The day to become the final boss

The green light, which was much brighter than the usual Avada Kedavra, broke through Dumbledore's solid defense layer with an ominous pressure, and the old wizard with white beard and hair fell down with an inconceivable expression.

Dumbledore's clear blue eyes seemed to be suddenly covered with a layer of mist, and the noisy battle sounds around him seemed to have become far away. The last thing he saw was Voldemort's distorted expression and his throwing his robe away, which seemed to have slowed down many times. back.

The darkness swarmed up, and all Dumbledore's senses were invaded by black.

It was dark all around, but that kind of darkness was not scary, but peaceful enough to make people feel at ease.

The old wizard lay there motionless, as if he had an illusion that he could see his body lying in this peaceful darkness.A black, tall figure emerged from the darkness, holding a huge black scythe in his withered claws, and raised the scythe in his hand high.Strangely, this black shadow was as reassuring as the peaceful darkness around him. The old wizard didn't feel the slightest bit of fear. He calmly waited for the scythe to fall, as if it was the most natural thing.

A white finger blocked the falling blade.

The black shadow bowed slightly, and melted into the darkness silently again.

Dumbledore didn't know how to describe the feeling and shock at this moment - the strong presence of the person in front of him had already made the old man unable to calm down.

It only takes one glance, Dumbledore can understand the identity of the person in front of him - the kind of awe that seems to reach the deepest part of his soul makes him feel like he is looking up at the gods in the void.

"It's not yet time for you to die." The familiar face smiled and said lightly, the black eyes were indescribably cold and indifferent.

As if to prove his words, the seemingly limitless darkness around him suddenly shrank, and Dumbledore felt a sudden blow to his chest, and a hoarse, painful inhalation came from his throat, just like when he was just born.Then the noisy fighting sounds around him suddenly sounded in his ears again, his vision gradually became clear, and his senses returned.

Voldemort was no longer in sight, and Lupine was fighting with his arms under his armpits, his face contorted with rage and hatred, the veins on his forehead bulging.

Out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of a Death Eater's wand aimed at Lupine, and Dumbledore threw a Wandless Disarming Charm to knock him far away.

"Principal Dumbledore!" Lupine's voice was full of disbelief, he almost screamed, and almost everyone turned their heads in surprise, no matter if it was the Order of the Phoenix or the Death Eaters.

Taking advantage of the cessation of the fighting, the two sides quickly separated and moved closer to their companions. The Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters were clearly separated.

"Remus, put me down." Dumbledore hummed.

The werewolf let go of his grip, and the old man returned his wand and straightened his wrinkled robes.

"How could he be alive—I saw him fall into the Master's Avada—" Bellatrix screamed piercingly, tugging at her hair and baring her teeth.

Could Dumbledore be strong enough to be immune to killing spells?

A small group of Death Eaters shifted themselves back cryptically, while others had fear in their eyes.

"Damn it, you useless bastards—" Bella screamed as she cast the Cruciatus Curse on a fleeing Death Eater, "Kill me that old bastard! Let him be smashed to pieces!!" Bella's wand shot out the first vicious spell, and the recovered Death Eaters rushed forward like a tide.

The members of the Order of the Phoenix tensed their nerves and prepared to defend against the enemy.

But the onslaught of the Death Eaters had just begun before it broke—they were attacked, and the attack came from the Death Eaters who were behind them, about one-fifth of the total number.

"What's going on?" The members of the Order of the Phoenix felt that they had experienced the most incredible thing in their lives today. First, Dumbledore appeared in front of them back from the dead, then the old man was immune to Avada Kedavra, and finally the Death Eaters were still alive. There are so many traitors?

Merlin, what is going on?

"Malfoy is always capable." The old wizard raised his wand with a smile, his expression became serious, and his silver beard and hair reflected a soft halo under the moonlight.

"Malfoy—??!!"

"Potter, if you can still tell the current situation, don't hum around like you are only 4 years old instead of 14 years old. You have already wasted enough of my precious potions." Snape's face darkened. Some Death Eaters who stayed behind were settled, including Peter.Pedirou.They had to find an exit and leave as soon as possible. Lestrange Manor had set up a ban on disapparation. They didn't know what the outcome of the battle would be. Their mission was to rescue Little Potter.

Lucius laughed beside him in the same way as his son, mocking the savior as delicate and weak as a flower.

Harry's face was wrinkled into a ball, but he dared to swear to Merlin that he was humming just now not because of the almost healed wound on his body, but because of his special appetite for those precious potions.

When they reached the courtyard, Snape stopped abruptly.

"What's the matter, Snape?" Emmeline asked.Vance (a member of the Order of the Phoenix) asked in confusion.

Snape turned his head, his dark eyes staring behind the dry sculpture fountain on the right.It was dark and gloomy there, for the moon was obscured by clouds, but a pair of eyes that glowed red like coals in the darkness of the shadows glared at them, and a fierce malice permeated the air around them.

Everyone gasped as cold moonlight slowly leaked through the clouds, illuminating the waxy pale snake face of the Dark Lord.

He raised his right hand and threw a silent spell with a blank expression. Before the green light shot out like an arrow, no one could have imagined what kind of spell it was——the platinum nobleman who betrayed him and the savior beside him were all there. Flint and lightning were shrouded in green light.

"No!" Snape panicked for a moment, and the sad faces of Draco and Narcissa flashed in his mind—thinking that if Lucius died, Moores would never give up because of their years of love. Friendship and show mercy to Lucius. (It was mentioned earlier that Porter Jr. will live to be 132, so it's not an object of concern.)

Both Lucius and Little Potter fell to the ground.

The platinum nobleman froze for a moment, his delicate face was so pale that it was almost transparent, while little Potter rolled to the side without making a sound.

The person who should have died did not die, but Voldemort, who cast the spell, let out a terrible howl strangely as if he had been hit hard, and bent down while supporting the sculpture next to him, panting heavily.

"Gulu—" An old diadem rolled out of Lucius' arms, and there was a crack on it that almost split it in two.Lucius stared at it with gray-blue eyes, stiffened all over, and then stuffed it back into his bosom with trembling fingers amidst everyone's horrified gazes.

"Harry is still alive!" The members of the Order of the Phoenix who came back to their senses made a surprised and unbelievable voice—Merlin knew how these two people survived, it was Avada Kedavra!

Snape stared at the Dark Lord vigilantly—after a brief heavy gasp, the Dark Lord's magic power tended to increase again, and his eyes glowed red like magic gems.