I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 184: The duel between two generations of Dumbledore's students and the peak wizards.

"The Minister of Magic is dead."

"It's the Death Eaters. They invaded Hogsmeade village in a big way. The Aurors can't resist it anymore." Barty Crouch looked tired, and his mental state was very poor. It seemed that he didn't sleep last night, and his voice was low He went on to say: "Our people were too scattered, and we were not prepared in advance. Their attack was too sudden, and we were caught off guard."

"If possible, I hope you will allow the Aurors and the survivors of Hogsmeade to enter Hogwarts. We need to re-establish our defenses."

Barty Crouch didn't glance anywhere the whole time.

He was waiting for Dumbledore's answer.

The lines of his cheeks are depressed, like a knife and an axe.

This face echoes his usual tough manner, after all, every hawk has such a face.

Behind Crouch, Umbridge's face was filled with fake sadness.

She seemed to have just cried, and it was also when Fudge died, when the toad pinched her thigh and forced herself to squeeze out a few drops of liquid.

In this case, the broken hair on her temples has no reference significance. After all, she was attacked and panicked, and her hair spread out intentionally.

That's a huge question mark.

"Albus!"

Crouch called again.

Only then did the old principal speak slowly.

"I didn't expect, Connery, that he would be so early." There was a look of regret on his face, and behind his semicircular glasses were blue eyes with a sad color.

He looked deeply at Crouch.

"I thought he was going to do something."

"He made a difference. He died heroically in the battle against the Death Eaters. The entire wizarding world will remember this hero." Barty Crouch's voice was high, but there was a hint of impatience in his tone.

"No!" The old headmaster shook his head. "I'm not feeling sorry for him. Connery, his soul has been corrupted by power. He should have expected all of this when he embarked on this path without hesitation."

After saying that, Dumbledore looked deeply at Barty Crouch with his blue eyes.

Look at him pretending to be serious.

Look at the fiery desire in his eyes.

Watching him become more and more overlapped with another person's figure.

"I'm sorry for you, you would have had a brighter future." He babbled like every elderly person, often stuck in memories and unable to extricate himself.

"If I could have allocated some of the energy I spent on Gellert back then on you, maybe you wouldn't have gone astray."

"Tom." The old principal said calmly.

"We meet again."

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The other side of the forest.

Owen and Sirius were walking quickly through the forest.

The darkness made it impossible for them to orient themselves.

A certain little black man was already lying down.

The dog godfather will surely sniff out a way out anyway.

Don't panic!

It's a big deal to go around in circles in the woods!

Wait for Sherlock to recover his strength.Dude is another hero!
Running away, someone still had a lazy smile on his face.

But he, who was in the position of a cat, was completely unaware of the turbulent waves in the heart of Sirius beside him.

He had been numb to the shock of Owen the kid.

Whenever he thought he had adapted, the child would suddenly jump out and ruthlessly kick his expectations aside.

Like this time.

"Is this direction facing?" Owen asked, passing a familiar pine needle tree.

"I always feel like I've seen this tree three times."

"Not far away." Sirius's footprints were imprinted on the white snow.

He said silently.

There was no joy in catching Peter in my heart.

It can be said that if there was no scene where Owen just fought against the Death Eaters, he would definitely have had fun today.

"I feel like you're fooling me!" Owen directly exposed the fact that the dog godfather was leading the way blindly.

He had obviously seen this tree just now.

And the second time, he also made a mark on the tree.

At this moment, on the tree trunk, the bright imprints of the three sacred artifacts are quite eye-catching.

For a moment, Owen was annoyed. It was just dark, but he was not blind!

How long are you going to take me around here?

"There are people in front." Sirius turned his head and said, looking back at Owen.

"Someone?"

"There is a strong smell of blood in the air." He said, "Don't you smell it?"

Owen gave him a blank look, then spread his hands: "I can't smell it, thank you!"

Such a heavy snowstorm.

It was difficult for him to even open his mouth to speak, the wind was howling.

How did you smell blood?
"So we're taking a detour?" He raised his eyebrows in a disdainful tone.

When do you guys give way to others?
"This way." Sirius pointed to the northwest corner.

It was a wasteland, devoid of any vegetation, except for piles of snow-covered rocks.Owen didn't ask any more, but followed directly.

Running wildly, they soon saw a group of men covered in blood falling to the ground.

Standing in front of him was a man with one leg missing and his clothes all in tatters.

A man with scars all over his body.

"Moody?" Sirius' pupils narrowed a bit.

Then rushed up quickly.

"Wait a minute." Before Owen could say anything, Sirius had already rushed out.

"Tsk!" It wouldn't be Gryffin, can't you observe the surrounding environment before fighting?
Don't you even look at what Moody is fighting!

The corner of Owen's mouth twitched, and his eyes unconsciously fell on those enemies.

"I thought there was only one place where they gathered."

A certain little blackhead said helplessly.

Then immediately rushed over with the wand in hand.

"咻咻~" Two tricky spells flew out from the tip of Sirius' staff.

Pretty nifty Defense Against the Dark Arts, if he's dealing with just normal Death Eaters or Dark Wizards.Then these two curses will definitely cause unavoidable troubles to each other.

pity--

"It's the Deadborn again!" The dog godfather exclaimed, finally seeing the true nature of those dark creatures.

"Why are there so many deadborn in the forest!"

"How many more are there?"

"What, are you panicking?" Owen, who was following behind him, immediately said, and immediately waved his wand.

"Don't panic! I have a trump card! They say that villains beat the young to get old! Does our old one! Invincible know?"

Going deep into the Forbidden Forest, Owen's head didn't get hot.

In other words, he was so unscrupulous because he always had someone's infinite protection.

Although it is invisible, it can give people a strong self-confidence.

In a word!

With grandpa here, I have nothing to be afraid of!

Owen's eyes were clear, and the gray eyeballs moved away from the dead body on the ground.

In the distance, black shadows kept flickering. Although the number was not as large as the group he met, there were still many.

"I can only change my appearance!"

He called out to Sirius.

"No~~~too late." Moody whispered weakly.

At this time, a group of dead people had rushed up.

Passed close to Moody's side.

The huge mouthparts, like the lickers in Resident Evil, brushed his cheeks and passed.

The next moment, before Moody could heave a sigh of relief, more mouthpieces attacked him.

"Huh?" In the flash of lightning, Owen's head was spinning rapidly, and he quickly began to think of countermeasures.

And Sirius on the side dragged Moody away from the corpse at the very moment.

narrowly escaped the attack.

In mid-air, Sirius' figure was elegant and rough.

His wizard robes whirled.

One side jumps high, while the other side is lower.

Thinking in his mind, a rippling smile suddenly appeared on Owen's face, hey~ Isn't there a way?
Then he flicked his wand lightly.

A small package suddenly flew out of the pocket on the side of the dog godfather.

Then the bag loosened in the air.

"It seems that no matter what, Shushu is really doomed this time!"

Owen threw out a levitating spell, and the white spell accurately hit Peter Pettigrew, who was already unconscious.

"Dinner is ready! My little aliens!" After saying that, he threw the traitor away viciously in the opposite direction from them.

Then he jumped with his legs and feet, and ran in the direction of Sirius.

On the other side, the deadborn were very sensitive to weak souls, and they all turned their heads to chase the bait almost instantly.

And they have no nostalgia for Owen at all.

"Is this a weakness?" Owen muttered to himself.

Then, the moment he touched Sirius, the three of them suddenly disappeared in place.

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It's snowing heavily.Darkness enveloped the entire castle.

Suddenly, a few professors who stayed behind came out of the auditorium.

Such as Professor Pomona Sprout, Professor McGonagall and others.

Wenda was among them.

Several professors hurried through the crowd.

It seems that there is something to report to Dumbledore.

They were just approaching, but when they saw Harry, their expressions seemed a little wrong.

His cheeks were pale, and he was trembling slightly.

The almond-like green eyes stared intently at the Ministry of Magic official in front of him.

Barty Cratchit.

"Hahaha." An angry and cold voice sounded.

Then, the appearance of the wizard who claimed to be Barty Cratch changed drastically.

After a twist.

A tall, thin, black masked, hideous snake-like face was pale and haggard, with scarlet eyes with pupils like slits.

It's Voldemort!

Harry's pupils dilated slightly.

Although he had never seen Voldemort like this before, he also said he recognized him immediately.

Voldemort has undergone a radical change in appearance from what he saw in the first grade.

The first is appearance.

He is much younger.

Harry didn't know how to explain it, but in his heart, Voldemort should be at least seven or eighty years old.

But now it seems that he has returned to the appearance of 30 or [-] years old.

The black hair, paired with the pale, scarlet and extremely handsome face, gave people a strong sense of being a cult prince.

Then there is the figure, which is more plump and slender.

Harry didn't think Voldemort would have time to go out and exercise.

In fact, most wizards are slender.

After all, they who master magic don't know how to sweat and build muscle.

Therefore, a slender and weak figure is the standard figure for wizards.

And Voldemort was absolutely different from ordinary wizards at this time, so he was not as exaggerated as the muscular man, but when the robe was lifted up, he could still see the close-fitting muscle outline.

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Voldemort and Dumbledore looked at each other.

The slightly surprised eyes of the old headmaster floated on his face, while Voldemort, he pulled out his wand without any pause, and a green light approached Dumbledore.

Old principal, you can't escape.

Because behind him are a group of little wizards.

So, he chose to wave his magic wand, and the next second, the bricks and stones on the ground seemed to come alive.Formed into a huge stone man.

The killing curse hit the stone man directly.

The huge power directly exploded the stone into pieces.

Cracked rubble splashed all around.

"what!"

With a scream, Umbridge was directly hit by a stone and flew out.

Her shocked pupils were completely dull.

There was no reaction at all.

She would never have thought that the wizard who took her out from the Death Eaters was actually Voldemort in disguise.

"My God!"

Professor McGonagall was also quick.

She was shocked and reacted immediately.

Then they surrounded and drove the little wizard back to the castle.

Professor Sprout held up her wand to see if there was anything she could do to help.

Of course, she was more afraid of another Death Eater entering the castle at this time.

And Wenda—her complexion was completely different from the others.

She felt neither panic nor fear.

Instead, his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, full of doubts.

There was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

He succeeded?

Faster than they imagined!

"It was foolish to come here tonight, Tom," Dumbledore said calmly. "Although your plan is perfect and attracts a lot of attention, but -"

"That's enough!" Voldemort said ferociously, with that disgusting face on his face. "You think you can defeat me now!"

After all, he cast another deadly spell at Dumbledore.

But it missed.

In other words, it was picked off the original track by Dumbledore's curse.

"Boom!" sounded.

A huge gap was blown out of the corridor outside the gate.

In the darkness, a flash of light was enough for people to see how huge the gap was!
Dumbledore flicked the wand in his hand lightly, and this time the spell shot by the wand was beyond imagination.

Even the little wizards hiding in the castle felt an indescribable fear and irritability.

In front of them, there is a thick oak door!

This time, Voldemort had to conjure a silver shield out of thin air to ward off the spell.

No spell could cause any visible damage to the shield, although the spell struck the shield with a low, gong-like sound - a strangely eerie sound.

"Your magic has become stronger again." Dumbledore said calmly, twitching the wand in his hand quickly, and several spells at tricky angles were directed towards Voldemort from all directions.

He continued walking towards Voldemort as if nothing in the world could scare him.

It's like nothing can stop him.

"As you enter your twilight years, I am all new." Voldemort fell asleep, his scarlet eyes narrowed, his whole face full of excitement and a wild laugh.

"I don't know who helped you, but -" Dumbledore still walked towards Voldemort, and his tone was soft, as if they were discussing problems in school.

It was as if Yimeng had returned to yesterday, to that vibrant time.

That was the boy named Tom Riddle, who would often ask him about some esoteric principles of magic.

"Unknown malice has eroded your soul without you realizing it."

In the sky, the snow seems to be getting bigger.

The battle between the two is not over.

The ground cracked, and it was Voldemort who spit out a fiery snake.

The thick fire snake raised its head high, and its eyes were full of tyranny.

The flames around it instantly melted the surrounding snow.

A large amount of water mist evaporated.

Then, the fiery snake spat out its message, its maddened eyes filled with the aura of destruction, and immediately under the control of Voldemort, it attacked Dumbledore.

"No one can erode my soul, Dumbledore." Voldemort laughed in the firelight, "Not even you!"

His cold and crazy voice resounded in the ears of all the little wizards in Hogwarts.

Everyone was terrified in front of the auditorium door, listening to the battle outside the door.

Many people never saw Voldemort's true face.

There were just too many people.

Only Harry, who was crowded in the front, could see Voldemort's face now.

"Put away your hypocrisy!" Voldemort directed the flames like waving a leather whip to continuously launch deadly attacks towards Dumbledore.

"I have completely defeated death." He seemed to be declaring, shouting loudly.

He raised his head high and the muscles in his cheeks twitched wildly.

He was in a frenzy.

But Voldemort like this made Dumbledore frown again and again.

He sighed, and his tone showed a sense of hatred for iron and steel: "You still don't understand, and you can't understand, there are worse things in this world than death—"

A golden shield appeared in front of Dumbledore, and blocked the flames against the next part again and again.

Then he waved his wand, and the rubble on the ground turned into reins, and they drove quickly towards Voldemort's legs and feet against the floor.

On the other hand, he flicked his wand vigorously and vigorously to attract Voldemort's attention.

In the blink of an eye, the snow water melted by the flames was mobilized, and they swallowed Voldemort in one gulp like a Kunpeng.

with his serpents.

"呲呲呲~~~"

Fire and water merge.

Huge steam rises.

In an instant, a black cocoon of rippling water surrounded Voldemort.

The reins underneath also took the opportunity to dip into the water, like a swimming snake, wrapping up Voldemort.

Tighten his hands and legs tightly.

Prevent it from casting spells.

In the shadow of the water prison, the vague figure of Voldemort shimmered and stood dimly.

Inside, he was clearly struggling to break free of this suffocating cocoon of water.

Then, a bang was heard!
"enough!!!"

"boom!!!"

A huge magic shock wave instantly attacked everyone present.

Poor Umbridge just woke up when he was knocked unconscious again.

And Professor Sprout supported his wand with a pale face, barely resisting the terrifying shock wave.

(End of this chapter)