Chapter 288: Regret

Voldemort had dealt with the Shadow of the Dragon several times. He had been in contact with this mysterious organization when he was young, and before returning from resurrection this time, he had received a helping hand from them. Naturally, he recognized this organization at a glance. The identity of the helper.

Although he did not recognize the leading couple, his special sense of perception from snakes told him that the level of magic in these men and women was by no means inferior to his, at least at the level of a quasi-mage, any one of them would be enough. It was enough to compete with him, not to mention that there were two of them and a group of subordinates shrouded in a strange black aura behind them.

Voldemort has devoted his life to studying the dark arts. His knowledge of the dark arts alone can be said to be extremely vast, and it can be said that he knows more than Dumbledore and Sherling combined.

He recognized this black aura at a glance. It was an ancient and terrifying magic called the "Soul-Destroying Curse", and the people who were branded with this magic were called "Dark Souls". This was A kind of black magic that sacrifices part of one's soul and life in exchange for magic power——

The highest limit of this kind of black magic is enough for an underage wizard to gain the ability to fight against elite Aurors - no doubt, this is because what the Dark Souls gain is not just an increase in magic power, they also gain a lot Other additional talents, such as increased spell casting speed, increased body resistance to spells, etc.

Facing underage Dark Souls, the only thing Auror can rely on is the use of magical means and rich practical experience.

However, it can be seen from the size and height of these dark souls in front of them that they are definitely not underage wizards, and the violent magic power surging in them clearly shows their level -

The one hundred people here are all at the elite Auror level!

At this moment, even Voldemort fell into a brief trance - are there so many elite Auror-level wizards in the UK?

He still remembered that when he last launched a war, the Ministry of Magic had just recovered from the Rebellion of Grindelwald. There were only 60 Aurors at most, and at least half of them were trainee Aurors or junior Aurors, that is, It is said that there are less than 30 elite Aurors.

Then, in the 11-year war that he led, a large number of Aurors died in the battle, some of the Aurors retired due to injuries after the war, and some of the Aurors who came from pure-blood families were Choosing to betray the Ministry of Magic and switch to the Death Eaters' camp, he would eventually be sent to Azkaban or exile overseas as a wanted criminal.

After just thirteen years of cultivation and recuperation, based on the population of the British wizarding world, Voldemort could determine with just a little calculation that the current number of Aurors in the Ministry of Magic would never exceed 40, and there might not even be enough elite Aurors. Number of 10 people.

It can be seen from this that the sudden appearance of 100 elite Auror-level wizards had a huge impact on his vision.

The dark wizards of the Shadow of the Dragon turned into black mist one by one, flying, and slowly landed behind the leading pair of men and women, standing in an orderly row, just like the square array common in ancient wizard wars. Same, not scattered. They stood firm in their positions, and even though they didn't say a word, they could make the atmosphere of the scene become extremely depressing.

Facing such a scene, Voldemort felt strong uneasiness in his heart, and the red light in his eyes flickered. Finally, he slowly turned his head, looked at Xie Lin, and said softly: "There are many of them, should we... join forces? "

However, who knew that Xie Lin seemed to be suddenly cursed with petrification, and his whole body seemed to turn into an unconscious stone statue, unable to move, just standing there blankly, looking at it dreamily. distance.

He made no response at all to Voldemort's suggestion, and didn't even look at Voldemort. Voldemort wasn't even sure whether Schelling had heard a word he just said.

In this young man's eyes, the former shrewdness, ambition, and wisdom are no longer there, only extremely strong emotions remain in them——

Voldemort could not tell what kind of emotion this was, but he could know that it must be related to the "love" he hated most. Voldemort was born because of the false love crystal created by his mother with love potion, and he could not recognize it. He doesn't believe in the power of "love", and he even feels disgusted by simply hearing the word "love".

Today is June 24th - exactly 310 days since Meredith disappeared (August 18th).

It turns out that without realizing it, we haven’t seen each other for so long...

Memories came to my mind like a fountain - the first meeting on the train, the friendship outside the Potions class, learning the Patronus Charm together, the touching kiss in Hogsmeade...

The scene after scene was vivid in his mind, and the familiar words and voices appeared in his ears again. Xie Lin couldn't help but feel a bit dreamy, as if he had returned to the past, and as if everything in his memory was just yesterday... …

The woman was very tall, with glossy black shoulder-length hair hanging straight on her shoulders, and a beautiful face that was mature and beautiful. This should have been a completely unfamiliar face, but in Xie Lin's eyes, But from the corners of her eyebrows and eyes, she could vaguely make out the outline of Meredith's past. Meredith's charming smile in the past was like a shadow, slowly overlapping with the image of the woman in front of her...

Xie Lin opened his mouth slightly, wanting to say something, but found that his throat was already so dry that his voice was hoarse. He couldn't help blinking, only to find that his eyes were already wet.

He had imagined countless times what he would say and do when he saw the possessed Meredith again, but the actual situation was much worse than he imagined. He had never felt that To live in such a fragile state——

He once thought he could let go,

He once thought that after so long, his emotions would be diluted by time.

He once thought that after a whole school year of hard training and becoming stronger, experiencing a close encounter with his brothers, experiencing ruthless torture of his captives, and experiencing real killings, his heart had already become cold. ruthless,

He even once naively thought that he could place his spirit on his other girlfriends and fill the gap with other people's love.

Only the emotion of this moment is the most real - it is regret.

Merlin once said this in the memory treasure left to Xie Lin. Admiration and hatred may be strong, but the most profound emotion in the world must be regret - it is obvious that you can get it but you don't work hard to get it. ; Things that should be cherished, but only after losing them, do you realize that you did not cherish them properly before...

Xie Lin was distraught. He completely lost the will to fight.

Xie Lin's strength has never been based on powerful magic, or powerful magic, or even his vast sea of ​​magical knowledge and methods.

He is a strategic wizard, and his most powerful trump card has always been his powerful analytical mind, calm interpretation and judgment, precise tactics and strategizing. Once he loses his calm and fighting spirit, his overall combat strength may not be halved, but it will definitely be greatly affected.

Faced with a powerful enemy, he bit his tongue hard. The pain restored some sense to his brain, but it also made his already moist eyes unable to hold back tears.