Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 492 The Golden Book Conference vs. Voldemort

This time, no one needed to say anything. The moment they saw Voldemort, the nine members of Dumbledore's army moved almost simultaneously, running towards the elevator they had come from. But—

A fiery spell flew overhead, striking the elevator a few steps ahead of them.

"boom--"

The elevator turned into a burning block of iron and plummeted into the ground.

Harry wanted to lead Dumbledore's Army to the other elevators, but Voldemort, standing by the fountain, simply waved his wand lightly—

The other elevators also burst into flames instantly, and within moments they were deformed by the heat and collapsed.

Harry and the others were stunned and stood there, their wands forming a circle around their heads, just like they had practiced in class.

But Harry, Ron, Hermione, and everyone else knew that it was all in vain.

They might have a chance to escape or even defeat other Death Eaters, but against Voldemort, they had absolutely no chance of survival.

“Harry, what do we do?” Ron asked fearfully.

“Oh, you don’t have to do anything,” Voldemort replied with a sneer, staring at Harry, who was standing at the front, with a venomous look. “Or to put it another way, you can’t do anything, you can’t do anything.”

“If you dare do anything, I’ll smash it!” Harry threatened, pulling the crystal ball from his pocket.

"Hehehehehehehehehehehe..." Voldemort laughed inexplicably, and while laughing, he raised his wand and pointed it at Harry.

Just as he was about to cast a spell to end Harry's life—

"Crack... Crack..." Green flames ignited from the fireplace in the main hall of the Ministry of Magic.

Then the flames quickly died down, and an old man with white hair and beard emerged from them.

"Tom, you've made a fool of yourself to come here tonight." Dumbledore calmly stepped out of the firelight.

Voldemort was startled the moment he saw Dumbledore appear, and immediately turned around to unleash an Avada Kedavra attack on Harry Potter.

However, halfway through, the green light of the Avada Kedavra curse was blocked by a red light.

Suddenly, a burly Onsar man appeared in front of Harry, holding up his wand and using a red spell to block Voldemort's Killing Curse.

Strangely, no white male figures could be seen in the reflections of the two mirrors. Instead, there was a tall, thin, Native American-shaped demon with pale blue flames burning from the inside out.

Seeing that he couldn't deal with Chief Thunderbird in a short time, Voldemort had no choice but to raise his other hand and pinch Harry Potter.

As if drawn by some force, Harry Potter suddenly flew toward Voldemort.

The Indian demon in the mirror reacted swiftly, reaching out and grabbing Harry Potter's arm in the mirror—

In real life, Harry also stopped halfway through, tugged left and right a few times, and finally stopped in mid-air.

In reality, a thin claw mark also appeared on Harry Potter's arm.

"Who are you?" Voldemort roared, angrily increasing his magical output.

The green light of the Killing Curse advanced a few more units.

"Hehe." But Chief Thunderbird just smiled, then he slowly squatted down in his physical body in reality, gently stroked the ground with his other hand, and then lifted it up heavily.

As he waved his hand, the ground, like liquid, formed a high wall in front of them.

The wall, smooth as a mirror, separated Voldemort from Dumbledore's army, reflecting the scene behind Voldemort.

The Thunderbird Chieftain in the mirror also raised his other hand and covered Harry's eyes.

In reality, Harry's vision went black, and he couldn't see anything for a moment.

at this time--

"puff--"

Suddenly, the magical fountain behind Voldemort splashed water everywhere, and a huge, dazzling green basilisk emerged from the pool, opening its blood-red maw and lunging at Voldemort. At the same time, a pair of bright, clear yellow eyes were reflected on the mirror-like wall summoned by Chief Thunderbird.

Fortunately, Voldemort sensed something was wrong, closed his eyes, and then lashed out with a Killing Curse—the green Killing Curse, like a flaming steel whip, struck the basilisk.

However, only a faint white mark was left on the basilisk's stiff scales.

At the same time, Voldemort flashed into a cloud of black mist, dodging the basilisk's bites as he charged forward, the black mist breaking through the wall in front of him.

However, there was no one behind the wall, and Chief Thunderbird, Harry, and the rest of Dumbledore's army had somehow appeared at the other end of the Ministry of Magic's hall, behind Dumbledore.

At this moment, standing beside Dumbledore were a plump black woman and two old men and women who looked like mummies.

“Nick Flamel.” The male mummy among the male and female mummies reached out, bent down, and shook hands with Harry and the members of Dumbledore’s Army one by one.

"It's a pleasure to meet you."

"It was also a pleasure to meet you."

"And you...and you...and you..."

After everyone had shaken hands, Nicholas Lemai straightened up and said with emotion—

"Sigh...that's what a normal kid is like."

As soon as Nicholas Lemai began shaking hands with each person, Wu Peirong, the woman among the mummified men and women, stepped forward, took out a translucent jade ruyi.

"May it be as you wish, may it be as you desire, please grant my wish quickly." After saying this, Wu Peirong blew a breath onto the Ruyi.

A cold wind suddenly rose and swept towards Voldemort, with countless snowflakes and ice crystals dancing in the air, obscuring his vision and piercing him like tiny blades.

Voldemort stood still, pointing his wand forward, forming an invisible shield that blocked the ice crystals and snowflakes that shot towards him like bullets.

Voldemort's eyes remained closed, but he seemed to possess a magical ability to sense direction, and he sped towards Harry's direction.

The basilisk spewed a cloud of poisonous mist at Voldemort, then transformed into a cloud of black mist and rushed toward Dumbledore's direction. Behind Dumbledore's army, it transformed into a bald, long-bearded, cool old man wearing sunglasses.

After the cool old man appeared, Wu Peirong raised the Ruyi scepter again and waved it—

A giant light shield enveloped everyone.

Ms. Maka-Fal-Monkasha threw a pair of sunflower seeds on the ground. The next second, the sunflower seeds took root, sprouted, grew, and blossomed, producing sunflower seeds.

Wu Peirong waved the jade ruyi again.

Sunflower seeds are dried instantly.

Then Wu Peirong grabbed a handful and started banging it against her head.

At this moment, Voldemort had managed to break through the ice crystals and snowflakes outside the protective shield, and a beam of green light struck directly at them—

However, when it hits the protective shield, it only sparks a few bursts of sparks.

"I'm so sorry, Professor Dumbledore, I..." Seeing that he seemed safe, Harry quickly apologized, but Dumbledore waved him off—

"Don't worry, Harry," Dumbledore said with a smile, grabbing a handful of sunflower seeds and cracking them open. "Just watch, the best is yet to come."

"Ow—!"

A huge, deafening roar came from behind Voldemort—

From the elevator shaft he shot down.

A violent burst of flames suddenly erupted, and waves of heat surged outwards.

"Thump...thump...thump...thump...thump..."

The increasingly louder crashes gradually approached upwards, as if some monster were actually climbing up little by little.

Finally, when the crashing stopped.

A pale hand reached up and clung to the ground.

(End of this chapter)