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The cold teeth stopped in front of his neck; just a little bit lower and the artery would be there. If they bit down like that, Peter would be sent to his death prematurely.

The teeth slowly left Peter's neck, and so did the claws that had pierced his body.

Peter didn't dare to think about it and quickly changed back. He immediately knelt on the ground, not daring to lift his head, even though his master was now just a fierce rat.

Voldemort eked out a living in this forest for so long that he eventually had to rely on possessing a rat to continue sustaining his life.

In terms of survival, Voldemort and Peter have something in common: their greatest fear is death.

"Lift your head...look at me..." Voldemort's voice was squeezed out of the rat's mouth little by little.

Peter slowly raised his head, and from his perspective, it seemed as if an evil and powerful spirit was lurking behind the mouse.

Peter's perceptions and imaginings were transmitted by Freddy, processed by the equipment, and displayed on the screen in the live broadcast room.

What kind of curse is this?!

Barty frowned as he looked at the screen. He was quite knowledgeable, though not as much as someone like Dumbledore, but he could recognize most spells at a glance.

"Master! Great Master!" Little Barty knelt on the ground, just like Peter in the picture, his eyes filled with worship and longing for Voldemort.

Without hesitation, Barty kicked little Barty to the ground. The Imperius Curse shot out from his wand, replenishing the slightly weakened curse on little Barty. He was furious. If he didn't only have this one son left, he would have killed him long ago.

Almost simultaneously, Voldemort in the forest cast an Imperius Curse on Peter, directly taking control of Peter's body.

This move instantly ignited the entire live stream.

[What a powerful Soul-Stealing Curse! It seems there's absolutely no resistance!]

[Even in possessed form, he's this powerful; this Voldemort is truly extraordinary.]

[John Bull, stop bragging! Does this Peter dare to resist? He's just frantically inflating his opponent's status to make his own defeat less embarrassing?]

[What are you talking about? Go up there and try it yourself! You dare say anything here!]

Having acquired a body he could control, Voldemort felt he finally had a chance to escape, and arrogantly raised his hand to the sky, laughing wildly.

Boom!

Lightning bolts struck straight down; Voldemort's actions seemed to have angered the thunderclouds above.

Protect them all!

The shield that was instantly deployed blocked all the lightning.

[Spellcasting without a staff! And able to withstand lightning strikes!]

I can't do that; at least in releasing this spell, he's already far surpassed me.

Flitwick couldn't help but send a comment. He had never faced Voldemort in a life-or-death battle, but now, Flitwick was completely speechless.

The rain clouds in the sky began to swirl, and for a moment it seemed as if the sky had leaked open. Gale-force winds and heavy rain swept through the air, overturning the withered trees around Voldemort, while the purest lightning was brewing in the center of the rain clouds.

Voldemort also sensed something was wrong; the thunderclouds seemed to be targeting him!

With a flick of his wrist, the cheap wand Peter had bought floated out of Peter's arms and landed in his hand.

Whoosh! A thunder dragon descended straight down, its dazzling light illuminating the entire forest as if it were daytime.

Voldemort raised his wand, Avada Kedavra!

A beam of green light shot out from the wand, meeting the falling thunder dragon head-on. The killing spell, filled with murderous intent, could kill more than just life at this moment!

The Thunder Dragon was erased bit by bit from the sky, like a painting being erased by an eraser.

The next moment, the green light pierced through the lightning, penetrated the rain clouds, and broke through the fog.

The wizards around the forest, gazing at the killing spell that pointed straight to the sky, seemingly intent on annihilating it, drew their wands.

They unanimously decided to kill Voldemort the moment he appeared.

The curse unleashed by the remnant soul is this powerful; how could such a person be truly resurrected?!

"No one! No one can bring me death!" Voldemort roared, completely disregarding Peter's already exhausted body.

Freddy remained calm. What good was strength? He could hit him in a dream first.

"Leona, are you ready?" Merlin asked.

Leona waved her hand, and the Zenith Blade fell into her grasp. "Everything is ready."

"Let's go then!" Merlin became excited. After so much buildup, it was finally time to reap the rewards.

After the fog dissipated, the wizard kept a close eye on the forest, but no one attacked first. The first person to attack would likely be met with an Avada Kedavra attack from Voldemort. No one present was 100% certain that they could withstand the blow.

I am the sun's choice!

A voice suddenly rang in the ears of all the wizards around the forest, and then a force suddenly erupted, pushing them directly away from the area.

At the same time, the sun in the sky seemed to fall directly onto this land, its almost tangible rays piercing through the surface.

Armor protects you! All protected!

Voldemort waved his wand rapidly, casting spell after spell around him.

What happened?! A nuclear bomb exploded?!

Look! There's someone in the sky!

Following the prompts from the comments, the wizard looked up at the sky through the bright light and saw a phantom floating in the air amidst the blinding glare.

"Here, in the name of the sun, I judge you!"

Leona unleashed the Zenith Blade in her hand, which shot down like a beam of laser light.

Voldemort lowered his body, struggling to aim his wand in Leona's direction.

Avada Kedavra!

Voldemort shouted, his words and thoughts brimming with murderous intent as he poured them into the spell.

The burst of green light was so inconspicuous under the bright sunlight that it was swallowed up by the torrent shortly after it shot out of the forest.

Boom! The scorching sunlight shone on the entire forest, and in this light, a purple figure vanished into thin air. In the end, Voldemort waved his hands, trying to break free from the death that had already arrived.

The power of the sun traveled along Voldemort's soul, spreading along the causal lines to other places, completely erasing all traces of Voldemort, leaving not a single one!

There are no comments in the live stream right now, as if there's no one here at all.

After completely eliminating Voldemort, Leona turned and left, leaving only her back view to the onlookers, a back view exactly like the one on the Hogwarts flyer.

In an instant, many people seemed to see the goddess of dawn stepping out of the painting.

After the light completely dissipated, what was once a forest was now just a basin, and everything on it seemed to have never existed in this world.

There is a drop of hundreds of meters between the deep, cracked basin and the ground, and black smoke slowly rises upwards.

【What's this?】

Perhaps this is the judgment of the Goddess of Dawn...

【rational.】

The last few comments floated through the live stream, then the live stream collapsed and disappeared without a trace.

In the basement of the tavern, Little Barty felt like he was being cooked by the heat. He knelt down and stared blankly at the spot where the live stream had disappeared.

He collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Barty cast a spell, knocking his son unconscious, then sighed deeply, "This world has changed."

written request for leave

An elderly relative passed away. I'm so sorry, I really don't feel like writing. I'm going back to my hometown tomorrow, but I'll resume updates then, because life goes on...

Life and death are unpredictable...

Chapter 347 Everyone Can Be a Simp

Leona's attack not only made everything impossible to conceal, but also completely destroyed an entire forest in Albania, far more effectively than a wildfire.

Unless someone outside the magical world is blind, or the magical world casts a spell on everyone, this matter cannot be kept secret from them.

If an ordinary wizard were to cause such an irreversible information leak, international wizarding organizations would almost certainly issue an arrest warrant immediately.

Then, the best outcome for that wizard in the rest of his life was to spend his old age in prison.

This time, however, not only did the international wizarding organizations remain silent, but even the usually vocal Ministry of Magic of the United States did not utter a word.

"Minister, should we send an inquiry letter over there as per standard procedure?" a member of the American Ministry of Magic asked in a low voice.

He was in charge of diplomacy, but this time, he was hesitant to follow the proper procedures. If that Aurora Goddess jumped over and launched an attack, who could withstand it? Nobody could!

The American secretary shook his head, thought for a moment, and said, "I remember you had a pretty good personal relationship with Fudge?"

The subordinate smiled awkwardly. To be honest, they did have a relationship, a very distant relative, but the relationship wasn't exactly good.

For many years, the American Ministry of Magic has been suppressing Fudge's international influence. With each side acting on its own interests, their relationship is naturally far from harmonious.

"Ahem, he is, after all, the Minister of Magic of a country. He should apologize for some things that happened in the past," the minister said, tapping the table.

The subordinate nodded, understanding his superior's meaning. This meant inquiring about the situation through private channels first. As for whether the information obtained and the other party's attitude would be reported publicly, that would have to wait and see.

Similar conversations are happening not only here, but also in many other countries.

As a result, Fudge's private contact channels were completely full, and his official channels were also busier than ever before.

In the Ministry of Magic's External Relations Department, Jack folded the letter in front of him and then glanced upstairs with a troubled look.

He could hear Fudge's arrogant voice clearly even from a floor away.

"What's wrong? Is this another letter from some small country? Just put it in the queue." My colleague said, turning around as he was busy.

"That's good." Jack rubbed his temples. "It's a letter from the minister's family. The office is full, so the owl can only send it to me through the official route."

Jack's colleague looked at him with pity. This was not a good situation. Logically, public matters should be handled first, but with this queue, it was uncertain when this personal letter would be sent.

If things go wrong, Jack will be the one who gets scolded in the end.

“I’ve made up my mind. I’ll take it now.” Jack stood up and picked up the letter. “The minister is in such a good mood right now, it shouldn’t be a problem to bother him.”

"I wish you success," his colleague said casually, though he wasn't very optimistic.

Jack walked to the minister's office and listened to Fudge's loud conversation, guessing that he was contacting ministers of magic from other countries.