All things are three at Hogwarts

Different from the situation of ordinary wizards and ordinary undead, the high-level combat power of the undead is always on the defensive side.

Several clouds of black smoke moved quickly in the sky, and Harris, who was held up by the black smoke, shot downwards like a pouring spell, chasing after Voldemort, Death Eaters and those death knights to beat him with relative accuracy.

At this time, the Dark Lord, who had just disapparated and stopped, noticed that several Harriss were still staring at him and started pointing their wands at him, forcing him to once again conjure a silver shield from the thin air. To resist, these attacks instantly caused obvious damage to the shield, and the crackling hits on the shield made a low sound like a gong - a strange and creepy sound.

And just when he was using the silver shield to defend himself and thinking about countermeasures, a long and thin flame secretly jumped out from the crotch of the undead knight next to him, and suddenly wrapped around Voldemort's body, including the shield and all thing.

The ghostly dark green robe on Voldemort was instantly swallowed up by the flames and became even more tattered. However, the Dark Lord quickly cast a spell to turn the match rope into a poisonous snake, which quickly swam down from his body and flew away. Let the curse hiss viciously at its caster - and then see the attacker clearly, making Voldemort even more humiliated and angry.

What made him so embarrassed was actually the youngest witch in the Harris family. Emily Harris, who didn't come over immediately after her avatar was exposed, was called over by Owen to make her presence felt.

If it were a one-on-one battle, he would never be as passive and embarrassed as he is now, nor would he be so humiliated - Voldemort glanced at the death knight Javier who was throwing his ax high in disgust, and realized that he had not noticed at all that he had just thrown the axe. The curse leaked over there.

The Harris's offensive was so strong that Voldemort and these Muggle knights had to rely on each other's strength to fight against the Harrises and the air forces they led.

"This pure-blood family occupies so many resources that even a little witch has been carefully cultivated to be so powerful."

The corners of Voldemort's ferocious face raised sarcastically, and then his eyes glanced at Morgan le Fay and Daisy, who were casting spells to kill the Death Eaters. His mummy-like rotten prosthetic hands were clenched into fists.

The dark lord, a half-blood wizard, was consumed by jealousy and felt that his fate was so unfair to him.

Now Voldemort knew that he was no longer even a living person. After being strengthened by the god of death, Herbo, even though he knew that he was still no match for Alan Harris, he still regained some confidence in his strength. He believes that among the wizards in the world today, except for Allen and those gods, no one can compete with him anymore.

So when Voldemort came to attack the Great Wall, all he could think about was how to take revenge, but reality slapped him hard in the face again - almost everyone in the Harris family had the strength that he had worked hard to get back.

These wizards were born into pure-blood families like Harris, and easily obtained the knowledge and opportunities that he, who was born in these orphanages, could not...

If the Gaunt family could also have such strength... Voldemort thought that if he were born in such a pure-blood family, with his talent, he would have been able to unify the magic world long ago, and he would have done better than them.

This kind of jealousy and unwillingness filled Voldemort's heart, but the death screams of the Death Eaters around him brought his attention back.

Voldemort turned to look at the place where Bella fell to the ground and the other wastes that were resisting the curse. He knew in his heart that if it hadn't been for the resurrection of the god of death, Herbo, they would have been completely killed by Harris, or they would have been killed several times - And those Death Eaters who now have the courage to accept his call and be loyal to him are now killed while alive, but they cannot be resurrected by the God of Death.

So much so that now, the number of Death Eaters on his side is getting smaller and smaller...

The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became. Voldemort narrowed his eyes dangerously and stared at the living subordinates who were still active on the battlefield.

In fact, those who appear here and are willing to follow the call are all hardcore members of the Dark Lord like Rabastan Lestrange.

In fact, the number of Death Eaters who accepted the summons was far less than the number of people who should have come, because many of the Death Eaters who were still alive this time did not appear after the Dark Mark turned black and hot. Come here immediately.

One is because the Dark Lord's repeated failures have caused these Death Eaters to lose confidence in his ability to lead them to victory. The other is because Harris's operation is nominally to attack the God of Death and save the world, which also makes Many uninformed Death Eaters believed this.

No matter what, these living people don't want themselves or their family members to die because of this, even if they are Death Eaters. In fact, the reason why they were willing to join in the first place was because Voldemort promised to give them the glory of pure blood and restore their family to its heyday - but if they join the God of Death, not to mention the family, they may even lose their lives. .

At this time, Rudolfs, who noticed Voldemort's expression, deflected a spell aimed at him, and secretly approached his brother Rabastan. He had already guessed that Voldemort might want to do something, and he speculated that the truth If he hadn't been on the battlefield now, his master would have probably done it.

"Mr. Dark Lord, I need a favor from you and your people now."

William raised his shield to the sky with his hands to resist the spell and approached. The bone horse he had previously ridden had long been blown into powder in the previous battle. The cold voice of the dead brought a bit of ridicule.

"War is not a competition of personal strength. You wizards don't know how to fight... But I have to admit that you have some abilities that I can't do. I am no match for this family in the sky, so now I have a plan that needs your help to complete. The task assigned by the master.”

Later, the high-level undead and Death Eaters who were relying on each other suddenly dispersed in the thick fog. This did not hinder the Harrises from tracking, but it also made them have to face the family alone. If their accomplices help them, they will be beaten to death in a shorter period of time.

At this time, watching the Harrises disperse the enemy group, after a sparse cheer on the Great Wall, there was the sound of running feet.

In front of the battlements, the wizards whose eyes were bloodshot and whose arms were sore from casting spells relaxed their nerves and swayed about to go back to rest. Some wizards who were too tired even sat down directly on the ground. The next group of wizards began to occupy their previous positions and continued to perform magic according to the situation in the area.