The Mightiest Badger at Hogwarts

boom--

Two rays, one green and one black, collided fiercely.

At the intersection of the two magic spells, plasma flew, and the light caused by the energy collision was even more dazzling than the light emitted by the dragon-hunting crossbow exploded not far away!

They did not explode instantly like other spells and turned into floating energy, but were stagnant under the uninterrupted supply of magic power from Link and Voldemort.

Unfortunately, this stalemate is only temporary.

When it comes to magic power, Link is still no match for Voldemort in his heyday.

As Voldemort approaches and the magic output increases, the black beam originating from the ebony wand is being swallowed up by the green light little by little.

"Tsk..."

Knowing that he could not continue like this, Link frowned and smacked his mouth. As soon as he flipped his wrist, the black beam of light suddenly deflected along with the green light.

Link himself took this opportunity to escape from the attack direction of the Death Curse, and rushed directly into the 'magic turbulence layer' where various magic spells were constantly intersecting and exploding below.

Almost at the next moment, a ball of arrows from the dragon-hunting crossbow exploded in front of him, turning into a violent magical impact.

But there was no trace of panic on Link's face.

As if he had predicted it in advance, he turned slightly to one side and perfectly avoided it at an angle close to the limit without slowing down.

It wasn't too difficult for Link to do all this.

With the super-sensory spell fully activated, Link's perception ability was expanded to the extreme. The entire process of those terrifying magic explosions from birth to end was captured by his magic vision, which resulted in an almost predictable effect.

This is also the reason why he chose to rush into the magic layer.

Of course, he was not naive enough to think that this explosion would cause much trouble to Voldemort.

As long as it can slightly affect the opponent's pursuit speed, it is already considered a victory.

But Link still underestimated Voldemort's power.

Voldemort also encountered no obstruction after following Link into the magic layer.

But unlike Link, when faced with the torrent of magic power around him, he had no intention of avoiding it at all, but chose to rush directly towards it.

Those terrifying explosions that were enough to shatter rocks and rocks struck him like a breeze blowing over the cliffs, and could not have the slightest impact on Voldemort.

"Hahahaha! Link Foley! Don't even think about escaping this time! I'm going to catch you! Draw out every drop of your blood, and then kill you!"

Rushing out from a large explosion of colorful magic, Voldemort roared with a wild laugh.

Before he finished speaking, a small black-red lightning flashed out of Voldemort's hand, breaking through the space and attacking Link.

Link, who had sensed everything, had an extremely ugly expression.

He didn't even look back, he just raised the Voldemort Bat behind him and continued to sprint forward.

hum-

Small black and red lightning twisted and hit the cloak directly.

Seeing this scene, Scrimgeour, Old Kled and others were all trembling in their hearts.

If Link fell, both of their gangs would be doomed today.

But the strange thing is that nothing happened after the collision between the blood thunder and the black cloak formed by the Voldemort Bat.

Not to mention a violent explosion, not even a little bit of energy escaped.

Link's movements were still agile, and he didn't look like he had received Voldemort's blow forcefully.

He even used the impact of Voldemort's attack to increase his speed, widening the distance between him and Voldemort.

It was like... Voldemort's attack was swallowed up by that black cloak.

In fact it is.

The Voldemort Bat itself has a very strong ability to absorb and neutralize energy.

It is precisely because of this powerful ability that the Voldemort Bat is immune to the unsolvable existence of most magic spells except the Patronus Charm.

However, only Link himself knew that the Voldemort Bat's ability to block that blow was definitely not as easy as it seemed.

Because at the same time that the blood thunder just hit, Link heard a shrill scream from the Voldemort Bat very clearly.

It can degrade the vocal organ of the Voldemort Bat to the point where it is almost gone and the creature screams in agony. One can imagine how much damage the blood thunder caused to it.

But...what does that have to do with Link?

Unlike Arkham and Yo-Yo, Voldebats, pure dark magic creatures, have no emotions at all.

This kind of thing cannot be raised well no matter what.

The reason why it stayed with Link was entirely attracted by the strange energy in Link's blood.

Link knew all this very well, so he didn't care about the life or death of Voldebat at all.

Just like now Arkham and Yo-Yo also want to come out and fight.

Especially Yo-Yo, in its opinion, this kind of air combat is definitely its strongest area.

But Link refused to let them come out.

Under such high-intensity battles and torrent of magic power, they will most likely die in battle!

As for Voldemort, even if it was beaten to death by Voldemort, let alone being hit by Voldemort, Link wouldn't even blink an eye.

Link and Voldemort continued to shuttle in the turbulent flow of magic.

During this period, Link would try to fight back from time to time, but most of the magic spells he fired were used to resist incoming attacks and could not reach Voldemort at all.

On the contrary, the dragon-hunting crossbow team, under the command of Old Kled, continued to pour cannonballs around Voldemort.

Not only them.

Scrimgeour also saw Link's dangerous situation and directed the Aurors to focus on Voldemort.

Only with their delay could Link remain in a stalemate with Voldemort for such a long time.

Finally, after being hit head-on by the dragon-hunting crossbow again and missing the opportunity to catch Link, Voldemort became angry.

He turned his head and locked onto the Aurors and Hunters below. He waved his arm violently, and a large number of black and red fire arrows drew beautiful arcs in the air like meteors and rain, covering the position below.

"Use all protection quickly! Block it! You must block it for me!"

Old Klei roared like crazy, and his voice was so loud that it was hard to believe that it came from such a small body.

Upon hearing this, the surrounding hunters began to gather around the old saints, and the Aurors who were hiding aside finally came closer.

Then everyone raised their wands together, and the magic gathered together to form a translucent shield.

Because the defensive area has become smaller, this shield is obviously much thicker.

But this does not make any sense in the face of the absolute strength gap.

Boom boom boom...

Continuous explosions sounded above the shield.

Under such a terrifying attack, the shield and the entire land were trembling.

The hunters hiding under the shield were even worse. Their faces turned pale, and most of the magic power already consumed in their bodies was flowing out like a tide.

Seeing that his attack was blocked, Voldemort became even more angry.

A touch of blood-red began to appear in his pair of golden vertical pupils, and he roared extremely ferociously:

"Ants!"

A huge blood mine that was several times thicker than before suddenly fell down, directly blowing the shield and dozens of Aurors and hunters directly below into powder.

The expressions on the faces of Newland and Skeffen were difficult to describe in human language.

When they were in school, they all firmly believed that they could sacrifice everything for their ideals and beliefs, even to the point of death.

But now, the tragic sight in front of them made them start to waver.

War is always cruel.

Are they really prepared?

The same voice sounded in the hearts of the two of them. Newland and Si Gefen stood there blankly, unresponsive.

And above their heads.

Without the protection of the shield, the rain of fire finally fell.

Violent explosions sounded on the battlefield, constantly killing the hunters and Aurors.

A red light suddenly shot out from the side and split into two in mid-air, severely knocking Newland and Si Gefen away. At the same time, it also forced them to avoid a ball of black and red fire bombs.

The severe pain finally woke them up.

They looked blankly at the source of the attack, only to see the sweaty Emily glance at them coldly, move her lips slightly before turning her head and continuing to fight back upwards.

Si Gefen had learned lip reading, so he understood that what Emily was talking about was trash.

"It turns out I'm just a loser."

Si Gefen smiled bitterly and muttered to himself.

Si Gefen only felt that Emily's description of them was profound to the core.

If he were forced to make any modifications on this, it would probably be a self-righteous waste.

A feeling called despair spread in Si Gefen's heart.

But at this moment, from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Newland not far away, running like crazy, rolling and crawling.

"Ah, are you going to be a deserter?"

Si Gefen whispered in a voice that only he could hear, but his face rarely showed any sarcasm.

He smiled bitterly while looking in the direction Newlan was heading, but his expression froze the next moment.

Because what Newland was running towards was not some unknown escape route or some solid vault, but the cave where the Australian Oval Eye was.

Si Gefen's mouth slowly opened wide.

As if he suddenly thought of something, his eyes that had dimmed were filled with light again.

"Wait...ahem, let's go together!"

Si Gefen suddenly roared angrily, propped up his body with his iron sword, and started running after Newlan.

……

The other side of the position.

Scrimgeour waved his wand to block a fireball for the subordinate beside him.

Then he ignored the subordinate who was frightened into unconsciousness and stammered thanks. He lowered his head and took out a porcelain teapot tied with silver thread from his pocket.

This is a collection of the Department of Mysteries.

A special door key.

At the same time, it was also the culprit that caused a large-scale magical disaster.

Since its birth, it has been madly devouring everything within a 3-kilometer radius, and even its creator has not been spared.

It took the Memory Cancellation Command and the Accidental Magic Event Reversal Team two weeks to completely eliminate the impact of this incident.

There is no denying that this is a recipe for disaster.

But at the same time, it is also an artifact that can be called a bug.

As long as the pot lid is opened to a reasonable extent, it can carry at least 20 people for an ultra-long-distance random teleportation, and its effect will not be affected by any space restrictions at all.

The only problem is that.

Faced with such extremely unstable things, it is difficult to define what is a 'reasonable' range.

And once you open the lid of the pot too far, the scene at the beginning of its birth will reappear, and the powerful space turbulence will be completely out of control, strangling everything around it.

Scrimgeour's expression was extremely complicated.

He looked at the teapot in his hand, and then looked up at the hunters and Aurors around him who were dying under the attack of fire and rain. The hesitation in his eyes gradually became firmer.

Although I'm sorry for these 'robbers' who let them go at a critical moment, and although the cowardly behavior of abandoning teammates in the middle of battle is embarrassing, in order for the Auror force to continue, this is the only way to do it.

call--

Taking a deep breath, Scrimgeour hooked his wand, and the dozen or so Aurors around him were pulled to his side by a huge force, sticking closely to him.

Then the thin silver thread on the teapot instantly disintegrated.

Scrimgeour pressed hard with his left thumb, and the teapot was lifted open a small crack.

After a brief silence, an invisible and strange energy instantly enveloped the entire area where Scrimgeour and others were.

This kind of energy feels very strange, as if someone used a pair of scissors to cut that area out of the world.

Immediately afterwards, this area began to twist with the teapot as the center.

The space continued to collapse and compress, and eventually everything, including the teapot itself, was absorbed by the narrow slit on the teapot.

After a few seconds.

Over an unknown beach thousands of miles away.

Scrimgeour and the Aurors appeared out of nowhere.

They fell in free fall onto the gravel beach on the shore.

The sharp rocks cut their skin and cut open their flesh, and blood began to spread under them.

But even so, this group of people still didn't react at all.

They just lay twisted on the gravel, their bodies shaking constantly, and vomit spurted out of their mouths - the bad teleportation experience of the forbidden teapot had already destroyed their balance system!

Scrimgeour's condition is relatively good.

At least he was still conscious and knew to press the lid of the teapot tightly to prevent the worst from happening.

After a long time, Scrimgeour finally struggled to get up.

He shakily put the teapot into his arms, and picked off a piece of gravel embedded in his flesh from his face. Then he looked at the subordinates around him with a sad smile.

The loss is really too serious.

Even if they were lucky enough to use the forbidden item correctly - the teapot.

But the extremely unstable turbulence during the transmission still took the lives of eight of their team members.

Currently, there are less than 10 surviving Aurors around him.

And after experiencing such a horrific battle, how many of these survivors are still willing to continue fighting in the name of Aurors?

The Auror force has ceased to exist in name only...

Scrimgeour's laughter grew louder and shriller.

Smiling, turbid tears fell from the corners of his eyes, mixed with blood, like tears of blood.

More than ten years of hard work were ruined in one moment. It is hard to describe how I feel here.

But the next moment, the shrill laughter stopped abruptly.

"I can't give up yet!" Scrimgeour said to himself in a hoarse voice, "I want to return to the Ministry of Magic, I want to rebuild the Auror force, and I want to...send back the news of Voldemort's resurrection!"

After saying this, Scrimgeour seemed to cheer up again.

He tremblingly took out a large pile of magic potion from his arms, first poured a bottle on his face, then leaned down and began to check the injuries of the surviving team members one by one...