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【Thirteen】

The messy and broken guardian armor on the ground, the shards of broken glass all over the floor, and the panicked ghosts running around in the aisle all indicate that Hogwarts is enduring another chaos after the war.

Harry stopped a running ghost casually in the aisle, "How is the situation now?"

The ghost was not angry, but the lightning scar on Harry's forehead was obviously influential, "A large number of unknown people invaded the academy, and now they have gone to the Quidditch field, requiring everyone to be in Quidditch within half an hour." Gather at the strange place, or the massacre will begin. Oh, Merlin's stinky socks, I'm going to run for my life too." After saying that, he passed through Harry's figure and disappeared through a wall.

"Shit!" Anastasia was the first to swear.She glanced around, quickly ran to the window, supported the window with one hand, jumped down, and landed firmly.

Ron was closest to the window, looked at Anastasia who had already run away on the flat ground in shock, and sighed, "Merry, this is the fourth floor."

Draco and Harry obviously didn't waste time admiring Anastasia's graceful figure, but quickly turned to the stairs, ready to go downstairs.But Hogwarts' stairs that automatically change lanes are obviously a little ignorant of the times. At this moment, they suddenly changed direction with a creak, and Hermione and Ginny, who were always good-tempered, couldn't help cursing.

"Oh, shoot!" said Merlin, the dead old man.

Outside the window, Anastasia's figure had disappeared down the path leading to the Quidditch field.

Just running to the end of the trail, watching the entire Quidditch field from a blind spot behind a tree, Anastasia already felt a chill from inside.

On the huge field, the two sides confront each other, but the strength is obviously unbalanced.The few Hogwarts professors—the current headmaster McGonagall, the potions professor Slughorn, and the herbal medicine professor Sprout—are surrounded by more than forty or fifty dementors. You can also kill monsters and three.The patron saints of the three are guarding in front of each other, but they are weak after all.

On the periphery, a young, pale man led a group of wizards in black wizard robes, watching the scene where the three were surrounded mockingly.

The breeze lifted the man's loose wizard robe, making a rustling sound, adding to the bleakness.

"Oh, dear Professor McGonagall, after the old man Dumbledore, have you become the leader of Hogwarts, the place where the mob gathers and the lackeys of the Order of the Phoenix? Tsk tsk...do you want to consider switching sides? What? I think, we welcome you to join us... Oh yes, do you still remember our lovely Ye Kege? Why don’t you continue to summon Ornons? I forgot to remind you that there are twenty of us by the Black Lake Wizard, although it is true that Onongs is the natural enemy of Ye Kege, but after all, manpower and magic are irresistible to any kind of creature. I heard that, except for Onons, every eight wizards like you One of them may be able to win, or else, we can only rely on the phoenix... The phoenix is ​​the spirit of all beasts. Unless there is the blood of the phoenix, the two of them will not turn against each other... It's a pity that although they are called the Order of the Phoenix , but Phoenix heard that only the one that disappeared after Dumbledore’s death—Fox? Is that the name?”

The men and women behind that person let out cold and mocking laughter, watching the three people's defensive range continue to shrink, and they stepped back until the three were close to each other—there was no way to retreat.

"Stop dreaming! The Dark Lord's power has collapsed, how long do you remnants want to last?! The Aurors from the Ministry of Magic are coming soon!" McGonagall yelled, maintaining her pale face.

"Oh, why don't you want to back off, my dear Professor McGonagall...haha." The leading man's gaze was not as cloudy as the others, but rather clear, but the anger and disgust revealed in his pupils were so intense that he One cannot ignore.

The hypocritical Order of the Phoenix, the hypocritical Hogwarts, the evil Albus Dumbledore old man!

If it weren't for you, how could my family be ruined? !

You guys have to pay full responsibility for the downfall of the Hill family!

After that, he no longer had faith, and even Merlin didn't get half of his respect.

What he wants is absolute power!

Anastasia closed her eyes and took a deep breath, feeling deeply exhausted, but she didn't shed any tears.She has no right to shed tears.Even though she suppressed such strong hatred and anger, she could still recognize this voice with her eyes closed.

Her dear brother, Albert von Hill.

Why are you standing on the opposite side of me.

What exactly did you suffer, survived after the entire army of the Hill family was annihilated, but stood on the side of the culprit.

Al, should I trust you?

Al, should I be your enemy?

The circle formed by the dementors and Ye Kege continued to shrink towards the center, and the light of the patron saint transformed by the three professors was also constantly weakening.In the Forbidden Forest, a few messy horseshoes sounded occasionally, which seemed to indicate something.

Anastasia snapped her eyes open.

Sorry, Al.

I have my persistence and my responsibility.

If Onongs can't be used to fight and can also be used, then there is only Phoenix, right?

Anastasia's wand came out of its sleeve, and she waved it lightly at her left wrist. A neat scratch appeared above the Dark Mark on her left wrist. The dark red blood oozes out, but it doesn't disperse. Instead, it runs along the wand, at the tip of the wand A small blood cell is formed.

Anastasia closed her eyes again.

That year, when she was young and carefree, she held her brother's hand and ran happily on the back hill of Hill's house.As the setting sun fell, she ran happily, only hearing the voice behind her.

[Stacy, slow down, be careful, you will be scolded by your father again if you get injured! 】

She turned around mischievously, and stuck out her tongue at her brother who was chasing behind him.

[Al, hurry up!If you catch up with me, I will go back with you! 】

Countless times, she broke her father's collection at home, hid behind the boy who was always taller than her, tugged at his sleeves in a fawning manner, and called his name pitifully.

【Al... help...】

Then at night after the boy was punished for her, he sneaked into the boy's room and bowed his head in self-blame.

[Sorry, Al...]

【Silly girl……】

"Guardian!" Without using the silent spell, Anastasia's hoarse and magnetic voice sounded in the air that had been stalemate in the silence.

The white light was so dazzling that it burst out from behind the tree where Anastasia was hiding, guiding the patron saint of white light to pass through the entire Quidditch field at a speed that even a Firebolt could not chase, causing the white light to scatter and permeate.The dementor screamed, and instead of running away as usual, it just strangled its own neck and struggled painfully, but a hole gradually appeared in the chest, and then continued to expand, eventually turning into ashes.

Draco, who was running towards the Quidditch pitch, suddenly felt a palpitation.

Stacey...

No one can realize when everything in front of them happened.When everyone was still shocked by the dementor's demise, the patron saint who led the white light just circled around and flew over the head of the famous professor—it was such a glorious and proud phoenix.

She raised her neck proudly, and let out a neigh toward the sky—that was the song of the phoenix.

No, not right.Unless it is a sound transmission patron saint, it is impossible for the patron saint to make the same call with the form.The leading man, or Albert, realized this immediately.

He is not wrong.

But the tweet of the phoenix does exist.

In an instant, a flame suddenly burst out in the sky, and from the center of the flame, a big red bird appeared out of thin air, screaming, and swooped straight down.Two dots of red dripped onto Ye Kege's body at both ends with lightning speed, causing them to scream and then spontaneously took steps to both sides. After stopping, they showed an obvious gesture of submission.

The blood of the phoenix, the irresistible power of submission, has the function of healing all wounds in the world-similarly, cleansing the hearts of humans and beasts.

"Over there!" The people behind Albert suddenly pointed their wands at the blond girl who appeared in everyone's sight after the white light faded, their eyes wary.

Albert's eyes followed the mass of red in the wind, the phoenix of the Order of the Phoenix, the phoenix driven only by the head of the Order of the Phoenix and those who were truly loyal to Albus Dumbledore—Fox, after disappearing for half a year, He was summoned at Hogwarts with the dazzling gesture of rebirth from Nirvana.The flaming wings spread out, gliding in the air, the golden beak opened, and the entire Quidditch field, or the entire sky above Hogwarts, resounded with the phoenix's clear song.

He stared at the mass of intense color, and kept watching it stop on the shoulder of the figure that appeared after the white light.

For the first time, he felt that the light of the patron saint was so dazzling, and the glaring white light made his heart that had been frozen for so many years tremble violently.He also realized for the first time what it was like to be pointed at with a wand—sadness.

He closed his eyes and opened them again.

The voice in his ear was unfamiliar yet familiar, and he, who had always been famous for his coldness in the organization, was taken aback, and at the same time, his nose was sour.

The girl's voice was hoarse and magnetic, as if she was choked with sobs, but her face was so ancient and untouched, but somehow it made people feel sad and vicissitudes: "Al, long time no see."

Al, long time no see.

Al.

Al.

The author has something to say:

Ok update chapter.

There should only be two chapters left, and I won't guarantee speed or anything.Anyway, I thought of writing something, and I will post it when I gather around 3000.

The end shouldn't be far off.