[HP] How to be successful

Wang suddenly stopped stiffly, and the red light passed by, scratching the black robe, and the blood soaked the robe.

Dumbledore also didn't expect to hurt Voldemort so easily, and he was stunned for a moment, then thought of something, kept casting a spell in his hand, half-closed his eyes, carefully observing Voldemort's face, even though he couldn't see anything wrong Sure, but as an opponent who has been fighting against Voldemort for more than 20 years, Dumbledore even knows himself better than Voldemort himself. He found something wrong with Voldemort and seemed to be suffering from some pain.

Dumbledore hesitated for a moment, but he struck faster than before. There is no open and honest confrontation on the battlefield. What he needs is not to be kind and considerate of the enemy's physical discomfort. Voldemort must be removed, otherwise, the wizarding world will be destroyed. He set off a bigger bloody storm.

Thinking of this, Dumbledore's spell became more and more straightforward, and he also changed from intermediate to advanced. The interlaced red and green light, as bright as a meteor, slipped down in an instant, leaving only invisible traces.The so-called forbidden spell is actually meant for those who cannot master it. Those who master it with strength will always have too many honest reasons to become its master.

On the other side, following the first injury suffered by the Dark Lord after his attack, Signus clenched his hand hanging in the sleeve of his robe tightly, and his eyes fixed on the two also went from being puzzled at the beginning to the final one. Struggling, after three years of getting along, he couldn't say that he knew enough about the Dark Lord, but he also knew that something was wrong with the current Dark Lord. Although the appearance looked the same as usual, his movements when casting spells were no longer so coherent There was always such a small pause, it seemed very difficult, he didn't know why the Dark Lord did this, but he knew that if this continued, the Dark Lord would lose and also... die.

Signus will not trust his memory by chance. When he goes deep into this world, this world is no longer a fiction, there is no established route for all things, and the Dark Lord will not necessarily die In the hands of Harry Potter, it can be the final victory, or it can be death in the hands of others, such as Dumbledore.

He treated the Dark Lord as a teacher, but he didn't naively think that the Dark Lord and him really have the meaning of mentor and apprentice. It can be said that if he and the Dark Lord have no other ties, whether the Dark Lord is dead or alive has nothing to do with him. It's just that the Dark Lord can't die, and he can't die now. If he dies now, then the Malfoy family, which is the number one force under the Dark Lord, will definitely be implicated, and... the Black family, what should they do?

Seeing that the Dark Lord was gradually in a weak position, the struggle in Signus' eyes gradually disappeared. He dodged to a more secret place, took out a bottle of potion from his pocket and poured it into his mouth. This was Uncle Abu's problem with his special magic power. As for the emergency aging agent given to him, after many experiments, it was found that the use of magic power will be more effective when his body becomes bigger. Although this will make the effect of the potion incredibly short, but it can't be controlled now. It's too late to contact Uncle Abu and the others.

There was a burning sensation in his body. Gradually, the distance between his line of sight and the ground became a little farther. Looking at the robe that didn't fit because of his elongated body, and looking at the dead beside him, Signus clenched his hands tightly. Squatting tightly, he pulled down the outer robe from the corpse and put it on himself—as for the inner clothes, Signus had no time to take care of them. Then he held the wand bestowed by the Dark Lord with one hand, and the other hand He grabbed the first button of his own robe inside, gritted his teeth, and yanked off the button fiercely. In an instant, abundant magic power flowed through his body, and the impact of the moment made Signus feel a little nervous. It was uncomfortable, but I quickly got used to it.

Alone · Heating

Alone · Heating

Leaning out of sight slightly, Signus saw that the Dark Lord seemed to be dodging Dumbledore's attack even stiffer than before, holding his breath, Signus waited for another attack from Dumbledore, only The person who concentrates on the enemy is the slowest to receive information from the surroundings, and only at this time will he have a chance to leave with the Dark Lord, only one chance!

Another flash of green light, and now—Signus half-closed his eyes, pointed his wand at Dumbledore, "Crucio—"

Dumbledore didn't expect that there were Voldemort's companions present, or in other words, according to his understanding of Voldemort's recent style of work, Voldemort would act alone in this kind of matter of eradicating dissidents, at most with his big snake.

The unexpected attack, the red light was dangerous and fast, and even Dumbledore could only avoid it sideways. Just when Dumbledore stepped back and his eyes reflexively moved towards Signus's current direction, Sigus Nas apparated a short distance and came to Voldemort's side. He didn't have any time to hesitate, and stretched out his hands to hug Voldemort's body tightly.

"Apparition—"

"Cruciate—"

Distracted by an unexpected turn of events, Dumbledore turned around and saw a man fleeing with Voldemort. Before he could stop him, he could only cast a last spell on the disappearing figure.

In the sunny outskirts, due to the season, the grass has withered, leaving only a layer of bare soil, the vast expanse, except for the occasional wind blowing, the place is always quiet, and the place without people will always extend There is a bit of inexplicable loneliness.

Suddenly, two figures appeared in the wilderness that had not been visited by people. They seemed to be embracing each other. The entangled figures looked very intimate, but just after they appeared, they shook a few times, and one of them shrank suddenly. The water generally becomes much smaller. Needless to say, these two people are Voldemort and Signus.

"Well--"

The continuous apparition consumed the magic power in Signus' body, and soon, the effect of the aging agent disappeared.Signus wobbled wryly at his fallen Voldemort while holding himself up. Originally, he could only support a few high-level spells, but now it was the Cruciatus Curse, one of the three forbidden spells. For him, the apparition was beyond the limit. If it weren't for the aging agent to help him break through the limitations of his body, he estimated that he would not be able to escape from Dumbledore with the Dark Lord so smoothly.

Gritting his teeth and mustering all his strength, Signus was not immediately overwhelmed by Voldemort. He stretched out his hand to help Voldemort sit on the ground first, but just after exerting force, he felt a burning sensation in his waist and abdomen, damn it, Should it be Dumbledore?The curse issued in such a tight time still hurt him, fortunately it was just brushed, and fortunately there was a pocket, and the things inside were to block most of the curse.

Carefully pushing the unconscious Voldemort to the ground, Signus tore off the ridiculously large outer robe and put it on the ground. Then, he sat down on his ass, his body was completely empty, and his strength was due to the magic power. Empty and completely drained, there is no way for him to get there now, let alone with such a burden as the Dark Lord.

Touching the pocket on the other side of the wound, Signus looked at the double-sided mirror that was shattered by the spell and sighed. Now the contact tool is gone. As for the portkey, Signus sighed helplessly. The two things are put together, but fortunately they are put together, after all, the double-sided mirror cannot counteract the power of the spell, and the defensive function is the door key to Malfoy Manor.

Glancing at Voldemort, who was lying down beside him, he seemed to be in pain, his face was pale, cold sweat was all over his forehead, and his strands of black hair were already soaked, but, even in such pain, Voldemort didn't let it out. Moaned for a while, even the brows were not furrowed, just like usual, is this the endurance of the legendary Demon King level?

The corners of his lips curled up, revealing a smile that even Signus himself didn't know what it meant, his eyes moved away from Voldemort's face, looking at the gray sky above his head, Signus was depressed, now, he what to do?

The communicator is gone, and the door key is gone. As for using the wand to signal for help, not to mention that he no longer has the magic power to cast a spell, even if he has it, he dare not send it. After all, he doesn't know where this is. Waiting for Dumbledore instead of waiting for help, that is really an explanation here.

And on the Dark Lord... Signus sighed, even if there was a communicator or something, it would only be a communicator to talk to Nana. He and Nana couldn't speak and communicate.Besides, he didn't have the strength to search the Dark Lord's body, so he could only wait?Wait for the Dark Lord's awakening, or the restoration of his magic.

Wait... Signus looked up, the gray sky seemed to be covered with a veil, and the fog was lingering, the heavy breath was even lower than before, and it was so stuffy that it was about to explode in the next moment.It seems that I can't even wait. Looking around, apart from the bare soil, there is only a small and dilapidated place not far away that looks like a legendary haunted house.

"Teacher, teacher..."

Cautiously calling out in a low voice, Signus hoped that Voldemort would have a little bit of consciousness, otherwise he really couldn't move such a big person, and the rain was about to fall