Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

With a loud shout, Voldemort raised his wand and stabbed fiercely at his Dark Mark. All the Death Eaters with the Dark Mark engraved on their wrists felt severe pain from the mark.

The Death Eaters here, under the stimulation of the stinging pain, finally realized their situation, and tried their best to fight for their lives.

However, another team of Death Eaters that Voldemort placed his last hope in did not rush here with the captured hostages as he imagined.

He suddenly realized that another team led by Malfoy also had an accident, and now he was in big trouble...

......

"...help...my leg seems to be broken..."

"... uh ... my arm dislocated ..."

"...Professor...Professor...Wake up...Come here...Professor Horace has passed out..."

"...Oliver...Oliver where are you? Tell me you're alive!"

Cries, wailing, and calls for help rang out. Even with the help of the house elves, the teachers and students of Hogwarts still suffered heavy losses.

The three carriages were directly blown into fireballs, the whereabouts of the two professors were unknown, nearly half of the students were injured, and a small number of students escaped from the threat of the carriages, but failed to escape the doom that fell from the sky, and were thrown into minced meat...

"Quick, everyone be on alert, the danger has not been lifted..."

Professor Sprout urged loudly, the wand in his hand was tightly clenched, and his eyes looked around anxiously.

Suddenly, she seemed to see something, her cheeks covered in cold sweat turned pale instantly, and her voice was extremely desperate.

"De... Dementor!!!"

Chapter 581 The Last Battle·Students' War

"Dementors!"

The shrill and somewhat ear-piercing shout broke the silence of the woods.

A series of black ghosts that looked like tattered wadding floated towards the place where the students fell, their posture was leisurely and leisurely, as if they were dancing.

But it was such a leisurely figure that made all the surviving teachers and students in the forest change their expressions.

The lake by the forest, because of this group of cold creatures approaching, slowly condensed a layer of frost, and everyone who saw their shadows felt a bone-chilling chill from the bottom of their hearts.

Everyone knows, that's the feeling of being happy away from...

"Quick, quickly use the Patronus Charm! Quickly"

Professor Sprout yelled loudly, with a hint of unconcealable despair in her voice, even though she knew that Professor Ancient One had emphasized on this spell in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class at school.

But in this situation, she was not sure how many people could successfully summon the Patronus Charm and escape the clutches of the Dementors.

&o Patronum! "

A naive badger emerged from the quicksilver magic flowing from the tip of Professor Sprout's wand, waved its two sharp claws, and growled and threatened the approaching dementors. , driving away.

In this deep darkness, Professor Sprout tried her best to light up the light of safety for the students.

&ronum”

&o Patronum! ! ! "

&o Patron..."

Under the reminder of Professor Sprout, the students all reacted. All the students who had learned the Patronus Charm wiped away the tears from the corners of their eyes, looked at the direction where the dementors were attacking, raised their wands, and trembled. shouted.

A faint ray of light lit up...but in an instant, it was submerged in deep darkness. Professor Sprout's premonition came true. Under the current situation, who can be happy?

The useless rays of light flashed away, like matches in a strong wind, before they glowed and heated up, they turned into bubbles and disappeared with the wind.

The students clutched their wands, cried and yelled, and prayed for the Patronus Charm to appear. They had all learned how to deal with this terrifying magical creature...

But just like the former Sirius, all they have learned is knowledge, and the ability to apply the knowledge they have learned to reality is not what they possess...

"Avada eats a big melon!"

In the depths of the pitch-black forest, a ray of green light hit Professor Sprout's gentle body. In an instant, countless spells struck like machine guns one after another.

Madam Pomfrey, who was checking and bandaging the wounds of the injured students, was blown into the arms of a student whose lower body was hanging on a tree, and passed out.

Huo Qi, who had a bunch of classmates hanging on his broomstick, was ignited by the flames and fell towards the frozen lake out of control.

Between the sharp spells, Professor Sprout's eyes lost their luster, and the naive Badger seemed to sense something. He turned his head and took a deep look, and rushed towards the group of dementors without looking back.

That resolute posture, like her master, is fighting to protect the students until death...

"James!!!"

In the air, Sirius, who discovered the vision of the forest, roared loudly, and drove the broomstick that James Potter gave him, and flew towards James' direction.

In the distance, James Potter, who had a perfect understanding with Sirius, immediately guessed the meaning of the other party after hearing the other party's shout.

With a flick of the broom under the seat, several classmates who were rescued by him were all thrown into the devil's tomb arranged by Professor Sprout.

"quick!"

With a roll, he escaped the hidden arrows from the forest. As the two staggered, Sirius made a vertical leap and jumped behind James Potter.

"Rush! Thousands of arrows piercing the heart!"

The broomstick looked so silky in the hands of James Potter, the Seeker who had been the Quidditch champion for three consecutive years.

A rounded arc slid across, throwing away two traces of magic, and then pressing down, Sirius' magic was like an aerial bomb, reaping the lives of the hidden Death Eaters in the forest.

"Damn it! Kill them!"

In the depths of the woods, Malfoy was covering the bloody wound on his face, his veins were bulging, and he looked at the broomstick bastard in the sky angrily, waving his wand, unforgivable curses, vengeance towards the sky Call to go.

"Potter! Go on!"

A loud shout startled the two of James who were avoiding the spell. They turned their heads and saw Snape, whose clothes had turned into bat wings, holding a bottle of transparent and colorless potion in their direction. Throw it.

"My improved volatile water of life and death, smash it over!!"

Hearing Snape's words, and looking at Snape's back resolutely flying in the direction of the dementor, James Potter took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and nodded.

He caught the round medicine bottle and handed it to Sirius behind him.

"Padfoot, leave it to you!"

"Hahahaha, don't worry, prongs, bat spirit, watch my show! Charge!"