I, Hogwarts Second Week

The joyful waltz is over. The orchestra played a soothing and distant song, and the slightly melancholy tone gently brought people back to reality from a gorgeous dance.

People on the dance floor scattered.

Returned to his seat.

"Where have you been? I've been looking for you." Hermione panted and came over, her face still filled with unfinished excitement. She moved a chair and sat down next to Owen, seemingly unaware of what was next to her. The person has removed the Disillusionment Curse.

"Fu Rong's classmate dances so well. And she's tireless." The little witch was a little troubled.

Owen understood what she meant, reached out and picked up her legs and placed them on his lap.

"Beauxbatons teaches traditional court etiquette, you know, they have this course." Owen gently stroked the girl's legs, trying to relax her muscles.

Hermione smiled shyly.

There are other people around.

But even though she was shy, she still noticed Harry's bitter face.

And - there is a somewhat depressing atmosphere around.

"What's wrong Harry?" she said in a low voice, "Where's Ron? I didn't see him just now."

Harry's expression was stern, he didn't know what to say, but - it didn't matter anymore.

at this time. A big silver thing fell through the ceiling above the dance floor.

This is a guardian beast, but the specific appearance cannot be seen clearly. It fell among the frightened dancers, taking on the appearance of a ball of light.

People turned their heads and some of those closest to it froze comically.

Then the silver mist-like ball of light began to make sounds.

"The Ministry is down. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming."

Everything seemed so slow. Blurred.

Hermione retracted her legs and jumped up.

Harry also stood up and drew his wand.

And Owen - he stood up with a gloomy look and walked towards Dumbledore.

"Owen—" Hermione called him. But he ignored it.

Many people just realized what happened. The silver ball of light disappeared, and people still turned their heads and looked around. The silence was like cold river water, and then a wisp of ripples spread out from the place where the patron saint landed.

Some people screamed and tried to escape in panic.

Harry and Hermione rushed into the crowd, following Owen.

Watching the guests flee in all directions, my heart sank into my stomach.

"If I ask you to stop your plan immediately." Owen and the others ran near the Burrow Garden, and he rushed to Dumbledore who had taken off his disguise without stopping for a moment.

"If you die."

He took a deep breath.

Thoughts spread wildly.

He knows the world and the context of this story. He received Merlin's curse and wielded great power from the beginning. He saved countless tragedies in the original story and allowed everyone to embark on a decent path as much as possible.

He gave a lot of people a chance, even some with blood on their hands.

If you think of this world as a game.

So although the final BOSS has become stronger. But at least so far, his teammates are still alive and no one has died.

He wants to keep this record.

Until the final chapter.

"If you die." Owen stared at Dumbledore, "It will be my responsibility."

"Oh my God - Professor!" Hermione and Harry exclaimed at the same time.

They couldn't believe that the dilapidated wizard in front of them, with a dark body and some kind of burn marks on his neck and left face and left hand, could actually be Dumbledore.

Even in their dreams, they never imagined that one day they would see such a weak Dumbledore.

"What a surprise!" Dumbledore looked at Owen in surprise.

“But how can the front wave fall behind the back wave?”

He smiled and stood up.

Dragging his dying body. Facing three little wizards.

"Professor—" Harry's eyes widened. It's incredible.

"Oh - Harry," said Dumbledore, "don't worry - I'm off on my next great adventure."

Around them, more and more members of the Order of the Phoenix and the Federation appeared one after another.

They held up their wands.

Their voices were heard from a distance - ultimate protection - ultimate armor protection - safe guard.

A man appeared outside the Burrow.

That's Victor.

He limped to the clearing on crutches.

Then the cane hit the ground hard.

Countless stones floated up, and the complex ancient runes were like needles and threads, connecting these stones together.

Then an arched stone door was created.

Push open the door engraved with the Three Sacred Artifacts.

Another view is clearly visible.

——The twists and turns!

Members of the Order of the Phoenix began to direct the guests to evacuate.

Everything is planned.

In the distance, clouds of black mist fell from the sky.

Immediately afterwards, countless magic spells cut through the void and hit the protective spell protecting the Burrow.

The huge magic power left ripples on the dome.

It gives people the illusion that it is about to collapse.

"Well, children." Dumbledore stepped towards the fields. "Let us look at it as if we were going to a banquet."

Someone noticed it.

Owen heard at least dozens of people say his name.

The evacuation of guests slowed down.

Suddenly, he turned to look at Owen, blinked at him, and said: "Remember in the end - love can overcome all unknown malice."

The next second, the legendary wizard turned around and stepped on his way home.

The wind stopped.

The attack from the Death Eaters stopped.

Friends and enemies at the scene all set their eyes on the old man.

Everyone knew that Dumbledore's was their last fortress - either standing firm or being broken in one fell swoop. There will be a result today.

"Last time I let you escape, the punishment given by the Dark Lord is really fresh in my memory -"

A ball of black mist fell not far from Dumbledore.

Then a wizard in a black robe walked out of the mist.

Where he walked, the ground immediately dried up, the flowers and plants withered, and corrupt magic lingered around him.

"You shouldn't be like this - Tils." Dumbledore said lightly.

"This is all your fault." The dark wizard named Tils took off his hood, revealing a head covered with some kind of horns, and his face was full of rotten flesh and pus, which was extremely disgusting. "Why did you resist?" He said hysterically, "If you hadn't resisted, the Dark Lord would never have studied those magics - look at what I look like now - a monster! A monster!

This is all your fault!"

Suddenly, he raised his wand, and a green light rushed straight to Dumbledore.

"Die - why don't you die!"

The hideous voice echoed in the open space.

It frightened everyone who heard the voice.

Dumbledore turned sideways and dodged like a fallen leaf.

The next second he appeared behind the wizard named Tils.

Before joining the Death Eaters again, he was just a member of a famous dark wizard organization in Europe. A few years ago, he agreed to Voldemort to invade Hogsmeade Village. In that battle, he partnered with the werewolf Fenrir, and after the melee, the werewolf Fenrir was killed by Owen. And he took the opportunity to escape.

But it was obvious that Voldemort's money was not so easy to collect.

Dumbledore waved his wand, and countless weeds grew under his feet, quickly devouring Tils' body.

Tils threw another disgusting dark yellow spell. But Dumbledore dodged it.

The next second, a big fire rose from under his feet.

In an instant, the flames covered more than ten feet. Under such high temperature, finally, the monster that could not be killed by the killing curse turned into ashes and died completely.

This is the experience gained by the participants after fighting these monsters last time.

These corpse-like monsters will only die when they are completely turned into ashes, and ordinary broken arms and legs will only delay their mobility.

More black fog appeared around.

More and more dark wizards participated.

Dumbledore pointed the old wand at a pile of rubble, and the powerful magic gathered the rubble.

A stone statue of more than ten feet appeared on the ground in an instant.

The statue moved very quickly, and every time it punched, it would drive the stones on its body to smash towards the corresponding target.

Several dark wizards were in a hurry to escape and were hit by the stones.

But they were not dead. Even though half of their bodies were pressed under them, they were still alive and cursed.

Those dark wizards - the torn wounds did not flow with blood.

Instead, they were some kind of living monsters, parasitic on their bodies - messengers from hell.

The purple bat wings dragged the lower body like a worm. There were a lot of eye sockets on their dirty and disgusting bodies, and the yellow vertical pupils turned back and forth strangely.

In the mouthparts at the tail that flowed with unknown liquid, purple pulse beams swept down.

Dumbledore held up a shield to resist those beams.

Then he waved his wand deftly, and a powerful white magic gushed out from the tip of the wand.

A blazing, several-foot-thick ring of fire rolled up into the sky.

This was somewhat like the flame of the Fiendfyre, burning all the invading enemies crazily.

The golden flames finally turned into a fire dragon.

It roared and rushed into the sky, killing and wounding all the strange beasts in the sky.

A mouthful of dragon flame went down, and monsters rained down from the sky.

"The last dance?"

The flames turned into ashes, leaving only the residual warmth in the air.

An angry and cold voice sounded.

Black smoke billowed, and a figure fell to the ground.

The smoke dissipated.

A tall, thin man with scarlet vertical pupils like snakes, pale and terrible skin, and a head full of silver hair appeared in the open space.

In an instant, the other wizards at the scene were more or less stiff, and their faces were as silent as death.

"This time, it seems that you have no chance of escaping, Dumbledore."

Facing the doubt, Dumbledore seemed indifferent.

"You had a chance to turn back, Tom. But you ruthlessly abandoned it."

"Shut up!" Voldemort's face darkened and he fired a deadly spell, but Dumbledore dodged it. The spell hit the protective spell of the Burrow behind him.

The next moment, strong golden cracks spread on the protective spell, and the dome was like a broken mirror, evaporating little by little and turning into ashes little by little.

"When will you stop your arrogant tone?" Voldemort said coldly, "See? This is my power - tell me, what reason do I have to refuse?"

"There are things more powerful than these in this world." The power of the spell shot by Dumbledore's wand could be felt even by Owen and the others in the distance.

The guests fled. At the moment when the dome shattered, I didn't dare to stay any longer.

The Death Eaters rushed in, and the Order of the Phoenix came to resist.

A melee breaks out.

"And you don't understand this!" Dumbledore's voice still echoed in the open space.

Voldemort conjured a silver shield out of thin air to resist the spell.

No matter what spells Dumbledore cast, he could not destroy it.

"Ridiculous." Voldemort shouted, his scarlet eyes dancing with crazy flames. The flames would eventually burn himself, and then ignite the whole world - but at this time, he was obviously bewitched by the powerful power and could not even listen to this.

"This is a fact. I must admit that just taking your life will not satisfy me." Dumbledore was still calm. It was as if it wasn't him who was about to die, but Voldemort.

"Oh!" Voldemort was extremely angry, his face beating uncontrollably. The whole figure is like a volcano about to erupt, "Do you mean you can kill me whenever you want?"

He sneered: "Dumbledore - I think too highly of you even though you haven't slept yet."

After saying that, a powerful purple lightning was born out of thin air.

It hit Dumbledore in an instant.

Voldemort raised his wand.

The wand covered with crystals burst out with terrifying power.

Countless ferocious tentacles rose out of a black mist at the tip of the staff. He rushed towards Dumbledore who fell to the ground.

It was like a heavy hammer, hitting the ground one by one, causing everyone to tremble.

The dust cleared - Dumbledore was no longer there.

He apparated away.

Voldemort seemed to have expected this.

He smiled coldly and disappeared.

A burst of flame exploded, and he appeared again.

At this moment, Voldemort was standing in front of Owen and others.

"Careful!" Harry shouted in shock.

But just when he wanted to cast the spell.

An invisible force exploded violently.

His head felt like he had been hit hard. Dizzy.

Then his neck tightened - his whole body was caught by Voldemort.

"You are the heir!" Those scarlet eyes fell on Owen.

Breathing fire aggressively.

To be honest, Owen didn't feel much fear when facing these eyes.

To put it bluntly - the fear that Voldemort brought to him was nothing compared to the Outer Gods.

What surprised Owen was the power at his disposal.

That huge power.

Theoretically speaking - Voldemort clearly only has one copy of the ancient magic power in the Granted Tower.

But why - why is his strength so strong?

Could it be that the ancient magic power he mastered was all fake?