HP Magic Biography

Harry felt as if his own body had also been thrown into the void; nothing had happened just now... that couldn't have happened just now...

What did you see?

Snape killed Dumbledore?

Until now, Harry still couldn't accept such a fact.

Just a few minutes before, when Malfoy hadn't come, Dumbledore had repeatedly asked Harry to go find Snape.

And then Snape actually came, with his wand and a bunch of Death Eaters.

Snape looked indifferently at the two broomsticks on the ground, then quickly turned around and gathered all the Death Eaters.

Get out of here, quickly.

Snape said, he grabbed Malfoy by the back of the neck, pushed him hard in front of several people and ran out of the gate. When they left the gate, Harry found himself able to move again.

But he was still leaning against the wall as if he was dead, not because of the spell, but because of fear and shock.

He flung off the invisibility cloak just as the beastly-faced Death Eater who had last left the spire was trying to escape through the gate.

Dizzy! Harry yelled, wand in hand.

The Death Eater seemed to have been hit hard from the back with something, and he collapsed to the ground, stiff as a wax figure, but before he hit the floor, Harry had jumped from him. Jumped over and chased down the dimly lit tower stairs.

Fear was tearing at Harry's heart...he had to get to Dumbledore and he had to catch Snape...the two things were closely linked...if he had been able to do both earlier Nothing would have happened... Dumbledore would have lived...

The last ten steps of the stairs he jumped down, stopping where they fell, wand in hand.

The dimly lit hallway was filled with smoke; half the ceiling seemed to have caved in; a fierce battle was going on in front of him, but even as he tried to make out who was fighting whom, he still He heard the voice he hated shout, Mission accomplished, get out of here!

He saw Snape disappear around the corner at the other end of the corridor; he and Malfoy escaped from the melee downstairs, apparently unhurt.

Harry hurriedly chased after him, at this time a person rushed out of the crowd in the scuffle and rushed towards Harry: it was the werewolf, Fenrir Greyback.

His speed was really too fast, and the terrifying explosive power of the werewolf allowed her to get close to Harry's body in one fell swoop.

Before Harry could raise his wand he was on top of him: Harry fell backwards, a clump of dirty hair pressed against his face, and the stench of blood and sweat filled the air. His mouth and nostrils, his throat already felt the hot, ravenous breath from the werewolf's mouth...

Go away! Harry pulled out his hand with difficulty, and poked Fenrir hard with his wand.

This is the easiest way Fan Lin taught him. If you are jumped in the face by a creature like a werewolf, don't use any spells, otherwise the werewolf will bite your neck off.

What needs to be done is very simple, trust your wand, poke him, and then burst as much magic as possible.

Immediately, Harry felt that his wand gave him the best feedback, and Fenrir's body quickly left him, and the burst of magic power directly lifted Fenrir away.

However, before Harry could stand still, a green light flew towards him at the same time; Harry quickly ducked, it was Bellatrix's Killing Curse, the lunatic,.

Without hesitation, Harry rushed into the scuffle again.

His foot tripped over something soft and slippery on the floor: there were two people lying face down in a pool of blood, but there was no time to check now.

Just then Harry saw a mass of flaming red hair flash past him: she was trapped by that squat Death Eater named Amikas,

Now dodging one spell after another flying towards her; Amikas giggled as he fired the spell: Cruciate... Cruciatus...you can't hide like this forever, Little beauty...

It was Ginny, and she was being hunted down by a Death Eater with the Cruciatus Curse.

Harry felt that his brain was congested, as if he had entered the berserker inspired by the black magic that Snape once described, and Harry felt his pupils were slightly red.

Of course, this may be an illusion, but that woman...

Shenfeng Wuying! Harry raised his wand without hesitation.

The spell hit Amikas' chest: a huge penetrating wound appeared on Amikas' body, and he screamed like a pig in pain, and was thrown through the air and hit the wall on the opposite side of the corridor , and finally slid down from the wall, leaving a trail of scarlet blood, and disappeared behind Ron, Professor McGonagall, and Lupine who were fighting the Death Eaters.

At the head of the group, Harry saw Tonks confronting a huge, blond-haired wizard who was firing dozens of spells in every direction, bouncing off the walls around them, Cracked the stone, broke the windows nearby...

For a moment, the wizard's destructive power was fully displayed, and Harry suddenly understood what he had learned and mastered.

wizards, magic...

Sure enough, besides knowledge, fighting is the most important part of a wizard.

Harry, where are you from? Ginny yelled at him, but Harry didn't have time to answer her question. He lowered his head and rushed forward, narrowly avoiding a flash of light passing overhead. Snape must not be allowed to escape, he must catch up with Snape...

Don't let him run away! Professor McGonagall felt it, so he immediately shouted from behind.

Harry nodded, and then took a hasty glance. Sirius had already chased him out before that, and Fan Lin...

Hermione is here, in fact, Harry hopes to go with Fan Lin, so that he can be 100% sure to kill all those people here!

However, Harry didn't stay too long.

Harry caught sight of the female Death Eater, Alecto, escaping down the corridor with her head in her hands, followed by her reluctant brother.

Harry ran after them, but tripped over something and fell on someone's lap. He looked back to see the round, pale Neville lying flat on the floor.

Neville, are you okay...?

I'm fine, Neville whispered, putting his hands on his belly, Harry... Snape and Malfoy... just ran over...

I know, I'm chasing them! said Harry, leaning on the ground and casting a spell at the large Death Eater who was causing chaos.

Harry didn't care what the spell was, anyway, these people deserved to die.

From the Death Eaters who wreak havoc at Hogwarts, Harry has absolutely no desire to stick to the so-called bottom line.

The curse hit his face, and the huge explosion made him howl in pain. Visible to the naked eye, the Death Eater's face became blurred, maybe it was a blasting spell, and Harry saw the thick bones exposed It came out, but the vitality of the Death Eater was beyond imagination.

He turned around staggeringly, followed the brother and sister with heavy steps and fled away.

Harry hurriedly got up from the ground, he ignored the sounds of fighting coming from behind him, the cries of others calling him back, and the weak calls of Neville who was lying on the ground, who didn't know how injured he was. Chase down the corridor.

He turned the corner of the corridor, blood still slick on his sneakers; Snape was the mastermind behind it all.

Had he escaped by now through the cupboard in the Room of Requirement? Or that the Order of the Phoenix had taken protective measures to prevent Death Eaters from escaping that route?

He didn't hear anything, except his own footsteps running in the empty corridor and the sound of his heart beating. Suddenly he found a footprint covered in blood, which indicated that there was at least one food that was escaping. Dead Apostles are running towards the gate...

Harry's brain began to run rapidly, and everything about the Death Eaters came to his mind, including the defense deployment of Hogwarts. Harry had heard Fan Lin mention it before, and he didn't pay much attention to it at first, but now, Harry suddenly felt that this was extremely important.

It now appears that Professor McGonagall has taken over the defenses of Hogwarts, and that the Room of Requirement has indeed been sealed off... He turned the corner again, and as soon as the spell flew past him; he quickly hid in the hallway On the back of a nearby piece of armor, the spell hit the armor and it blew it apart. He saw the Death Eater brother and sister fleeing down the marble stairs ahead, and he aimed his spell at them, but only hit the portraits of witches wearing wigs on both sides, who screamed and hid in the nearby picture frame .

As Harry jumped up from the shards of armor, he heard more shouts and screams; the rest of the castle seemed to wake up too...  

Harry hurried down a short cut in the castle, hoping to catch up with Snape and Malfoy, who must have escaped the castle by now, ahead of the Death Eater siblings.

Harry jumped from memory to a hidden staircase half way down a few unseen steps, and finally knocked open a tapestry at the end to enter another corridor, which now stood a group of bewildered people in pajamas. Hufflepuff's student.

Harry! We heard shouts, and there are people talking about the Dark Mark...in the Observatory... Ernie McMillan said in a panic.

Get out of the way! Harry yelled, which startled Ernie, who was now covered in blood.

Pushing the two boys aside, Harry rushed to the landing and ran down the remaining few steps in pursuit.

The oak gate of the castle has been opened by a spell, and there are still bloodstains on the stone floor in front of the gate. Several terrified students are huddled together against the wall, and one or two are still covering their faces with their hands, trembling all over. non-stop.

Gryffindor's point hourglass has also been hit by the spell, and the rubies inside kept falling down, hitting the slate floor, making a loud crashing sound.

Harry walked across the great hall into the dark clearing in front of the castle: on the far side of the lawn he could barely make out half a dozen figures running in the direction of the Hogwarts gates, and as soon as they crossed the Through the gate, they can Apparate... From the appearance, the big yellow-haired Death Eater can be vaguely seen, and the two people running in front of him are Snape and Malfoy...

Harry ran after them desperately, his lungs filling with the cold night air; he saw occasional flashes of light in the distance, illuminating the figures ahead of him as he pursued them.

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