Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

The whistling wind and rotating colors surrounded Harry, Ron, and Hermione, dragging them forward, and when Harry’s feet touched the solid ground again, they had already Came to a completely strange place.

This is a cemetery.

The three people sat on the ground and were shocked.

"Where is this?" Ron asked, "I can't see a familiar place. So, that's a cemetery?" There was a lot of grass and black stone tablets standing around them. Harry shook Shaking his head and looking all around, he saw a tall yew tree with the outline of a building behind it.

On the left is a hill. Harry could make out a refined old house on the hillside.

"It seems that something is wrong with the trophy transmission." Harry said, and he looked around, the trophy was a dozen feet away from them.

"Ministry of Magic people make such low-level mistakes?" Ron asked in surprise.

"Oh, Harry, look over there—" Hermione said nervously, pointing in one direction.

"The sound of the wind?" Ron guessed that the wind was already blowing at night.

"It's a human, pick up the wand." Harry said, and they narrowed their eyes nervously and looked into the deep darkness. Three silhouettes walked towards them step by step between the graves. Is it the muggle nearby? Harry thought, but he quickly rejected the guess, they were all wearing wizard cloak.

"Stop, who are you?" Harry called to the few people.

The wind blows in fragments of sneers, which are by no means a sign of friendliness. Harry raised the wand, but they stopped a dozen feet away, reaching for the hood on their heads. Harry, Ron, and Hermione relaxed slightly. Harry only felt that the bare skin of the person in the middle was abnormally white, as if he had some kind of terrifying disease.

The man on the far left revealed his face, "Barty Jr. · Crouch!" Hermione shrieked. Harry startled, ignoring the person in the middle, and moved his eyes to the left. The memory of Christmas Eve half a year ago burst out, "It's really you!"

"Potter," Little Crouch grinned. "You should call me a professor, after all, I taught you so much knowledge."

Ron next to him pulled his sleeve. "Ha, Harry—"

Needless to say, Harry also noticed a pair of malicious gazes coming from the man in the middle. He had just untied the cloak, his nose was flat like a snake, and his nostrils were two thin slits... Harry thought the makeup was really familiar. The man stroked his forehead with his pale and slender hands, and a pair of scarlet red eyes appeared between his fingers.

No temperature can be seen in these eyes.

"Voldemort?" He loudly shouted.

"How dare you call your master's name directly!" Little Crouch pulled out Wand furiously, and stopped him with a hand. A piercing voice like ice cubes appeared immediately, "They are the guests I finally invited back, Stinchcombe, I allow them to be rude this time." Voldemort said.

"Master, why don't those two things get in the way?" Yaxley asked humbly, "I came out of the labyrinth castle to make a contribution."

Harry, Ron, and Hermione haven't come back to his senses from the huge shock, the night air is like freezing ice, and a heart-to-heart coldness spreads from the lungs to the whole body.

However, Voldemort didn't react at all to Yaxley's words. His eyes were red, making it difficult to distinguish between the pupils and the whites of his eyes for a while, but Harry could clearly feel that he was constantly looking at him as if he were looking at him. It was greed, hatred, and a trace of... jealousy?

Standing on the far left, Barty Jr. ·Crouch became Mr. Goodman again, playing wand lazily, and casting a contemptuous glance at Yaxley—he didn’t know anything. Are you anxious to take your place? Little Crouch licked his lips and smiled sickly.

"So, you are resurrected?"

Harry took a step forward, blocking Ron and Hermione in front of him, and bravely staring at Voldemort. He must try to attract the attention of the opposite person... actively create opportunities... so that Hermione and Ron have a chance to escape, tell the professor all this, and tell Headmaster Dumbledore.

But his heart fell continuously, as if he fell into Bottomless Abyss. A voice told him that the chance was too slim. Little Crouch was stronger than the three of them a year ago, not to mention the resurrected Voldemort.

Harry stared into Voldemort's eyes, trying to show his fearless as much as possible. But his scar was in sharp pain without warning. It had never been so strong in his life, and his head seemed to burst. Harry held the scar with one hand, and still held the wand tightly with the other. The severe pain made him fall to the ground and convulsed, his stomach was upset, he kept retching, and even suspected that he was going to die in the next second. .

He heard Ron and Hermione yelling something, and then there were a few sharp piercing noises and the sound of their bodies hitting the ground heavily.

At this moment, there was a sudden coolness in his brain, which quickly eased his pain. It is Occlumency.

"tsk tsk, tsk tsk...Your friend really cares about you." said a voice without a trace of emotion.

Harry opened his eyes, he was dazed, his vision blurred, and the effects of severe pain still remained. It took a few seconds to see Voldemort's face close at hand—it should be the color of a corpse, the color of white bones. There is not a trace of hair on his head, his bright red eyes look gloomy terrifying in the dark, and his pupils degenerate into two slits, like snake eyes.

What did he just say? my friend? Harry thought of a terrifying guess, no...don't...he struggled to get up, and felt painful every time he moved, but even so, he didn't put down the wand in his hand.

If Ron and Hermione were really... he didn't dare to imagine this possibility, his stomach started to churn again, and his fingers were cut by the stone because of holding the wand. Harry gritted his teeth, the pain made him feel better. While struggling to get up, he stared at Voldemort with hatred.

The answer to him was a cold and sharp smirk.

He staggered to his feet and shook his head vigorously. Voldemort took two steps back quietly, still staring at him with that disgusting look.

At this time, Harry heard a faint groan, it was Ron! Harry was ecstatic, he was not dead, very good! What about Hermione? He couldn't hear her movement, and the position on his left was as silent as death, and Harry didn't dare to look back to confirm.

"You made too heavy a move, Yaxley, that girl almost died." Voldemort said softly, "Stinchcombe did a good job."

"Lord , Master...?" Yaxley lifts the head puzzled, and Barty Jr. Crouch sneered silently.

"The three of them are useful to me," Voldemort said softly, still keeping his eyes on Harry. "The two... not only are savior Harry Potter's best friends, but also-according to Stinchcombe , They all have a good relationship with Felix Haip?"

"Yes, master," Barty Jr. Crouch said respectfully, "especially the muggle girl, she became Haip’s in her second year Assistant."

Voldemort sneered twice.

"The pure-blood family has completely fallen, and the offspring have become trash, allowing the despicable muggle species to climb on their heads."

He began to pace, in front of Harry walk around. Harry stared and stood in place, with the wand in his hand clenched to death. If you give Voldemort an incantion at this time, then use the Accio curse to summon the trophy... No, little Crouch and the Death Eater are staring at him.

Harry was desperate. Voldemort didn't kill a person for the time being, but he knew it was definitely not because of kindness, but had a more evil plan. Harry's brain was running fast, and he was surprised to find that even in poor physical condition, Occlumency still played a role autonomously, so that he would not fall into the abyss of despair.

"I was looking forward to this scene a long time ago, the meeting with the'great savior' Harry Potter..." Voldemort said softly, and Harry's aftermath followed his long, pale fingers, there Holding a wand lightly, as if any Disarming Charm could make wand get out.

Harry begin to stir.

Voldemort is too arrogant. He is defenseless and thinks he has no power to fight back. Is this his weak spot?

"...I am looking forward to rebirth with his bloodline, breaking the fateful arrangement, and then killing him in one fell swoop. But I failed," Voldemort said regretfully, bare feet on the dirt and grass , Making a rustling sound, "Hogwarts is more dangerous than thirteen years ago, except for the protector of mudblood and muggle, Albus · Dumbledore... There is another Felix · Haip, he is more radical and proactive than the old Dumbledore..."

"I had to give up the best plan-after almost losing my only loyal servant." Voldemort stopped, his snake eyes narrowed, and said unhappily. Harry tried his best to keep himself staring at Voldemort's hand movements not to be too obvious—

"So I stepped back and be second... You don’t know how frustrated I was, Harry Potter, I tasted frustration again. Feel..."

"Except you--" Harry shouted, and Voldemort waved his hand suddenly--

"pa ta!"

Harry’s wand fell to the ground. Harry stared wide-eyed, he didn't see at all, Voldemort's movements were too fast, as if he had been prepared for a long time. At this time Voldemort slowly turned around, stared at him for a few seconds, lifted up wand and whispered: "Crucio!"

Harry felt the bones all over his body burning, and his head must be along the scar. It splits, his eyeballs are bulging, and he may burst open under tremendous pressure at any time, his body bends in the opposite direction, as if to fold him in half. He hoped to stop quickly... I hope he fainted... Just die...

Harry found that the pain in his body had weakened a little, and there was a trace of warmth from the position of his thigh, which was the body protection symbol in his pocket. ! At this moment, there are two forces protecting him, one is Occlumency and the other is the knot that Nona gave him. Although each effect is weak, it does work.

Voldemort's snake face was twisted, showing a cruelly satisfied smile, wand kept pointing at him, I don't know how long it had passed--

The torture was finally over.

Harry was limp all over, his back wet with sweat, and he was panting violently. His head was still on the ground, but he still felt the ecstasy in Voldemort's heart. why is it like this? Does torturing yourself make him happy?

Harry couldn't understand this emotion, but he was quite sure that he had not made a mistake-after all, he didn't have the slightest joy in himself now.

"Tie them up." Voldemort ordered softly.

A man walked over, Harry’s face was on the ground, wand was not far from him, but he couldn’t get it, a rope was wrapped around him, and he was dragged on the ground. Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Ron and Hermione being treated in the same way. Ron's legs were unnaturally twisted, his face deathly pale, Hermione looked like a corpse, and his chest did not fluctuate at all.

Then he was hung up by a rope, his back pressed to the cold surface, he was stunned for two seconds before he realized that it was a black tombstone. He also saw who the person in front of him was, Barty Jr. Crouch, with one of his hands wearing silver gloves.

"Did you find it, Potter?" Little Crouch licked his lips nervously. "This is the Dark Lord's reward for me." Harry glared at him. This weak threat did not affect Little Crouch at all. The rope wrapped around Harry's body, and there was no gap between his neck and ankles.

Little Crouch turned and left.

"extend the hand arm." Voldemort lazily said. Yaxley and Crouch stretched out their left hands at the same time, and Harry saw a bright red tattoo. Voldemort pressed the long, pale index finger on little Crouch's arm, the mark turned into pitch black, and little Crouch made a slight inhalation sound.

Voldemort straightened up, raised his head, and scanned the dark graveyard.

"After feeling it, how many people have the guts to come back? And how many people will stupidly not come?" He muttered.

Voldemort started pacing again, scanning the graveyard from time to time. Harry didn't know what was going on, but he thought it was definitely not a good thing. He tried his best to find a way, Disapparation? No, he lost wand and couldn't do wandless use Disapparation magic like Professor Haip, not to mention there are two people around him.

He was impossible to escape alone.

Wait, Professor Haip? Harry opened his eyes, desperately chasing that ray of aura, desperately thinking about something related to Professor Haip... he finally thought of it, it was the Ring of Ouroboros.

During the Third Year, Professor Haip told him that his, Ron, and Hermione’s Ring of Ouroboros had been specially treated, so they could contact the professor proactively. At that time, it was to prevent Pettigrew Peter from transforming Animagus. .

But Harry was disappointed again, he didn't carry the Ring of Ouroboros with him at all. But... one person might have brought it.

He tried his best to tilt his head and looked towards his left side, Hermione was still unconscious.

"Hermione..." Harry whispered. He and Hermione were separated by the gap between the tombstones, but he was so tightly tied up and down that he couldn't even reach out and kick, even more. Unfortunately, his struggle attracted Voldemort's attention.

"Care about your friends? Potter?" Voldemort said softly, and he paced over. "Although it is only a low-level mudblood, she is more useful than you think..." His gaze swept across After Hermione, Harry and Ron, they said maliciously: "Muggle, half-blood and pure blood, what a dramatic combination!"

"Ennervate!" He pointed at Hermione with wand, Hermione was weak. The eyes slowly opened and she saw Voldemort close at hand, her eyes widened in horror, and her body leaned back. As a result, her injuries were touched and she moaned in pain.

But Voldemort turned his head nonchalantly and looked at Harry.

"I think it's better to let your two best friends witness your death." A cruel smile appeared on his face, "After that, let pure blood kill mudblood or mudblood? What about the death of pure blood? Or, let them all die in the hands of that kid...I haven't decided yet, but I believe it will be a good show."

"You... dreaming." Ron said with a twisted face.

Voldemort looked towards him, sneered, "Weasley? Disgusting family-Crucio!"

Ron screamed in pain.

"No--"

"Don't--"

Harry and Hermione who just came back to his senses yelled, but Voldemort smiled More intensely, "I like this feeling, the feeling of Control Life and Death..." He continued to point Ron with wand, making him howl in pain, but this time did not last long, and Voldemort did not take long. Actively stopped and looked towards all around.

The air was suddenly filled with cloak's pawns. There is a wizard Apparition in every dark place. They all wore hoods and covered their faces. Coming cautiously, Voldemort took a few steps, standing there in silence and waiting.

A Death Eater knelt on the ground, climbed up to Voldemort, and kissed the hem of his black robe.

More and more Death Eaters are doing this, including Barty Jr. ·Crouch and Yaxley. Apart from Voldemort, the only people standing at the scene are Harry.

"Welcome you, Death Eaters," Voldemort said calmly. He began to deliver his return speech. Harry didn't want to listen carefully, but gave Hermione a wink. He didn't dare to be too obvious. Hermione didn't notice. , She was injured--

"I smell guilt... No one tried to find me proactively... Didn’t you know that I took measures to prevent death a long time ago? Yes, maybe you think A more powerful force defeated Voldemort and defeated your loyal master... For example, the old man hiding in Hogwarts? Or the undead boy in front of you?"

The Death Eater kneeling on the ground trembled Lifts the head tremblingly, and when they saw Harry, they inhaled.

"Lucius, are you surprised? I heard that your son and Harry Potter are in the same grade?"

"Master, Master," Lucius Malfoy's voice was densely packed "The Malfoy Family has always been loyal to you. Draco, Draco and Potter are mortal enemies at school! He hates muggle, Potter, and Dumbledore just like me."

Lucius raised his head, "Master, it's very good that you can come back—"

"Lucius," Voldemort lazily said, "My cunning friend, hypocrisy has been carved into your in the Bones, like everyone else, you have never tried to find me... However, your performance at the Quiddich Century Cup is very interesting, I believe... You are still willing to take the lead in torturing muggle, right? Even though you let me down for a while... I hope you will serve me more faithfully in the future."

"Of course, Master, of course...you are generous, thank you..."

Next, Voldemort lit one by one. The name, including the ones that didn't come, was like Death Eater kneeling on the ground waiting for the trial of fate. Harry took the opportunity to keep showing Hermione with his eyes. He succeeded, and Hermione cast a quick glance.

"The Ring of Ouroboros." Harry murmured softly.

Hermione glared at him, unable to hear clearly.

"The Ring of Ouroboros." Harry raised his volume slightly, and Hermione heard it this time. She gently nodded towards Harry, moving her arms in a small area. At this time, Voldemort finally completed the trial of the Death Eaters, and they reunited under the banner of Voldemort.

"Next, is the climax of the night of my return. It is the drama I carefully prepared." Voldemort turned around, the slit-like nose slightly expanded, Hermione immediately stopped, and Voldemort raised it. wand: "Let's witness Harry Potter's death together."

All Death Eaters held up wand and said in unison: "Witness Harry Potter's death."

Harry felt bound. His own rope suddenly loosened, he had an idea, and fell in Hermione's direction. With the help of his body, fiercely pulled the rope on Hermione twice, and Hermione quickly reached into his pocket.

Low laughter sounded around.

"Please forgive me, I have to admit—before this, the boy who survived the catastrophe suffered some torture." Voldemort held the wand, his mouth opened with a cold arc.

The crowd laughed more happily.

"Come here, Potter, and welcome your destiny." Voldemort said softly.

Harry tried his best to buy time for Hermione. After all this time, the school must have discovered that they are missing. No, they should have known from the time they were holding the trophy but did not show up off the court, but the school could not find their whereabouts...this is our Ouroboros The role of the ring.

"oh?" Voldemort dragged the long tone, "Harry Potter looks a little nervous, please let go. I remember, you should have learned to fight?"

Death The Eaters laughed and dispersed more. Harry limped to his wand, picked up the wand on the ground, and also picked up the wands of Ron and Hermione and put them in his pocket.

"Little child's trick." Voldemort sneered.

"Let’s bow to each other, Harry," he said, yawning, but his snake face looked at Harry all the time, "Come on, etiquette is to be followed... Dumbledore must want you to show It must be very graceful... Bow to Death, Harry..."

Harry stared at him stubbornly, Voldemort's wand pressed down slightly, and he was bent down, and to humiliate him, Voldemort deliberately kept him in this position for a while. There was laughter all around.

That's not bad too... Harry thought, at least it was delayed.

"Then, the duel begins."

Harry quickly raised the wand, the red light gathered at the tip, but Voldemort hit him faster, it was Cruciatus Curse, Harry fell to the ground in pain, feeling the white-hot knife constantly cutting his body. He howled in pain and stumbled towards the wall of Death Eater. He saw a Death Eater with shallow golden hair under the mask. , He reached into his pocket with one hand.

What is he doing? Harry couldn't help thinking, the next second he was pushed back by the Death Eater around him.

"Does it hurt, Harry?" Voldemort said, and his nostrils opened in excitement. "Need a rest? You have to learn to be patient, because I will continue to use this incantion...Cruciatus Curse... Until the end of your life."

The surrounding voices were lowered, and Death Eater looked at Voldemort with awe. Voldemort was very satisfied with it.

Harry discovered an anomaly. If you don't count the killing of wand, Voldemort had only used an incantion on him from beginning to end, plus the expression of fear that he thought he had read it wrong... Harry suddenly realized it.

"You are afraid of me! Voldemort, you are afraid of me!" Harry shouted loudly.

"What did you say, Potter?" Voldemort asked softly.

"You dare not use a life-threatening spell on me, are you!" Harry yelled, telling his guess, whether it was true or not, at least he could delay a little time, "You are afraid of my mother using life Give me magic protection, worry that the incantation will bounce on you again, and you will be over! Become a what a joke completely!"

The surrounding Death Eater absolute silence, only the cold whimper of wind at night.

Voldemort was silent for a while, and then smiled coldly, "I just want to torture you—Crucio!"

Incantation hit Harry, but this time he didn’t Falling down-he trembled, but his eyes fixed on Voldemort, "You're scared, Voldemort! Originally I wasn't sure, but now I believe it 100%. Mother's protection is in my blood. You have had enough of this kind of pain, have you!"

"It was once thirteen years ago! It was once again when you were on the back of Professor Quirrell's head three years ago! You were so embarrassed at that time, you should have let it Look at the poor look of these people!" Harry sneered loudly, Voldemort looked angry, and his pale and slender hands trembled for the first time.

"Crucio ——Crucio ——Crucio ——"

Harry opened his arms fearlessly and gave up resistance. At this moment, a blood-colored rays of light fell from the sky and hit the ground heavily, blocking Harry's body, "ding ding ding~!" Cruciatus Curse missed.

Harry's eyes widened, and what stood in front of him was a steel Knight. He couldn't tell whether it was a magic puppet or an incantion. He could only recognize that this Knight was wearing a medieval armor and was bloodstained. , As if just going through a battle, he held an incomparable gigantic shield in both hands.

"What—" Voldemort suddenly turned his head, looked towards the midair, and gnashing teeth said: "Felix Haip!"

"It's me." Felix said quietly, and he stood there. In midair, behind him was a pair of silver light gleaming wings, swaying gently.

"You came just right," Voldemort said with a sneer, "I've been suppressing the idea of ​​looking for you, didn't expect you came here by yourself—Avada gnaws on the big tiles!" The green light obscured. In the sky, Felix Silver's wings flashed, and his body suddenly disappeared in the air.

When he reappeared, he was already standing next to Harry and Knight, holding a ball of black lightning in his left hand. With a sharp stroke of his other hand, the ropes that were tied to Ron and Hermione suddenly loosened, and they staggered to their knees. "Go ahead with Ron and Hermione, use the trophy portkey,'Knight' will temporarily protect you." He said to Harry.

There was a strong hope in Harry's chest.

"Stop them!" Voldemort's snake face twisted, green light filled his vision, Knight pulled Harry to the side to dodge, and Felix turned dexterously to avoid incantion at the same time. He appeared in the air again, the black lightning in his hand poured down, smashing into the ground hundreds of times.

Death Eater immediately disperses the birds and beasts, but there are still a few unlucky ones who were hit.

Felix noticed that the little Crouch moved towards Harry, his eyes flickered, just as if he hadn't seen it.

Harry found himself being brought to Ron and Hermione by'Knight', "Thank you—" He didn't know what to say, maybe there was a wizard hidden in the armor, but he was suddenly stunned. Because Knight was wiped out by the green light of the Killing Curse, a half of his body was wiped out. The shield on the diagonally above and the shoulder on the right half were gone, and the neat fracture was corroded by something green.

"Harry, the trophy—" Hermione said weakly, and she helped Ron to stand.

"Trophy-by the way, trophy Accio!" Harry stretched out Wand and shouted, but the surroundings were too fierce. Even though they were on the edge of the battlefield, they still endured the aftermath and a lot of soil was overturned. , Blocks of black tombstones rose into the sky and smashed towards Felix under Voldemort's control.

"Man, I think the trophy is in that direction." Ron grinned.

"Oh, that's right!" Harry said hurriedly. He changed the direction of wand, "Trophy Accio!" He heard the sound of breaking through the air, this time it was right, and suddenly a silhouette rushed out. "Reducto!" he shouted with a grinning face.

Harry, Ron and Hermione watched Reductor Curse smash the trophy.

"Come with me and deal with Potter and the others! The master will solve Haip!" Little Crouch yelled, a dozen black shadows responded to him, and the colorful incantation moved towards them, Knight Standing forward, erecting the incomplete shield on the ground, all the incantion was bounced off.

"Go back!" Little Crouch saw the weak spot.

"Let's go back!" Harry shouted, wand handed it out from the gap, and Disarming Charm Silencio started. A wand of Death Eater broke out, moved towards Harry and flew away, "Diffindo." Harry shouted again, and wand broke in midair several times.

"Where to go back?" Ron yelled, holding one foot in his arms.

Harry didn’t answer. He saw Death Eater circling behind and reached their side. He quickly threw out a few Stunning Spells and missed them, but the fast and anxious incantation made two The aggressive Death Eater was taken aback, they didn't dare to approach unscrupulously.

Hermione tugged at Ron, "There is a huge yew behind."

Harry had a hard time at this time. He didn't know how to let'Knight' take orders. In terms of performance, it is still quite smart, not like a magic.

"We are going back, you follow us, do you hear?" Harry said to Knight.

No response was received, Knight just stood indifferently in front of them.

During this time, Death Eater surrounded once again.

"Retreat!" Harry said decisively, and at the same time propped up the magic text Shield Charm. They backed a few steps, and Knight, who had not been moving, moved, and then took a step back, always blocking them. Front.

"Really!" Harry was overjoyed, and they quickly retreated near the yew, under the protection of the huge tree trunk and half of the Knight's shield, they barely maintained the situation.

"Here!" Harry took out two wands from his pocket, which he had picked up before.

"Awesome!" Ron looked pale and shouted. With the addition of Ron and Hermione, Death Eater's offensive was more cautious, especially after Ron turned a Death Eater point into a torch with the Bright Flame Curse.

Death Eaters tried to extinguish the flame, but ordinary water had no effect at all. After a while, the flame went out by itself, and the Death Eater was dying.

"They are afraid of this incanation! It should have been thought of-it has a miraculous effect on the dark wizard!"

Hermione barely used the ancient magic he mastered, and the golden flame turned into a fire bird, quickly The ground flew next to a Death Eater, opened his mouth and pecked him on the face, and Death Eater immediately let out a terrible cry.

"Help me!" he shouted.

Water flowed out of the little Crouch summon, the golden flame went out very slowly, and the Death Eater was burned to blood.

"Is he dead?" Hermione asked tremblingly.

"Leave him alone!" Ron shouted.

But then, Hermione just let the fire bird circulate around the yew and Knight, sprinkling pieces of golden flames, no matter how little Crouch urged, Death Eater did not dare to step forward.

"Use the Termination Curse!" Little Crouch yelled.

"Expelliarmus!" Harry focused on the opportunity and released the Disarming Charm with all his strength. The red light of the incantation was like a long laser beam. The little Crouch immediately supported the Shield Charm, and Harry increased the magic power and beam at the same time. Sparks flew, and the three Death Eaters close to the little Crouch were hit. Wand broke away from his hands and flew into the deep darkness. Ron immediately used Stunning Spell—

"Only two hits." Ron regretfully said.

Harry took a look in the distance during his busy schedule. The cemetery has been completely destroyed. There are deep pits and gravel everywhere. Professor Haip used continuous Disapparation, and seven afterimages were dragged out at the same time. The incantation formed a large airtight net, enclosing Voldemort in the center, forming a dead end. And the incantation used by the professor turned out to be--

Cathing spell!

Voldemort summoned out the silver shield from the thin air, and the death curse hit the shield and made a "zi zi" sound. The next second the death curse was weakened and penetrated the shield with difficulty. , But Voldemort took advantage of this time to escape.

Voldemort grinned, "It's a good tactic, but your killing spell is formidable power too weak. It's up to me!" He raised wand, and then the silhouette disappeared in place. He hovered in midair, without the aid of any wings, and appeared on the right side of Felix just like that. The dazzling green light illuminates the small half of the cemetery in an instant--

"Avada gnaws on the big tile--"

Incantation smashed Felix to pieces.

The battle stopped for a moment. Everyone looked towards the midair, the green light had not dissipated yet, and the body fragments belonging to Felix Haip were shining brightly, floating down like petals.

Lucius Malfoy, who had been paddling, had his eyes protruding, so he died? What about Dumbledore? Are you so confident that you can deal with the Dark Lord and many Death Eaters? He immediately reached into his pocket, where there was a contact item that Felix had sent him before, but now it suddenly became a hot potato.

...

"How is it possible?" Harry's brain was dizzy. Although he knew Voldemort was terrifying, Professor Haip was equally powerful in his heart, and he looked around incredulously. Around, maybe the professor used Disapparation, and the next time he came out, he would give Voldemort a fatal blow.

Everyone seemed to have this idea. They clenched wand tightly and stared cautiously into the sky. The stars at night kept shining.

Harry’s heart sank a little bit, and Knight before him suddenly became transparent. It resisted Voldemort’s killing curse, but now it collapsed without anyone attacking. ...

Professor Haip is really dead?

Whether it is an enemy or a friend, everyone needs to take some time to accept this reality. Only Voldemort moved on the court. He raised his head, took a deep breath, and brushed his palms across his bald forehead with an intoxicated expression.

A big enemy finally died.

One more person moved. Hermione took out the beaded pouch and poked it in. "Please...please...must be inside." She said with a cry.

She took out the Time-Turner, put it on her neck, turned the knob on it, "Just three hours in advance." Her fingers kept shaking, and Harry and Ron looked at the small one at the same time. On the little Time-Turner, the eyes gradually became bright.