I'm Really an Alchemist

Nymphadora Tonks, together with a few Aurors, defended against the Death Eaters' attack, while pressing Black to escape.

They also didn't know the situation, but subconsciously protected the students.

Black was extremely anxious, his eyes were always looking out, trying to find Harry Potter from the chaotic battlefield.

"It's all a conspiracy." He kept muttering, "It's a conspiracy against Harry!"

"Let me go find Harry, please!" he begged his niece.

Tonks looked at Black's pleading from the heart, then turned his head to look at his colleagues who were tired of dealing with the Death Eaters.

"Maybe I'm not fit to be an Auror," she mused to herself.

Blake didn't catch it.

Tonks snapped at Black's handcuffs, drew it into a wand, and swung it again, releasing the magical bondage on Black.

"Tonks, what are you doing?"

The other Aurors roared angrily.

Tonks said, "Do what I want!"

With a flick of her wand, she stopped the other Aurors from attacking Black, turning her head and shouting, "Go!"

Blake came back to his senses immediately, he nodded gratefully, and pounced forward, turning into a dark and elegant Bombay cat, quickly rushed into the battlefield, and disappeared at the end.

The Auror was on the verge of exploding with anger, but he could do nothing but glare at the calm Tonks.

.....

Harry walked through the battlefield in a daze.

"Where are you, Pettigrew?" he whispered, gripping his wand tightly.

Surrounded by Death Eaters.

There are humans and there are non-humans.

But these Death Eaters just glanced at Harry, and then actively moved out of the way, as if they wanted him to go somewhere.

Confused, Harry walked towards the path that the Death Eaters gave way to.

Finally, the number of Death Eaters around him became increasingly rare.

He saw the back of the end.

It was the figure Harry knew and relied on.

Pettigrew Peter.

"Pettigret!" Harry's eyes lit up, and his spirit of holding on to the fear to come here also turned from peak to sluggish. He staggered towards the figure and heard Pettigrew's flattering voice.

"Master, my mission is complete."

Harry froze suddenly, disbelief flickered in his eyes.

He saw Pettigrew, whom he trusted, crawling towards someone, Harry looked up from Pettigrew, and saw the Noseless Demon who was also looking at him with a sneer.

The scar on his forehead burned instantly.

"Voldemort..." he murmured in despair, backing up in disbelief, backing up, bumping into someone.

Harry turned his head.

Behind him was a handsome, evil-looking black-haired young man with a smile on his lips.

Seeing this man, the pain from the scar on Harry's forehead intensified again.

Another Voldemort.

Harry clutched his forehead, and fled to the sides in fear, but several black smoke descended, blocking all his escape routes.

Voldemort

Voldemort Harry Voldemort

Voldemort

Besieged by Voldemort, Harry only felt pain from the scar on his forehead that he had never felt before.

It's like a hot iron block is branded on the forehead.

The pain made him howl involuntarily, and he knelt down on the ground.

Harry barely lifted his head and reached out to Pettigrew, hoping that he would come and save him, just as he kept saying.

"He's still reaching out to you, Peter." The Noseless Demon said coldly, "Don't you respond to Harry Potter, he is your good friend's son?"

Peter Pettigrew got up from the ground.

He turned around and looked at Harry, there was no gentleness or care on his face, only sarcasm and ridicule that couldn't be concealed.

"Harry." Pettigrew sighed slowly, and then burst out laughing uncontrollably: "You are so stupid, you don't look like James' son at all!"

Harry's outstretched hand was frozen in the cold air.

His face was full of disbelief.

"That's right." Pettigrew bent down and laughed loudly, "I'm the one who betrayed your parents!"

"It's me who pushed all these crimes onto Black!"

"That guy Black wants to protect you, hahahaha, but with a few words and a few performances from me, you will completely hate him and push Black to hell, hahahahaha, Harry! Why are you so cute? !"

Pettigrew laughed wildly.

Harry froze completely, all hope was shattered, his eyes darkened.

The emptiness and grief in his heart surged like a tidal wave, covering the pain of the scar. He struggled to get up, and looked back at Hogwarts, which was trapped in the sea of ​​Death Eaters, another desperate guess came to his mind.

"Do you understand?" Pettigrew smiled more wantonly: "It was the potion you gave Dumbledore that caused all this to happen...Are you still thinking that the potion works for ten minutes? ?”

"It was replaced by me a long time ago!"

Pettigrew lowered his head and looked at Harry sarcastically: "The effect of the potion lasts for three days! Guess what Dumbledore will look like when he wakes up in three days... Oh no, he can survive three days?"

Extreme despair and extreme regret engulfed Harry Potter's heart.

Like a mad cub, he roared and roared at Pettigrew, his eyes were red and tears were streaming down his face.

Face the crazy little savior.

Pettigrew just pulled out his wand, waved it lightly, and slapped Harry Potter on the ground like a rubber ball.

"Look, what can you do?"

Pettigrew sneered.

Voldemort smiled.

Harry struggled to get up, and the phoenix core wand in his hand suddenly emitted a faint light. Suddenly, amidst the surge of light, an illusory figure appeared, it was a man and a woman.

A couple.

Those were the parents Harry had only seen in photographs.

After the pair of men and women appeared, all Voldemorts focused their eyes on the phantom. They knew that this was the ancient protective magic attached to Harry—the power produced by love.

"Harry, get up!"

James Potter said painfully to Harry: "Stand up, Harry!"

Lily Potter broke down in sobs.

Their figures twisted, crackled, and disappeared out of thin air.

Harry raised his head blankly, even if the phantom of his parents appeared, his eyes didn't light up, like a walking dead.

"Love and hate are two sides of eternity." After watching the protective magic dissipate, the Noseless Demon chuckled and said, "Harry Potter, you push the one you love away, and you are full of love for the one who loves you." hatred."

"This is the only way to break blood magic."

He slowly drew out his wand and said with emotion.

"The only thing that can make love come to an end is hatred, the hatred of oneself, the hatred of relatives, and the hatred of enemies."

PS: Thanks to the blade of the ghost of the end

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It's been a long time since I wrote [-] characters, I'm a bit unfamiliar

Chapter 443 Chapter 84 The Third Dark Lord

Clouds cover the full moon.

The staggered rays of magic spells became the only light source in the world.

Blake ran out of the brightly lit castle, and looked at the scuffle outside the castle in a daze. Nearly endless werewolves and vampires swarmed from the hazy night.

Death Eaters in different uniforms mingle with werewolves, vampires.

Compared with non-humans who can only fight instinctively, these Death Eater wizards are the deadliest. They are like cold snakes lurking in the dark, and occasionally tentatively eject a spell, forcing others to rush defense.

Professors, students, and some Ministry of Magic Aurors who dared to resist were forced to surround the castle.

Although the students also mustered up the courage to join the battlefield.

But facing Death Eaters who outnumbered him hundreds of times, the outcome of this battle was already doomed.

Black hesitated for a while, but still rushed into the battlefield. Even if he stayed here, he couldn't turn the tide of the battle. The only one he could protect now was Harry Potter.

Thanks to the transformation of the black cat, its fur is the best protection in the dark.

In the chaos, it was impossible for the Death Eaters to pay attention to the shadows flashing past under their feet. Black quickly walked through the gaps between the Death Eaters, and the crimson pendant on his chest swayed in the fierce running, occasionally refracting light.

"Harry, where are you?"

Blake was desperate.