All things are three at Hogwarts

The remaining Death Eater chased Harry and Hagrid fiercely, and all kinds of curses were thrown at them in an endless stream. Hedwig screamed sharply, flew quickly in front of the leading Death Eater, stretched out her sharp claws and grabbed the opponent's eyes.

"Get away! You damn beast." The Death Eater waved his hands desperately, trying to open Hedwig, but Hedwig's attack was quite fierce, and her constantly flapping wings slapped his cheek mercilessly many times.

The Death Eater struggled to maintain his balance, and Hedwig's desperate thrashing allowed him to barely hold on without falling off the broomstick. Suddenly, Hedwig's claw hit her left eye, causing the opponent's eyeball to bleed out of her eye socket, and blood surged out instantly.

Under Hedwig's blow, the Death Eater let out a shrill scream, the broom shook violently, and fell off the broom while covering his right eye.

"Hedwig! You are so awesome!" Before he could finish his compliments, the scar on Harry's forehead started to hurt, forcing him to press his body against the sidecar of the motorcycle.

At this time, before Hagrid had time to ask about Harry's situation, he realized that there seemed to be a black fog that was covering the sky and swallowing up the whole world. The black fog was targeting the two flashing tail lights of Harry's motorcycle and kept coming. Erosion covered it.

Feeling the pain in his head getting worse, Harry couldn't help but widen his eyes. Then, Harry saw him, the man in the black mist. Voldemort was flying in the wind like smoke, without a broom or a Thestral. The snake-faced bald head shines brightly in the darkness.

Voldemort's lipless mouth twisted, and his voice was very soft, like a hissing flame, but it reached Harry's ears clearly: "Harry... the Boy Who Lived... has come to die. Bar."

Hagrid roared in fear, which was somewhat uncharacteristic of his usual style and his status as a half-giant. He suddenly turned the accelerator of the motorcycle. The huge motorcycle made a deafening roar and sped forward at a faster speed. Harry's whole body was leaning on it. On the motorcycle, he used this to steady his body and fired the aggressive spells he had mastered at random into the nearly endless black smoke.

The severe pain from the scar forced Harry to squint his eyes. Harry felt that his mind was filled with questions. There were so many Harrys flying around. How did Voldemort confirm that he was the real Harry.

"Stupid savior...haven't you understood how you were exposed?" He could see through the thoughts of Harry, who did not know Occlumency, at a glance. As he got closer and closer to Voldemort, a strange and gloomy smile appeared on his snake face, " The lightning magic you used that you only learned in the first semester of Hogwarts... and the Expelliarmus that perfectly demonstrates your weakness and disgusting so-called conscience... This is simply an insult to the intelligence of these idiots under me... I want the wizards to know that it was a complete fluke that you escaped from me several times..."

Black smoke billowed, and the shining snake face was getting closer and closer to Harry and the others. Voldemort raised his arm, holding Parkinson's wand with his pale fingers, and pointed it at Harry: "You are not allowed to turn your back to me. , Harry Potter! You have to look at me when I kill you! I want to watch the light disappear from your eyes!"

At this time, Voldemort noticed Hedwig, the snowy owl, and she once again spread her wings and rushed towards the enemy she recognized, and her paws were still stained with the red blood of the previous victim.

Voldemort, whose attention was attracted, pointed the tip of his wand at it, and a cruel voice sounded: "Avada bites the big melon!"

A green light appeared, but suddenly, the same dazzling red light flashed between the Snow Owl and the Killing Curse in the night.

The owl screamed.

Harry yelled "No...no..." in pain. He simply couldn't accept this reality and felt a sharp and heartbreaking pain filling his chest.

But almost instantly, a dazzling red light appeared next to Harry's motorcycle again. Harry was forced to close his eyes. When he opened them again, the light dissipated, but Harry's pain was like his wailing. It's still stuck in the throat.

In the night, a golden and majestic phoenix suddenly descended from the sky and played its weird music in the night. When Harry heard this music, infinite courage seemed to well up in his heart: "Anka?"

Anka's pair of shining golden claws, the sharp claws were clawing into Hedwig's neck. Completely ignoring Hedwig's constant struggle to flap her wings, Anka flew straight towards Harry and threw away the poor owl that was scratched by it. will give it to him. Author's note: Rowling said the moral of this paragraph is: Hedwig's death represents Harry's adulthood, the passing of whiteness, and Harry is no longer innocent. But I think our book can keep Harry innocent again. longer.

"In the Middle Ages, there was a Muggle named Saint Hedwig who was a saint dedicated to the education of orphans. This figure also became the patron saint of Silesia, Harry. Your Hedwig protected you very well." A vague gentleness The male voice thought in the hearts of everyone present, "But I'm sorry, Anka usually only hunts with his claws and has never saved anyone. Some people don't know the severity..."

"Alan!" Harry and Hagrid shouted in surprise in unison. Alan's appearance also meant that they were safe.

Voldemort's shining red eyes suddenly looked back. Harry endured his headache and looked behind Voldemort. There was also a billowing black mist, covering the sky and swallowing up the world. The black mist Continuous erosion covered it.

If Hedwig wasn't nestled in his arms now, Harry would have thought someone had used a time-turner. This scene was exactly like when Voldemort arrived just now.

Then Harry saw him. Black mist wrapped around Allen, and Allen flew on the wind like smoke, without a broom or a Thestral, and that pale and handsome face fell into Harry's eyes.

Allen's voice was very soft, but it reached the ears of the wizards clearly: "Mr. Tom Riddle, good evening... Speaking of which, we haven't seen each other for a long time..."

The black mist around Voldemort was billowing, and his red eyes were fixed on Allen ferociously. He thought he would encounter Dumbledore at most, and looked around with suspicion, trying to judge whether he had encountered anything. trap.

"Stupid Dark Lord...don't you understand what's going on?" As if seeing through Voldemort's doubts, Allen's abnormally pale face showed a mocking and contemptuous smile, "Why don't you just solve it neatly? The person I want to kill, instead, I want to kill an owl after being so long-winded... This is simply an insult to my reaction ability... I want the wizards to know that an idiot with your style is no match for me... Now I want to duel you."

"Harris! I'm here now! I'm already standing in front of you, and you still dare to say such arrogant words?!" Voldemort shouted in the direction of Allen, the blood vessels on his bald head began to beat, and his cold mouth hissed. Hissing voice, the voice was clear and high-pitched, "Not only did you talk nonsense on TV, but now you actually issued conditions to your invincible opponent in person again?!"

Allen glanced at him contemptuously and did not argue loudly. He just calmly took out his wand, raised it to his shoulder, nodded to Voldemort, and made an invitation to Voldemort for a duel with the etiquette of a wizard's duel.

Black smoke rolled around Voldemort, but he seemed to have calmed down a lot after being furious. His vertical pupils flashed, and the wand in his hand clicked on his palm. Voldemort, who was wrapped in black mist, ignored Allen behind him. Instead, he accelerated towards Harry and said without looking back, "So Harris, Potter first, and I'll deal with you later."

The pale fingers raised the wand again... A strange cry suddenly came from the clouds, and Dumbledore rode the griffin beast he transformed from garden mud to break through the clouds and swoop down with the clouds and mist.

"Tom...although I don't know how you got this information..." Dumbledore blocked Harry Potter behind him on a gryphon, and said calmly, "It's stupid to come here tonight, obviously. , your goal is destined to fail."