Chinese students at Hogwarts

Bella's death obviously affected the fighting situation nearby. Harry became more courageous as he fought, and the fourth-year wizard actually firmly suppressed the horrified Carlo brothers and sisters.

There was no fancy stuff, Harry was just a master at disarming spells.

The Carlo brothers and sisters became more frightened as they fought. They had never seen such a disarming spell before. There were no fixed gestures. It seemed that the boy opposite could cast it no matter what posture he used.

The angles of those disarming spells are unusually tricky, and the most outrageous thing is that any spell he fires can be stopped unexpectedly by the disarming spell.

Yes, magic spells can collide with other magic spells, but isn’t it a bit too much for the Disarming Curse to intercept the Atharva Kedavra that I have practiced for more than ten years?

When Bella's screams came, Harry's eyes lit up. He pursed his lips and swung the wand in his hand with a huge swing like an ax to chop down a tree.

The dazzling red light flashed away, and the Carlo brothers and sisters only felt their arms numb, and they couldn't help but let go of their hands.

They glanced at Harry bitterly, then glanced in Bella's direction in horror, and ran into the mist without looking back.

Harry instinctively wanted to give chase, but he wanted to know what was going on with Dudley and Neville.

Turning his head, he found Bella lying in a pool of blood. Harry stared at the two of them in shock.

Navidari stood with his back facing each other. One of them inserted the long sword into the scabbard on his back, and the other slowly put the long sword into the scabbard on his waist.

Loneliness is written on their faces

That is to say, Zhang Xiao is not here, otherwise Gao Luo would give them the nicknames Simon Duli and Ye Nawei.

"She's dead?"

Harry held his breath and his body became a little tense. He had never seen someone die in front of him so clearly before, or in such an execution-style death.

Harry just wanted to say that it was a great death!

"Dead - by the way, I haven't asked yet -" Neville let out a deep breath, turned around with a hint of gratitude on his round face: "Harry, why are you here, and -"

Harry shifted his attention back, scratched his head and felt a little confused:

"I found that this fog can make people disoriented, and suddenly thought that the patron saint might not be affected, so I asked the patron saint to take us to find our companions, and it turned out that it brought us here. As for this one"

Harry looked at Dudley who was silent and knew that he had no intention of introducing himself, so he could only continue:

"Uh, it's my cousin, Dudley, Dudley Dursley."

Dudley nodded to Neville: "Hello——"

Neville also nodded: "Hello."

The atmosphere fell into silence again. The three of them stood here for a while, and Harry said helplessly:

"Then shall we continue?"

"Agree" "Okay"

Neville and Dudley were both in a state of confusion and agitation as they were getting their revenge. They had no mood to think about anything else. After hearing Harry's opinion, they just agreed.

So the three people followed the patron saint and continued to carefully embark on the unknown road.

Zhang Xiao took back the hammer and silently added another entry to his record book.

In such a short period of time, he defeated more than 140 people!

It was so satisfying to throw the hammer from a high place. Every hammer made no sound and he couldn't react at all. Zhang Xiao felt that if he was given enough time, he could finish hammering all the Death Eaters in the field by himself.

Just as his eyes were searching for the next target on the chaotic battlefield, he saw a big black dog avoiding everyone and running towards him.

"Blake?"

Zhang Xiao jumped off the high platform, and as soon as they met, the big black dog jumped up and transformed into Blake in the air.

After just a few simple conversations, Zhang Xiao asked in surprise:

"You met Peter Pettigrew? Kill him?"

"Yeah" Blake nodded sadly: "I just feel unworthy for us, Peter is a real villain, only for himself.

I don't have any regrets about killing him, but on the contrary, I feel regret for my hatred for so long. He didn't deserve it! "

Zhang Xiao took a breath. He never expected that Peter Pettigrew would die here. This was a melee involving tens of thousands of people, divided into so many battlefields by him.

Who you meet depends entirely on your fate!

This wave is definitely a fateful reunion, but if you kill him, kill him. If Zhang Xiao is there, he may have to give him a "no peace after death package".

"So what should we do next? According to what you said, Muggles and the church have already planned it. This is a trap for wizards."

Blake had quickly broken away from the sadness. At this moment, his mind was filled with the crisis that Zhang Xiao was talking about.

"And Harry, it's too messy and the smell is too mixed. The smell of blood covers up most of the smell. I've found Harry!"

It was indeed chaos, with nearly 100,000 people mixed together, and trying to find one person accurately was tantamount to wishful thinking.

"How is Dumbledore's situation?" Zhang Xiao then asked. If Dumbledore had not fallen, the wizards would not panic or be confused. Everyone believed that Dumbledore would be able to save them.

As long as Dumbledore is not dead, or even just shows up, it can greatly save the crisis.

The church's light curtain cannot last long. Professor McGonagall also said that wizards from all over the world are constantly coming here.

Muggles and the church can't hold it back! As long as it is delayed, the entire barrier will be lifted!

"How should I describe the situation?" Black frowned, somewhat reluctantly, but still said simply: "Snot. Snape is brewing a potion, which is said to be able to suppress curses.

In fact, what caused Dumbledore to become comatose and unable to be cured was the curse, and that curse was very powerful.

Snape and Madam Pomfrey could only barely maintain Dumbledore's condition. "

Suddenly he raised his eyebrows, looked at Zhang Xiao hesitantly and asked:

"Zhang, can I suppress the curse?"

"Ah?" Zhang Xiao couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and took a breath: "Hey, don't say it, it seems possible!"

The black dog's blood destroys evil. The higher the spirituality of the black dog, the stronger it is. Not to mention Blake's spirituality, he has become a big black dog and can take the college entrance examination. If he studies hard, he may even be able to go to Qingbei.

A black dog without a trace of stray hair is the best. I have seen Blake become a big black dog. There is absolutely no stray hair, pure black!

Logically speaking, this is the most powerful folk exorcism tool, bar none!

Blake was very upset, why didn't he think of this before? Maybe Dumbledore can wake up now.

At this moment, in a corner of the battlefield, a bright red fire that reflected the entire sky erupted with a strong roar.

Zhang Xiao cast his gaze, and gradually his expression became serious.

"Sirius, you go to Professor Dumbledore first and try to see if it works. I have to rush there."

Blake looked at the fiery red side in surprise and asked in a low voice:

"What happened?"

"Grindelwald can't hold it any longer!"

"Is this the legendary first-generation Dark Lord?"

Voldemort laughed wildly, raised his wand above his head, and rotated it greatly. The red fire python circled around his body.

Swallowing flames, it was like a ferocious monster that was about to devour everything.

Grindelwald panted violently, holding the Elder Wand tightly. The sweat on his forehead was evaporated by the intense heat nearby just as it came out.

The blue giant fire bird above his head was obviously smaller than it was at the beginning.

What's more obvious than this is his face. His face, which was originally about forty years old, now has deep wrinkles and ravines, which are traces of time.

His straight back was slightly stooped, and his long and strong hands also had a lot of age spots.

Accompanied by severe pain, Grindelwald gritted his teeth with such force that traces of blood seeped out from between his teeth.

It melts in the mouth, sweet and slightly rusty.

Only the pair of heterochromatic pupils were still sharp.

It's a pity that the time is still a little short. It would be better if I could hold on for a little longer.

Grindelwald ignored the growing pain, even though it was beyond anything he had ever felt before.

If Albus had more time, he would have more time.

"You old guys." Voldemort walked forward slowly with a victorious smile, his bare feet stepping on the hot soil that had been burned by the fire.

"It has such a great reputation in history, but its strength... tsk tsk tsk."

Voldemort shook his head: "Perhaps, we should learn to respect the strong? Don't you think so? Mr. Grindelwald?"

He suddenly chuckled, stretched out his wand and pressed down hard:

"For example, after asking for advice, you should salute the teacher!"

Grindelwald groaned in pain, and his body seemed to be forced by an invisible force to bend over to Voldemort opposite.

"Salute?" Grindelwald gritted his teeth and raised the Elder Wand forcefully to relieve the pressure on his body: "Then I would rather die!"

The pain became more and more intense, as if all the flesh and blood were wailing and separated from the bones, every nerve and blood vessel was dancing, the heart was twitching violently, and the stomach was shrinking.

Every breath of air your lungs take in feels like a knife.

Grindelwald gritted his teeth tightly, making a crunching sound, and the teeth even began to break.

"ah!"

He finally let out his first scream, and blood flowed from his eyes, nose, mouth, ears, and even fine drops of blood appeared in the pores on the surface of his skin.

Voldemort laughed wildly, he stretched out his wand and said lazily;

"Relax, Mr. Grindelwald, I'm going to make you feel so comfortable and so happy!"

Strangely, the heartbreaking pain seemed far less than what Grindelwald was feeling at the moment. He slowly raised his head.

Even Voldemort was startled by that hideous and terrifying face.

The eyes that were already bloodshot and could not see their true colors were staring at him. Grindelwald felt that his eyes were blood red and he could not see anything clearly.

Just like what I saw in Godric's Hollow a long time ago. The red roses blooming throughout the valley.

"Albus." Grindelwald murmured, as if he suddenly woke up.

At that moment, the spirit transcended the body, transcended pain, transcended everything.

He raised the wand tremblingly, and under Voldemort's disbelieving gaze, a weak and pitiful spell came out of it.

This spell was so weak that it dissipated automatically before it even reached Voldemort.

But this curse slapped Voldemort hard on the face like a loud slap.

His face twisted, and Nick was equally astonished.

The 600-year-old man covered his eyes. Grindelwald can still use magic spells now!

In the limited use records, everyone who used this potion fell to the ground when the pain began, unable to do anything but scream.

There is not even a means to relieve this pain.

What is it that is supporting you?

"Are you humiliating the great Voldemort?" Voldemort raised his wand high. He was about to go crazy: "Go to hell! You old guy abandoned by the times!"

Grindelwald gave an ugly smile.

Scenes of the past flashed quickly, the two high-spirited teenagers, the great dream of changing the magic world together, and the blood alliance that seemed to be unbreakable.

He lay weakly on the ground, letting Voldemort look down at him, holding his wand high.

The gaze seemed to penetrate everything, and above the empty sky, there seemed to be a fiery red phoenix singing loudly.

"Albus, are you mourning for me?"

Voldemort raised his wand as if he was going to execute him, and he chanted the incantation loudly and slowly, as if he was reciting the sentence.

"Avada————————!"

"Whoosh!" A hammer wrapped with lightning came from the side and hit him straight in the face.

"Swallow it back!"

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