Spellcasting Heavens

In the middle of the night, the water vapor blown from the Atlantic Ocean by the strong sea breeze swept the three roads of England, bringing strong winds and showers to this unique country on the edge of Europe.

Standing in front of the window of a dilapidated house in the outskirts of London, Albus Dumbledore stared blankly at the raindrops crackling against the glass window, one of his hands clutching the Elder Wand hidden in his sleeve.

As a self-proclaimed wise man, he has never been more worried about the future than he is now.

Because this time, the Order of the Phoenix that he established and led not only had to face the danger from the magical world, but also always paid attention to the changes in the government of the ordinary people's world.

No one knows what those unidentified pure-blood wizards have captured the Magical Congress of the United States, let alone why they want to control the US government.

But one thing can be confirmed, that is, this incident is definitely enough to arouse the vigilance and fear of witches and wizards in governments all over the world. Once exposed, the relationship between ordinary people and wizards, which has tended to ease, will instantly intensify, and even cause a new round of war.

Even in the days when Gellert Grindelwald and Voldemort were rampant, they were far from being as bad as they are now.

To be precise, this is no longer simply an internal matter in the magic world, but a huge crisis that threatens the entire world.

Hey……

After a slight sigh, Dumbledore turned around and asked the depressed Minerva McGonagall not far away: How is it, are we all here?

The latter nodded without thinking: Yes, they are all here. Are you sure you want to take them on an adventure? You must know that the enemy is countless times stronger than us, and almost one-third of the pure blood nobles in the UK are On the opposite side of us.

No way! We have to take risks! Only risk can win! Let the world not be shrouded in darkness! I understand that many people may be injured and sacrificed this time, but...

Before Dumbledore could finish speaking, a dozen or so masked Death Eaters appeared outside the house out of thin air. The leader was none other than the old friend Voldemort who had been entangled with him for many years.

But the irony is that Harry Potter, who was once cultivated by him as a savior, is now standing beside the Dark Lord, his eyes bursting with monstrous anger and hatred.

Damn! How did they know we were here? Minerva McGonagall's pupils shrank suddenly.

You know that in order to protect the safety of every member of the Order of the Phoenix,

Whether it is a list or a hiding place, all of them have been blessed with magical protection.

Before she could realize what had happened, Aberforth, who had been standing still in the corner, stood up abruptly and fastened a bracelet studded with emeralds on his brother's wrist.

Click!

moment!

All the emeralds released a dazzling brilliance, quickly generating mysterious magic runes, densely covering the surface of Albus' aged skin.

Aberforth! What are you doing? Arthur Weasley, who had just rushed down the stairs, pushed him away and asked loudly.

The others also stood up one after another, pulled out their wands and aimed them at Albus's biological brother, with strong vigilance in their eyes.

Sorry, brother. But for Ariana to live happily, I am willing to do anything, even if it is to become a disgusting traitor... Aberforth took a deep breath, raised his head and looked at him calmly. with people.

Yes... it was you who revealed our location? Minerva McGonagall seemed to realize something, with a trembling in her voice.

But what's interesting is that Aberforth shook his head and denied it: No, I didn't reveal the location to anyone. My task is to put the magic bracelet on Albus's hand, and that's it. That's it.

What?! Besides you, there is a betrayal among us? Minerva McGonagall only felt cold all over, and hurriedly turned her head to stare at the others in the house.

She couldn't understand why the Order of the Phoenix, which has always been known for its unity and loyalty, suddenly had so many betrayers.

The enemy is now!

Panic!

Suffice to say it doesn't get any worse than this!

In contrast, Dumbledore's reaction was much calmer. After feeling the impact of the bracelet on him, he quickly stopped Minerva McGonagall's plan to ask who the traitor was, and frowned. Tentatively: You seem to have mentioned Ariana just now? Can you tell me what happened? If I remember correctly, our sister died decades ago.

Ah! Yes! She's dead! Killed by our stupidity! But someone brought her back to life. You know? How excited I was when fourteen-year-old Ariana appeared in front of me? ' said Aberforth, unable to hold back the tears.

Resurrection?! Someone resurrected Ariana! Dumbledore could no longer remain calm, and the whole person became angry.

There is a forbidden area in everyone's heart that no one is allowed to touch.

For him, the sister who died unexpectedly because of his negligence is the deepest pain in his heart forever.

But now, not only did someone uncover this pain, but also did not forget to sprinkle a pinch of salt on it, anyone else would be so angry that they lost their minds.

Just when Aberforth opened his mouth as if to say something, the door was suddenly blown to pieces with a bang, followed by Voldemort and his men walking in from outside.

He first inspected the members of the Order of the Phoenix in the house, and a cold smile appeared on his face: Not bad! It's all here! After tonight, the world will usher in a new chapter.

You think you've won? Dumbledore took a thousand steps to block the others.

Isn't it? Voldemort asked back, pursing his lips.

No! You can't win! As long as there is light and hope in people's hearts, your selfish and evil attempts will inevitably fail. Said, the old man raised his wand and prepared for a desperate fight.

Due to the shackles of the magic bracelet, he understood that it was impossible for him to escape as easily as last time, and the only thing he could do was to do as much damage as possible to the enemy before he died.

Voldemort undoubtedly saw through Dumbledore's thoughts, and with a cruel expression on his face, he patted Harry Potter on the shoulder and said softly: Go, child, to vent the pain and anger in your heart, He is yours today.

Go to hell! Old bastard! Hellfire!

With the furious roar of The Boy Who Lived, the prelude to the final battle finally kicked off.

Whether they were members of the Order of the Phoenix or Death Eaters who followed the Dark Lord, they all found their own opponents, and began to release all kinds of powerful attacking spells.

For a while, explosions, screams, and shouts broke the silence of midnight, echoing over this dilapidated house...