Journey through the Worlds from the Wilderness

Chapter 397
"That doesn't belong to you, that's Dumbledore's wand!"

Alastor Moody staggered out of the dirt slope that blocked his sight, panting heavily, like an old lion covered in injuries and exhaustion, still exuding a powerful aura.

"This is Dumbledore's relic. Unfortunately, the great Albus Dumbledore died in battle."

Gao Feng looked indifferent, with his eyelids slightly lowered, and glanced at the slightly trembling Elder Wand under his left thumb, as if sobbing, mourning the death of his former owner.

"Shut up!!~"

'Mad-Eye' roared angrily, his voice was hoarse and weak, and the sockets of his one eye turned red instantly.

Gao Feng shrugged his shoulders and didn't care too much, only retreating slightly from the land where Dumbledore slept.

Alastor Moody's slanted, scarred face was suddenly filled with sorrow, his breathing eased a little, and he walked forward with a swaying body. The fall on the ground just now seemed to shift his prosthetic limb, so that His steps at the moment were awkward and labored.

But after all he insisted on coming to Dumbledore's side, then he knelt down on the ground, stretching out a pair of trembling rough palms, trying to tidy up Dumbledore's appearance, but he felt helpless.

"I'm sorry about this, but we should go out and talk now." Gao Feng's face was indifferent, his eyes glanced at Voldemort's headless corpse, and after a slight pause on Dumbledore, he handed the old wand in his hand to the only one. Alastor Moody, who showed his back, said calmly: "It was your spell that hit Dumbledore, and now you are the master of the Elder Wand."

These plain words reached Alastor Moody's ears, and his majestic body suddenly trembled as if struck by lightning!
After a long silence, Alastor Moody raised his hand and grabbed the Elder Wand, then pulled Dumbledore's increasingly cold palm, and put the Elder Wand in his grasp, the movements were so gentle and gentle that the evil name The illustrious 'Mad-Eye' looked a little clumsy.

Seeing this, Gao Feng frowned slightly. At this point, he was eager to know Dumbledore's plan. Although Dumbledore had passed away, there were still many members of the Order of the Phoenix. As for Alastor Moody, his current state was obviously not suitable for him. Intellectual conversation - hmm!Waiting for other members of the Order of the Phoenix to know the news of Dumbledore's death may not be able to maintain reason, but it is different from Alastor Moody's situation after all.

Regarding the relationship between Voldemort and Horcruxes, Gao Feng knew clearly, and naturally understood that killing Voldemort would be useless if the Horcruxes were not destroyed.

But the purpose of Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix's operation is to kill Voldemort. According to him from the perspective of an outsider, the scheming Dumbledore would never make such a reckless move. If he did, then it must be Another story.

Thinking of this, his mood became a little restless, and his slightly squinted eyes were shining brightly.

The plan to eradicate Voldemort was disrupted or even completely destroyed due to Dumbledore's unexpected actions, which made him lose the ability of the prophet. On the contrary, Dumbledore's unknown calculations were completed by him. It is the best choice to have a plan to take over and continue Dumbledore.

"Senior Moody." He urged in a deep voice.

As if he didn't hear it, Alastor Moody still knelt in front of Dumbledore, holding his hands and making him hold the Elder Wand tightly. Dumbledore did hold it tightly, but that was because His body has gradually become cold...

"Damn! Damn!!~" He roared hoarsely, full of resentment and anger, he didn't know who to vent to, he just clenched his fist and hammered the ground, the fist swelled up in an instant with heavy force, "How could this happen!~~"

This question is doomed to no one answering him, even if it is the peak of impatience, he doesn't want to touch this bad luck.

The deep black flame licked the void, but its momentum began to sag. The ground in the space enclosed by the magic circle had been scorched black. Without any combustibles, Voldemort's death also cut off his magic power, making the raging flames It has become a castle in the air and is about to be annihilated.

The flames were burning, as if some terrifying monsters were hiding in it, but it would be better if two wild beasts really jumped out of it at this time, then at least Alastor Moody would have a target to vent his emotions on.

Too bad the Beast didn't exist, and all Alastor Moody's goals shifted.

"Ah! Torn to pieces! Shattered to pieces! Burning flames!~"

Three consecutive rage-filled curses bombarded Voldemort's cold, headless corpse, and the light wave exploded, turning into a pile of rotten flesh burning with orange flames.

"Huh!~" 'Mad-Eye' breathed out a long breath, and his depression subsided for a while. He arched his back and stood up, hugged Dumbledore's body, lowered his head and coughed twice, and said in a hoarse voice: " You are right, leave here before talking!"

"Go there?"

Gao Feng glanced across, and the pitch-black flames seemed unable to block his sight, but even with the magical knowledge stored in his 'false memory', he still couldn't determine which side was the way out.

This magic circle was obviously written by Dumbledore. Although he could not see all the secrets, he was at least sure that it was easy to get in, but if you want to get out, you need the right way, maybe some obscure spells. , or special magic runes...

"follow me!"

Alastor Moody was like a sleeping volcano, suppressing his hot lava, and walked in one direction.

Gao Feng followed closely, raised his palm, and the dense zhenqi in his body surged, and as he suddenly raised his palm, it turned into a howling wind, tearing apart the sea of ​​flames and plowing a road to the edge of the magic circle.

The footsteps followed slowly, the peak was not fast or slow, and Alastor Moody was allowed to lead the way, even if the other party made the not-so-distant distance a little longer.

No matter how long the journey is, there is an end. The vegetation wall that appeared in front of him quickly attracted Gao Feng's attention, and he secretly sighed at the wonder of magic. The scene in front of him was indeed beyond his ability.

"That's right here." Alastor Moody glanced sideways at Gao Feng, and said in a deep voice, "My magic power has been wasted, come and pierce it."

"Have you forgotten that I can't release any spells?" Gao Feng said with a frown.

"Spell?" Alastor Moody was startled, then glanced at him inexplicably, and said, "Use what spell?! Use your most destructive means, just blast away!"

"Boom off?"

Gao Feng was full of bewilderment, facing "Mad-Eye" with the expression "What do you think?" ' expression, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Cursing the obscure curses and special magic runes in his heart, he stepped forward, took out a big guy from under the cloak, and pointed forward.

"Come on! Fire!"

"Where did the cannon come from? I'm a head!"

The dead man's head pouted with resentment on his face.

(End of this chapter)