Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 197 A Brawl

Voldemort pointed his wand at the night sky, and the statue of the knight was instantly blown into powder. In the dust, the Death Eaters couldn't tell which party's magic it was. The wall made up of Yin corpses was instantly torn to pieces by several Yin corpses.

After a long time, when the smoke cleared, the Death Eaters realized that the magic statue had been destroyed. They stood up again obediently, and Lucius slipped back to Voldemort silently, clutching the ornate statue in his hand. Snake head stick handle, pretending to hit hard just now.

"No wonder you survived the 13 years I was in trouble." Voldemort glanced at the dead Death Eaters lying on the ground, and said contemptuously, "Servants with a little bit of ability and backbone either died or entered the Ark. Zkaban."

"My lord, you are right." Lucius stood at Voldemort's right hand, and cast a stern glance at the other Death Eaters. "How did you fight just now? We outnumbered them nearly ten times, but You are actually scared off by a Transfiguration, but fortunately, the Lord Dark Lord easily resolved it—"

"Okay, Lucius." Voldemort said with a sneer, "Peddie, your transfiguration is indeed not simple, but it is nothing more than a trivial skill in front of me. There is no way you will leave alive tonight... However, since you Live a little longer, I don't mind letting you see what Dumbledore is about to face before you die..."

There seemed to be some sound in the dark night wind, like the rustling of leaves, or the light sound of a cloak. The air became heavier than the lead curtain, and Peter could feel another powerful and evil magic power approaching.

Peter handed him Harry's wand. Harry took the wand and immediately raised it up to aim at Voldemort himself. At the same time, he unconsciously took a step forward. Voldemort smiled and stroked the wand with his pale, spider-like hand.Seeing this, Snape grabbed Harry by the collar and dragged him behind the two teachers.

A zig-zag of black lightning struck the center of the circle of Inferi. It turned out to be little Voldemort in a black robe. He raised his flat snake face, and the hem of his robe fluttered in the wind.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of apparition echoed throughout the cemetery. Most people fell on the periphery, and only a few appeared beside Voldemort. In just a dozen seconds, Peter, Harry, and Snape were all overwhelmed. Surrounded by the enemy, it is roughly estimated that there are at least five or six hundred people.

Looking at the enemies around them, the helpless three of them stood back to back consciously. Harry's upper and lower teeth were chattering, but he could still force himself to remain calm.

"Welcome, my most loyal servants, my true family," Voldemort said to those who had just appeared beside him.

"Master, my master, is it really you?" A hoarse, crazy female voice said, the owner of this voice was unkempt, with long black hair covering most of her face, barely covered by the tattered prison uniform Holding her thin body, "I have imagined countless times... countless times..."

"Ah, Bellatrix," whispered Voldemort, "Lord Voldemort is kind. You endured the dementors for me. I will reward you with powers you never dreamed of."

After speaking, he put the tip of his wand on Bella's forehead, a white light flowed from his wand into Bella's body, Bella trembled with excitement, her hair flew up and became soft again, she was skinny The body of the head also became strong, and the tortured cheeks showed beauty again.

Peter recognized Antonin Dolokhov again, he had grown much older, his cheeks were deeply sunken, but the fierceness and cruelty in his eyes had not changed in the slightest.Voldemort turned to Peter with a smile after empowering each of the Death Eaters released from Azkaban individually.

"Wormtail—oh, and Harry," he held up his hands, and hundreds of men in black robes raised their wands in unison, "Look! These are tortured in Azkaban And the dead prisoners, among them my Death Eaters... Now that I have hundreds of brave and tireless warriors, what can Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic have to offer against me?"

"Maybe all you need is a fire." Peter said indifferently.

"Then you can try..." Voldemort raised his voice, "Kill!"

Hundreds of spells of all kinds flew towards the center of the encirclement, three against six hundred... It might have been one of the most disparate battles in wizarding history.

Peter used yellow spells to create a solid protective cover, hundreds of spells were bounced off almost simultaneously, the scene was spectacular, but the protective cover was also scorching hot, Peter removed it immediately.

Snape summoned dozens of iron chains with black magic, and swept away more than a dozen Inferi corpses, but they got up without a word and continued to attack.

Harry, too, was fighting: "Disarm!" "Disarm!" Two or three Inferi had lost their wands, but they came forward tenaciously, empty-handed.

Voldemort himself did not make a move, he regarded this as a game to test the strength of the Infernal Corps.

Peter flicked his wand and conjured copies of Snape, Harry, and himself, so that it could be regarded as six people fighting, but he knew he couldn't last long, and controlling three replicas at the same time was too mana-consuming.

The ghouls rushed in front of them, and Peter could see their faces clearly—these faces looked no different from living people at first glance, but they were extremely indifferent and numb... There were dry dead hands everywhere, and the ghouls grinned and showed their faces. Unleashes crooked teeth to tear enemies to shreds.

The replica Harry was dragged away by the Inferi, and he was instantly bitten into an unrecognizable pool of flesh and blood.The real Harry was still fighting, and he kept casting disarming charms, and he was very brave.

Peter turned his wand upside down and drove back the Inferi with the flames from the "Dragon's Breath" handle, and then he conjured a huge dragon and pulled Harry and Snape on its back.

"Kill that dragon," ordered Voldemort coldly, "and don't let them escape."

A rain of spells flew over, and the duplicate version of Peter released a powerful Iron Armor Curse, blocking the attack for the fire dragon, but an Avada Kedavra hit his chest, and he fell down... The fire dragon neighed, Zhang Spreading its wings, hot flames spewed out of its mouth, temporarily repelling the corpse army.

But at the dead corner closest to the fire dragon, more than a dozen infernal corpses grabbed the dragon's claws and crawled on top of the fire dragon. Peter and Snape had no time to deal with them while holding the iron armor spell protecting the fire dragon, "fainted!" Harry said. Knocking out one of them, the rest raised their blank eyes and crawled towards Harry.

Harry yelled nervously, "They...they're climbing up!"

Peter looked down, but he didn't dare to relax the Iron Armor Curse. The dense spells hit Longyi continuously, and there was already a trace of sweat on his forehead.

The replica Snape ran out from the pile of infernal corpses, he threw away his wand, and used brute force to tear off the infernal corpses holding onto the dragon's claws, and wrestled with a dozen infernal corpses...

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the fire dragon kicked the ground with both claws, flapped its wings again, and flew high into the sky.

Between the dark crowd, two black smoke rose into the sky, and two Voldemorts flew towards the fire dragon——

Voldemort yelled, "Wormtail, you have no escape!"

Peter made a rude gesture.Two blinding green lights hit the dragon, and it whirled and fell to the ground, but the passengers on the dragon's back had disappeared.

(End of this chapter)