Chapter 572 The Death Of Voldemort!
Voldemort was dead, no doubt about it.
At this point, Blake can swear by his full level of undead magic.
Necromancers are far more sensitive to death than anyone else.
"ah!"
In the sky, Dracula disappeared into the sky with half of his body.
It seems that he escaped using some mysterious method.
The bone dragon held half of its body in its mouth and looked at the place where he disappeared with regret. After all, in his opinion, this sandbag was quite fun.
All the other vampires have been wiped out.
Blake turned around and looked at Dumbledore and Grindelwald in the distance.
Dumbledore took a few steps forward, as if he wanted to exchange a few words with the mysterious black master in front of him.
But how dare Blake come into close contact with Dumbledore.
He just said coldly: "Voldemort is dead."
Then he turned around and flew into the sky, stepping on the bone dragon's head.
The other members of the Fourth Natural Disaster also returned to the flying carpet one after another, and gradually disappeared into the sky with the Bone Dragon...
Grindelwald also stared at the man in stunned silence. That man should be Blake's subordinate.
And most of Blake's men are people "borrowed" from him...
How could there be such a powerful person in his Wu Cui Party?
If so, he, Grindelwald, should be called the boss! Therefore, Blake must have recruited people from other places!
Blake's puppet steadied his shoulders after seeing Grindelwald's hesitant eyes.
"Your friend is really awesome." Blake said while controlling his puppet remotely.
Grindelwald raised his eyes, it seemed that Blake didn't want to say anything?
"Well... that friend of mine is indeed a bit powerful..." Grindelwald could only say cooperatively.
Then he noticed that Dumbledore was looking over...it seemed that he had a lot of things to ask himself...
Obviously, he heard what Blake said that the mysterious guy was his friend...
Grindelwald's face suddenly turned dark. Don't ask me! I don't know either!
Sure enough, Dumbledore spoke, "That friend of yours..."
"My subordinates were seriously injured today, so I have to take them back to rest. Today, my old guys are all exhausted..."
Grindelwald directly interrupted Dumbledore and called his men to leave.
Dumbledore frowned and looked at his back, "Hasn't your subordinate been cured by Blake long ago? What does it mean to be seriously injured?"
"The physical wounds can be healed, but what about the psychological wounds? That's not that easy to treat! They were seriously injured just now, so it's reasonable to go back and rest early, right? Professor Dumbledore?"
After Grindelwald finished speaking, he turned and left gracefully.
"Professor, maybe he has something to hide." Blake's puppet suddenly said.
Now, this puppet is like Dracula's clone, controlled remotely by Blake, just like Blake himself.
"Unspeakable?" Dumbledore thought for a while, and finally nodded.
This is very reasonable. Such a character may indeed not want people to know too much information about him, so he may have some agreement with Grindelwald.
Otherwise, such a character would not have remained unknown in the past.
Tit…
Dumbledore glanced at Blake, "I felt... when the cannonball exploded just now, it looked a bit familiar... very similar to the alchemical explosive you detonated here before?"
"Well... I did share the method of making this alchemical bomb with Professor Grindelwald. Maybe... he taught that person?"
I didn't expect Dumbledore to be so sensitive. Blake just pretended to be stupid.
"Really? Well... maybe that's true... although that old bastard is not someone who is willing to share..." He raised his eyes and glanced at Blake again, "That Man...you think, will he be our friend?"
"Huh?" Blake was a little confused as to why Dumbledore asked this.
A mysterious dark wizard, why did Dumbledore ask him if he was "our" friend?
"Oh...I mean, he helped us today, so I thought he might become our friend||." Dumbledore took off his glasses and wiped them.
"Well...I think he will be our friend." Blake answered.
"Okay, as long as they are friends... let's go back." Dumbledore put the half-moon glasses back on the bridge of his nose, and put a smile on his face again.
Blake looked at Dumbledore's back and couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. Could it be that... he saw something?
Dumbledore suddenly turned to look at Blake and said: "Blake, I think it would be great if you could use your teleportation magic to send me back to school. As an old man, I really don't like phantom movement very much." It’s a weird feeling. Moreover, it’s easy to catch a cold if you stand here all the time and feel the sea breeze..."
"Oh, okay, Professor...
After the two returned to Hogwarts, Dumbledore left. He seemed to have really gone back to his office to rest.
I have absolutely no intention of writing to the Ministry of Magic.
After all, Fudge never admitted that Voldemort was resurrected, and Bella and Barty Jr.... were injured by that shot and their bodies were gone, so there was no need to tell the Ministry of Magic, because he Even if he said it, there wasn't even a body, and Fudge wouldn't believe it.
In his words at the time, he had worked hard for most of his life and was really tired. Now that Voldemort was dead, he could really take a good rest. As for the Ministry of Magic and the wizarding world in the future... Then leave it to the young people.
Blake finally felt that Dumbledore must have noticed something... Otherwise, he would not be worried when such a powerful necromancer appeared.
...
"Well, old age is still hotter..." That's all Blake could say.
Blake's real body soon returned to Hogwarts. After putting away his puppet and walking into his office, Blake and Dobby were already waiting for him there.
Before the war started, they retreated according to the order Blake had given them.
They even used this waiting time to tidy up Blake's messy room and office...
"Master Blake!" the two house elves shouted in unison after seeing Blake.
"You did a great job! Beck! Dobby!" Of course Blake praised them generously.
After all, they deserved a lot of credit for successfully killing Voldemort this time.
Otherwise, we wouldn't even know when Voldemort would run away.
Hearing Blake's praise, the two house elves were as encouraging as ever.
However, the two elves didn't seem to get along well with each other.
"Dobby is a bad elf!" Baker said contemptuously, "He actually plans to take the reward from Master Blake! House elves should not be rewarded!"
After hearing this, Dobby could only shrink aside in grievance, but desire was clearly written in his big tennis-ball-like eyes.
"Baker, don't be like this. Dobby is a free elf. Moreover, I promised him before that I would pay him." Blake took out the money bag, then counted out five silver coins and handed them to Dobby. Compare.
"Ah! Generous Master Blake! Dobby... Dobby is very grateful!" Dobby thought that Blake didn't intend to give money after Baker said that just now... After all, he had done it before The owner is such a wizard......
"I am a wizard who keeps my word, Dobby...by the way, because your mission has been completed, so...
"Dobby understands! Master Blake's employment relationship with Dobby ends here. Of course, if Master Blake still needs Dobby to do something, he can continue to find Dobby! Dobby's reward is not much!" Dobby blinked. Big eyes, looking at Blake longingly.
Blake's commission was his first job after leaving the Malfoy family...
There is no way, no wizard family would be willing to pay a house elf.
"Dobby...if you are willing, I can ask Professor Dumbledore to hire you and let you work at Hogwarts. Professor Dumbledore should be in a good mood now
I think he will find a good position for you. "
Blake said as he wrote a note and handed it to Dobby, asking him to find Professor Dumbledore.
Since Dobby had done him a big favor, it was right for him to help Dobby get rid of his wandering life of starvation.
Moreover, in the original work, he would have been hired by Professor Dumbledore, which can be regarded as a return to the world line.
"Ah! Master Blake... also introduced Dobby to a job! He is really... so gentle! So great!" Dobby's tears fell down.
Well...just like the faucet in the toilet where Myrtle stayed...
Blake thought about his carpet and quickly comforted him. He didn't understand how Dobby could shed so many tears in such a small body!
After sending away the two elves who were fighting with each other, Blake lay stretched out on his bed.
Voldemort is dead, at least half of it is easier. As for the second year of high school
What the organization hates most now should be the fourth natural disaster, followed by Grindelwald.
In view of this incident, he only plays a marginalized role in it, and he is only a support when fighting. Therefore, the tower should not be angry with him, or even Dumbledore, for the time being.
Therefore, he can take this opportunity to join the tower and disintegrate the organization internally...
Of course, if you figure out the situation of this organization, it would also be good to find a way to become the boss of the tower.
However, Blake was still very concerned about the desperate female voice when Voldemort died...
Why did that woman care so much about Voldemort's life and death? Didn't they protect Voldemort just to take advantage of him?
However, thinking about it this way, Grindelwald, who was very active in the battle, seems to be in an unsafe situation now...
If you care about Voldemort's tower so much, you must want to know from him who the mysterious necromancer is.
Since Grindelwald helped him block a hatred this time, it was impossible to ignore him in the vegetable garden.
Therefore, Blake planned to get him a puppet ball.
Usually the real body hides and only controls the puppet to move outside.
In that case, even if the puppet is killed, there will be no damage to Grindelwald.
Moreover, with Grindelwald's ability, he is not killed so easily.
As for how to make the second puppet ball...that's easy.
It will certainly take time for Blake to develop the technology of the puppet ball by himself now, but here is a finished product!
When he was repairing it, he had already mastered the technology.
It's very easy to make it again!
That night, Blake used the dimensional gate to deliver a brand new puppet ball directly to Grindelwald.
Only then did Grindelwald realize that the so-called mysterious friend was actually Blake himself!
And Blake, who had been fighting alongside them all this time, turned out to be just a puppet!
Of course, Grindelwald is concerned about this
I am extremely interested in the alchemy tool that can turn into a puppet clone that is almost identical to myself.
.||I have long been bored with those trivial matters... This time with the clone puppet, I can let the puppet help me complete these boring tasks!" Grindelwald
said happily.
However, Blake quickly poured a bucket of cold water on him, "But, your puppet clone does not have autonomous consciousness, you still have to control it. So... you still have to
Deal with those trivial matters…………”
"Can't you create a clone that can work for me?" Grindelwald said desperately.
"Maybe it will be possible in the future, but right now, it probably won't be possible." Blake said regretfully.
After leaving Nurmengard, Blake had a good sleep, but early the next morning, he was still wet.
When Blake arrived, Snape had already woken up and was looking at the potion in his hand with resistance on his face.
"Severus, I know that the potion I brewed is not as good as yours, but I am very sure that its efficacy has not been weakened much, so please don't be too disgusted with it." Pang
Mrs. Frey said with a hurt look on her face.
Obviously, the potion she cooked was abandoned by this old villain...
"Good morning, Severus, good morning Madam Pomfrey..." Blake walked in carelessly.
"Hmm... It seems that our Potions Professor is unwilling to take potions?"
Snape frowned and looked at him, thinking that money was good for some reason) I think this guy is hateful...
"I think he just wants to drink the potion he brewed himself." Madam Pomfrey said dissatisfied.
Blake smiled and said, "Maybe we should give him some candy?"
Snape glared at Blake with a dark face. After a long silence, he explained: "This potion... without a portion of fig powder... will make me sleepy."
"Oh, Severus, you are injured now. It will be good for you to rest more." Madam Pomfrey said helplessly.
She didn't understand why this guy was so unwilling to sleep?
Blake knew why, because he was still guarding against the remnants of Barry's tumor, and he couldn't let the sun shine
Otherwise, the remnant soul might break through his Occlumency.
"Don't worry, Severus. You're fine." Blake smiled.
"Resolved?" Snape raised his eyebrows and asked hesitantly. He felt a burning sensation in his arm last night, and the Death Eater's mark told him that the man seemed to be back!
"Yes, very clean and tidy! The things that affected your sleep are no longer there." Blake said firmly.
After Barty Jr. died, the residual soul left in Snape's mind also disappeared, and that man also died!
"Gudong, Gudong!" Snape, who had already gotten the answer he wanted, drank up the potion in one gulp, "Sorry, Poppy... your potion went through very well, I'm just personal.
reason……...
"Plop!" Snape fell on the bed and fell asleep. The medicine took effect very quickly... Of course, it was also possible that Snape was too tired.
After all, he has been very tight for so many years, and only today can he completely relax...
"Oh my God! Did you hear that? Severus actually apologized to me!" Madam Pomfrey was shocked.
Blake smiled and said: "Yes, Madam Pomfrey, I heard it, and I think... you may find some more interesting changes in him in the future.