Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 302 The Battle of the Black and White Demon Kings—Breaking Pond for Fish

Hera's heart was almost in her throat, but Voldemort stopped in time. He raised his wand again and waved it in the air. A band of light like molten silver was drawn from the tip of the wand.It flew off by itself, and settled on Wormtail's bleeding, severed wrist.

Wormtail stopped sobbing suddenly, his breathing heavy and harsh.He raised his head and looked at the silver hand in disbelief.It fit seamlessly on his arm, as if he were wearing a dazzling glove.He tried to bend his shining fingers, and tremblingly picked up a twig from the ground, crushing it into powder.

"My master," he said softly, "Master, it's so beautiful. Thank you. Thank you."

He crawled over and kissed Voldemort's robes.

"I hope your loyalty will not waver again, Wormtail," said Voldemort.

"No, my master never will, my master."

Voldemort ignored him as he walked towards a figure to Wormtail's right.

"Lucius, my cunning friend," he stopped in front of the man, whispered, although everyone could hear it clearly, "I heard that you did not give up the past, although you pretended to have a face -looking face in front of the world. I believe you are still willing to take the lead in torture Muggle? But you have never been looking for me. It is very interesting to move. But if you spend your energy on finding and helping your master, isn't it better? "

"Master, I have been very careful," Lucius' voice quickly came from under the hood, "As long as there is any signal from you, as long as there are any rumors about your whereabouts, I will immediately rush to your side, and nothing can stop me—"

Hera couldn't hear the latter, because he was almost a hundred feet away, he was almost at the edge of the graveyard, and he thought he'd better go back to Riddle House and then go back and call Dumbledore.

This place is simply an excellent trap, Dumbledore absolutely can't care about calling his 'friends', and he faces so many Death Eaters alone, even if he is Dumbledore, he can't fly.

The Riddle Mansion was quiet, but the direction of the cemetery burst out with terrifying brilliance from time to time. If any Muggle saw this scene, they would be terrified.The Riddle Mansion was damp and desolate, filled with a strange smell that had not been lived in for a long time.

Hera took a deep breath, the magic power in his body swelled, his eyes opened again, and he had returned to the Hogwarts grounds.

"Hera, what's the situation over there?" Dumbledore walked quickly to Hera, and he glared at Hera angrily. During this time, he had been anxiously waiting for news from the professors, and Hera was already the one who brought back the news the fastest.

"Dumbledore, the Riddle House—there—the Dark Lord is resurrected!" Hera gasped and said to Dumbledore, his arm hurting from Dumbledore's grip, but it was obviously not important at the moment.

Dumbledore said nothing, he just held Hera's arm firmly.Immediately Hera realized that the surroundings had become pitch black, he was being squeezed strongly from all directions, and he couldn't breathe at all, his chest seemed to be tightly strangled by several iron hoops.His eyeballs were pushed back into his head, and his eardrums were pushed deep into the air.

Well, Hera couldn't accept being apparated until now, this feeling is too unbearable.

Dumbledore stared into the distance, he looked very angry, his face tensed.

"I hope we're not too late."

"Sorry, what did you say?"

Hera rubbed her head, Dumbledore had already rushed out before she could see everything in front of her.

"Tom!!!" Dumbledore rushed towards the graveyard, waving his wand.

"Dumbledore!" Voldemort's bright red eyes lit up completely, and he couldn't care less about Harry in front of him. He raised his head and stared at Dumbledore who was running down the hillside.

Dumbledore swiped wildly around with his wand, and the Death Eaters panicked and ran away with their tails between their tails. Harry took the opportunity to roll behind a tombstone.

Seeing the situation in front of her that was clearly out of control, but still largely under her own control, Hera gritted her teeth, took out her wand, and rushed up behind Dumbledore.

He picked a Death Eater and fought him.

"Passed out!"

"Armor protection!"

"Awada eats a big melon!!!"

"Armor—" Hera was so frightened that she rolled directly towards a donkey next to her. The death curse was irresistible, so he almost used the 'protection spell' to resist the death curse.

"Drowsy!" A deep voice sounded.

"Severus?" Hera watched the Death Eater who was fighting her being knocked down, and looked at the black wizard who made the attack in puzzlement.

Snape walked quickly to Hera and pulled him up. "We need a fight."

Hera's head turned quickly, and she quickly understood what Snape meant.

"I see."

"very good."

Hera had a 'fight' with Snape at the edge of the battlefield. The two blew up the tombstones and even accidentally knocked out several Death Eaters who were surrounding Voldemort to help.

"Tom, you're back!" Dumbledore's furious voice resounded through the graveyard.

Voldemort held his wand, licked the tip of it, and said in a very shrill voice, "Yes, Dumbledore, Voldemort is back, and I - back!"

Dumbledore looked directly at Voldemort, and he raised his wand high above his head, trapping the surrounding Death Eaters on the tombstones, as if they were bound there by an invisible body.

The light flickered, shouts came, and the confrontation between Hera and Snape echoed between the two of them. There were not many wizards in the cemetery who were still fighting.

Silence, the two stared at each other silently.

Tall, thin, hideous snake-like face pale and haggard, star-red eyes with pupils like slits fixed on
With his wand pointed at the ground, Harry was frozen stiffly behind the tombstone, unable to move.

"So, I can get revenge today?" Voldemort said softly, "Not only can I kill the person who destroyed me today, but I can also kill my old friend, Albus Dumbledore by the way?"

"Master, we will help you, Master." Lucius stood the furthest from the Death Eaters beside Voldemort, and he looked ready to run away at any moment.

"Be quiet, Lucius," said Voldemort horribly. "I'll deal with you later! Do you think I'm here to listen to your nonsense?"

"Yes—yes, master."

Voldemort simply ignored him.

"I have nothing more to tell you, Tom," said Dumbledore quietly, "I have been thinking for a long time"

"Ha, you'll have a long time to think about it."

Voldemort raised his wand, a green light approached Dumbledore, Dumbledore turned around and avoided like a gust of wind.

A second later, he appeared behind Voldemort again, pointing his wand at the nearby tombstone.A tombstone was thrown at Voldemort.

The Death Eaters next to it screamed and fired spells at it, but it was useless in front of it, and it slammed into it, pinning them firmly to the ground.

"What I have to say tonight is beyond my expectations, Tom," said Dumbledore calmly. "The Aurors are already on their way—"

"I have returned, and no one can stop my footsteps. You are dead!" Voldemort spat, and he fired another deadly spell at Dumbledore, but it missed, hitting the ground next to it, and igniting the weeds with a bang.

Dumbledore cleverly moved the wand in his hand, and the power of the spell shot from the wand even Hera, who was on the edge of 'fighting fake matches', could feel the roots of her hair stand up.

This time, Voldemort had to conjure a silver shield out of thin air to block the spell.There was no apparent damage to the shield from any spell, though it made a low, gong-like sound as it struck the shield—a strangely creepy sound.

"You don't want to kill me, Dumbledore," cried Voldemort, his scarlet eyes squinting over the shield. "Can anything be worse?"

"We all know there are many other ways to destroy a person, Tom." Dumbledore continued to walk into Voldemort, still speaking calmly, as if he didn't pay much attention to what was in front of him.He walked across the clearing as if nothing disturbing had happened.

"I must admit that simply taking your life would not satisfy me."

"There is nothing worse than death, Dumbledore!" growled Voldemort.

"You are so wrong." Dumbledore's voice was very soft, as if two people were discussing about butter beer.He was still walking into Voldemort, walking alone and without any protection. "In fact, your greatest failure is not understanding that there are worse things than death—"

Another flash of green light shot out from behind the silver shield, and this time it was a tombstone flying in front of Dumbledore, shattered by the spell.Before the shards hit the ground, Dumbledore had drawn back his wand and was waving it like a whip.A long, thin flame emerged from the tip of the staff and wrapped itself around Voldemort, including the shield and his old friend's belongings.

In an instant, everyone thought that Dumbledore had won, and Hera and Snape completely gave up the 'match-fixing behavior'. They stood aside and threw a few spells at the side at will. They just needed to pretend that they were fighting and that was enough.

"I think Dumbledore has already won." Hera watched the battle between the black and white demon kings, and he bumped Snape's shoulder.

Snape dodged Hera without a trace, and he kept waving his wand, blowing the tombstone to pieces. "You think too easily of the Dark Lord."

"yes--"

The matchlock on Voldemort's body became a poisonous snake, and it swam down from Voldemort's body, hissing viciously, and facing Dumbledore.

Voldemort disappeared, and the snake reared itself on the dirt, ready for battle.
A flame exploded in mid-air above Dumbledore's head, and Voldemort reappeared, standing on top of a tombstone, which happened to be the one Harry had hid.

"Dumbledore, you didn't think of this trick!" Voldemort's bright red lips parted into a big smile, indescribably horrified.

"Come here, Harry!" Dumbledore yelled.

At the moment he shouted, another green light flew out of Voldemort's wand and shot at Harry, and the poisonous snake also attacked Dumbledore at the same time——

"Expelliarmus!" Harry's mind went blank, and he only had time to say the spell, completely subconsciously.

"NO!!!" Snape snarled, and he seemed to charge Voldemort, but Hera held him back.Because the current situation is a little bit different.
A green light shot from Voldemort's wand and a red light shot from Harry's at the same time - the two lights met in the air - their wands vibrated suddenly as if electrified - and a thin beam of light joined the two wands, neither red nor green, but dazzling gold.

Harry followed the light in amazement, and saw that Voldemort's long, pale fingers were also holding a trembling wand.

"Tom, I think you made a mistake." Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief, he watched Harry and Voldemort lift their feet off the ground, and they rose into the air.

The two wands were still connected by that gleaming golden thread, and from here they flew into a clearing without a grave.
The Death Eaters finally pushed back the tombstones that were pressing on them, and they shouted, asking for Voldemort's instructions.

Dumbledore followed, and the Death Eaters stood there pondering for a moment, then one by one Apparated away from the graveyard.

Hera and Snape also followed behind Dumbledore holding their breaths, and they both looked at each other, neither of them had ever heard of such a situation.

The golden thread connecting Harry and Voldemort suddenly split, but the two wands were still tightly connected, and thousands of arcs of light appeared above Harry and Voldemort.Arcs of light interweave around them, culminating in a domed golden mesh, a cage of light.

"Dumbledore, this—" Hera and Snape said in unison, but Dumbledore interrupted them by raising his hand, his blue eyes widened in astonishment, and he stared at the scene in front of him in shock.

"Use your mind, Harry, use your mind!" Dumbledore shouted.

Harry closed his eyes. He concentrated all his thoughts and gripped his wand with all his strength. It could be seen that he was fighting Voldemort.

Immediately afterwards, Voldemort's wand vibrated violently. Voldemort looked shocked, almost frightened.
There was a pupillary scream from Voldemort's wand, which echoed. Then - Voldemort's red eyes widened in surprise - a human hand, formed of thick smoke, annulled the tip of the wand and disappeared. There was another cry of pain and a larger object emerged from the tip of Voldemort's wand.
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