The days at Hogwarts

Voldemort gradually couldn't bear the increasing pressure. At a certain moment, the afterimage of the yew wand in his hand was suddenly swung out:

"【Avada Kedavra】"

The faint green light shot out in an unstoppable manner, and the remaining faint light left by the cursed beam was almost a thin line. Before Loren could see it clearly, it was already approaching Dumbledore.

The bright orange-red flames flashed away, and the death curse was lost in the blazing flames.

As the battle officially started, golden spells and green light poured down on the entire cemetery like heavy rain. Voldemort disappeared into the black mist that spread at some unknown time. Dumbledore's robes were swirling, and his figure was everywhere on the battlefield. Flashing.

Chapter 505 Showdown

The portkey was hooked on his navel and quickly shuttled through the unperceivable space. Harry closed his eyes and remained motionless. All his strength seemed to have been exhausted while wrestling with Voldemort. The scar on his forehead was burning faintly, and his head was dizzy. Very powerful.

It seemed like dozens of minutes had passed, and it seemed like it was just a blink of an eye. Harry felt himself fall to the ground, his face buried in the grass, and his nose was filled with the smell of grass. Exhaustion and fear prevented him from getting up immediately until a wave of sound drowned him. Got him.

There are noisy sounds everywhere, footsteps, cheers, shouts...

"Harry, Harry!"

Hearing footsteps approaching, Harry opened his eyes and saw the twinkling stars in the night sky. Professor Minerva McGonagall was crouching in front of him. Not far away, Hagrid, a big man who looked like a hill, was running quickly towards him. He could feel the ground under his head shaking slightly with Hagrid's footsteps.

"He is back!"

Harry let go of the trophy and grasped Professor McGonagall's wrist tightly. The dizziness in his head made the professor's face in front of him sometimes clear and sometimes blurry. He ignored the chaos in his head and quickly confided the most important thing, "Voldemort is back. Cedric is dead, Cedric was murdered!"

Professor McGonagall's hand shook for a moment, but she quickly recovered and stroked his hair gently, as if comforting the angry kitten, "Calm down, Harry, you are safe now..."

In the gentle comforting voice, Harry felt a strong exhaustion emerging from his body. This exhaustion made his eyelids heavier and heavier, the stars in front of him gradually blurred, and the noise around him gradually became silent.

"What happened, Professor McGonagall?"

Principal Fontana and the remaining referees slowly gathered around, only to see Warrior Harry fainting in Professor McGonagall's arms, and the trophy fell next to his wrist.

Even though she knew that the championship had nothing to do with Beauxbatons, after seeing the result, Madam Maxime still sighed, turned around and directed the onlookers to clear the passage, allowing Madam Pomfrey with the medicine box to run smoothly. Come in.

"The Maze, the Goblet of Fire... I don't know what you think..." Madam Pomfrey complained, while checking Harry's body dutifully.

Snape didn't show up all night...

Karkaroff observed the professors who had arrived, his pupils trembling violently and full of horror. One of his hands tightly grasped the forearm of the other hand. His whole person had an aura of restlessness, as if he wanted to think about it at any time. Like escaping Hogwarts.

"Harry seemed to be too tired and fell asleep..." Madam Pomfrey breathed a sigh of relief.

"Someone came out of the maze with the trophy. It seems that the competition has already concluded. Let's end it here tonight..." Professor McGonagall arranged everything in an orderly manner. "Let the members of the patrol team bring out the other warriors. First, let's The warriors have a rest overnight and the results will be announced tomorrow.”

"I'll do it right away!" Ludo Bagman responded simply and walked away happily.

……

The magical world is too big. Even if a wizard drops an island as big as Azkaban into the sea and sets off a wave that can shake the world, there will be no sound after decades.

Most wizards are not tortured by illness, and wizards with powerful magic age even more slowly. Most of them live longer. Seventy or eighty is just a normal age. Those in their early centenarians deserve praise for their longevity, but there are some who live longer. .

Not to mention Nicolas Flamel, who concocted the elixir of life and lived for more than six hundred years, nor the former Hogwarts principal Armando Dippet, who was extremely talented and died at the age of 355.

Among those still alive is Bathilda Bagshot, the author of the History of Magic textbook. She is a living history book herself. At the age of 122, she is still compiling books and sorting out the remains of ancient wizards. In addition, Griselda Marchbank, the oldest employee in the Ministry of Magic, once invigilated for Dumbledore and now invigilates for young wizards of the same age every year. She may even invigilate for the sons of these young wizards. She can’t even remember her age, but according to the minimum age calculation, she is 130 years old...

Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, who is in his early 100s, is not famous in the field of longevity. This white-bearded old wizard became famous at a young age. He repeatedly smashed the conspiracy of the leader of the saints, Gellert Grindelwald, and saved many people. The city was protected from evil hands, and Grindelwald was even captured alive and imprisoned in Nurmengard...

As a result, the wizarding world experienced a period of peace. The legendary wizard Albus Dumbledore also returned to teach at Hogwarts, from being a professor of Transfiguration to taking over as the principal. Although there has been no remarkable achievements for a long time, it is natural that He became the president of the International Federation of Wizards, the chief of the Wizengamot, and was nominated for the Minister of Magic many times.

For wizards in the British wizarding world, many outstanding wizards have emerged over the years, not to mention Barty Crouch, who has a tough attitude and will never show mercy, the Ministry of Magic, and Alastor, who single-handedly filled most of Azkaban. ·Moody, many people think that this white-bearded old wizard will gradually disappear in the tide of history, just like Newt Scamander, like Serafina Picquery...

Until the Dark Lord who called himself Voldemort gathered Death Eaters and caused trouble, Albus Dumbledore reappeared in people's sight. During the wizarding war that lasted for several years, he protected a large number of Muggle hybrids on the Hogwarts campus. Until the fall of Lord Voldemort, he was considered the greatest wizard of our time.

However, just like in the past few decades, no one has seen the old principal take action for a long time.

On the side of the abandoned church, two little wizards wearing similar wizard robes huddled in a corner made of fallen abandoned stone sculptures and pits. A taller little wizard leaned against the wall, with a resolute yellow badger embroidered on his chest emblem. His eyes rolled around with an anxious look on his face, but his mouth was tightly shut, unable to speak and could only make simple, dull nasal sounds:

"Uh-huh! Uh-huh!"

The little wizard next to him was smaller. The emblem on his chest was a lion with a golden mane. His naturally curly black hair was as long as his eyebrows. His eyes were glued to a narrow gap in front of him, his pupils twinkling. Crystal blue light and shadow.

Loren carefully observed the battle not far away. When he heard the hesitation next to him, he didn't look back. He waved his hand and said calmly: "Don't worry, we will go back after they finish fighting..."

Cedric became even more anxious when he heard this. Duels between Principal Dumbledore and Voldemort, how many times in this life can we encounter them!

"Um..."

Loren seemed to understand something, and turned around with a knowing smile: "I will remove the restraints on you, but you can't make any noise or do anything rash. Helping rashly will only cause trouble for the principal, do you understand?"

Cedric nodded vigorously and assured, "Mmmm!"

Loren held the wand and touched him a little, and the invisible restraints on Cedric's body suddenly loosened. Regardless of the stiffness and soreness in the muscles of his limbs, he immediately came closer, his eyes glued to the narrow gap without blinking:

"Ever since you rescued me, I wanted to let me take a look, but the mysterious man and the Death Eaters were all there, so I couldn't say anything... I could only hear the sounds, but couldn't see their movements. There seemed to be something in my heart. The cat keeps scratching, not to mention how uncomfortable it is.”

Loren was very excited, but the distance was not too far or too close, and there was no guarantee that he would be discovered. He patted Cedric on the shoulder and advised: "Stop talking, just concentrate on watching the duel."

The words were lost in the thick black fog in front of Riddle's tombstone, and there was a shrill roar, rolling and rolling like cloud thunder brewing: "Dumbledore!"

The black mist surged and spattered countless pale green lights, each of which was a life-killing curse that would cause death if touched, but it could not even touch the hem of Dumbledore's robe.

Every time Dumbledore flickered, he landed in the blind spot of Voldemort's attack. He waved his wand at the abandoned stone sculptures around him. The statues all moved together, as if they were alive. Milgar, holding the flaming sword, strode towards the dark side. Gabriel flew towards the fog, waving his wings, and Cupid's sharp arrow aimed at the center of the black fog with a stringless stone bow.

Those death-killing spells passed by the chest of the statue, but they only made the statue stagnant for a moment, followed by more violent attacks. The death-killing spells can only peel off living things, and have no effect on cold marble. .

What is unexpected is that these stone statues are not invincible. The stone arrows they shot broke into pieces under the corrosion of the black mist. After being enveloped in the black mist, Milca and Gabriel's forward movements became stiff. The angels raised high The sword was unable to cut down for a long time, and finally became completely stiff. The stone-carved sword tip pointed diagonally at the waning moon, motionless.

"Coming here alone tonight is your stupidest choice..." Voldemort's joyful laughter came from the black mist, "Dumbledore, you are already old!"

"Really?" Dumbledore smiled while suspended in the air, his ceremonial robes were bulging with the night wind that came from all directions. He smoothed his long sleeves and white beard that were constantly fluttering, and said softly, "Many people say that I am still It’s the same as when I was young.”

The invisible black mist froze for a moment, as if the person hidden in the black mist sneered, and then suddenly dispersed, blowing towards Dumbledore on the opposite side, breaking through the air so fast that it even tore out pieces in the air. A sharp whistling sound.

Dumbledore's wand was placed across his chest, drawing a circle from his left shoulder to the top of his head. Bright yellow flames spurted out, and the surrounding air seemed to turn into flammable grease. In the blink of an eye, the blazing flames enveloped him like mist. The entire area was surrounded by black mist from outside to inside. When the two came into contact, it seemed as if the entire wilderness was filled with a hissing and burning sound.

The black mist gradually dissipated and fled, being driven by the flames and shrinking smaller and smaller, until finally only a spot in front of the tombstone remained. The flames solidified into a flaming sword with the same shape as the stone sword, and it suddenly slashed. ——

"!"

A shining silver shield was pressed against the blade. The collision of magic power and high temperature caused the nearby space to distort. The collision between the two produced a low gong-like trill. This strange sound was frightening.

"You don't want my life, do you, Dumbledore?" Voldemort held the wand in his right hand and raised it high above his head, narrowing his scarlet eyes under the silver shield. "You don't bother to do such a cruel thing, do you? "

"We all know that there are other ways to destroy a man, Tom." Dumbledore said calmly, as if the flaming sword hanging above Voldemort's head was not his means. He slowly walked towards Voldemort, as if There is no fear in the world, and nothing can disturb his leisurely stroll. "I admit that just taking your life will not satisfy me..."

"There is nothing worse than death, Dumbledore!" Voldemort stared at him viciously, his scarlet eyes flashing with a dangerous red light, and the flames reflected a red glow on his pale face.

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows when he heard this, as if he thought of something interesting. He stopped and looked at Voldemort carefully: "You are afraid, Tom. This is not a rare thing, but the first time you return from resurrection Night, your most proud night in more than ten years, you are afraid..."

"..." Voldemort said nothing, the red light in his eyes dormant.

Dumbledore had no defense and stopped not far away from him, as if meeting an old friend during an evening walk. He was very chatty: "Let me guess, Tom, you didn't kill him." Li, those unexpected things make you panic...

"What are you afraid of? Your loyal wand won't obey you? No, that's not right..." Dumbledore knitted his brows together as if he was thinking in distress, and soon said as if he suddenly realized, "Because of the souls of those who have passed away, you Afraid of the dead!"

"Yes!" His tone was very firm this time: "Tom, you are afraid of death, and by the way, you are afraid of everything in the afterlife. The returning dead make you uneasy, and you are afraid that they will notice you..."

"Nonsense!"

Voldemort roared in anger, and a green light flew from under the silver shield, but before the green light could get close, Cupid behind Dumbledore shot an arrow, which came first and came in front of Dumbledore, blocking the spell before exploding. into pieces.

The flaming sword above the silver shield that had been suppressed turned into a giant python with sharp fangs. It turned its head towards Dumbledore, spitting out a flaming tongue from its mouth and making an angry hissing sound.

The silver shield spread out into dense green light, splashing over like a rain of arrows.

The two waves of offensives attacked Dumbledore together, and Voldemort disappeared. In the blink of an eye, the offensive and defensive situation was completely reversed.

"No!" Cedric covered his mouth tightly to prevent himself from screaming in fright.

Seeing that the flame python was about to pierce its fangs into Dumbledore's body, he calmly stretched out his right hand, pointed the wand diagonally at the fangs, and then waved the wand widely with smooth movements, drawing a circle in front of him. .

The flame python was like a fish caught by a fishhook. It moved around Dumbledore along the arc of the wand's throwing rod, turning into a red-light flame shield, and the green light of thousands of incoming life-killing curses was absorbed. Within the flame shield, it turned into a puff of black smoke and disappeared silently.

Chapter 506 Post-match review

Cedric stared at the cracks in the stone. Even though he was already sore and red, he didn't want to miss any moment of the wonderful duel. Whether it was Dumbledore or Voldemort, the dueling skills they displayed were completely different from those taught by previous professors. .

He couldn't learn the life-killing curses and the overwhelming flames, but the thick and strange black fog and the angel statues that were both offensive and defensive were very inspiring to him.

In terms of offensive, one side is a blazing sword that burns the space, and the other is a life-killing curse that will cause death upon contact. In terms of protection, one side is a flame that devours all, and the other is an unbreakable shining silver shield.

The two people who were observing secretly were both dazed. This was the legendary wizard at the top of the magic world.

Loren watched silently as the flames and black smoke in the sky gradually dissipated. The thick clouds covering the stars and moon in the sky had dissipated unknowingly. The silver glow was light, the night breeze was cool, and Voldemort was nowhere to be seen.

The white-bearded old principal who had just finished a big battle was not disappointed when he looked at the empty wilderness cemetery. Instead, he noticed the cracked grave of Tom Riddle. He waved his wand, and the surrounding earth and rocks automatically poured towards the crack without wind. The tomb will soon be repaired to its original appearance.

Dumbledore stepped forward to the body of Crouch. The director of the Department of International Affairs and Cooperation, who once cared about his image the most, was now withered and bloody. Only an empty skin frame hanging on the skeleton was left. He was not dead at all. No dignity.

He sighed imperceptibly:

"How long do you two plan to hide?"

……

In a daze, Harry saw a sword made of flames striking towards him. Some kind of secret and distant sound penetrated his consciousness, dragging him out of his deep dream.

"Harry, Harry..."

Mrs. Weasley's gentle call was heard in her ears, and scenes before her coma flashed before her eyes, including Voldemort's mysterious resurrection ceremony, the gathering of Death Eaters, and the souls surrounding him...

There was a searing pain in the scar, and the scattered fragments kept flashing in front of his eyes, and the final image was fixed on Cedric's lifeless legs hanging down limply.

"Cedric, no!"

Harry sat up suddenly from the hospital bed, breathing heavily, and a thin layer of cold sweat was already stuck on his forehead.

"Harry, it's okay, it's okay..."

The bright and clean school infirmary came into view, and the uneasiness in his heart dissipated the moment he realized that he was in Hogwarts. Mrs. Weasley's gentle patting made him gradually relax.

Hermione was fiddling with a crudely designed silver coin, while Hagrid and Professor Moody were standing in the outer circle.

Sirius opened the door and led Ms. Pomfrey in. He squeezed through the brothers and sisters Bill, George, Fred, Ron and Ginny who were gathered together. After a careful inspection, Ms. Pomfrey calmed down. He said: "The arm seems to have been slightly injured, but the healing magic is very good and it has recovered. The only thing left is that the physical energy and magic power have been consumed too much. I need to rest for a few days. Don't worry too much..."

Sirius ruffled Harry's hair, his eyes were slightly red, and he didn't say much.

The emotions that Harry had been suppressing and restraining since he left the maze suddenly came to his heart, making him uncontrollably feel a burning sting in his eyes, but he did not cry under the gaze of everyone.

"Voldemort is back, Cedric was..." Harry couldn't finish the cruel news, his eyes were filled with tears and his voice was choked.

Professor Moody's eyebrows knitted together and his blue magic eyes swung around, as if he didn't believe the news. The Weasleys who were nearby all looked horrified, and Ms. Pomfrey and Hagrid were even more uneasy. .

"This this……"

"Cedric is fine. He is chatting with Dumbledore in the principal's office." Hermione's unhurried voice sounded more beautiful to the ears of several people in the ward than the mermaid's singing. She spread her right hand to show off the small silver coins. , with a cold expression on his little face, "Loren said that if Harry wakes up, he can go to the principal's office."

This...Cedric...he clearly saw it with his own eyes...

Harry's mind was a little hard to turn around, his expression gradually became dull, and he began to doubt himself.

"I'll go with Harry!" Ron said quickly.

"I am coming too!"

"And I!"

"What are you causing trouble?" Looking at the screaming twins, Molly couldn't help but hit them on the head, then turned around and made a calm decision, "Sirius and Alastor took Harry to the office. , you guys go back and have a good sleep."

"Oh..." The Weasley siblings responded reluctantly.

Sirius and Moody looked at each other and nodded in agreement.

In this way, Harry walked to the principal's office in a daze, supported by the two men. When he went out, his expression was still dull and his mind was in a mess.

Ginny watched the three of them go away, and noticed the figure of a little curly-haired witch behind her. She couldn't help but ask, "Hey, Hermione, why are you following me?"

"I'm going to find Loren." The little witch replied coldly, with a chill in her voice for no reason.

Ron rolled his eyes and followed the wall. After running out, the voice came back from far away:

"I'll go find Loren too."

……

"Deng...deng..."

The wooden prosthetic leg of the retired old Auror with a magic artificial eye made a sound in the empty corridor. Harry walked with the help of Sirius with a dazed look on his face. The person involved did not say anything and the others did not ask any more questions. No one would be able to calm down after such a thrilling night. They waited for Harry to sort out his thoughts and left all questions to be raised in the principal's office later.

The little witch walking next to her held a silver coin in her right hand across her lower abdomen. Her calm little face was full of sternness, her lips were tightly pursed into a slit, and the wide sleeves and back hem of her magic robe were fluttering in the wind. At this age, he already has some of the magnificence of Professor McGonagall.

No one knew that this serious-faced know-it-all was thinking about how to beat someone up.