Just as everyone was sad, Sherlock's body suddenly changed. Under the inexplicable and sad eyes of everyone, a burning scarecrow appeared out of Sherlock's chest. Then Sherlock, who was originally unrestrained, suddenly opened his eyes. The magic riot could not be suppressed for a moment. It was a kind of trapped in the body, but suddenly regained its vitality...

A wizard's own magic power forms a formula for contrasting with the spirit and the body. The death of a wizard will lead to the dissipation of mental power and the imbalance of magic power, and the magic power is suppressed by mental power. Therefore, when Sherlock died at the moment of death, the magic power in his body was instantly unbalanced and out of control, but at the moment of his resurrection, his mental power was instantly restored.

The magic power began to be re-restrained. If an ordinary wizard was resurrected from the dead, it would definitely not cause such a big disturbance, but there was a silent existence in Sherlock's body.

So the explosion of magic became a little violent at this moment.

In short, at this moment, Sherlock was like a bomb without flames and flames. It was a wave of air that could lift people within 50 meters around.

"This feeling... I don't want to experience it again..." Then everyone heard Sherlock talking to himself. Bagman looked at Sherlock in shock, and a ecstasy dispersed his intentions.

I also said... Such a powerful spell prince... the first genius in the magic world actually died in the sneak attack of the Death Eater, and he was too underestimated.

"Master Sherlock, Master Sherlock, I knew you wouldn't die..." The first person to rush over was Bagman who rolled and crawled. He was indeed frightened, even faster than the speed of Fumond and his wife coming over.

"Thank you, Mr. Bagman, I have seen all your sorrows for me... I just communicated with Death just now, but I can still see outside... Death is a good experience, at least it will be a lot of rewards." Sherlock smiled and patted Bagman on the shoulder.

This immediately made Bagman flattered. From this moment on, he had completely integrated into Sherlock's circle. Only those who were attracted by Sherlock himself could be considered completely integrated. Voldemort... bullshit... Avadasauri could not kill Sherlock himself, and Voldemort was still beaten to ashes by Avadasauri's reflection.

"My son..." Fumond and Alice hugged Sherlock.

Alice kept asking what was going on.

"I was indeed hit by the Avadassauerk, but in fact, any magic power that is lower than my own cannot break my own magic protection!" Sherlock said calmly.

Fumond and Ally nodded, they still knew about this.

Their son, as a spell genius, had developed a passive protective spell. Unless the magic power released by the spell caster by default was higher than Sherlock's own magic power, otherwise he would never be able to break Sherlock's own defense.

Even the Avada Sauvignon curse is invalid.

Even Sherlock told them that there were only three people in this world who had this ability, "Dumbledore, Voldemort and Grindelwald in prison."

But the one who attacked Sherlock was an ordinary Death Eater... Could it be that... there is still a hidden wizard in this world whose power can be comparable to Voldemort, Dumbledore, Sherlock and others?

"In fact... I saw the god of death in this world before I was concentrated by the Avadasauri curse." Sherlock said.

"grim Reaper?"

"Yes... The God of Death among the three brothers is real... In fact, he cannot interfere with the human world, but the responsibility to bring the dead soul into the death land is similar to the character of the ferryman who crossed the soul through the yellow spring in Greek mythology..." Sherlock continued, "Because he saw the God of Death, he wanted to go over and say hello... and he lifted the protective curse on his body... and then he was killed by the Avadassophomy curse."

"You have lifted the curse protection on your body?" Alice asked incredible.

"Well...yes!"

"Bang!"

Everyone regretted seeing this scene, and Sherlock covered her face and was incredible. This was the first time her mother slapped him since she was a child, and in front of everyone. Although Ari's mother's image was strict but gentle in Sherlock's mind, she could preach Sherlock and Ashinsha, she had never hit her brother and sister once.

Now Sherlock has experienced it for the first time.

"Mom...you..."

"Are you crazy? I thought you could be many times smarter than your father, but he inherited his stupid thinking..." Alice yelled and scolded, and then everyone simply covered their ears. It would be better to watch less and listen less in such a scene. Even Rita, a reporter, put away her shorthand pen and camera and looked up at the sky.

I really didn't expect that even Sherlock could be like Dumbledore and Voldemort's own strength, and he would still be like a child in front of his mother.

"It's okay... Son... I've been slapped by your mother many times..." Fu Mengd smiled heartlessly.

"Okay, I won't dare next time, but it's still good to see Death. I guess I'm the first person to chat and laugh with Death and be resurrected and be able to escape unscathed..." Sherlock held the burning scarecrow in his hand.

"I have invented another life-saving curse called 'Stand-in Scarecrow', which is this."

Everyone looked at the scarecrow in surprise. Could this thing be so magical that it can save its life at critical moments?

"This is a magic item I made through the stand-in scarecrow...is it the principle... Similar to an ancient magic I've seen before, called Horcrux..."

"Hiss..." Any wizard who knew the Horcrux would gesture in front of Sherlock not to let Sherlock continue.

"Have you made the Horcrux..." Dumbledore's eyes began to re-examine Sherlock.

"No... I would rather enjoy death than make that unreliable thing... But this kind of magic still has its advantages, so I improved this magic and changed the split soul to create a substitute soul. For example, the function of the Horcrux is to preserve the split soul in an item. After the deity dies, the soul will continue to be preserved and will not be able to achieve real death. I used the kick to death scarecrow to protect the soul at the moment of death. Although the soul appears to communicate with the god of death, the god of death still cannot touch me because I have not really died..."

Sherlock's words shocked everyone...

Dumbledore smiled, then pulled a few beards hard. Perhaps only such movements could express the excitement in his heart.

Black looked at Lupin, "You taught him before..."

"Uh... the third grade black magic defense class, when I taught him at that time... he was still in the third grade." Lupin said.

"Then you'll be so good to brag for the rest of your life..." Black encouraged Lupin.

"Okay, this matter has come to an end..." Fudge wiped his cold sweat. Well, this time he offended Dumbledore, but it was a great thing that Sherlock did not die. Just say, how could such a genius die so easily?

Ashinsha ran over and gave Sherlock a big hug, and Kamila returned to her state and wrapped around Sherlock's wrist.

Palos circling in the sky and singing slowly.

"But although I am not dead... I should also take revenge. The guy who dares to attack me..."

At this time, everyone heard the murderous intent in Sherlock's words... It seems that the magic world will no longer be at peace during this period, and it seems that the secret pursuit of profits between Mephisto and Voldemort is about to begin.

Sherlock pulled out his magic wand, and the tip of the wand ejected a huge firelight. In the sky, a huge fireball hovered into Mephisto's family badge...Prometheus would not disappear with Sherlock's death, but would just return to the Homitz space in the wand.

The Triumph Championship has ended completely, but this time it has brought a lot of impact to everyone... The biggest thing is Voldemort's resurrection, which makes many desperate people in the magic world tremble. For example, the guys who have offended Voldemort before know that Voldemort would not be able to let them go, so they should seek another way out.

Dumbledore...Dumbledore's blessing is only for those kind wizards, but Dumbledore doesn't even care about the black wizards. The Ministry of Magic... The Ministry of Magic cannot protect itself. When the big guys play chess, the Ministry of Magic is just a bigger ant.

It seems that the biggest savior is Mephisto.

The boy who even dared to tease death.

The Triumph Championship ended, and everyone held a grand banquet that night. Although Demstrong's students were a little lost, they only realized that Kakarov had died long ago and their principal was a fake.

Dumbledore raised his wine glass to Sherlock at the teacher's seat, and almost everyone in the auditorium stood in toast Sherlock.

After everyone sat down again, Dumbledore said: "The purpose of the Triumph is to enhance and promote mutual understanding in the magic world. Given what is happening now... Given Voldemort's resurrection... this connection is more important than ever."

Dumbledore looked at Mrs. Maxim and Hagrid, Fleur Delakure and her Busbaton alumni, and then at Wickor Crum and Demstrong's classmates at the Slytherin table.

Crum seemed nervous and even a little scared, as if he thought Dumbledore would say something harsh.

Sherlock nodded slightly. During war, no matter how powerful the enemy is, the first and most important thing is internal unity. At this time, uniting all united forces, trusting each other, and uniting the contradictions with the outside world is the most important means for a qualified politician to check and balance.

"Every guest in this auditorium," Dumbledore said, his eyes resting on the students of Demstrong. "As long as we are willing to come back, we will be welcome at any time, and I will say it to you all... Given Voldemort's resurrection, we will be strong only if we are united, and if we are divided, we will be vulnerable. Voldemort's means of creating conflict and hostility are very clever. Only when we show equally unbreakable friendship and trust can we fight with it to the end. As long as we are consistent in our goals and open our hearts, differences in habits and language will not be obstacles."

Everyone in the auditorium began to applaud, but Sherlock always felt that Dumbledore's words were for him.

The Triumph Championship finally ended, Harry Potter won the championship as the Warriors of Hogwarts. After sending away the guests of Boothbaton and Demstrong, Hogwarts was about to usher in their summer vacation.

The news of Voldemort's return was vigorous, and the Ministry of Magic adopted a turning a blind eye. This guy, Fudge, was so afraid of death that he did not dare to offend Voldemort to death. He was the timid among the ministers of the Ministry of Magic.

But he was also smart enough that he made Fumond the Deputy Minister of the British Ministry of Magic. At the same time, Fumond also had many positions in the international political arena. Laik became the office director of the Aurors. Simply put, all the Aurors in the UK were controlled by the Mephisto family this time, which was equivalent to handing over the military power of the Ministry of Magic to the Mephisto family.

Fudge seemed to give power to the Mephisto family, but in fact he did not offend him. If the Aurors arrested the Death Eater, it would be that the execution of the Mephisto family's orders had nothing to do with the Ministry of Magic.

It has nothing to do with him as the minister. If the Death Eaters dealt with Auror, they would offend Mephisto's family, and Voldemort directly formed an opposite to Mephisto. And as the rumors say, Voldemort has been secretly and actively trying to win over Sherlock to become his alliance.

On the other hand, Dumbledore was not idle either. He began to run around to find alliances. Busbaton and Demstrong were the key points. Secondly, he had to contact some magical creature races. For example, the representatives sent by the giant Dumbledore were Hager and Magsim.

After Sherlock returned to the Mephisto Manor from Hogwarts on holiday, more than half of the pure blood families in the magic world gathered at the Mephisto Manor.

Everyone is here to show their loyalty again.

The Prince, the Adams, and the Avery family seem particularly confident, and they are completely right-handed in the Mephisto family.

After all, when everyone was summoned by Voldemort, only these three families were the ones who stood firmly on the Mephisto family. Of course, there were some other families, but they were all small in scale.

The Lestrang family... well... is an exception. After all, most people are locked up in Azkaban, but Sherlock knows that Voldemort will definitely destroy Azkaban and release a group of his loyal subordinates.

But Sherlock still asked the patriarch of the Adams family, Rubo's father, to go to the Lestrang family, and asked him to bring greetings to the remaining elderly people and some children of the Lestrang family on behalf of Sherlock and the Mephisto family. If Lestrang people successfully escape from prison, then Sherlock doesn't mind accepting them. If he insists on going to Voldemort's side, it's OK, but don't bring Dandney...

"Master Sherlock... do you have any plans next? After all, Voldemort is back..." someone asked at the Mephisto Manor.

"Voldemort, I will go to him in person in a while. After all, I have agreed to come to her for a birthday gift, but..." Sherlock said seriously, "I have to find the bastard who dares to sneak attack me... It's time for the stable pure blood family to shed some blood."
Chapter completed!