Chapter 445 (1/2)

Voldemort's heart faintly raised some uneasy feeling. He just did what he wanted and sealed off the whole area with magic, but the Chinese woman was not as he imagined.

From the magic feedback, he felt that he had killed something, but he did not see the woman's body.

He examined it with magic, but there was no one in the house in front of him.

At the same time, he was able to resist Avada's curse, but he left through the phantom. He didn't quite understand why the Chinese woman could break through her own magic blockade. It can be said that

Voldemort stopped, and he seemed to want to examine it himself.

Van Lin can understand this very well. Grandma is proficient in space magic. Even Hogwarts defense magic can pass through.

This kind of magic update is like a phantom shift of birth and domestic elves. You know, domestic elves can pass through many magic prohibitions, not to mention this simple magic blockade.

But Voldemort obviously didn't understand. He felt the death, and he could almost say that the woman was killed in the dimensional space while taking this away.

He obviously had more important things to do than this woman.

That prophecy, two people can only leave one, Voldemort is very confident, he is the one left.

At least, no one in the magic world can stop him, as long as he doesn't point out some taboos, such as forcibly attacking Hogwarts with Dumbledore, or busbarton, which nicoleme has been occupying for years.

But Hogwarts will eventually fall into his hands. As long as he surrounds it, the people here are like a bunch of prisoners, and he is immortal.

As long as the prophecy is solved.

Yes, as long as this damned prophecy is solved, everything is in his hands.

Voldemort slightly a meal, van Lin did not capture the trajectory of Voldemort, Voldemort whole person appeared in the door of Harry's house.

It looks like Lily and James Potter are enjoying life.

All of them are from the Muggle where to learn skills, carefully mowed lawn, no trace of magic, a complete set of Muggle style.

Orange light is very soft, through the blinds, streaks of light scattered on the lawn.

In a corner of the garden there are unknown flowers, which make the whole house warm and warm.

The people in the house don't seem to notice the danger coming. At this moment, no one can help them. They can only rely on themselves.

”Really Funny... ”

Voldemort's voice was very soft and slow. He was always like this, as if he didn't care about everything.

To deal with two slightly stronger Aurors and a predicted child, this is just a matter of a few magic spells. If Voldemort wants to, he can even stand here and destroy the whole house.

However, Voldemort did not intend to do so. Nothing could make him more happy than seeing his opponent's death. Nothing had brought him such a feeling of expectation for a long time.

He doesn't mind playing a little longer.

Voldemort drew his wand from his robe, and learned at least a lesson. Voldemort intensified the blockade, and Fanlin saw that the whole Godric valley was shrouded in black.

It's all Voldemort's means, the battle of trapped animals, and nothing is more fun.