Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

'boom~'

'Boom! '

Before Voldemort finished speaking, he felt a sense of palpitation and shock coming from the depths of his heart.

He stopped talking suddenly, raised his head, and looked towards the northwest.

There...horcruxes...

"Dumbledore!!!"

The secret of the Horcrux, was revealed...

The departure of Ancient One and Dumbledore was premeditated...

They got hold of a few Horcruxes... What happened to the golden cup in the orphanage... Has the crown of the House of Requirement been found too...

Voldemort, who realized what had happened, was completely insane. He had never been so panicked for a moment...

Even when he wanted to confuse Gu Yi with the help of the diary, but was robbed by the other party, he was never as frightened as he is today...

Like Rookwood said... that's Dumbledore...

A dense black mist flashed past, and Voldemort disappeared into the Minister's Office of the Ministry of Magic, leaving only the Death Eaters looking at each other, not knowing what happened.

"This..."

"Owner!"

With an exclamation, Bellatrix pushed away the chair, regardless of what other people wanted to say, a follower appeared and followed along the magic trace left by Voldemort when he left.

"F... what happened?"

A Death Eater raised his head ignorantly, looked around, and was a little confused about what happened.

What he didn't notice was that Lucius Malfoy's face was so ugly right now.

Smart, he knew when he heard Voldemort's shout that his plan to avoid the edge of the ancient one and Dumbledore was completely aborted...

"...What the hell happened, master? Did Dumbledore call in?"

'Boom! ! ! '

A loud noise startled all the Death Eaters, and when they turned their heads to look, it was Lucius Malfoy, with his head lowered, holding the magic wand with countless decorations in his hand, and slammed it on on the table.

"Now... gather everyone and prepare to attack Hogwarts!"

As he spoke, Malfoy raised his head slightly, his expression extremely gloomy and fierce.

"...Don't blame me for not reminding you, attacking Hogwarts is ten thousand times more difficult than attacking the Ministry of Magic!"

Chapter 547 The Last Battle·Evacuation of Teachers and Students

"Hagrid, are there enough Thestrals and carriages?"

"Enough is enough, a car can accommodate up to forty people, and four Thestrals pull a car, the number is more than enough!"

On the edge of the Forbidden Forest, a dozen carriages of various shapes were neatly lined up in a row. Hagrid was holding a rein and tied it firmly under the wings of thestrals.

The strangled Thestral, which was somewhat uncomfortable, turned its head and snorted, spraying mucus in Hagrid's stomach, but Hagrid didn't care, stretched out his hand to rub his chest, and continued to work again.

"All students, stand here, the prefects of their respective colleges will count the number of people, and no one will be left behind!"

"Hodge! Hodge! Where are you?"

"Here! I am here!"

With a loud cry, a lively girl with short gray hair and a broomstick in her hand jumped out.

"What are you doing? The professor told you not to carry anything but a wand! And you??? Carrying a broomstick???

Are you going to play Quidditch on the way out? "

"of course not..."

The short-haired girl shook her fist violently and shouted loudly:

"...but I might consider hitting a Death Eater's head like a Quaffle!"

"Okay, Hooch! Hurry up and get in the car!"

After Professor Slughorn heard the name Death Eater, his expression became flustered, and he raised his hand and pushed Hooch's shoulder, signaling her to pedal quickly.

"Professor Flitwick!"

A short figure came out of the castle's atrium in a hurry. After seeing that figure, Professor Slughorn shouted loudly.

"Hey! Professor Horace!"

Professor Flitwick is relatively short in stature, and the distance from the castle to the Forbidden Forest is quite a burden for him.

"Where's Minerva? Did she still insist on staying?"

Hearing this, Flitwick nodded sadly, took a deep breath, and said in a low voice:

"She...she insisted on staying in the school to wait for Albus and Professor Guyi..."

"What is she joking about?"

Hearing this news, Professor Slughorn couldn't help being anxious.

"The Ministry of Magic is completely finished. Now only Dumbledore can resist Voldemort. Now everyone knows that Hogwarts has become the most dangerous place, but she..."

"Yeah...Hogwarts is dangerous...we all know..."

Professor Flitwick looked at the students who were willing to live and die with the school, but were driven into the car by the young Mr. Filch with a broom, and whispered:

"...But if there is a choice...who wouldn't want to stay..."

"What did you say?"

Professor Flitwick's murmur was submerged in the din of the students' loud protests. Hearing Professor Slughorn's question, he couldn't help but look gloomy, shook his head and said:

"It's nothing... Our mission is to ensure the safety of the students. You know, it's not an easy journey from Hogwarts to Beauxbatons..."

"...yes..."

Professor Slughorn on the side also became dejected, turned his head, looked at the students who were thrown into the carriage by Hagrid one by one, shook his head and sighed deeply.

What is not easy is not only the distance?

The feeling of living under the fence is not so pleasant...

"Professor Flitwick, Professor Horace, is everything arranged?"

"Minerva?"

"Professor McGonagall!"

A rigid and serious voice sounded not far behind them. The two turned their heads sharply when they heard the voice, and shouted in unison.

"Phew, Merlin bless, Minerva, leave with us!"

"Yes, Professor McGonagall, how about this, I will stay and wait for Professor Dumbledore, and you will escort the students to leave together, what do you think?"

"Okay, Professor Flitwick, now is not the time to be willful!"

Hearing Flitwick's proposal, Professor McGonagall, who was wearing a gem green wizard robe and a pointed wizard hat, walked slowly and shook his head seriously.

"Students are important. You must protect the safety of the students on the way. I am the vice-principal of Hogwarts. Please obey my arrangement!"

"But..."

"No but, Professor Horace!"

Professor Slughorn, who was just about to say something, was interrupted by Professor McGonagall, who had a frighteningly serious face before he could finish speaking. Her eyebrows were erected, and she said solemnly:

"The enemy is at present, and there is no time for our mothers-in-law and mothers. If you leave a second earlier, the safety of the students will be more guaranteed. At this critical moment, please put the safety of the students first!"

"Uh..."

Professor Slughorn was speechless, turned his head to look at the students who were about to get ready, sighed softly, and nodded wordlessly.

"...Okay...Minerva, take care, leave Hogwarts if things can't be done, I believe, neither Albus nor Professor Ancient One wants to see you get hurt! "

As Professor Slughorn said, he took out a delicate and clear crystal bottle from his bosom. The bottle was not big, only about the thickness of a little finger, and it was in the shape of a drop of water. It looked very exquisite.

What is encapsulated in this delicate crystal bottle is a pure golden, translucent potion that sparkles with stars, exuding an elegant and seductive aura, very mysterious.

"This is..."

"That's right, Felix Elixir!"

Slughorn said the name of the potion in a somewhat proud tone, glanced at the hesitant Professor McGonagall, took her hand, and stuffed the potion into her hand.

"We all need a little luck at this critical time, don't we?"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Professor McGonagall to shirk, he squeezed Professor McGonagall's hand vigorously, nodded, turned his head and walked towards the carriage without saying anything.

There is nothing to say. If you want to say something, it will not be too late when they meet again. Professor Slughorn is convinced that they will meet again, definitely!

"Take care, Minerva!"

Saying farewell, Professor Flitwick also walked towards the carriage, and with Madam Pomfrey's help, boarded the carriage, turned his head and took a deep look at the lonely Professor McGonagall, exhaled softly, and slowly Slowly close the car door...

"Let's go!"

Like Hagrid's shout, thestrals began to flap their wings, and a dozen or so carriages moved forward in unison, flying towards the setting sun.

As the sun set, the shadow of Professor McGonagall was stretched. She just stood there quietly, watching the teachers and students leave.

This Ms. Minerva, who had never believed in any sect in her life, silently folded her hands and prayed softly.

"...Great and merciful Lord... I would give my all in exchange for your protection, I beg you to protect the children to leave safely... to the safe shore...

Amen..."

Chapter 548 The Last Battle: Tears of Professor McGonagall

"Dumbledore!!! The Ancient One!!! You should be damned!!!"

The fire was inexplicably ignited, and inexplicably extinguished by the monstrous waves. The wet soil was extremely messy, and the charred yew wood was still emitting green smoke.

There is a kind of Zen and beauty in this situation and the scene, but it is a pity that Voldemort can't feel anything except his anger!

"Damn damn damn damn!!!"

At the ruins of Gaunt's old house, Voldemort, who had just apparated from Wu's Orphanage, kicked a tall stone pillar madly like a child in the Muggle world.

That stone pillar is towering and brilliant, and the texture of bluestone is by no means a product of natural formation.

If such an abrupt landform was discovered by Muggles, it would definitely not be easily explained by the three or five phases of approaching science.

"Owner!"

"Go away!"

Bellatrix, who came here following Voldemort, clutched her bleeding left arm, looked at the ugly Voldemort with a painful expression, as if something broke in her heart.

"Owner..."

"I tell you to fuck off... Cruciatus!"

"Ah~~~"

The frenzied Voldemort swung Bellatrix aside with a backhand, and then hit the curse casually, hitting the unprepared Bella straight.

The mournful wailing sound resounded through the forest in an instant. The Muggles who had plucked up their courage to go into the forest to investigate because of the previous change were instantly frightened by the wailing sound and ran back home. In the middle of the night, he hid in the bed and shivered, praying for the protection of the Lord.

In the depths of the yew forest, Voldemort, who knew that no matter how crazy he was, finally calmed down, looked at Bellatrix who was lying on the ground, begging Voldemort's forgiveness, and a stern look flashed in his eyes.

The right hand holding the wand slowly lifted up, aiming at the pleading eyes, gently tap...

"Awada eats a big melon..."

The girl who was madly obsessed with Voldemort, in the last period of her life, finally got her wish and became the person closest to Voldemort...

It's a pity that the pale green light didn't show any mercy, it simply and neatly took away all her vitality.

All she can leave behind, apart from a newborn resentful soul, is only a dead young corpse...

Who let...she spy on Voldemort's most embarrassing and ugly face...just asking for mercy...

......

"Sorry...I...I'm sorry..."

"I know, it's okay..."