The years of welding at Hogwarts

Although his scales, which were much harder than special steel, were shattered into pieces by the magic storm, bright red blood continued to seep out from countless wounds of varying sizes, sliding down his body until they gathered into large drops of blood at the soles of his feet, and finally formed a thin stream pouring downwards under the action of gravity.

But Voldemort was still not dead. He was still laughing arrogantly, as if the horrible injuries on his body that would have sent anyone else to the ICU did not exist.

No one knew how much vitality Voldemort had in reserve, but the wounds all over his body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, almost in the blink of an eye.

The dark magic power turned into a storm and spread in all directions. The hideous protrusions suddenly pierced Voldemort's muscles and skin and broke out from his back.

Two pitch-black dragon wings suddenly stretched out, and the edges of the dragon wings, which seemed to be made of fine steel, were glowing with a cold light, as if they were two sharp razors.

Noah and Dumbledore looked at each other, and a hint of disbelief flashed in their eyes.

Neither of them could have imagined that in this extremely fierce and ever-changing battle, Voldemort actually performed another dark magic transformation on his body right in front of them.

He forcefully stimulated the fire dragon blood in his body and created a pair of dragon wings for himself.

You know, even in an undisturbed environment, it is a very dangerous thing to perform magic transformation on your body. If you are not careful, it will lead to a terrible transformation accident and turn yourself into a half-human, half-ghost...

Uh, in Voldemort's current state, does he look like a normal person who's afraid of a Transfiguration accident?

Obviously not.

The surging sound waves exploded in all directions as Voldemort flapped his wings. In the blink of an eye, the river surface beneath his feet was squeezed downward by the powerful wind pressure, forming a huge hole.

Under the influence of this force, Voldemort's huge body shot straight towards Fawkes who was floating in the air like a cannonball.

A fierce light flashed in Fox's phoenix moos, and the steaming fighting spirit seemed to turn into endless fuel and be thrown into the phoenix flames around her. The golden-red flames also condensed into a pair of phoenix wings behind her.

The escaping flames emitted a brilliant golden-red glow, lingering around Fox's body like a layer of gorgeous feathers, making Fox standing in the sky look sacred and noble.

Voldemort, who was attacking violently from below, was enveloped in a circle of light red bloody air. Dazzling scarlet lightning flashed on his scales from time to time, and the breath of death that filled his body frightened the enemy's mind.

One is holy and noble, the other is evil and crazy.

Just like an angel and a demon that were in eternal opposition, two figures with completely different auras suddenly collided in the air. A violent roar resounded throughout the world, and the huge recoil force blew both of them away at the same time.

After the two people who flew backwards stabilized their bodies, they saw the burning fighting spirit in each other's eyes.

Neither of them was willing to be outdone, and the two of them shot out again under the propulsion of the wings behind them, colliding again like two colliding shells.

For a moment, the sky was filled with the sound of air explosions caused by the collision of the two people.

Watching the lizard and the phoenix engaging in a high-speed chase in the sky, Dumbledore and Noah could only helplessly lower their wands.

With the flying speed of the spell, even if the weather spell was used to draw the electric charges in the clouds to gather into thunder, it would not be able to keep up with the two people fighting fiercely in the sky.

A rash shot might not necessarily help Fox, and might even accidentally injure teammates and cause a counterproductive effect.

Fox didn't need their help.

Seeing that Voldemort was still being suppressed by Fawkes at full power after completing his transformation through dark magic, Dumbledore felt a little relieved.

At this time, Dumbledore was finally able to focus his attention on the city buildings in the distance that were almost in ruins.

"Noah..."

Dumbledore's lips trembled slightly, not because of fear, but because of infinite anger.

Of course, this anger was directed at Voldemort's atrocities.

"Can you tell me what happened?"

Chapter 228: Foolish Cornelius, Scrimgeour's Decision

If we were to talk about this crisis that swept the entire city of London from beginning to end, it might have to be traced back to the love-hate relationship between Gwen and Peter in their original time and space.

Obviously, the current situation was not suitable for a lengthy narrative, and Noah simply mentioned to Dumbledore the cause of all this, namely the weather spell represented by the huge column of light that went straight into the clouds, and the lizard serum mixed in the rain that could turn humans into lizards.

as well as……

The culprit behind all this is the Philosopher's Stone that Dumbledore handed over in order to save Harry.

Dumbledore's face was filled with regret.

, his pair of deep blue eyes lost their former bright color. He could never have imagined that in order to save a savior, the entire city would have to pay such a price.

It was as if all the vitality had been drained away in an instant. The old man's originally upright figure now looked a little hunched, and his spirit was no longer as vigorous as before.

“I did something wrong…”

Dumbledore muttered to himself.

Tears blurred his eyes unknowingly, and Dumbledore's eyes trembled slightly.

At this moment, Dumbledore did not look like the God of Wizardry who had defeated two Dark Lords in succession. Instead, he looked like an ordinary and fragile old man, with a crystal tear hanging on his chin.

Dumbledore clenched his skinny hands into fists. "Is there anything I can do?"

"The Philosopher's Stone is right below that beam of light," Noah raised his chin towards the distance, "My people have taken control of that area, but they don't understand magic, and no one can break the magic circle."

Noah responded with two simple words, "I'll go."

There was a loud bang in the air, and Dumbledore's body burned into a ball of golden-red flame and disappeared on the spot.

As Dumbledore left, the thunder caused by the battle between Fawkes and Voldemort in the sky gradually faded away, and the Tower Bridge of London, with only two bare piers left, returned to its tranquility. Only the city in the distance was still bustling.

Looking at the sky, which was still covered with thick clouds like a big pot lid covering the roof of London, Noah couldn't help but feel a little powerless.

Until the magic circle that maintains the Philosopher's Stone's material transformation is broken, any attempt to reverse the situation with an antidote and a weather spell will be futile.

Noah raised his hand and pressed the headset on his ear, which was still working well after the battle.

"Has anyone seen what's happening at King's Cross?"

Gwen's voice instantly came out from the headset. Wearing an iron suit with maximum defense and possessing super high mobility, Gwen has been playing the role of a firefighter in various places in London.

Flying in the air, she could easily see the situation at King's Cross Station. "The situation is not good."

"I'll be there right away."

As soon as he finished speaking, Noah's body twisted into a vortex and disappeared into the air with a loud bang.

……

King's Cross Station, twenty minutes ago, the Hogwarts Express slowly pulled up to the platform.

In an effort to get this large group of hot potatoes to their guardians, the Hogwarts Express, under the orders of Cornelius Fudge, sped along the tracks at a faster speed than usual.

After all, these students were under the escort of the Ministry of Magic, and if anything happened, the Ministry of Magic headed by Cornelius Fudge would be fully blamed.

And when they are out of the care of the Ministry of Magic and back in the hands of their parents, if anything happens, it will be the responsibility of the guardian.

This is the dark thought in Fudge's heart that is unknown to others.

The Hogwarts Express, which was originally scheduled to arrive at its final destination, King's Cross Station, at six o'clock in the evening, arrived at its destination four hours earlier than scheduled due to his speed-up order.

The train stopped steadily at Platform 9 of King's Cross Station.

Originally, it would take a long time for all the students in this car to get out of the platform.

After all, if too many people walked out of the wall at once, even with the interference of the Muggle-Repelling Charm and the Confusion Charm cast by the old guard at the ticket office at the door as a supplementary measure, it would attract the attention of Muggles.

But the situation this time was a little special. With the approval of Minister Cornelius, the Aurors who arrived at King's Cross Station early with the help of Apparition expanded the range of the Muggle-Repelling Spell, briefly creating a safe and inconspicuous environment for these students.

Apart from the guardians of wizards from Muggle families, there was not even a single Muggle to be seen at King's Cross Station, which was at its peak passenger flow period.

However, when the students just walked out of Platform 9, the accident happened.

The beam of light in the distance was so conspicuous that even from such a long distance, the wizards gathered at King's Cross Station could see it clearly.

"what is that……"

As a man with no outstanding magical abilities and whose mind was completely focused on political management and speculation, Fudge was unable to feel the magic power contained in the rapidly accumulating dark clouds above his head.

"A wizard is casting a weather spell!" Kingsley Shacklebolt exclaimed in surprise.

As the head of the Auror Office, Rufus Scrimgeour, who looks like an old lion, is obviously not as ignorant as their useless minister.

He looked solemnly at the huge cloud layer that spread to the sky and almost merged with the horizon. "The wizard who can release such a large-scale weather spell is definitely not an ordinary wizard."

"You mean, Dumbledore?"

When he heard that it was not something that an ordinary wizard could perform, Fudge, who already had some grudge against Dumbledore, immediately put the big round pot on Dumbledore's head.

Scrimgeour's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. It was hard to tell because of the obvious

The weather spell was a serious violation of the International Statute of Secrecy, and it was all because of the nonsense that came out of the mouth of this stupid leader.

"Professor Dumbledore has no reason to do such a thing."

He refuted his own stupid minister mercilessly, "If I'm not mistaken, this should be related to the mysterious man who kidnapped Harry Potter."

As Rufus Scrimgeour cast his eyes towards the clock hanging high on the platform, the hour hand on it just happened to point to the number "2", and Fudge finally came to his senses.

The evil dark wizard who kidnapped Harry left a message for Dumbledore on parchment.

He wanted Dumbledore to exchange the Philosopher's Stone for Harry.

only……

The two biggest functions of the Philosopher's Stone are turning stones into gold and refining the elixir of life. The former represents endless wealth, and the latter means a long life.

Use it to cast a weather spell?

What's the use of this?

Soon, the wizards stranded in King's Cross Station found out the purpose of this large-scale weather spell that covered the entire London.

……

Almost at the moment the rain fell on him, Kingsley Shacklebolt realized that there was something wrong with the rain.

The raindrops falling on my body seemed to contain an all-pervasive evil magic that was trying to penetrate into my body through every pore on the surface of my skin.

This allowed him to instantly raise an armor protection spell above his head, blocking all the rain pouring down from the sky.

Just a few drops of rain made him feel a slight deformation inside his body, as if his body was transforming into another species.

In addition to the magic of Transfiguration, Kingsley also sensed a tiny amount of magic flowing into his brain. It was such a familiar feeling that he once thought he had made a wrong judgment.

That is the special feeling you get when you are under the control of the Imperius Curse, as if you are in a beautiful fairyland, and you will obey every word the other person says 100%.

"Everyone!"

Kingsley almost shouted the order, "Armor to protect yourself! Everyone get out of the rain!"

Some Aurors standing in the rain were still confused about Kingsley's direct order, which bypassed Scrimgeour, the head of the Auror Office.

Generally speaking, the highest person in charge of the Auror Office, Scrimgeour, is standing here. If he wants to give any orders, shouldn't you, Kingsley, report to your leader first?

They stared at Scrimgeour blankly, but the next second they paid the price for their slowness.

Several Aurors who were standing outside the shelter of the buildings at King's Cross Station were caught in the rain. After only seven or eight seconds of rain, they turned into terrifying green-skinned lizards in front of everyone's horrified eyes.

Because there is magic in the bodies of wizards, the lizardmen transformed from wizards are supported by the magic flowing in their bodies, and their final size is much larger than that of the lizardmen transformed from Muggles.

The lizard man transformed from a Muggle was only a little over two meters tall. Standing in front of the half-blood giant Hagrid, he would only be as tall as his belly button. Hagrid could smash its head into his body with just one punch.

The height of each of these lizardmen transformed from wizards is close to three meters, and the best among them are even taller than three meters.

Scrimgeour also reacted at this moment and gave orders loudly:

"No killing spells allowed! Those are your colleagues!"

A series of "stunning spells" directly blocked the entrance and exit of King's Cross Station, which was not very spacious to begin with. The stunning spells almost became a continuous anti-aircraft firepower network for the Muggles.

With such a high intensity of firepower, even a fire dragon would have to kneel here, not to mention those mass-produced youthful lizardmen that just came off the assembly line.

Those Aurors who were unfortunately transformed into lizards were knocked unconscious instantly.

The Aurors inside the station hurriedly dragged the "former colleagues" on the ground in from the pouring rain outside the door. Only then were they able to carefully study the strangeness of the rain.

Looking at the lizard man lying on the ground, Kingsley Shacklebolt's eyes were fixed on the pair of sharp claws on the lizard man's hands that were flashing with a chilling light, which reminded him of the tragedy that happened on the cargo ship.

He clearly remembered that all the dead bodies on the ship had died in very strange ways.

The body was torn apart by sharp claws, and the neck had scars as if it was strangled by some giant snake.

Claws sharp enough to tear a body apart easily?

A powerful tail that can break your neck?

The lizard man in front of him just happened to perfectly satisfy these two characteristics at the same time.

Could it be that since that time, the mysterious man who kidnapped Harry Potter has been planning this heinous conspiracy, but why did he attack the Muggle cargo ship...

Wait, Muggles?

As if he had thought of a possibility, Kingsley Shacklebolt's expression suddenly changed.