Casting spells

The two just looked into each other's eyes like this, and the war was about to break out...

But before anyone of them took the lead in making the first blow, two figures rushed in from the outside in the heavy rain. It was Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley.

Without any hesitation at all, the former rushed to Zhang Cheng at the first moment, stood on tiptoe and gave a passionate kiss. After a full minute, he said out of breath: "According to your request, everything is ready. .”

"Well done, you are more capable than I imagined. Now, it's time to reveal the final mystery and let these poor guys know why they lost." After finishing speaking, Zhang Cheng's eyes flashed undisguised malice , pushing the girl in his arms away.

He patted Ron's shoulder lightly, and asked with a half-smile, "Do you still remember our agreement?"

"Of course!" The boy raised his head, his face full of anticipation.

Zhang Cheng nodded in satisfaction: "Great! Now do what you should do, I promise you will get what you want soon."

"Damn! Ron! What's going on?" Arthur Weasley asked loudly.

As a diehard Dumbledore, he couldn't believe that his youngest son was actually on the side of the enemy, and it seemed that some ulterior deal had been reached.

"Dad, do you finally remember that I am your son?" Ron's tone was full of strong sarcasm.

"Ron! Pay attention to your attitude! He is your father!" Molly, the mother, noticed something was wrong and immediately yelled loudly.

"Hahahaha! You have always only seen capable Bill! Excellent Percy! Mischievous Fred and George Weasley! When did you pay attention to me? Even Ginny gets more love than me Much more! That's right! I overheard your conversation! Then I told others where this place is!"

With unscrupulous laughter, Ron finally vented all the dissatisfaction accumulated over the years.

envy!

Intense jealousy!

As the saying goes, no harm without contrast.

Compared with his brothers and sisters, he is undoubtedly the one who is most easily ignored on weekdays. If he hadn't become friends with Harry Potter in the first grade, no one would remember the name Ron Weasley at all.

"You... You bastard, do you know what you have done? I'm going to kill you!" Arthur obviously couldn't accept this fact, he raised his fist and slammed it on the face of his youngest son.

But before he got close, one of Ron's arms suddenly mutated, and he easily caught the fist, sneered and said with a sneer: "Save your energy, Dad, I'm not the same person I used to be, you can't be me at all!" Opponent. Get out of the way, I have work to do."

The voice just fell!

He shook his thick mutated arm vigorously, threw Arthur to the corner, followed by grabbing Minerva McGonagall at lightning speed, and said in an emotionless tone: "Sorry, Professor, Say goodbye to this world."

"NO!!!!!! Stop it! Don't do it!" Molly screamed like crazy.

Click!

The boy ignored his mother's violent reaction, and directly broke Minerva McGonagall's neck.

clap clap clap...

"It's wonderful! I'm very satisfied with your performance, Ron. In return, your parents can survive this war. Of course, the premise is that part of the memory needs to be cleaned." Zhang Cheng praised with a smile while applauding .

Friends turn against each other, father and son become enemies.

I don't know why, this kind of thing that thoroughly stimulates the dark side of human nature makes him feel addicted.

"Thank you!" Ron bowed slightly, and immediately took out his wand and pointed it at his parents. "Forget everything!"

moment!

Two bright lights hit Arthur and Molly's eyes, and the two immediately fell into a trance. After a while, they slowly recovered and looked around with puzzled eyes. It was obvious that they didn't remember many things.

At the same time, Harry Potter, who was knocked down just now, also woke up from the coma, quickly picked up the wand, stared at Dumbledore in the fierce battle with Voldemort with vicious eyes, and then grabbed one of the gaps, with an expression Distortedly uttered a deadly spell: "Bone-piercing ice!"

boom!

The huge ice ball suddenly exploded under the old man's feet, freezing his feet in place without moving.

If it is normal, it only takes a little time to solve this little trouble.

But the question is will the enemy give him this time?

the answer is negative!

Voldemort keenly seized this opportunity, turned his wand into a sharp black sword, and stabbed it into his chest with a bang...

Chapter 797 You Are All Pawns

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The bright red blood soon soaked through a large piece of clothing, and the tip of the sword stolen from the back continued to drip.

There is no doubt that the blow pierced directly through the heart of Albus Dumbledore.

Now as long as he draws out the sword, he immediately dies from bleeding within a few seconds, and no one can stop the death from coming.

Because this is not a simple transformation magic, but a vicious necromancer magic, and the black sword is not a sword in the ordinary sense, but carries a deadly curse.

Those unlucky enough to be stabbed will never heal properly, even with healing potions and spells.

"Nice job, Potter."

Voldemort, who felt that he was sure of winning, was not in a hurry to kill his opponent, but turned around and nodded approvingly at the "Savior".

Only after experiencing the full power of the Elder Wand first-hand can we understand why Dumbledore is called the greatest wizard of our time.

Although he had obtained a more powerful transformed body when he was resurrected, he still didn't take advantage of the battle just now.

If it weren't for the successful sneak attack in the end, it would be difficult to tell the winner without a few hours of effort.

However, Harry Potter, who was dazzled by hatred, obviously didn't have time to pay attention to the Dark Lord's praise, and walked straight up to him, raised his wand, grinned and growled, "I swear! I will let you taste the ultimate pain! Now is the time to fulfill your wish! Cruciatus!"

"what!!!!!!!"

Dumbledore screamed and fell to his knees with a plop, making a miserable cry.

No one can resist the severe pain caused by the Cruciatus Curse!

This mantra does not act on the body, but acts directly on the spirit and soul!

Just when Harry Potter wanted to vent his anger and hatred by torturing him, another clone that was exactly the same as Dumbledore quietly appeared in the dilapidated house, aimed at the boy and read out the same words. Mantra: "Cruciate!"

"Aaaaaaaaaa!!!"

No surprises!