A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 577 The respective battles

There were still remnants of the Great War on the fringes of Hogsmeade village, and Voldemort took a moment to remember.

Although he escaped last time, he had also fought against two of the world's top wizards successively, and the threat evaluation of Voldemort by the Ministry of Magic of various countries has risen sharply.

The principal of Ilvermorny School in the United States has set a precedent. No one dares to underestimate this evil force entrenched in the UK. Even the decisive battle half a century ago has been repeatedly mentioned. Many newspapers have publicly used the phrase "the second generation The Dark Lord' called him.

Voldemort was now wandering the streets of Hogsmeade, looking for his target.

He was looking for a place, not the slimy lovers' teahouse, nor the owl post office full of bird droppings and noise. He saw the Three Broomsticks bar in the distance, and he weighed it for a while, and then he saw a deep little one. lane.

The long memory was touched, he walked in with a little sadness, and stopped at the door of a small bar.

Everything here seems to have remained the same—the broken wooden signboard, the rusty bracket, and when the wind blows, the wooden signboard and the bracket shake together.The barbarous shouting of wine floated through the grime-laden bay windows.

"Hey!"

Voldemort opened the door and walked into the Hog's Head, bringing in the cold wind of an early February night.The scene in front of him was even more familiar to him: sitting in the bar were a dozen or so hidden guests, wearing veils and hoods, as if this was the latest trend.

Just a cursory look, he judged that at least three tables of guests were conducting illegal transactions.

The waiter at the bar was pushing a glass of wine with a blue flame to the hooded guy, and then the waiter, Aberforth, continued to wipe the empty glass, looking up casually, and his movements froze suddenly.

The sound of the glass breaking drew the attention of the other guests, who looked at Aberforth and then turned their wary eyes on Voldemort.

"Sigh~"

There was a terrible gasp.The temperature in the squalid, dimly lit room seemed to drop to freezing in an instant.

"God, You-Know-Who!" cried a wizard by the fireplace.

He was covered in blood-stained bandages, and it was difficult for him to be welcomed by the Three Broomsticks not far away, but he could show up in the Hog's Head, which is why this small bar can always be maintained.

The wizard stood up in a panic, knocking over the table in front of him with too much force, and took out his wand - not to attack - but to Apparate.

Then there was a flash of green light, and he fell straight down, his wide-eyed eyes showing his restlessness before he died.

Voldemort held his wand lazily and saluted, "I'm going to entertain a guest, so I hope you can do me a favor, everyone."

For a moment, the air in the bar seemed to freeze.

The skinny wizard with dark circles, who looked like a vampire, screamed: "He wants to kill everyone!" Voldemort's eyes moved slowly, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, he raised his wand, and the strange guests in the Pig's Head Bar were like wheat fall down—

The revolt began, and so did the massacre.

Another tried to apparate, but was strangled to death by a shadow wrapped around his neck in the dark.The desperate cries and the faint light brought by the spell across the air were confined in this dim bar, and no one could escape.

In less than a minute, there were only three people left in the room.

Aberforth summoned the Patronus, who wanted to deliver the news of Voldemort's arrival.The physical goat Patronus passed through the wall, disappearing in the blink of an eye.After the killing, Voldemort calmed down and stared seriously at the face that resembled Dumbledore.

If it was just a similar appearance, he would not have cared about it at all, and would have killed him easily. But Aberforth was not only not weak, but was far above the level of ordinary wizards. His will to resist was also extremely tenacious, which brought some troubles to Voldemort—— Insignificant, but enough to make him look differently.

For Voldemort, who was obsessed with the power of blood, he was powerful and Dumbledore-like, and these characteristics allowed him to connect Aberforth and Dumbledore.He stared at Aberforth's bright blue eyes blazing with rage under his dirty spectacles, and the wispy strands of his gray hair and beard, and the more he looked the more like him.

The failed job search experience decades ago came to my mind:
He was ambitious and planned to spread his influence to the entire magic world. He chose the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor as his springboard, but his plan died before it even started.Dumbledore rebuffed him mercilessly, pointing out the embarrassing fact that his servant was at the Hog's Head.

He remembered Dumbledore admitting that he had a good relationship with the local bartender...

"I see." Voldemort smiled, with an evil expression on his face, he swung his arms twice, and two more wizards fell, leaving only Aberforth alone.

Aberforth looked serious, he knew he couldn't escape, there was still hope before, but he insisted on a fight, and it turned out that this was the wrong choice, he was not the opponent.Now that he was alone, it was as difficult as ever to Apparate in front of Voldemort.

"Who is Dumbledore to you?" Voldemort asked softly.

"Bah!" Aberforth spat on the ground, mingling with the meandering stream of blood.He raised his wand.

The battle ended quickly.

Despite all the evidence pointing to Aberforth's staunch resistance, and despite half the wall of the Hog's Head being in ruins, Voldemort won easily.He swung the snake wooden stick slowly, and several snake-like ropes sprang out from the tip of the stick, trapping Aberforth tightly.

He was hung upside down from the crumbling ceiling.

Voldemort was very satisfied. He paced up to Aberforth, watched him struggle, and leisurely fetched a bottle of wine and a glass from the bar shelf, but both the bottle and the glass were too dirty. Throw it away, and ask in a voice almost whispering: "Can you say it now? Who are you from Dumbledore? A relative, or... a brother?"

"You... sheep shit... scum..." Aberforth spit out a few scattered words from his bleeding mouth, which didn't sound like good words.

"You have to learn to respect the strong. Has no one taught you? Or are you illiterate?" said Queen Voldemort. He waved his hand, and the snake-like rope was tightly wrapped around Aberforth's neck. He said calmly, " Cruciatus—”

Depressed screams sounded.

"Hope you survive until Dumbledore comes to rescue you."

Compared with the tragedy that happened in the Pig's Head Bar, the Sword Castle in Diagon Alley is like a flaming sword, attracting everyone's attention.The sharp blade pointed straight up, billowing thick black smoke.In the darkness, more than a dozen black-robed wizards continued to increase the fire, and the building fragments that fell from the sword castle smashed the ground into burning pits one after another.

The striker stationed in Diagon Alley and the black-robed wizard fought fiercely.

"Damn it, they used Fiercefire! Do they want to completely destroy this place?" An assailant hid behind Ollivander's window, suddenly stretched out his arm and threw a few spells, knocking down an intruding enemy. fall.

But Holt's heart kept sinking. He didn't know what happened in the ministry, but it had been 5 minutes since the distress signal was sent out, and the support from the ministry had not arrived. Right now, there are only two emergency teams in Diagon Alley. , Daily patrols are completely enough, but in the face of sudden attacks, this number of people seems to be stretched.

Before long, they had to give up guarding the communal fireplace in Diagon Alley and fight their own way in the streets and alleys.

With a few loud bangs, Holt knew that the fireplace with a long history was blown to pieces.There will be no support for a short time.

He panted, looking at the Sword Castle in the distance, the magical building seemed to be crumbling, he hoped that there would not be too many people inside, maybe they had already disapparated and escaped.Suddenly, he rubbed his eyes, suspecting that his eyes were blurred.

A person quietly appeared at the gate of Sword Castle, looking up at the burning torch.

With the help of the flickering firelight, Holt saw the profile of the man, with short black hair, blue eyes, and tall and thin.Holt wanted to scream, but he was too far away, and then he saw a shocking scene, the surrounding Fiendfire spontaneously converged into the man's hand, congealed into the shape of a long sword, the flames flashed, and he stood upright. The black wizard not far away was pierced by the flaming long sword, and a large amount of flames burst out from the black wizard's body in the next second, burning into coke in the blink of an eye.

Holt seemed to be nailed in place and couldn't move. At this moment, a spell struck from a corner, but it missed and hit the window glass, cutting off half of the metal grille neatly.He hurriedly shrank his head and squatted down, throwing a few spells indiscriminately, he knew that he definitely missed anyone.

"Come in, boy! Come!" said a voice overhead, and Holt looked up to see the white-haired Ollivander waving at him through the window.

Holt's jaw almost dropped in shock. Didn't the old man go abroad for vacation?He scrambled into the house, the door slammed shut, and he asked eagerly, "Are you really Mr. Ollivander?"

"It's true," Ollivander said, hiding behind a pile of old boxes, watching what was going on outside.

"But you're not—"

"That's fake news, it's a lie, I've been hiding in the basement of the store," Ollivander muttered, "I had to do it, and a lot of cane makers have suffered for a while, I don't want to be like Greg Ligovic disappeared for no apparent reason...there are only a few of you in the Ministry of Magic? Why aren't there as many Death Eaters?"

"There are only two teams in Diagon Alley now, and the fireplace has been destroyed." Holt explained: "However, a turning point has come."

"Why didn't I see it?" Ollivander whispered.

The shouting outside suddenly weakened, and Felix glanced into the hall. Although it was a mess inside, there were no corpses. Remus and a dozen staff members were protected by a group of tall and burly magic guards. A dark wizard fighting.

The surface of these large puppets is rippling with light like water waves, and ordinary spells do not work on them at all.Rather than saying that they were evenly matched, it might be better to say that Remus and the others held back that group of people.

What's more, these employees are also fully armed with a full set of anti-spell products.

Felix turned his head and appeared high in the air, spread out the rune book, and chopped black lightning down. In just a few seconds, the enemies outside the Sword Castle were wiped out. He walked into the hall of the Sword Castle. Still fighting fiercely, the group of black wizards didn't notice Felix's arrival, or in other words - the people guarding outside didn't have time to notify.

"Can we withdraw?" A black wizard shouted, "We can't get in at all! Those stone bumps are too strong, harder than metal!"

"No! We have to wait for that person to come." Another man said, he was obviously higher and seemed to be the leader.

Felix also noticed this person, and quickly found the corresponding name on the list of Death Eaters, "Lestrange..." was a member of the Lestrange family. "Are you waiting for me?" He walked towards the battlefield, piercing the air with his fingers, and the black smoke billowed out.

"It's Felix Hemp! Here he comes, let's go!"

Someone shouted, and they Apparated, but it was too late, and Felix was slightly disappointed not to find Bellatrix Lestrange among them, but it wasn't planned However, Voldemort had not yet been cornered, nor was there any greater temptation to separate him from his one and only Horcrux.

He waved his hand again, the hall was covered with silver light, and they seemed to be taken to a completely strange place in the blink of an eye.Before he had time to react, the overwhelming golden flames filled this special space.

They are burned to ashes in the mind space.

In reality, each of the dark wizards lost their focus, their bodies were stiff, and their eyes rolled up involuntarily. Penello took the opportunity to stun the two before noticing the abnormality.

"This is?"

Keremi pointed to Felix, and Penello suddenly realized, showing a surprised expression.She stared at these dark wizards, they had already escaped from the special state, "Quick—" one of them shouted, before the word "run" was finished, their bodies became stiff again, as if they were being held by an invisible knife The hammer hit the back of the head hard.

Others in the sword castle stopped their hands one after another, and the black wizards staggered a few steps and fell down in unison.

Felix found that 'Lestrange', squatted down and opened his eyes, and looked at each other. 'Lestrange''s eyes magically turned silver-gray. After a while, Felix stood still. stand up.

He waved his magic wand, and the Fiendflames that were constantly burning inside and outside the Sword Castle gathered towards him. The tip of the wand seemed to hide a black hole, with infinite suction. Eventually it all comes together and becomes a small ball.

Felix took it off lightly, and held it in his hand, like holding a somewhat warm glass ball.

"Felix." Lupine came over, "these people..."

"Lock them up first. The Ministry of Magic doesn't have time to send someone to receive them. What happened to your side? Are there any casualties?" Felix asked in a low voice.

"No casualties." Lupine panted, looking at the people who fell on the ground in the distance, he couldn't help smiling, "The attack happened after work, most people went back, I gathered the rest of the people, I escaped the first wave of attacks. Then I launched the puppet guards to let those employees who are not good at fighting leave from the fireplace, so it took a while, and the remaining people who voluntarily stayed to defend the company followed the puppet guards to the hall, just in time with these People hit."

"Honestly speaking, the strength of the enemy..." He frowned, "It's not the same as in my impression, it's like a temporary gathering, with only a few good players. In fact, we can play more aggressively, but I didn't do that . Penelope they are not fighters."

"You're right," Felix nodded, "Voldemort's power is simply not enough to fight against Hogwarts, the Future World Corporation, and the Ministry of Magic at the same time. I probably checked their memories. Composed of a Death Eater and the dark wizards they recruited and threatened, the task was to create as much chaos as possible. It is estimated that the Ministry of Magic is in a similar situation."

"If this is the case, the casualties will be much less." Lupine analyzed, "How about the school?"

"Well, everything was peaceful when I came here, but now, it's hard to say..."

"Go back quickly! I can take care of it here, and I promise, everything will be back to normal when you come back." Lupine said quickly.

Felix smiled lightly, stepped forward, and the scene in front of him changed rapidly——

At Hogwarts, Frank and Alice, disguised as students, held the Marauder's Map and stared at the name belonging to 'Avery' on it. Suddenly there was a sound of chaotic footsteps coming from the spiral staircase, and the two looked at each other. He looked down at the string of extra student names on the map.

After getting the broom, these students dispersed to the various entrances of the school. Ron, Hermione, Neville, Fred and George, and some of them rushed to the gate of the castle, and were surprised to find that the gate was locked. Filch Stay at the door.

"Under Vice Principal McGonagall's order, all students are not allowed to step outside the castle." Filch said with a straight face.

"Oh, come on," said Hermione. "We want to help, and we can, and the professor is right behind the door, right? Filch, sir, we can't let them fight alone. Ghosts, and werewolves, or vampires, or whatever..."

"He's not going to get out of the way," said Fred angrily. "I might as well give him a—"

But Filch thought about it, and really stepped aside.

"Thank you, Mr. Filch." Hermione said excitedly, she took out her wand and pointed, the door opened silently, and the voices of the professors chanting spells could be heard in the distance. "They should be on the stone steps, yes, that's it!"

They walked out of the oak gate one by one, and Filch grabbed Mafalda with a dazed expression, not knowing why she was here.Same as Luna next to her. "You can't go! You're too young..." Filch said with puffy eyes. He stared at Mafalda and said hesitantly, "You, you're a freshman? What's your name?"

Mafalda turned to look at Luna, pointed out, "I don't know, ask her!"

"What's going on?" Ron came over angrily. He was sitting on the broom just now, but suddenly something happened. When he saw Mafalda, he took a breath, "Why are you here?"

Filch and Mafalda looked at Luna, and Ron turned his head stiffly, praying that he wouldn't hear an outrageous answer.Luna said happily: "Didn't I greet you before, I was there-"

"You found Mafalda behind that door?" Ron lost his voice, remembering what happened earlier, when Luna tried to open a door.

"Yeah, I saw her and Umbridge go in, and after a while she came out alone, and locked it from the outside. I thought it was strange, so I knocked on the door, but there was no response from inside, and I found out later It's not Umbridge..." Luna spread her hands.

"You fool, Luna, Umbridge obviously used Polyjuice Potion!" Ron yelled at her.

"Don't you yell at her!" cried Mafalda.

"Don't make trouble!" Ron yelled back.

He roughly shoved Mafalda into Filch's hands, as if shoving a piece of junk, "Uh...please, cough, help keep her under control and don't let her escape."

"Ron!" someone yelled in the distance.

"Oh, shit, I have to go back up Harry," said Ron, trotting to the terrace outside the main gate, and riding broomsticks with the twins and Neville.

At this time, another voice sounded behind them——

"Wait!" Alice ran over panting, "You - you shouldn't - go out - it's too dangerous outside -"

"Is it over? Who's this—" said Fred angrily, looking like he wanted to hit someone.Seeing Alice's face, Hermione felt as if she had seen a ghost. She tugged at his sleeve and almost pulled him off the broom, "Ouch! Hermione, what are you doing?" "She's Neville's mother..." Hermione whispered, and Fred was taken aback.

"Does Neville know?" Fred asked in a low voice, George tried to eavesdrop, but he pushed back.Hermione shook her head.

Alice Longbottom stared at Neville: "You're still young—"

"It's not too young." Neville said, looking anxiously into the distance, seven or eight minutes had passed since Harry left.He said bluntly: "You can choose to stay in the castle, and I choose to support Harry, which is normal."

"No, I mean, they'll be fine, you just need to stay at the castle, the adults will take care of everything, children—" Alice said eagerly, holding Neville's hand, "Think of your parents!"

"I'm sorry," Neville said, "They'll be proud of me." He took a deep look at Alice, kicked his feet hard, and flew high into the air.

Fred on the side gave a thumbs up.He, George, and Ron flew in the direction of Hagrid's cabin.

(End of this chapter)