek every day. If possible, she would even be willing to give up everything she had in exchange for such days to continue forever.

While Bellatrix was intoxicated, Voldemort's thoughts drifted to a few months ago.

At that time, Michael had just wiped out his entire Death Eater army, so he naturally turned his attention to the Ministry of Magic.

In his opinion, the Ministry of Magic was the best place to recruit troops. As long as he could defeat the Ministry of Magic and use force to become the new master of the Ministry of Magic, he would then have an inexhaustible supply of talents at his disposal.

This should have been a very simple matter. After all, he had already confirmed that there were no legendary wizards in the Ministry of Magic.

But just when he was attacking the Ministry of Magic, an accident still occurred.

At that time, a force that frightened him suddenly erupted in the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic, which was responsible for studying and storing mysterious objects!

He was very familiar with that power, for it was the power that Harry Potter's mother, the Muggle witch, had used to defeat him more than a decade ago, an ancient power that Dumbledore called *!
Merlin testified! Voldemort almost lost hope at that time!
Fortunately, the conditions for releasing this ancient forbidden spell are extremely harsh. Last time, Harry's mother sacrificed her life and soul to defeat Voldemort, and this time, the Ministry of Magic chose to sacrifice the lives of all members of the Department of Mysteries!
But just like the nature of the whole world, no matter how many ragtag ants there are, they cannot defeat a truly strong person. Similarly, although there are dozens of members of the Department of Mysteries, the power they gain by consuming their lives is less than half of that of Harry's mother!
In the end, they could only barely pierce Voldemort's heart, seriously injuring him, but they did not kill Voldemort.

Based on this incident, Voldemort felt that his luck must have changed. After all, if the Ministry of Magic had been more decisive and sacrificed the entire Auror corps, he might have died on the spot.

Instead of being like this now, as long as he is given some time, he can recover from his injury and make a comeback.

But the fact is that Voldemort's luck has never gotten better.

Because he had just escaped from the Ministry of Magic when he encountered another group of people who came to hunt him down.

Voldemort was also familiar with these people, because they all wore different wooden animal masks, and the styles of the masks were almost exactly the same as those of the people he had seen in the resurrection ceremony!
Of course, this is all secondary.

The most important thing is that this group of people are much stronger than the most elite Aurors of the Ministry of Magic. If it were any other day, Voldemort would definitely tear them all to pieces, but now he is injured and can only run away!

At least Voldemort was confident in his ability to escape. After all, he once set a record of running away for eleven years without being discovered.

But the strange thing was that the group of masked men seemed to have mastered some means to track him. No matter where he fled, they could always find him!
This not only did not alleviate Voldemort's injuries, but they even began to worsen!

"Damn you! If it weren't for you..."

Thinking of this, Voldemort's expression began to become ferocious, and the strength in his hands involuntarily increased.

In the end, Bellatrix's humming, as light as a mosquito's hum, woke Voldemort up.

He looked at Bellatrix in bewilderment, only to find that her face had been completely distorted by his grip. The sharp nails on his fingers had already deeply embedded in her flesh. Scarlet blood flowed freely from Bellatrix's snow-white skin and dripped onto the ground.

But Bellatrix was enduring the pain. Not only did her face not show any pain, she even seemed to enjoy it.

"Boom!"

A strange sound was heard, and Voldemort pulled his hand away. Bellatrix collapsed to the ground as if relieved, gasping for breath.

Looking at the other's distorted face, Voldemort lowered his head but did not apologize.

The Dark Lord would never apologize, and Voldemort's proud self-esteem would not allow him to apologize to a servant.

Bellatrix obviously understood this. She just took a short rest and then leaned back on Voldemort, rubbing him gently with the half of her face that was intact.

Voldemort heaved a sigh of relief when he saw this. He gently stroked Bellatrix's hair, looked up at the sky, and after a while he whispered:

"Bellatrix, run away."

(End of this chapter)