Chinese students at Hogwarts

Zhang Xiao opened his mouth wide and stared blankly at Dumbledore, who looked calm.

ah? Are you okay?

He suddenly noticed that Dumbledore's fingers half-covered in his sleeves were trembling slightly, and Zhang Xiao's heart that had just been relieved immediately rose again.

The previous attacks were not without impact.

"I'm curious about what means you used to avoid the scrutiny of the Ministry of Magic, including my-"

Dumbledore's voice was cold, and Zhang Xiao racked his brains but couldn't recall Dumbledore ever speaking in this tone.

Barty Crouch Jr. fell into panic, his eyes bulged outwards, and even his words were broken due to excessive fright:

"How did you - impossible, the Dark Lord gave this to me. Impossible"

The bombing just now combined with Barty Crouch Jr.'s perfect passing of all magic checks in his mind.

The Death Eaters have a connection with the Muggles they despise the most!

Zhang Xiao suddenly became excited and blurted out:

"Plastic surgery! Have you had plastic surgery??"

Barty Crouch Jr. suddenly stopped shaking. Instead, he showed that weird evil smile again.

"Zhang, everyone says that you will become the next Dumbledore in the future, and that the Dark Lord needs to be wary of you. It's a pity that you were not killed just now.

But it doesn't matter, because you are destined to die here -

Yes, it's plastic surgery. I look a lot like my stupid, miserable father. Sometimes I have to marvel that those lowly and dirty Muggles do have some good things."

There was silence in the field, but soon, everyone looked into the distance in horror. Even the survivors who had been shocked and briefly dead came back to their senses.

Their eyes were full of despair, Zhang Xiao pursed his lips, and he finally understood why Barty Crouch Jr. was not afraid anymore.

Because the Dark Lord is coming.

Dark figures were approaching rapidly under the leadership of Voldemort. There were many giants visible to the naked eye. I really don't know how Voldemort brought them here and hid them.

They were like a low-hanging dark cloud, rushing toward the shattered stadium with endless despair and oppression.

This is the final killing move!

Some people tried to escape by apparating, but after trying many times they recalled that apparating was prohibited in the gym to prevent chaos.

After figuring this out, someone immediately staggered and ran wildly outside, trying to escape from this place.

But there were still some people who stayed. They were busy trying to help the injured, but the entire stadium was already like hell.

Only more than half of the more than 60,000 wizards were protected by Zhang Xiao and Dumbledore, who were bombarded by terrifying 2,000-pound aerial bombs and cluster bombs.

At least tens of thousands of wizards on the very sophisticated viewing platform lost their lives in the bombing.

The injured were countless.

Zhang Xiao looked at the wizard who was already in a mess, running around with meaningless howls, and a sense of absurdity and confusion emerged.

Even wizards are no different from humans when facing crises.

"Everyone! Quiet!"

Dumbledore's voice echoed like thunder over the entire stadium. The panicked people gradually quieted down, and they looked for the direction of the sound in confusion.

Humans are very strange creatures. They are extremely easily affected by the environment, and when they panic, they will cause immense chaos.

But if someone stands up and lets the voice reach their ears, the panic will naturally disappear.

"Now I will take over the command of all Ministry of Magic officials and Aurors and other law enforcement forces present!"

Dumbledore's face was pale, but his voice was still powerful and convincing:

"Dear wizards, Voldemort is coming with his dark army and will be here soon.

It is useless to escape. If we run away shamefully here, then those who stay and resist will be defeated.

Voldemort will become the new master of the wizarding world! "

All the wizards stopped and listened silently to the angry shouts of this old man who was over a hundred years old and had twice saved the wizarding world from disaster:

"We can only be here, united, to win this battle, to bury Voldemort and his minions here, and to show that his pathetic ambitions are completely impossible to realize.

Tell him that evil will eventually fail, so that we can protect our families and the wizarding world!

Only then can we see that our parents, wives, husbands, and children don’t have to live in darkness!

We have no retreat! "

Having said this, Dumbledore paused, and then shouted vigorously:

"Wizards! For our home, for our family!

Pull out your wands and fight! ! ! ! "

At first there were only sporadic cries, but slowly, like streams converging into a river, what resounded through the sky was the roar of the remaining wizards at the top of their lungs:

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

There are more than 60,000 wizards, including almost the entire elite and high-level wizards in the wizarding world, and the Ministry of Magic of various countries is here.

In fact, the entire elite of the wizarding world is here.

Under Dumbledore's coordination, the wizards moved quickly. Although some people still ran out secretly, more people stayed.

Following Dumbledore's instructions, they quickly gathered together according to their countries.

Aurors were deployed in a unified manner, and Ministry of Magic officials from each country were assigned tasks. The strong ones served as combat troops, while the weak ones served as backup.

Those who are not good at fighting gather the wounded and provide emergency treatment.

This is the benefit of wizards. Everyone has a magic wand and knows at least one or two home healing magic tricks. Although it is not professional, it can at least come in handy.

In the chaos, Zhang Xiao came to his little friend.

Several people had already gathered together, and the warriors from other schools were also around, watching him silently.

Everyone had gathered together to receive the award happily, but disaster suddenly broke out.

Thanks to Zhang Xiao's timely response and the ultimate armor spell, the warriors had no other problems except being frightened.

"Zhang, what should I do? I just-just saw Dumbledore was stabbed-"

Malfoy asked anxiously in a low voice.

"It's nothing. Isn't Dumbledore fine now?" Zhang Xiao thought of Dumbledore's injury and felt a little heavy in his heart. No matter how well he concealed it, the injury was real.

Voldemort's cursed dagger was not a toy, but he still forced a smile to comfort his friends.

"Draco, Harry, Ron, Neville, Cedric, and Hermione - and all the warriors."

Zhang Xiao took a deep breath: "You have also heard that it will break out soon - possibly the largest wizard war in history.

It's very dangerous. I don't know how to persuade you or give you advice, but I hope you can protect yourself and don't die easily. "

Several young wizards looked at him strangely, and Harry smiled and said:

"Zhang, is there any other choice? Of course it's to fight. You know, Voldemort and I -"

Several people laughed. Yes, it's not like I haven't beaten a dark wizard before.

Voldemort? I’ve seen it since I was in first grade.

"Zhang, Dumbledore is right, we have no way to retreat!"

Malfoy's face was a little pale. He was nervous, but unusually determined.

Neville's round face was solemn:

"If Voldemort thinks this will make us surrender, then let's try it!"

Zhang Xiao nodded, he patted his friends' shoulders vigorously, and then ran towards Dumbledore without looking back. He needed his own Qiankun Bag.

Magic projection faithfully transmits the scene to every audience in front of the projection.

Everyone stared at the projection blankly, watched the violent explosion, watched the audience wail in pain, and watched many people lose their lives forever.

The circle of wizards is so small that everyone who appears on the screen knows many people.

They looked at this hell-like scene with trembling eyes.

Fear was fermenting, but anger occupied the brain faster than other emotions. Almost everyone had heard of the cruelty of Death Eaters.

The cruelty of the Dark Lord, but this cruelty and brutality are only spoken through words and heard through ears.

It is abstract and ethereal.

But this time was different. This was the first time that wizards saw with their own eyes the horrific killings caused by Voldemort and Death Eaters.

The bloody reality is more convincing than all the feeble prophecies.

At this moment, Voldemort and the Death Eaters were no longer abstract, but concrete and real.

Countless wizards were breathing heavily, and they couldn't help but come up with an idea.

If Voldemort really took over the world, would he become less cruel?

Many people put on their clothes silently and picked up their wands.

"Honey, where are you going?" The wife held the child and covered his eyes to prevent him from seeing the tragic scene on the screen.

The man answered him with extremely angry words:

"I'm going to fight. I can't let you and your children live in v. v. v."

The man's eyes turned red, he let out a long howl, and finally said the name that had once become taboo:

"Voldemort! Son of a bitch Voldemort! I can't let you live in that kind of world!

Dumbledore is right, we have no choice but to fight. "

The man put on his hat and showed a pale smile to the child:

"Listen to mom at home, dad is going to save the world!"

Hogwarts

Several professors who stayed at the school looked at the pictures on the screen in shock, and the little wizards were frightened.

They had never seen such a truly horrific scene.

Many little wizards were even scared to tears.

The children's cries awakened the professors, and Minerva McGonagall suppressed the anger in her heart. She waved her wand to turn off the projection, and her eyes behind the square lenses were filled with blazing anger.

"All students will rest in the cafeteria during this period, and all classes will be temporarily suspended."

After promulgating a series of measures, Mag, whose chest was rising rapidly, could no longer suppress the anger:

"Pomona, the school is still going to trouble you. I have to help Albus. There are just a bunch of morons from the Ministry of Magic over there. The principal needs help!"

Professor Strawney looked at her worriedly:

"But Minerva, where's the school?"

Mag closed her eyes, and her mind became clearer at this moment:

"Even if we fail in the end, Voldemort will not be able to destroy Hogwarts. He may turn it into a training base for Death Eaters, but at least the children will be safe.

If we win, the school will be fine, but if I don't go and Dumbledore is alone, I will never be able to forgive myself.

Because at this most important moment, I didn't even participate in the battle.

So I have to go to Pomona, a great wizard is worth a hundred mediocre ones! "

"Well said! Minerva, we must fight!" A shrill voice came from the side, and Professor Flitwick was equally angry.

The auspicious clouds under him have turned into gloomy dark clouds, and purple light shines inside the dark clouds from time to time, which is the surging thunder.

"I'll go too, but I'll have to wait a while -"

Snape's face became even more ugly, as if he was about to drip with gloom. He had participated in the health care team in the first two rounds for some unexplainable purpose.

After learning about the content of the third round from Dumbledore, Snape withdrew from the health care team. He wanted to spend 7 days in the Muggle world, playing a game of eagle and chicken with the Aurors. , there won’t be anything wrong, right?

But who would have thought that Voldemort didn't reveal any information to him!

"Severus, we have no time! We must get to Albus as soon as possible!"

"No, don't you think that Dumbledore's stabbing really had no impact at all?" Snape said coldly.

Mag's eyes widened, and he even stopped breathing for a moment, and said in a trembling voice:

"Could it be."

Snape nodded and confirmed what McGonagall meant:

"Yes, Dumbledore's blood was dark and glowing with dark green. It was a very powerful curse, but I don't know how he suppressed it.

I must first bring enough materials, at least some potions, to help him relieve the curse. "

After a while, Professor McGonagall rode an iconic motorcycle into the sky. She was carrying Flitwick. The spell master decided to let his baby have a good rest first, and then use it to show off his power on the battlefield. .

Snape was wearing a full Batman suit, with his huge cape spread out like bat wings.

The Slytherin students stared blankly with their mouths open, watching their dean fly across the sky.

At this moment, Snape felt an unusual sense of satisfaction in his heart.

Longhu Mountain

In the Tianshi Mansion, everyone stood up. The broken tables and benches showed that everyone's hearts were not as peaceful as they appeared.

"Okay, okay!" The always gentle senior brother's face showed a rare murderous intent: "You are bullying me, no one in the east, are you?"

Several other senior brothers had already touched their waists silently, wanting to shake people off. Zhang Chengdao and Li Qingshu looked at the Heavenly Master anxiously:

"Master Tian, ​​give me an order. If it's inconvenient for me to do so, my husband and I will go and rescue Xiaoxiao!"

"What are you talking about! Xiaoxiao is your child, so he is not our junior? If you ask me, ring the golden bell, gather the troops, kill them all, and kill them all, and the world will be pure!"

The second senior brother, who was used to refining weapons, had a hot temper. He was already carrying his beloved hammer, wishing that he could be right in front of Voldemort's naked head so that he could give him a few blows to vent his anger.

"Quiet!"

The old master's long eyebrows trembled. He wanted to say something, but then he saw on the screen that Voldemort had arrived at the stadium.

He closed his eyes in pain and sighed deeply:

"It's too late. It's about to start."

All the brothers looked at him inexplicably, not knowing what the Heavenly Master meant.

But the next moment, the Qingyue bell suddenly rang on Longhu Mountain. All the disciples of Longhu Mountain stopped what they were doing and counted the bells silently.

Slowly, everyone's expressions changed. The bell rang seven times, which represented an extremely high threat, second only to the sect's crisis and irresistible disaster.

"Report - a big demon appeared in the southwest, suspected of madness, heavy casualties, and the guarding disciple of our Taoist sect died!"

"Report - there is a demon in the south, and it is murderous."

"Report——Southeast."

"Report——"

"Report"

"Report"

In the Tianshi Mansion, everyone's hands and feet felt cold as they listened to the reports coming from everywhere. In an instant, the land of China, which was originally calm, suddenly saw monsters everywhere!

How can we save Xiaoxiao?

The old Heavenly Master stood up, with a solemn expression on his clear face:

"Pass on the Heavenly Master's order—my disciples of the Taoist sect will go out to slay demons, eliminate demons, and defend the Tao!"

His voice spread throughout Longhu Mountain in an instant, and all the disciples bowed and saluted:

"I will obey the order of the Heavenly Master!"

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Why there are so many monsters is not because I deliberately set up obstacles. You will know when I fill in the holes later. This is something that will inevitably appear in the system I designed as if it were a cycle.

In other words, this is the result of the input events simulated in my mind according to the structure I designed myself.

The Heavenly Master does not have the ability to predict the future. It does not mean that he can predict the future. He will also fill in the holes later.