The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

"damn it!"

Moody scrambled to his feet from the grass, looking disheveled.

"See that, folks? This is what happens when you resist." Voldemort's gaze swept across the audience. "And who can guarantee that you won't be the next lucky one?"

Although they were far away, his scarlet eyes seemed to be staring directly into everyone's eyes, bringing a strong sense of bloodlust and a heavy sense of oppression.

"As long as you hand over Harry Potter and that boy, you can leave safely." Voldemort spread his arms again. "Hurry up and get moving. I know you have no relation to that boy, after all, the Potter family is all dead."

Inside the private room, the atmosphere was already very tense as Voldemort incited them with his words.

Although no one spoke, the hesitant looks in some people's eyes already revealed something.

Sirius Black hid Harry behind him, glaring at the group, and growled through gritted teeth, "If anyone dares to speak, I'll kill the leaker before the Man of Darkness is satisfied, I promise!"

Instantly, several people showed unnatural expressions on their faces.

“Sirius!” Ms. Burns also scolded in a low voice, “Don’t be silly.”

Sirius grinned, his face fierce. "I have to tell you, Burns, I'm serious!"

Sirius, protective of his cub, didn't notice that Harry, whom he was holding behind him, was staring intently at the Auror's corpse below, tears streaming down his face.

Scott was leaning against the wall on the side of the box, keeping an eye on everything around him while deep in thought.

With the escape key in hand, he wasn't too anxious.

He was considering whether to take this group of people with him right now.

If he were already in a dangerous situation, he would definitely do this without hesitation, but right now, it doesn't seem that he has to leave yet.

Moreover, although he could simply leave, even taking some people with him, he had to consider Roger and Eddie, who weren't with them.

However, Voldemort seemed to be getting impatient by this time.

"Is no one going to speak up? Does everyone want to oppose me? Does everyone want to protect that boy?"

He suddenly transformed into black mist again, rushing into a private room and pointing his wand at a trembling man.

“Tell me, where is Harry Potter?” he asked.

Although he spoke casually, his voice still reached the ears of everyone in the room.

The wizard he pointed at with his wand just shook his head frantically.

"I don't know! I'm Irish! I don't know! I don't know Harry Potter! Please leave me alone!"

His voice breaking down echoed throughout the venue.

"do not know?"

Voldemort was very dissatisfied.

"Then go to hell!"

As the green light illuminated, yet another life vanished in an instant.

"what!"

The companions of the man killed by Voldemort cried out in grief and rose to fight back.

But their resistance was far too weak for Voldemort, and they fell one after another in the blink of an eye, adding only a few fresh corpses to the list.

"I...I'm here..."

Harry's voice suddenly rang out.

He seemed to want to shout, but his voice was hoarse and he couldn't make a sound.

"Harry, no!"

Hermione, who was also crying uncontrollably, quickly reached out to cover his mouth.

Harry tilted his head to avoid it.

He said with unusual calm, "He wants to see me, doesn't he? I should stand up, otherwise more innocent people will die because of me."

"Calm down, Harry, calm down!" Sirius quickly pulled him back. "Trust Dumbledore, he'll be here soon!"

At this point, Voldemort had already randomly chosen another target.

"Tell me, where is Harry Potter?"

"Oh no!" Fred exclaimed, holding up his panoramic binoculars. "It's Eddie!"

Scott's eyes widened.

He quickly snatched the panoramic binoculars from Fred's hand and looked over.

On the other side of the stadium, Eddie, Roger, and Roger's father, Mr. Davis, sat together. Perhaps it was because Eddie's overweight physique was more noticeable that Voldemort chose him.

Eddie's entire body trembled slightly as Voldemort pointed his wand at him.

Scott couldn't help but grit his teeth.

Why is that kid so unlucky?

This is what happens if you don't lose weight!

Although he was cursing inwardly, Scott's mind was racing.

He couldn't ignore the situation and desperately tried to figure out how to save Eddie.

only……

It's too far away.

Scott's palms were sweating profusely with anxiety.

Chapter 442 Voldemort Retreats, Fiendfire Goes Out of Control

"Judging from your appearance, are you a student at Hogwarts?"

Voldemort was observing Eddie.

Eddie seemed to be stunned, his mouth agape but he couldn't utter a word.

"Tell me, where is Harry Potter?" Voldemort asked again.

"He doesn't know."

At this moment, Mr. Davis stood up.

“We don’t know where the boy is,” he told Voldemort.

"Oh? You want to save this child?"

Voldemort's wand pointed at Mr. Davis.

Scott, through the panoramic telescope, saw the expression on Roger's face next to Mr. Davis and immediately understood his thoughts.

Roger wanted to ambush Voldemort!

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, Scott immediately spoke up.

"Rambo! Top speed!"

"Gah!"

Rimbaud, standing on the railing, called out, and dazzling red patterns appeared on the surface of his jet-black feathers.

Then it flapped its wings and took flight, then flew towards the opposite side of the stadium like a black and red lightning bolt.

The situation on the other side was not unexpected for Scott. Just as Roger was about to make a move, Voldemort noticed.

"Hmm? Interesting? You want to resist? Heart-piercing and bone-scraping!"

He flicked his wand, and a blood-red spell struck Roger.

Roger screamed in pain and rolled off his seat, curling up into a ball.

Seeing this, Mr. Davis immediately drew his wand and pointed it at Voldemort.

But at the same time, a green light was already rushing towards him.

Scott saw the despair on Mr. Davis's and Eddie's faces through his binoculars.

At the critical moment, a dark figure suddenly appeared, blocking the green light with a muffled thud.

Rimbaud arrived just in time and blocked the fatal curse.

Scott couldn't help but breathe a slight sigh of relief.

As a transfiguration creation, Rimbaud cannot be killed by the Killing Curse, which targets the soul. Scott used titanium alloy to create Rimbaud, which also gave his body an exceptionally strong defense, making him difficult to defeat.

"Gah!"

After Rimbaud blocked the Killing Curse, he didn't slow down and flew straight towards Voldemort's face.

A silver shield suddenly materialized in front of Voldemort, blocking Rimbaud's attack.

“Very well.” Voldemort’s tone was somewhat gritted. “It seems that not everyone lacks the courage to defy me.”

He swung his wand, sending Rimbaud flying, and then turned the wand back to Mr. Davis.

In the box where Scott and the others were, Harry suddenly rushed to the front without any regard for anything else.

He shouted, "I'm here!"

Voldemort turned his head upon hearing this.

He saw Harry, so he abandoned his attack on Mr. Davis, transformed into black mist, and instantly appeared in front of Harry.

He appeared and stood on the railing, opening his scarlet eyes and looking down at Harry.

At that moment, most of the people in the private room drew their wands and pointed them at the Dark Lord.

But Voldemort never spared a single glance for anyone else.

“Harry Potter,” he said to Harry, enunciating each word clearly, “So you were here all along.”

Harry looked up at him and couldn't help but take two steps back.

Although he was pale, he still mustered the courage to meet Voldemort's gaze.

"You're only looking for me, aren't you? Don't hurt innocent people."