Chinese students at Hogwarts

With a complex look on his face, Nicoléme held a small bottle of magic potion that was as bright as a galaxy in his hand.

He was still hesitating whether to give it to Grindelwald.

"Gettler, have you really thought about it? Although it can bring you back to your peak for a short time, the pain is beyond anything in the world.

Even the Cruciatus Curse cannot compare, because it is a mixture of soul and body.

In the only records, no one can resist its pain, anyway, the end is extremely miserable! "

Gettler smiled, stretched out his hand and took the medicine bottle from Nick's hand. He looked at it and raised it towards Nick:

"Some things are higher than life and death, higher than ideals, higher than everything else, right?"

Without any hesitation, he poured the potion into his mouth.

The next second, Getler suddenly bent over and coughed violently. It was obvious that he was trying his best to suppress the pain.

The magical potion worked, and the dense wrinkles on his face were smoothed out, the skin became smooth and firm again, and the thin cheeks slowly bulged.

It seemed that in just the blink of an eye, he transformed into that high-spirited handsome blond guy.

Nicolème looked at the face he had seen in his memory and asked softly:

"How are you?"

"Better than ever -" Grindelwald smiled and clenched his fists. A steady stream of power surged through his body. His strange-colored pupils looked towards the battlefield and quickly locked onto Zhang Xiao's position:

"I still need a wand."

sixteen

Zhang Xiao gasped for air. Before he could calm down, a huge wooden stick swept over with strong wind pressure and a weird whistling.

Cursing secretly, he could only push his feet hard and leap into the air, but the Death Eaters and dark wizards around him had been waiting for this opportunity.

All of a sudden, there were all kinds of shouts, and dense spells flew over like raindrops.

Seeing that there was no escape, the Death Eater's face showed uncontrollable joy.

But the front end of Zhang Xiao's spear suddenly bloomed like a flower, and a huge silver umbrella covered his entire body.

The magic spell cast on the umbrella made of cloud gold only made a crisp or dull sound.

The original joy slowly disappeared, and the Death Eaters immediately realized what was going to happen next. They screamed in horror and wanted to run away.

But the Elder Wand in Zhang Xiao's other hand has already begun to roll names. The spell-free realm has a great advantage in instantaneous spells.

With the blessing of the Elder Wand, the spells flew back with the same momentum as before.

The Death Eater who occasionally hid next to the giant and narrowly escaped death stared at Zhang Xiao with expressions of shock, fear and resentment.

The number of giants was not large, and the total number on the field was only over twenty. They were originally the high-end combat power of the Death Eaters, similar to tanks.

But not long after they showed their power, the Death Eaters were horrified to find that the giants fell down one after another.

Under the command of some high-ranking Death Eaters, the Death Eaters encircled and suppressed Zhang Xiao.

I just didn't expect that this little wizard was too difficult to deal with. Not to mention his extremely fast speed, the key thing was that the things in his hands seemed to be ever-changing, just like now.

Even though he was carrying such a big shield, he could still shoot magic spells!

We all have one magic wand, why only two?

The giant silver umbrella flashed away and quickly closed again. Zhang Xiao originally wanted to take this opportunity to kill the giants, but the Death Eaters seemed determined to protect the few giants.

They gathered around again, and they no longer tried to attack with magic spells, but directly lifted up huge rocks and smashed them over.

There was a loud "dang" sound, and Zhang Xiao felt his arm numb from the shock.

Tsk, learn to be smart!

But I still have a trick, let’s try this————!

He reached into the Qiankun Bag, but before he could take out his treasure, the screams of the Death Eaters suddenly rang in his ears, mixed with the pained roars of the giants.

Um? what happened?

He put his head out of the umbrella in confusion, only to see clusters of blue flames spreading rapidly around him. This blue flame was extremely powerful.

It can also be transformed into various actions. If it touches a little bit, it will scream and be set ablaze.

The Death Eaters rolled around desperately, or tried to use their wands to summon liquid to extinguish it.

But this was of no use at all. Zhang Xiao stared at the blue flames dumbfounded.

Is this Li Huo?

But isn't Li Huo uncontrollable?

A man walked in slowly, stepping on the flames. The ferocious blue flames around him were like docile beasts, constantly changing into various shapes around him.

He has light blond hair and looks about forty years old. He looks extremely handsome. The smile on his face has a look of arrogance. The most eye-catching thing is his eyes.

One is blue, but the other is golden.

The visitor bowed gracefully and said slowly:

"My eyes tell me Albus's wand is with you?"

The giant howled in pain and knelt down in front of him with blue flames. In a long scream, it burned out like a torch in an instant.

The fly ash was caught by the raging fire and hovered around him, like a black cloak.

"Mr. Gertler Grindelwald?" Zhang Xiao floated to the ground holding a silver umbrella and looked at him in surprise.

No, why did Grindelwald suddenly become young?

And this kind of pressure is very strong!

"Yes, kid, we meet again. We'll talk about the pleasantries later. I'm in a hurry now.

Do you have Albus's wand? "

"You mean the Elder Wand?" Zhang Xiao asked subconsciously.

"Albus, have you even told you this?" Grindelwald's eyes narrowed, with surprise and a touch of melancholy in his tone.

Zhang Xiao sniffed and felt that there seemed to be a faint sour smell in the air.

Danger!

"That. Actually"

"You are indeed Dumbledore's favorite student." Grindelwald said softly: "But who will love you, Dumbledore?"

have to! There was no need to say anything else. Zhang Xiao could only shut his mouth helplessly and inserted his wand into the protective sheath. Grindelwald raised the picked up wand and cast another disarming curse.

Zhang Xiao felt a shock in his hand, and couldn't help but let go of his hand, letting the Elder Wand fly into Grindelwald's hand.

"Pa" The slender fingers pinched the elder wand, and Grindelwald's clothes suddenly fluttered.

He gently stroked the wand that had been lost for a long time, and countless memories came flooding back.

The Elder Wand also vibrated twice to express welcome. Although it was fine in the hands of the previous young wizard, he actually didn't cast a killing curse.

Now that my second favorite master is here, I can finally kill properly!

Grindelwald looked around the chaotic battlefield. Everywhere he saw were wizards fighting hard. It was evening, and the setting sun was like blood.

The orange sunlight shines on the ground, bringing a different kind of poignancy to the entire battlefield.

The bomb crater was surrounded by scattered pieces of flesh, blood and clothing, and smoke was still rising in some places, making it look like hell.

Grindelwald withdrew his gaze and muttered softly:

"I hate New York!"

Sweat soaked her brown hair and stuck to her forehead. McGonagall gasped violently and vigorously stirred the wand, causing the transformed cats to rush towards Voldemort from all directions.

The auspicious clouds under Flitwick drew a strange arc, leading him to avoid the big snake formed by smoke controlled by Voldemort.

At the same time, he waved his wand vigorously, adding a series of auxiliary magic to the cat transformed by Professor McGonagall.

After these cats were enchanted, their bodies expanded several times, like a group of tigers. Not only that, the swift magic also made their movements more agile.

The speed was astonishing, but Voldemort didn't care. He smiled crazily, opened his arms and roared, and a faint ripple spread rapidly from his body.

"Bang bang bang bang" all the cats as big as tiger cubs exploded into pieces.

McGonagall and Flitwick also groaned and flew backwards far away. They were breathing heavily, and there were already quite a few injuries on the surface of their bodies.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk - are these Minerva McGonagall and Filius Flitwick, who are famous in the wizarding world?"

Voldemort shook his head, with a mocking smile on his face. He played with McGonagall and Flitwick in an almost 'playing' way, which made him feel extremely happy.

Even if he didn't admit it, he knew that the little wizard was right. He was just scared and terrified when he saw Dumbledore showing power that he couldn't understand.

No words can describe the fear in Voldemort's heart, not only because of that power, but also because of Dumbledore.

Why, why can this old man who died a long time ago become stronger? Why can't I defeat him no matter what methods I use?

That's why Voldemort used this playful method to fight McGonagall and Flitwick. He wanted to use this method to draw some pitiful little confidence from the two old professors.

I want to use this to prove that I am still one of the most powerful wizards in the wizarding world.

Mag wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and pursed her thin lips tightly. She had never felt so weak.

Damn it. Why is Voldemort so powerful?

She and Flitwick glanced at each other, and the two Ravenclaw-Gryffindor heads saw the determination in each other's eyes.

Even if he dies here, he must hold back Voldemort!

At least give Snape a little more time and at least preserve a chance for Dumbledore to come back.

Only in this way can it be possible to save this precarious situation. After all, the legendary wizard has saved it several times, right?

But McGonagall also knew in her heart that Dumbledore's injury was too serious, and this hope was destined to be a luxury.

But besides Dumbledore, who can stop Voldemort?

"Minerva McGonagall? The little girl who always follows Dumbledore?"

Professor McGonagall suddenly turned her head and saw a man walking on the flames behind him.

He waved his wand casually and sent the two of them to the back, with infinite confidence:

"Leave this place to me. Before I fall, this kid...he can't go anywhere!"

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Even after decades, McGonagall still couldn't forget that face, the face that once brought unprecedented clouds to the wizarding world.

There are countless fanatical saints, and the impact caused by Voldemort is simply worlds apart compared to him!

"Gellert Grindelwald?"

McGonagall spat out the name with difficulty, and she looked at the young Grindelwald who was walking through the yellowed newspapers with extremely horrified eyes.

"Aren't you in Nurmengard?"

Professor McGonagall's words quickly aroused reactions from many parties, and Nicolas Flamel pushed the alchemical magic ball over in time.

When Grindelwald's young face appeared in the projection, countless old wizards stood up tremblingly, with tears in their eyes.

Under the confused eyes of his family, he whispered the slogan buried deep in his heart: "For the greater good!"

Grindelwald flexed his wrist: "I helped Dumbledore a little bit before, so thanks to him, I have a magic projection in the prison in Nurmengard.

So I saw everything that happened here.

As for why I came out. "

Grindelwald's strange-colored pupils stared at Voldemort:

"Of course it's for the greater good, and I used to think the greater good was overturning the Statute of Secrecy, but now, it's Albus Dumbledore.

As long as he lives, the wizarding world will never fall into darkness! "

Voldemort moved slowly, becoming extremely cautious. He felt a sense of oppression from Grindelwald similar to Dumbledore.

This is an opponent on the same level as himself!

"Gellert Grindelwald?" Voldemort made a snake-like sound, his scarlet eyes and those of different colors looked at each other: "Someone is comparing you to me.

I call you the first generation Dark Lord. But I was called the second generation by those ridiculous ordinary people."

Grindelwald suddenly laughed softly. He didn't mind chatting with Voldemort more.

"I actually don't agree with that statement."

"Oh?" Voldemort was obviously interested, and he asked with great interest: "Then what do you think?"

“My opinion is—” Naked disdain and contempt suddenly appeared on Grindelwald’s face: “Are you worthy of being called the Demon King?

Apart from that ridiculous pure-blood supremacy, you don't even have a specific plan or program. You have no guiding thoughts and no ambition to change the world.

All you want is to kill and make people fear you, including your lame followers. What are their names?

Food and shit? "

Voldemort's face instantly became extremely ugly, he roared wildly, and a dazzling light burst out from his wand.

Grindelwald waved the Elder Wand, and blue fire snakes circled and swam towards Voldemort.

"I heard that you are a master of fire?" Voldemort said coldly: "What a coincidence, I am also very good at fire, so let the world see what kind of garbage you, the so-called Dark Lord, are. !”

The raging crimson fire spurted out from the tip of the yew wand, forming a huge flaming snake that roared towards the opposite side.

Grindelwald secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, he finally guided the fight between the two sides towards Li Huo.

Maybe this can delay it a little longer? Albus?

The next second, the blue and red fire collided violently.

"boom!"

As the sky filled with fire and rain, Grindelwald looked serious, like a conductor of a symphony orchestra, and the Elder Wand drew graceful paths one after another in his hand.

The scattered blue fire gathered together again and turned into a giant blue bird, hovering above his head.

The same was true for Voldemort. He just stretched out his wand and stirred it, and the huge red fire snake raised its head and roared silently.

Soon the fire snake and the giant bird collided again, causing sparks all over the sky.

The hole dug by Zhang Xiao, with the efforts of others, has been expanded into a bedroom-sized place, and it is as bright as day.

In the center of the room, Dumbledore, with half his face and arms burned, was lying on a bed made by Transfiguration.

Madam Pomfrey was sobbing as she kept applying sticky green ointment to Dumbledore's wound.

But the effect of the original magical ointment was not very good at this moment, and it could only barely keep the injury from getting worse.

This was caused by the curse that had penetrated his body before. Dumbledore when he was awake could suppress the curse, but Dumbledore who was in a coma could not.

Voldemort finally revealed his identity as the master of curses, and this vicious curse was destroying Dumbledore's body almost constantly.

This left Madam Pomfrey helpless.

Harry watched in silence. Only then did he realize that Dumbledore, whom he had always thought was omnipotent, turned out to be an old man over a hundred years old.

Only when that thin body no longer stood majestic did I realize how thin it was.

Harry's nose felt a little sore. He already knew exactly what happened. At this moment, Harry only felt sad and extremely angry.

Snape placed a simple potion table directly next to him, although he was still wearing the somewhat ridiculous Batman costume.

Maybe Snape didn't know what Batman was at all, and a strange thought suddenly flashed in Harry's mind.

Why do I have random thoughts? Harry's eyes lingered on Snape who was concentrating on brewing the potion for a while, and Snape seemed to notice this gaze.

'Batman' turned his face, even with half of the mask, his dark eyes still showed disgust:

"What are you looking at? Potter? Stop looking. This is a high-end potion you will never learn!"

Harry snorted and lowered his head, and Sirius said dissatisfiedly:

"Snot—Snape, although you seem like a good person now, this is not the reason for you to attack my godson. Who knows if you are brewing some poison?"

"I didn't expect -" Snape's hand was as steady as if it would never shake. He said sarcastically while shaking the liquid: "Master Black actually knows that this is poison?

I thought he wouldn’t know how to use a highly toxic drug like Aconitum Extract to temporarily suppress the curse?

Oh, my, Master Black—" Snape drawled, "It's really amazing—"

What? Are you really brewing poison? Everyone in this small hole raised their heads and looked at him in astonishment. Anyone with a little knowledge of potions knows that Aconitum is a highly poisonous plant.

But now Snape is brewing aconite extract?

He wants to poison Professor Dumbledore directly!

At this time, Madam Pomfrey sobbed and said: "This is correct. The relevant paper was published in Potions Today a few years ago. It was also the most valuable paper of the year. The author was Severus."

The few people who had just clenched their fists silently unclenched their fists, a kind of culturally suppressed helplessness emerged. Perhaps only Hermione, who had been watching closely, could understand how powerful Professor Snape's operation was. .

Because the little witch was completely attracted by Professor Snape's operations, even the argument just now did not affect her.

Harry looked for a while and finally looked away. At this moment, there were many people sitting by the wall of the cave, including Aunt Petunia, Mr. and Mrs. Granger, and Narcissa who was anxious because her husband had joined the battlefield.

If others don't know how strong Lucius is, how can Narcissa still not know?

That is pure weakness! Maybe you can't even beat yourself.

Malfoy was loading bullets into his pistol. He had loaded many magazines.

There are also many elves who are expanding the underground cave. Several more rooms have been opened next door to this cave, and these brave little guys faithfully carry out Zhang Xiao's orders.

The wounded were constantly transferred here. There were too many injured. Even though they were separated by a thick mud wall, everyone could still hear the painful wails of the wounded.

The treatment team was going crazy, and overall the atmosphere in the cave was extremely dull.

Harry suddenly whispered: "I want to go out -"

This sentence finally made Hermione divert her attention. The little witch pursed her lips and looked exactly like Professor McGonagall:

"No, Harry! Zhang said, let us stay here and look after the wounded, knowing that no one will protect them except us!

and--"

Hermione's voice suddenly dropped:

"This is a real war, completely different from our previous fights. It may also be the largest war in the history of wizards.

The role we can play is too small.”

Harry opened his mouth, a little unwillingly. He didn't want to hide here, just to protect the wounded. His blood was boiling, his heart was beating, and he was eager to fight.

"No - I don't plan to stay here either."

Malfoy held the Glock with the extended magazine in his hand, and his waist was densely packed with magazines. He took a deep breath:

"My father is fighting, how can I escape at this time?"

"Draco!" Narcissa rushed over. She held her son's hand tightly and shook her head in pain:

"No, I can't stop your father, because he is a father, and it is his responsibility to choose to use his own life to pave the way for your ideals. But I cannot lose a son at the same time that I am very likely to lose my husband!"

Malfoy, who was about to risk everything, was stunned. He stared at his mother blankly, unable to believe his ears.

At this moment, several Death Eaters were heard talking from outside:

"Did you see clearly? Dumbledore was sent here?"

"Of course, I see it very clearly. If we hadn't had a good relationship, I would never have told you that Dumbledore was seriously injured and unconscious! There are also doctors who only know how to treat diseases. Think about it, if we really succeeded, Black What kind of reward will the devil give us?"

"Damn it. Why is it missing? I'm looking carefully!"

The sound was getting closer and closer, and everyone's hearts couldn't help but lift.

A smile suddenly broke out on Harry's face:

"Malfoy, just stay here and take good care of the wounded. I'll go!"

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After Harry finished speaking, he looked at his godfather with a smile:

"Sirius, you're not going to stop me, are you?"

Blake laughed dumbly and stood up:

"Of course not. If your father were here, he would definitely make the same choice as you, that is, let's rush out together!"

"And then die together?" Snape's voice came over in a sinister tone.

Black turned his face angrily, but before he could speak, he saw the little wizards standing up one by one:

"Let's go together!"

Cedric held the wand in his hand, with a smile on his handsome face:

"Actually, we are much better than we think. Do you still remember what we practiced when we were in the club?"

"Of course, I can never forget it. After all, I am too tired -" Ron also raised his wand: "Mom, Dad, can I go?"

The Weasleys held back their tears and nodded. Bill and Charlie had already rushed out, and even Percy rushed out after sitting there with an ugly face for a while.

They naturally know what kind of character their children are.

"Let's all go!"

A group of Death Eaters were anxiously looking back and forth on the land with their heads hunched. While they were paying attention to the surrounding movements with fear, they imagined the scene of them being rewarded for killing Dumbledore.

"Do you think the Dark Lord will give us that reward?"

A Death Eater suddenly asked in a low voice.

"Which reward?"

The companion was a little confused.

"It's that - that -" the Death Eater's voice was so low that it was almost inaudible: "Horcrux!"

His breathing quickened: "I guess this should be the secret of the Dark Lord's immortality. If I get it-"

Death Eaters' eyes are shining and they will never die, so what is there to fear?

Not even Avada's Kedavra could kill him.

"You said this?" The companions also became excited: "If it is true, then wouldn't we?"

"Stab it!"

The curse ruthlessly interrupted their fantasy. The Death Eaters didn't even react before they were knocked to the ground by several people who suddenly rushed out.

They scrambled to fight back, but Harry's disarming spell was reaching its peak.

These Death Eaters only saw the little wizard with eyes wave his hand, a dazzling red light flashed, and all their wands flew out.

They were shaking uncontrollably. What is this?

How could anyone practice the disarming spell to this extent? Did he do nothing but practice the disarming spell?

Although the combat effectiveness of these Death Eaters is not strong, the ability of these people who have just become Death Eaters from dark wizards to escape is first-rate.

As soon as the wand was released, these people subconsciously ran back. Unfortunately, Malfoy's double guns were faster.

There was a series of crisp sounds, and all the Death Eaters fell limply to the ground as if they had been punched suddenly.

"I've been practicing my marksmanship since I came back from the dungeon."

Brother Ma blew the smoke from the muzzle of the gun and changed the magazine skillfully. He pursed his lips and looked a little complicated:

"Potter, Weasley, then I will stay here. As long as my bullets are not used up, I can guarantee that no one can set foot here!"

Harry patted his shoulder and squeezed it hard. After a moment of silence, he said with a smile:

"Actually, we have been friends for a long time."

Ron walked up and winked:

"Harry's right."

Cedric raised his eyebrows narrowly: "Captain!"

Neville looked at him sincerely: "Draco, you are a good man!"

Malfoy's face turned red. He was moved and embarrassed at the same time. Such complicated emotions made the young ponyboy not even know how to express them.

Sirius finally stood up and shouted with fighting spirit:

"Then Draco and Hermione stay and look after the house while we set off!

Are you ready? Guys? "

He pulled out his wand and fired the spell at the other Death Eaters who had similar thoughts:

"Let's go!"

Dudley held up a small buckler and walked forward nervously. Beside him were team members who also held small bucklers, and the rest held up holy silver crossbows.

Less than a hundred meters behind them was a heavily armed army. Because all electronic equipment failed, these soldiers could only choose heavy body armor and enough bullets.

This elite soldier is like a scythe, protected by the demon hunter, sweeping away all enemies in sight.

No one can resist the concentrated fire of more than ten assault rifles and M40A1s.

Even if some wizards use the Iron Armor Curse, they are as easy to break as eggshells when faced with the fire of extremely powerful anti-equipment sniper rifles.

Ten thousand demon hunters and as many as 20,000 fully armed troops were mixed into more than 2,000 squads. They gathered into small groups one after another, entering from the outside to form a loose encirclement, moving inward bit by bit. Strangling.

Everything went smoothly at first, and the molds even felt like they were hitting humanoid targets.

Because when the gun was pointed at the so-called devil, they didn't know how to dodge. They just waved the small wooden sticks in their hands stupidly and muttered something they didn't understand.

This strange behavior made the fungi really think that these people were followers of some kind of devil, or at least not in their right mind.

When they finally cleared the perimeter and gradually narrowed the encirclement, casualties began to appear.

First, something went wrong during their encirclement and suppression. A green light flew from nowhere and hit the soldiers behind them.

The soldier lay quietly on the ground, staring blankly at the sky.

The death of this soldier greatly shocked other soldiers. They had never seen such a strange way of death. Many soldiers even knelt down and began to pray immediately.

Fortunately, the demon hunters gave them some psychological comfort. Before that, they had looked down upon these strange people with primitive cold weapons.

But now these church warriors are their spiritual pillars!

The soldiers locked themselves around them and refused to go further.

"Ignore them - protect yourself and move on."

Dudley shook his head and reluctantly gave up the idea of ​​persuading them to stay away from him. Doing so was actually very dangerous, because not only was the concealment effect of such a dense crowd extremely poor, but the target was also extremely obvious, and it was very likely that they would be caught in one fell swoop.

But these soldiers refused to leave no matter how much they were persuaded, especially since two more people had just been hit by magic spells flying around on the battlefield. One of them was a corrosive spell. The miserable and wailing look of the soldier made everyone's eyelids stop. beat.

"Captain, let's go."

A team member asked quietly.

Dudley pursed his lips. His mind was in chaos at the moment. He didn't even understand why he came here. Yes, Dudley wanted revenge, but he only wanted revenge on those who killed Vernon.

Especially that woman, her face would never be forgotten by Dudley.

"Let's continue as planned."

On the other side, the moment the gunfire rang out, Zhang Xiao was startled and turned his head to look in the direction of the gunfire.

At this point, the battlefield fell into complete chaos.

Death Eaters, wizards, witchers, ordinary soldiers.

Their combined number exceeded 100,000, and they fought together on this small battlefield.

At the same time, the media who got the news finally rushed over in a hurry.

The whole world will be shocked by the next scene.

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In the past few days, three updates have been released, and the losses have been too severe. Let me summarize it for a few days and maintain it.

The explosion still broke out, but because I wrote a little too much, my brain was a little exhausted.

This final battle will probably end in about 20,000 words.

This is the second largest scene in the book, and the ending will be even bigger.