I, Hogwarts Second Week

Wait until the woman's figure gradually disappears.

The two people in disguise are relieved.

"What now?" Ron, disguised as Peter Pettigrew, made an impatient, sharp voice.

"Didn't you listen to what the woman said?" Durant's gloomy and ferocious face turned around, "Stay away from the mysterious person, and then sneak past quietly."

After saying that, she walked quickly towards the collapsed building remains.

high speed.

This island in the tower is very large, and the buildings inside are even more intricate.

Collapsed stones blocked the road, and debris and debris were everywhere. Sometimes they had to go through the interior of some buildings and climb out of the windows.

It was impossible for Death Eaters to monitor everywhere, and most Death Eaters were focusing their attention on the center of these maze-like islands, where a bloody and evil ritual was reaching its final stages.

Coatl was distraught.

Raise your left hand, the pocket watch wrapped around your wrist clearly displays the current time.

She knew that there was not much time left for her.

"Damn-"

After climbing over a dilapidated building. Suddenly Ron cursed.

"That's Barty Crouch Jr., and Lucius Malfoy," he said. "Damn it - isn't that guy dead a long time ago?"

Peter's expression was gloomy, his little eyes widened, and he was shocked that Barty Crouch Jr. was still alive.

There wasn't a Ministry official who didn't know him.

That incident was huge.

The son of the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement turns out to be a Death Eater.

Later he died in Azkaban.

Each one is a big deal.

Some time ago, "The Quibbler" questioned some of Barty Cratchit's policies and brought up old issues again, publishing photos of his son again.

All the news from the outside world proves that he should be dead.

He should be dead!

Ron rubbed his eyes, subconsciously thinking that he was hallucinating.

But until his eye sockets were swollen and painful, Barty Cratchit Jr. was still where he was.

"They're blocking the road." Durant said coldly, "This is the only road around. It may be too late to find others."

"They are that person's loyal dogs and should not be fooled."

"I just have to give it a try."

Koatl had quietly held the wand in his sleeve.

She walked over, and the two people naturally noticed the person behind them.

"Peter~" Barty Crouch Jr. had an obvious mocking tone, with the corners of his mouth raised and an inexplicable look in his eyes.

A traitor is obviously disgusting at all times.

No matter how much he contributes to this camp later.

Especially Peter, who after the fall of Voldemort, blamed all the crimes on others, turned into a mouse and hid in a wizarding family for more than ten years.

To put it bluntly, this guy definitely has some mental problems.

Ron pretended to lower his head and turned a deaf ear to Barty Jr.'s ridicule.

He knew something about Peter's low status among the Death Eaters.

"Durant." Lucius looked at the ferocious-looking Koatl in surprise.

"Why do you hang out with people like this?"

The kind of man he was referring to was Peter.

"Does it have anything to do with you?" The disguised Durant replied coldly.

"How dare you, a wallflower like you, have the right to criticize others?"

"I really wonder why the Dark Lord hasn't gutted you yet and used it to hang you at the gate of Malfoy Manor as a warning to others."

Hearing the sound, Lucius's face immediately darkened.

"Shut up, you idiot! The Malfoy family will always be loyal to the Dark Lord.

You are just cultivating a few [dead roots], and a humble peasant dares to compare with me. "

Koatl smiled.

Smiling cruelly.

The next moment, she walked straight towards Lucius.

"That's enough." Barty Crouch Jr. raised his head and scolded the two of them, "You two, get over there and tell those goblins to move faster. The Dark Lord doesn't have much patience.

As for you. "He lowered his head and glanced at Lucius beside him, disdain and indifference appearing on his face at the same time. "Shut your mouth. "

As the Dark Lord's most loyal subordinate.

He and Bella are now Voldemort's right-hand men, with so much power that other Death Eaters dare not conflict with him.

Durant, disguised by Koyatel, laughed contemptuously, and then walked deeper into the island with Ron.

No one noticed that the corners of Barty Crouch Jr.'s mouth raised slightly. It only happened for a moment. Even if someone saw it, they would just think that they were hallucinating.

In the center of the island, there are three bottomless dark pits.

A dozen of the Goblin Brotherhood's abominations are controlling thousands of Muggles here.

The pits are arranged in a triangle.

In the center of the triangle stands a tall and huge altar. On the altar was a staff about one foot in diameter that seemed to be made of silver.

It looks similar to the wooden pile, but the material is different.

The ferocious sculpture on the top of the staff seemed to come alive, with a mouthpart split open, and an invisible attraction enveloped the entire altar.

All Muggles would twitch crazily the moment they entered the altar, and then some kind of silver substance floated out of their mouths, eyes, and noses.

Flow into the deep pit.

Then, those Muggles who had been deprived of their souls and part of their flesh and blood were like garbage, controlled by the goblins and thrown out of the altar.

No one cares whether they live or die.

And in the deep pit, the silver substance is about to overflow.

It emits light microwaves like lake water.

The two men in disguise stopped just a few feet away from the altar.

Ron glanced at Koyatel beside him.

What to do next?

There are at least two dozen dark wizards here, as well as many purgers, and a hundred dementors in the sky, greedily staring at the people on the ground.

What's even worse is that he didn't see Voldemort.

But Ron knew he was definitely nearby.

On the other hand, Coyatel didn't seem to be in any hurry.

Just stood there straight and straight.

From time to time, he would utter curse words and scold the goblins to move faster.

Ron frowned.

The effects of Polyjuice Potion are not long-lasting. No matter how powerful it is, it cannot last for forty minutes.

Most qualities can only maintain changes for twenty to thirty minutes at most.

It had taken nearly twenty minutes since they left the cave and walked all the way here. It was already very rare that the medicine could still last ten minutes.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Coyatl still made no move.

There were beads of sweat forming on Ron's forehead. His hands were shrunk in his robes and he couldn't help but clenched them.

One minute - two minutes - three minutes.

He could already feel his cheeks beginning to squirm slightly.

This is a sign that the potion is about to expire.

Four minutes——

Ron's face had begun to squirm crazily, and his body shape had begun to change slightly.

Fortunately, his back was turned to the dark wizard at this time, and the goblins were busy maintaining the altar, so no one noticed him.

It's already the limit.

Ron understood that he had quietly held the wand in his hand, ready to fight at any time.

And at this moment, just when he was about to attack those goblins.

A huge explosion suddenly sounded.

The entire island, including the obelisk, was shaking significantly.

"boom--"

"boom!"

A large number of already decaying buildings on the island collapsed.

The shaking caused by one explosion had not completely disappeared, and the second explosion sounded again.

This time it was even more intense than before.

There were cracks in the walls of the obelisk.

"what happened!"

There was a riot between the Death Eaters and the Purifiers.

"Hmph - someone wants to storm in." Bellatrix's cold voice came.

"Leave enough people to guard this place, and the rest follow me."

A large number of Death Eaters followed her along the stone bridge and left the island.

But a few were left behind.

And those hundred dementors.

In the process, the explosion never ends.

The roaring sound kept sounding.

The wizards here couldn't help but worry, fearing that the tower would completely collapse.

"The time is just right." Koyatel picked up the pocket watch on his left wrist and looked at the time.

"Muggle stuff is quite useful."

She said a little unscrupulously.

Not many people noticed them anymore.

Most of the dark wizards were staring at the cave above their heads.

They were afraid that a stone would fall and kill them.

"Did you do this?" Ron approached her cautiously and asked.

"I stole some bombs from the Muggle army's garrison." Koatl said, "I searched the memories of their soldiers. They seem to be called time bombs. They are very powerful."

"I borrowed all the bombs in their entire base and buried them with the time bombs in the rubble around the obelisk."

"Timing?" Ron frowned again, "What if the estimated time is wrong?"

"Then mention detonation. It will also create chaos, and the effect will not be much different."

"That's it -" Koyatel lowered her voice. Half of her appearance now is her own. Fortunately, the cave is dark enough. Only the white light emitted by the silver material in the pit can be regarded as a brighter light source.

"I never found that person."

"He may be nearby, but we don't have time." Ron knew that Koyatel was talking about Voldemort.

Strangely, from beginning to end, they found no trace of Voldemort.

But - for such an important ceremony, it was impossible for him not to be present.

This makes people very strange.

"no solution anymore."

Koyatel bit his lip, his eyes gradually became tough, and now they had no choice but to take action.

She quickly put her hands into her fanny pack.

Take out four or five metal balls.

With a jump of the wand, these balls flew to all parts of the island.

Half a second later, they exploded.

The gray gas is like rising clouds, spreading crazily around

This is not an ordinary smoke, but a magic prop with magical power.

The smoke it releases is actually a kind of fine particles. These particles are enough to withstand magic spells, which allows the smoke to remain dispersed under dispersing spells and weather spells.

Of course this doesn't last long, but it's still a good magic item.

In addition, Koatl also throws various other weird props.

They are some magic traps and the like.

No wonder she said she couldn't carry anything else in her waistband.

Because she actually stuffed two magic stone statues into it.

A magical stone statue composed of wild stones, covered with moss, looks like a warrior from the barbaric era.

Rushing into the dust and smoke with the power of a bull.

And at the moment when all this happened, Ron also launched an attack at the same time.

A powerful cutting spell.

Crushing Curse.

Explosive spell.

He was thrown out quickly.

Caught off guard, those goblins were easily defeated or even killed.

The commotion at the scene quickly attracted the attention of the dementors above.

Magical smoke infected their senses, but chaos made them lose their restraints.

He was originally a gluttonous monster, but now he fell directly into madness.

Here all life becomes their food.

The dementors began to crazily suck the little happiness out of Muggles and wizards.

Cries and screams suddenly sounded.

"Damn it."

Ron held up the Iron Armor Curse and was able to withstand the black smoke attacks of the remaining goblins.

There was a dark red light shining in the black smoke, and there was obvious corruption.

The Iron Armor Curse cannot be completely resisted.

Just hold on for a few seconds and you'll be penetrated.

At this extremely dangerous time, many dementors in the sky also noticed their battle.

Many of them were getting through the white smoke, trying to have a meal.

"Calling God—Guard!"

Ron shouted, raising his wand.

Then a bright silver light lit up.

A hound leapt from the tip of his staff and flew high into the sky.

What replaced him was the killing curse thrown by Coatl, and she directly launched a brutal massacre against the remaining goblins.

"Storm of wind and rain!"

Her wand was frivolous, and countless black mist spit out from the tip of the wand. There was a silver light surging in the black mist, and then tens of thousands of lightning fell.

"Hide - let's see where you hide this time!" Dozens or even hundreds of lightning bolts fell.

Like silver swords, they attack the fleeing fairies around the altar without restraint.

Inevitably, lightning also struck many Muggles.

"Stop-" Ron yelled, "What are you doing?"

"I'm trying my best." Koyatel said coldly, his bright red eyes full of madness, "They are all Isabel people. They are cattle and sheep raised by the Purifiers."

"They have long been bewitched by foreign gods."

"Do what you have to do." She yelled angrily, her cheeks illuminated by streaks of lightning. At this moment, it seemed as if she was a man-eating demon.

Ron knocked away more than a dozen dementors. He looked at the girl in disbelief.

The cruel screams in his ears were so clear.

The screams and fleeing figures of the Muggles were right in front of him.

That voice seemed to blend in with the wizards who had just been burned to death by the flames.

A voice—a low evil whisper—rose in Ron's mind.

Like a broken string, the hound in the sky suddenly disappeared.

"No - you lied," he shouted.

The wand in his hand was raised uncontrollably.

The neutral voice in her ears is still bewitching - kill her - kill her quickly.

——She is the devil.

-You know the spell.

--you know!

Strong resentment, anger, and cruel thoughts rose from the bottom of Ron's heart.

Veins popped out on his forehead.

Arms tremble.

It was as if a huge force was holding him up.

"No - no - shut up, shut up!" Ron roared heartbreakingly.

For a moment, he seemed to break free.

Maybe it's the powerful positive emotions brought about by the Patronus Charm.

But that kind of breaking away only happened for a moment, and the next moment he was bewitched again.

The blue eyes were covered by some kind of gray mist, like puppets on strings.

Then a magic spell flew away.

When Koyatel looked back subconsciously, with complex expressions of helplessness, surprise, confusion, and relief, an invisible sharp blade instantly cut her back.

"No--"

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same night.

Different fireworks are being staged in different places.

In the tense atmosphere at Hogwarts, the professors tried their best to maintain their authority. Dumbledore still hasn't come back.

He seemed to have disappeared.

Umbridge continued to dominate. All little wizards are prohibited from carrying newspapers in school, and their packages must be scrutinized before entering the school.

The little wizards complained and mourned, hoping that Owen would teach her a lesson again.

Owen was not in a hurry to implement the expectations of the little wizards.

He was busy with other things.

News came from the Order of the Phoenix - it was brought by Dobby.

After wrapping up filming, he returned to being the elf who was devoted to his job and now serves as the liaison between Hogwarts and the Order of the Phoenix.

Dobby said that the Federation's army has entered Port Isabel and the war will end quickly.

They easily defeated the Death Eaters and another group of dark wizards. The entire United States is currently hunting down the traitors of the Magic Congress.

In addition, they found that the No-Majs (Muggles) in Port Isabel seemed different from other places.

It seems to be carrying some kind of disease.

Many witches and wizards in the Federation report experiencing auditory hallucinations and mental depression, symptoms that are not obvious and that they are still able to overcome.

The Federation is sending healers from magic hospitals in the United States as well as hospitals in Britain and France to prepare to deal with this matter.

In addition, the Magical Congress of New York discovered a large number of [Pretenders] and fierce battles broke out with the Federation's wizard army.

The situation has not calmed down yet, and a powerful wizard is needed to help them.

That's all Dobby knew.

He came here through eavesdropping. The members of the Order of the Phoenix didn't want the little wizards to get involved, so Dobby didn't pass the information to Owen and the others.

But they apparently forgot that Dobby is a free elf and no one can order him.

Owen is his good friend, and he never hides anything from his friends, so the little wizards know this.

"Dumbledore should have gone to the United States."

Some of them believed in the Word.

Especially Harry.

He breathed a sigh of relief and looked forward to Ron's return intact.

Dumbledore might be able to save him, right?

After all, he is the greatest wizard in the world. No one can defeat him head-on, not even Voldemort.

All young wizards believe that the wizard who is about to save the wizarding world in America must be Dumbledore.

They were looking forward to the return of the Headmaster and driving Umbridge out of Hogwarts.

Owen thought it might not be Dumbledore.

Maybe there is someone else?