[HP Deer Dog] Speed ​​and Magic

Voldemort watched with cold eyes everything that belonged to him returned again.

Everything is correct, the Death Eaters have occupied the Ministry of Magic, controlled the schools, transportation, thought, freedom of speech, everything, the massacre of muggles and the trial of mixed races are about to begin, the whole world of the Dark Lord should be like this, very correct.

It went so well.Even if the prerequisites were mastered, to become far more than Dumbledore could have imagined, it all worked out incredibly well.

But it's what he deserves, and he's only annoyed why he's still hiding here.The turbid air in the secret room, the highly poisonous liquid crawled all over the walls, no Death Eater could step in here, forcibly gather Horcruxes, and use the long-lost black magic to force them into the body. His behavior was rewarded, his body was like a twisted and stuffed sack, his souls were stirring each other, and he was still refusing to merge.

It doesn't matter, he has already won, he has already got the British wizarding world, physical discomfort is only secondary, as he expands outward and strengthens his strength, one day he will find a solution to this problem.He's been through worse than that.

no big deal……

The guards prostrated themselves on the ground, and in front of them stood a black-haired boy, his gray eyes scanned them viciously, as if as long as he wanted, life would cease to exist like sand blown by the wind.

"Good job, Tom, you're better than I thought," Grindelwald said, which sounded like a compliment, but Grindelwald's casual attitude meant nothing at all.

"What are you trying to do?" Sirius looked at him indifferently.

"I'm resting." Grindelwald said, "I've done what I wanted to do. I want to see Voldemort come and rule the wizarding world."

"Why?" Sirius tilted his head, and his body under complete control gradually adapted to his control. It didn't feel bad: "Do you want to see me rule? Or do you want to see the Dark Lord at Hogwarts?"

Grindelwald laughed so loudly that everyone who was lying on the ground couldn't lift their heads: "It's just for entertainment. It makes no difference to me. If you are not willing, how about using your own ability? "

"Three Dark Lords, too many, too many..." Sirius murmured, ignoring the old man who was the absolute manipulator beside him, and said cold words: "Grindelwald, why do losers still Living in prison for so long?"

Turning his head, the young man gave the old man a charming smile, then slipped his hand, and a poisonous curse rushed towards the old man aggressively.

"Hehe, has the dog I raised finally started to bite its owner?" Grindelwald smiled nonchalantly, and a burst of pain invaded Sirius' brain. For the first time, the boy showed panic on his face. The head screamed.

"It's a pity, Tom, you don't have another person who can bear the pain I inflict." Grindelwald tilted his head slightly, as if he found this scene very interesting: "A young man full of energy is always disgusting. I want to make the script bigger a little."

He tapped the armrest of the chair lightly with his fingers, turning a blind eye to the boy rolling on the ground in pain. In fact, bursts of unreasonable satisfaction made him excited. Why did he want to see Voldemort rule the world so much?Why so eager to see the triumph of the dark arts?

"Go to fight, Tom, if your intelligence is not only used to bite around, you know what to do, there is Dumbledore outside, with his companions." Grindelwald stretched his skinny fingers comfortably , I am very glad that this vitality still exists.

The wind on the sea blew over from time to time, the sky was gloomy, and it seemed that it would collapse at any time. The sea wind made the boat sway, and they landed smoothly. This smoothness was somewhat unbelievable.

A black spell rolled over the island, and almost as soon as they set foot on the ground, there was a huge roar, one after another, like the heavy footsteps of trolls.

Three giants made of stones that were so tall that they completely blocked the sunlight, overwhelmed the trees and crushed the stones, and came here heavily.Sirius sat on the shoulder of one of the stone statues, his smiling eyes were full of red light: "It's so brave, are you all here?"

"Sirius—" James yelled, putting his hand over his mouth, "hear me?"

"It's useless." Regulus tugged at him and said calmly, "That's the Dark Lord."

"I'll stop them, Albus, you go first." Aberforth flicked his wand, avoiding his brother's sight, in fact,

They never said a word to each other along the way.But they all knew that Aberforth agreed that Dumbledore would go to Grindelwald by himself, which was a trust.

Dumbledore called out the phoenix, and the big flame opened a way for him. He hurriedly handed the sorting hat to James again, and followed the phoenix.

With a cold face, Aberforth summoned a large clump of clear water, and smashed it at the stone statue sitting on Sirius like a cannonball. Regulus, not to be outdone, used the combat magic he had learned, including the shadowless god.Each stone statue shattered into more than a dozen pieces and fell to the ground, but at the same time transformed into new soldiers, and the speed was much faster, which could avoid the curse.

Aberforth and Regulus fought and dodged, the wands danced swords in their hands, with red, silver or green light, the small place was filled with gunpowder, spells, explosions and flying dust mixed together Together.

"I don't think you (I) can join in at all..." James held the sorting hat and laughed dryly at the places that were not affected by the spell, one hat and one person complaining at the same time.

"You're really useless." The Sorting Hat said with disdain, and James smiled and put it on top of his head indifferently, and said with concern: "But don't drop it, or it will be bad if it breaks."

"Huh? How dare you underestimate...the side!"

James dodged the spell in time, and Sirius pointed at him not far away with his wand, and said lazily, "Dodged it? Sorry, I will definitely hit it next time."

"Are you trying to kill me, Sirius." James pushed his hat first and then his glasses, his hands covering his eyes and expression between movements.

"No, this is torture. It's not over yet, don't let me down too much, James." Sirius laughed heartily, the blackened boy raised his wand, and a rope rushed out from the tip, straight to James James rushed over, but unexpectedly James swung his right hand vigorously and broke free from the rope, but the unbearable pain when his right hand moved made him tremble violently.

……

"Grindelwald didn't give you anything." At that time, Dumbledore looked at James' arm and said, "These talismans are overflowing with black magic, which prevents you from using magic power and taking out Gryffindor. The sword, but one thing, it can help you resist magic attacks at the same time, how many times you can resist it all depends on your ability to endure pain. When magic hits you, although it seems that there is no superficial effect, the pain will intensify Ten times. Once you can't take it anymore and go crazy or pass out, it's all over."

"Grindelwald's prank, huh?" James smiled at Dumbledore and raised his head bravely: "It's easy to deal with it if you know what you're facing. My biggest fear is not knowing anything."

……

"Is it useless?" Sirius sneered, and the magic power gathered at the tip of the wand again: "It's a boring curse, I want to see how many times you can endure it."

"Phew." Panting, James still said forcefully, "I heard... Grindelwald was laughing, Sirius, can you bear this? Wake up quickly, let's catch that old man and beat him up Meal."

He staggered closer to Sirius, the pain in his arm becoming more and more clear with each step.

"Cruciatus!" The spell again was still ineffective, and James paused for a moment, almost kneeling on the ground, with cold sweat falling on the front of his clothes. He tried a few times, but still stood up.

"Don't go any further." The malicious shard suddenly felt scared, it shouldn't have such emotions, it was always mocking, the dark lord aloft, he stepped back, gathering magic again.

"That's not okay, Sirius, it's too ugly to be afraid like this." James gritted his teeth, showing a forced smile that was uglier than crying: "Have you forgotten how difficult I am? It's so difficult, why don't you worry about it?" Not enough to make me leave you."

He held up the sorting hat, and rushed forward vigorously. A beam of magic hit him, and was bounced off by his right hand again. The black curse spread to his chest, and the great pain that gripped his heart and lungs almost made him fall. The hat screamed in his ear, which was fine, it was loud, but at least it kept him awake.Because if you faint, it's all over.

There is still a distance, only a distance left.James stared, his heart beating so hard it felt like it would pop out and explode.He stretched out his hand to take it off, and threw off his glasses, his eyes were suddenly blurred, and the whole world was blurred accordingly. The flying stones and dangerous spells were all weakened, and he couldn't see, only the target, the figure of Sirius , very clear, terribly clear.

"I'm sorry, Sirius, you are always thinking about things, so many burdens, but I can't understand it, because I am a simple-minded fool who can only move forward and express desperately."

Yes, it's time for you to walk up to Sirius.He's always come to you, and it's your turn.

"So, since I can only move forward, then keep moving forward. Since I can only express, then no matter how many times I tell you

relationship. "

A beam of spells exploded on his body again, causing his body to curl up in pain, and his nerves to numb from the pain.

"Sirius, I like you, I like you the most." His voice was already vague and trembling, and the physiological tears made him

His vision became more blurred, and he couldn't hear clearly whether he had said this clearly due to the severe tinnitus, but it was good to be able to say it.

Just one step away, the black-haired boy who forcibly endured more than a dozen hurting spells fell to the ground unwillingly because his body's endurance had reached its limit.

The author has something to say: So it's so bloody...I'm so kind to James! OTZ