I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 551 Death

Harry felt the wand pulling his hand aside like some great magnetic force.

With his eyes half closed he saw a burst of golden flames, followed by a loud bang and an angry scream.

He was blown away again.

His body tumbled in the air, like a helpless leaf in the wind, floating high up, and then falling to the ground at a terrifying speed. He tried his best to adjust his posture, but the impact made him lose all control.

Finally, he fell heavily to the ground, and the sound of his body hitting the ground echoed in the open space. Harry felt as if all the bones in his body were about to fall apart. He opened his eyes with difficulty, and the world in front of him was spinning, and the pain surged like a tide.

He felt that he was extremely unlucky.

This time, several ribs must have been broken. He could feel the pain in his chest, which had just calmed down, starting again.

"Harry?!" Hermione's voice was very clear in the chaos.

Almost immediately she turned and attacked the two Death Eaters who were trying to sneak up on them.

The spell whizzed, an arc of light flashed by, and then there was a violent explosion.

The two Death Eaters suddenly became slick, neither attacking nor retreating.

He deliberately dragged Miss Granger along.

Owen was still frowning as he thought about what had just happened. From his perspective, Voldemort cast the Killing Curse, while Harry cast an unknown spell. The magic collided in mid-air, annihilated each other, and then suddenly exploded.

He didn't have time to think too deeply, as the number of Death Eaters around him suddenly increased. Owen had to devote his energy to dealing with these clowns. On the other side, Dumbledore finally got rid of the entanglement of four or five Death Eaters and returned to Voldemort.

At this moment, Voldemort looked very bad, his face was as gloomy as water, and his scarlet eyes were staring at Harry not far away.

Just now, he actually lost control of the wand in his hand for a moment - although that feeling passed in the blink of an eye.

But this was absolutely intolerable to him. He could no longer tolerate failure, and what he wanted was foolproof success.

"Dumbledore—" He smiled grimly, with a mocking arc at the corner of his mouth, his eyes full of contempt for his old rival. He looked at Dumbledore who stood in front of him again. He was a legendary figure who once dominated the wizarding world, but now he looked a little old and tired.

"What else can you do at your old age?" He taunted provocatively, his voice full of disdain and provocation. As he waved his hand, a ball of black flame appeared out of thin air, then quickly transformed into a hideous skull, floating above his palm.

This skull seemed to be a vengeful spirit summoned from the darkest hell, its eyes flashing with a faint red light, as if it could devour all life. It opened its fang-filled mouth and made a creepy squeaking sound.

Suddenly, he waved his hand violently, and the skull quickly split into countless clones like a splitting cell. These clones surrounded Dumbledore, forming a dense sea of ​​​​revengeful spirits. They opened their hideous mouths, screamed, roared, and launched a fierce attack on Dumbledore.

Facing the sudden attack, Dumbledore did not show any panic. He frowned and waved his hand. A blue shield quickly condensed in the air. The shield emitted a faint light, like a solid barrier, protecting Dumbledore.

When the skeleton clones hit the blue shield, there was no collision sound. Instead, there was a strange "clicking" sound, as if the skeletons were gnawing on hard stone.

Voldemort smiled grimly.

The only remaining magic ring on his body suddenly appeared at Dumbledore's feet.

It turns out that the vengeful spirits all over the sky were just a feint to attract attention. The real powerful thing is actually the magic ring.

"Can you hide anymore?"

The golden ring floated on Dumbledore's chest like some kind of shackle.

In the eyes of others, the old professor's arm holding the wand suddenly paused, and then slowly bent as if bound by some force.

The barely-built shield was shattered by the gnawing of the evil spirits.

"Avada--" Just as the shield was broken, Voldemort shot out a killing curse.

The timing was just right.

At the critical moment, a whale-like sea monster leaped out, its huge and elegant body gleaming in the sun, and it jumped out with unstoppable momentum to block the attack. Its entire body began to burn, like a piece of paper on fire, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Xiaolin stood far away in the open space.

In the hand is a folding fan, with water flowing on its surface.

Facing Voldemort's fiery gaze, she did not feel that scary.

His eyes were as calm as water.

"It seems that you have a lot of helpers!" Voldemort's voice was like the cold wind in winter, sharp and harsh, and his robes rustled in the wind, as if to cheer for his anger. He stretched out his slender and pale finger and pointed at Dumbledore.

Then the golden ring surrounding Dumbledore suddenly shrank, as if a heavy punch had hit him.

Dumbledore spat out a mouthful of blood.

Voldemort smiled crazily, "What? That's all you have?"

The vengeful spirit did not disappear, but continued to eat away at Dumbledore's attack space.

He has condensed the Iron Armor Spell again.

But this did not make his situation any better.

He is still dangerous.

And Voldemort - he could use the Killing Curse a hundred times, a thousand times.

As the light of the magic ring around Dumbledore grew brighter, an increasingly powerful repressive force appeared around him.

He was completely trapped here, unable to Apparate - or even move his feet.

Voldemort did not give Dumbledore another chance.

He shot out two more green lights at an extremely fast speed.

At the same time, a large number of vengeful spirits were released, launching indiscriminate attacks in all directions.

This time it seemed that no one could help Dumbledore.

He has been forced into a desperate situation.

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"Qiangqiang-"

Suddenly a red flame appeared out of nowhere.

Fawkes the Phoenix dropped down in front of Dumbledore, opened his mouth wide, and swallowed the green light whole: it burst into flames and fell to the ground, small and wrinkled, unable to fly anymore.

At the same time Grindelwald and Snape appeared on the battlefield.

Grindelwald used force field magic to deflect another Killing Curse.

Everything is in the blink of an eye.

"Severus -" Grindelwald shouted, "Take Fawkes, and Albus -"

As he spoke, he swung his wand vigorously, and a blue and white fire shield rose into the sky, while he quickly approached Voldemort.

Snape heard Grindelwald's order.

Without any hesitation, Snape appeared beside Fawkes like a bat in the night, waving his wide cloak. He grabbed the phoenix with an expression of disgust.

Then throw it far away.

Then - "Expelliarmus"

The red spell passed through the evil spirits and hit Dumbledore accurately.

"what?"

"What is he doing?"

Seeing this scene, Harry, who was not far away, was stunned.

He came alive again.

But the injury was not fully healed and I still felt pain all over my body, but I was able to stand up on my own.

Grindelwald also had doubts with him.

"You--" He looked even more incredulous.

He never expected that Snape, who had followed him, would actually turn against him at the critical moment - he held the wand in his hand and controlled the fire shield to burn towards Snape.

But it was too late.

Voldemort appeared beside Dumbledore - the evil spirits were tearing at his body.

But he showed no pain, even though the old wand in his hand had disappeared - facing Voldemort, he just stared at him weakly.

"You are at your wit's end, Dumbledore." Voldemort smiled.

He won, completely won.

Although there are still some unknown issues, he feels that they are things that can be solved in the future.

Now - no one can stop him anymore.

"Well done, Severus," he said.

With a wave of his hand, all the blue and white flames around Snape were dispersed.

<divclass="contentadv">"Master--" Snape whispered with his head down.

"Traitor——" Seeing this scene, Harry wanted to rush up and punch Snape in the face.

Hermione stopped him - because the Death Eaters around were still watching them covetously. Once they lost their control, they would rush up and kill them without mercy.

Owen was also being entangled - these Death Eaters were very annoying - either fight or leave, why not just do it - they were pulling him back and forth, making it impossible for him to get away.

However - it is still possible to devote some energy to focusing on the battle situation over there.

And under the gaze of many people.

Voldemort took out a ball of flesh and blood that looked like a flower bud from his sleeve.

【Dead roots】

Everyone present could recognize that thing.

"Don't worry - the experience will be unparalleled," Voldemort said proudly.

Dumbledore didn't care what he had on his hands.

At this moment he was looking at Grindelwald from afar.

For the first time ever, a look of pleading appeared on the blood-stained face.

"Gale (Gellert)——"

Grindelwald said nothing. He walked forward and picked up the Elder Wand from a pile of corrupted dirt.

Then he violently hurled several evil curses at Snape, each of which was fatal.

Snape barely dodged it.

He called out for his master.

Voldemort naturally responded to his servant's call with kindness.

He fired a curse, which hit Grindelwald directly while he was still struggling with Snape.

But - the spell didn't hit him, it went straight through.

It was an illusion.

Illusion body and magic spell.

The next moment, Grindelwald appeared in another direction, occupying a high position.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A beam of green light shot out from the tip of the Elder Wand and hit Dumbledore squarely in the chest.

"Do not--"

The shouts and cries from all directions instantly drowned out the wails of the evil spirits.

Everyone turned their attention here.

Shock - disbelief - fear, countless complex emotions were brought to the fore like a hodgepodge.

Dumbledore's body, like a broken big doll, slowly fell on its back into the corrupt mud.

Harry felt as if he was hit by something, and his head was filled with dizziness.

This is not happening - this cannot be -

He heard Hermione's shouting in his ears, but he seemed to be petrified, staring into the distance motionless.

"Harry, get out of the way!"

The Death Eaters cast evil curses at him, and in the end he was saved by Korra, Ginny, who came to help them, and Ron, who had just woken up from serious injuries.

But none of this matters.

Dumbledore is dead!

There is nothing more shocking than this.

Fear tore at the hearts of everyone present - some wanted to escape, some wanted to rush forward and die together with Voldemort.

The scene suddenly became chaotic.

"Take them away." At this time, Owen had to stand up and say to Hermione.

We'll talk about Dumbledore later.

Now we have to take the little wizards away.

Harry and Ron were seriously injured, and the potion could not completely heal them.

They need to rest - at least several weeks to recover.

Shilok jumped out of Owen's arms.

Hermione Apparated beside them, holding a vain baby bird in her hands.

Although it looks quite ugly at this time, it is indeed a phoenix.

Owen waved his crystal wand to unleash a large-scale star shower.

A galaxy emerged like smoke from the tip of his wand.

In just a few breaths, the sky here was obscured.

Then, stars all over the sky fell from the sky, hitting the ground and causing continuous explosions.

"No - we can't just leave like this," Harry cried pleadingly. "We can't just leave like this."

"Help him, Owen. Help him if you can—"

Harry pointed to the distance - Grindelwald and Voldemort were fighting, and Dumbledore lay lifeless on the ground.

"I know--" Owen said with a frown, unable to suppress the anger in his heart.

He rubbed Shilok's head, and the next moment, the palm-sized little beast suddenly grew bigger.

It expanded to the size of a small car in one breath.

"Go up--" he said.

Several people climbed onto Shilok's hairy back.

Then they turned into wind and rain and ran under the rain of stars.

A blue light exploded around them.

Every twinkle is the fall of a star.

This is an end—but also a rebirth.

Countless vines spread out under Shilok's feet. He controlled those vines, suddenly rushed out from the ground, wrapped up Dumbledore, and then transported him over from underground.

Snape was holding them back.

Voldemort also gave up on entanglement with Grindelwald.

Turn to deal with them.

"Bakar--" Owen shouted.

The giant dragon flying near his head spread its wings and released countless red lightning, which spread out in all directions with them as the center.

Hermione, Koyalt, and Harry also released origin magic.

They all chose tacitly - to destroy the meteor.

Twenty controllable meteors surrounded Shilok.

For a moment, Voldemort was at a loss.

And this short period of time is still enough for them.

The last vine has been taken back by Shilok.

Ginny and Ron scrambled to grab their headmaster.

Then, the fur on the neck of the Zouwu beneath him shone with golden light, and he raised his head and roared - the space around him was broken open, the galaxy flickered above their heads, and Shilok jumped into it with his fangs and claws bared.

The world was spinning.

Several people left the place.