A magical journey that begins in Azkaban.

Chapter 572 The Boundary between Ice and Fire

Looking at the familiar, somewhat teasing curve at the corner of Roger's mouth, Voldemort suddenly felt a nameless anger rising in his heart. That smile was like a sharp dagger, piercing straight into his memories.

His scarlet eyes narrowed slightly. Once upon a time, in that office at Hogwarts, Roger had used the same smile to plot against himself.

Voldemort's hand reached out in a strange and smooth manner, as if he wanted to pull out the beating heart from his chest. He opened his huge mouth and let out a horrifying roar from the depths of his throat.

In an instant, a ferocious fire snake formed by pure magic power gushed out, sweeping over with rolling heat waves.

Facing the fierce fire magic, Rogge just took a step back, still with that unfathomable smile on his face. He glanced at Nicolas Flamel beside him with interest, and a hint of expectation flashed in his eyes.

He really wanted to know how powerful the old wizard who created the Resurrection Stone was.

Nicolas Flamel held the wand firmly in both hands, and pointed it slowly and firmly at the approaching fire snake. His long silver hair and wide wizard robes were rustling in the hot waves of fire, and his eyes were shining with determination.

Before he could even chant the spell, the tip of his staff was already emitting strange ripples. The air, originally distorted by the high temperature, became even more unpredictable, as if the entire space was trembling slightly as the ripples spread.

boom!
The moment the fire snake touched the ripples, a deafening explosion pierced the sky. The majestic fire snake instantly wilted, as if an invisible hand had pulled out all its muscles and bones.

It scatters sparks all over the sky, blooming into a gorgeous sea of ​​flowers in the air, so beautiful that it takes your breath away.

Suddenly, five blazing fireballs burst out from the sea of ​​​​flaming flowers. They were as powerful as thunder and destroyed everything in their path.

Along the way, ancient tombstones turned to dust, and skeletons crumbled like sand castles. The dark green phosphorescent lights looked like countless tiny dandelions, flying in chaos, adding a bit of strange beauty.

"do not want!"

A heart-wrenching cry cut through the noise of the flames.

Roger turned his head and saw Harry Potter's face full of pain. He stretched out his hands in vain, watching the remains of his parents turn into ashes in the flames.

"No..." Harry muttered to himself, weakly grabbing at the flying ashes in the air.

At the same time, Voldemort looked at the flying fireball with a flash of contempt in his eyes, because in his eyes, Roger was not worth mentioning at all.

As for the strange old wizard, although his magic power was strong, his body was obviously weak. Voldemort thought to himself: With a little maneuvering, he could easily get rid of him.

With such conceited thoughts in mind, the Dark Lord raised his wand and cast "Armor Protection."

However, just as the fireball was about to hit the magic shield, a crisp sword sound suddenly came from behind his head, like the whisper of the god of death.

Voldemort was startled and instinctively turned his head to glance at the scene. His scarlet snake pupils suddenly shrank, and the Phoenix Fawkes and Roger teleported behind him.

The other party was holding a sharp cross sword and was chopping at him at lightning speed.

The sword was steady and fast, as if it was about to split time and space itself. The blade, rolling with white light, reflected Voldemort's pale face and his scarlet snake eyes.

clang!
A crisp sound seemed to break the stagnation of time. Yew wood, Phoenix tail feathers, 13 inches.

This wand that had accompanied Voldemort for 60 years broke into pieces like a rotten chopstick in front of the cross sword.

However, the force of the chopping did not diminish at all, and the blade sliced ​​through the skin and pierced into the blood vessels.

"One more inch!" Rogge's eyes flashed with determination, and he thrust his wrist forward suddenly.

The cold light on the blade seemed to tell of its desire to cut off the Dark Lord's head completely.

Voldemort's heart was filled with alarm, and a rare trace of fear flashed across his snake eyes. His survival instinct drove him to subconsciously raise his hand to block, barely changing the direction of the sword's attack.

Bang, bang...boom!

The five fireballs fired earlier hit Voldemort's armor in the form of a series of arrows.

The last fireball successfully broke through the magic shield and hit Voldemort himself. He had to turn into a ball of black mist and barely escaped the fatal double blockade.

However, he also paid a heavy price.

When the black mist condensed into a human shape again, everyone present gasped. Voldemort lost half of his hand, the left side of his face was cut in half, and one-third of his jaw was missing.

"Rog!" Voldemort roared, his voice full of pain and anger. He hastily raised his silver shield to guard against follow-up attacks.

In the reflection of the silver shield, he saw his injuries clearly: a shocking wound extended from his right ear to the left side of his chin, forming a terrifying arc.

The wound kept gushing blood, which looked horrible.

"I'm here!"

Before he finished speaking, Roger disappeared again, as if blending into the shadows. Voldemort did not dare to be careless and suddenly moved the shield to the back of his head.

Boom, boom, boom!

Three divine swords were like black javelins, piercing the same position one after another. The sound of the spell hitting the shield was deafening, as if it was tearing the air itself.

"Damn it!" Voldemort didn't dare to stay any longer. He hurriedly grabbed the shield and turned into black mist again and dispersed.

Compared to Dumbledore's spells that tend to bind and control, Roger has no moral principles and always uses killing moves.

Whether it was the cross sword flashing with cold light, the mysterious fireball technique, or the powerful spell, they all made Voldemort feel his scalp tingling.

He knew very well that if he was not careful, Rogge might chop off his head or completely destroy his body.

"We can't stay on the ground anymore!" He hated it in his heart and quickly floated towards the sky.

However, the glittering wings of Daedalus told him that the sky was also Rogue's home turf.

Voldemort had no time to think, his beast-like instinct suddenly sensed the approach of danger. Sure enough, Rogge's phoenix appeared behind him.

He hurriedly used the technique of Apparition and disappeared from the spot in an instant.

In the distance, Amelia, Dawlish and the Aurors set up a heavy siege. Anti-Apparition spells were like an invisible net, tightly blocking the entire Godric's Hollow.

Rogge in the sky, Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel on the ground, looking around, he had almost no way to escape.

"Hahaha!" Voldemort returned to the center of the Death Eaters and let out a shrill sneer.

This laughter did not contain the sadness of a hero at the end of his life, nor the hysteria of a person who was about to die. Instead, it was filled with a strange joy.

Just as Roger was about to attack again, he saw Voldemort suddenly summon a suitcase.

There were a few yellowed stamps on the seemingly ordinary black box, and the copper rivets flashed a warm yellow light in the sun.

"It seems you recognize it." Voldemort said contemptuously, shaking the newly grown hand.

His forked tongue licked his torn face, the scene was disgusting. Then he handed the suitcase to Bella beside him and covered his broken face with his hands.

Suddenly, white steam came out from between his fingers, and the air was filled with the smell of protein mixed with burnt dry cow dung.

At first, there was a burnt smell, then it turned into a strong grass smell, and finally, it was a suffocating sour smell after fermentation. The wizards present could not help but retching, and some even turned away.

His slender and pale fingers slowly fell from his face, and the flesh and bones that were chopped off by Rogge sprouted tissue and grew again in full view of everyone.

The tangled blood vessels kept pumping. Like a scarlet centipede, they crawled at the joints. While everyone was staring at Voldemort and the suitcase, Harry stared at Roger. In the fierce battle just now, Roger's fireball accidentally destroyed the remains of his parents.

Roger ignored Harry's look, frowning, full of doubt. If Newt's magic suitcase was here, where was he? What was in the suitcase?
"Huh~" Voldemort let out a breath of relief and stroked the raised scar on his face.

The corners of his mouth opened, revealing a mouthful of sharp white teeth, like a wild beast about to pounce on its prey: "Are you wondering where the old wizard who owns this box has gone?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, what can I say..."

Sharp, piercing laughter echoed in the air, and in Roger's mind, Newt's kind and gentle smile emerged.

Mr. Newt always has a sincere smile and a gentle and encouraging tone. Whether it is destroying the magical beast auction or breeding the Golden Snidget later, he is always serious and responsible.

This kind-hearted master of magical creatures is completely different from Dumbledore. His eyes are simple and equal, without the wisdom and superiority of Albus.

Roger gritted his teeth and tightly grasped the wand, his knuckles turning white from excessive force. He reminded himself again and again to stay calm, but his heart was beating violently like a volcano about to erupt.

Anger, worry...all kinds of emotions surged in his heart.

"The taste of hatred." Voldemort smiled sinisterly, raised his neck slightly, and sniffed the air around him like tasting wine, "And anger, how wonderful."

Roger slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them again, his eyes had become cold and ruthless, like a pool of stagnant water.

He slowly fell back to the ground, holding the cross sword in front of him, and walked towards Voldemort step by step. Every step seemed to step on everyone's heart.

At this moment, Roger had only one thought in his mind: chop off Voldemort's head, then stuff his soul into an oil lamp and burn it for ten thousand years.

Death is a mercy and indulgence to Voldemort!

Feeling the unprecedented murderous aura of Roger, Voldemort couldn't help but tremble in his heart. When he met Roger's eyes, the cold determination made him feel a little scared. He gritted his teeth secretly and forced himself to stare back without giving in.

click...

There was a slight sound under Roger's feet, and he stepped on a scattered shin bone. The tiny sound of the bone cracking was particularly clear in the dead silence of the cemetery, like the starting gun in a 100-meter race, instantly activating everyone's nerves.

Voldemort reacted extremely quickly. He raised his hand and cast a large-scale black magic. The magic power twisted in the air to form a dark barrier.

At the same time, he suddenly opened the magic suitcase, and all kinds of terrible creatures poured out of it: giants, vampires, cat-leopards, snake-men...

The small cemetery was instantly filled with all kinds of strange creatures. They were like towering walls that appeared out of thin air, standing between Roger and Voldemort.

These creatures let out deafening howls, and like a group of crazy beasts, they began to frantically attack everything around them.

"Merlin!" someone exclaimed.

Dumbledore quickly raised his wand, "Harry, Neville, stay close to me."

Members of the Order of the Phoenix sprang into action, forming a defensive circle.

Roger, however, turned a blind eye to the chaos around him, with only Voldemort in his eyes.

The sword fell, and the five-legged monster was split into two.

Scarlet blood burst out, staining his clothes red and forming a bloody red carpet under his feet.

The sword rises and the head falls to the ground.

The headless lion's body, with its deadly scorpion tail swaying, collapsed like a mountain. Smelly blood gushed out from its broken neck, gathering on the ground into a scarlet lake.

Rogge stepped on the still twitching corpse and jumped up. The silver wings of Daedalus spread out in the air, like a sharp blade, smashing the flying bat into pieces.

At the same time, his wand fired a fierce disintegration spell, blasting the boulder thrown by the giant into pieces.

Maria let out a clear cry, trying to lead him through all the obstacles and directly to Voldemort.

However, Roger refused.

He used his Shadowless Sword to pierce the giant's head, and used Wingardi Leviosa to smash the corpse towards Voldemort.

He wanted to kill Voldemort step by step, step by step, step by step! He wanted to make Voldemort feel fear, tremble in despair, and watch his head being taken off.

Dumbledore, Amelia, Aurors, the Order of the Phoenix... almost everyone joined in the melee. The scene was crowded and chaotic with gorgeous magic, roaring magical animals, sinister Death Eaters.

The leopard sprayed out poison, and its sharp fangs killed the snake man at its feet. Its sharp claws dug out the vampire's brain, licked it twice with its barbed tongue, and then spat it out in disgust.

Some Aurors wore crow beak masks to prevent themselves from being infected by the poisonous fog. They used fluorescent flashing lights to drag their unsuspecting teammates away from the poisonous fog area.

"Use the Bubblehead Charm!" Lupin pointed his wand at his throat and shouted with a booming voice. "The poison mist of the Nangdu Panther can enter the blood not only through breathing, but also through the skin. Don't expose yourself to the air!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a deafening roar was heard, and a huge Chimera beast suddenly rushed out of the thick fog.

This terrifying hybrid creature has a lion's head, a goat's body, and a dragon's tail. Its roar is like thunder, and its huge claws are raised, blocking out the sky like a moving roof.

Dumbledore immediately raised his wand, and a powerful magic barrier was formed instantly, blocking the fierce attack of the Chimera beast. The man and the beast stared at each other for a few seconds, and the latter kicked hard, passed over their heads, and ran outside.

He raised his head, and his silver hair shone even more brightly in the sunlight.

"Most of these 5X-level dangerous creatures come from the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures of the Ministry of Magic," Amelia explained. "Those cats and panthers should be the natives of the suitcase."

"Their first reaction after leaving the box is to attack everything around them. However, if they encounter an obstacle, they will flee desperately."

"Leave a passage open and ignore them." Amelia's voice echoed on the battlefield, "We must concentrate on dealing with Voldemort and the Death Eaters!"

It takes the combined efforts of a hundred wizards to subdue just one Nangdu leopard.

The Ministry of Magic was forced to give up hunting down and containing these dangerous creatures, leaving this thorny issue to be solved later.

At the other end of the battlefield, Bella gave Buck and the others a meaningful look. They understood what she meant and began to retreat in a vague manner, deliberately letting other Death Eaters continue to charge forward.

A curtain of fire suddenly appeared in the sky, so large that it almost covered the entire village.

Rogge's magic wand shone with a fiery light. Under his control, the fire curtain quickly rotated and formed a huge flame funnel with the tip of the wand as the center.

"Vulcan clears the way!"

However, just as the spell was about to take shape, the fire curtain suddenly froze.

Rogge was stunned for a moment. His original plan was to create the Sky Fire first, and then use the God of Fire to open a path.

But now, the flames have disappeared, can the God of Fire still open the way?

He turned his head in confusion and saw Nicolas Flamel had just released a high-level spell: Ice Storm.

Two powerful magical energies met unexpectedly in mid-air; ice and fire collided violently, forming a spectacular boundary line.

The flames were instantly frozen by the storm, turning into countless crystals suspended in the air. The ice and snow were burned by the waves of fire, steaming into a dense white mist.

"It's not necessarily a good thing to have teammates who are too strong." The two thought at the same time.

(End of this chapter)