The Mightiest Badger at Hogwarts

While Link was communicating with Dumbledore, Voldemort, who was wearing a pitch-black half-armor in the distance, had already completed a set of blood-shrinking knife moves in a graceful manner.

This is a skill he practiced hard when he was young.

Handsome and elegant, very consistent with his noble lineage and supreme status.

The only pity is that as his age increases and his magic attainments increase rapidly, this ultimate melee combat skill has no use anymore and becomes like a useless thing.

But now, with the bloody sword in his hand, the situation is finally different again.

"Hahaha--"

He laughed wantonly and felt extremely refreshed.

The blood-colored sword energy in his hand was slashed out one after another. It seemed that the force was not very strong and the speed was not very fast, but it actually slashed out several terrifying bloody sword energy and shot straight into the sky, seeming to kill Link, Dumbledore, and even the stars in the universe. Chop them together!

Link and Dumbledore on the other side finally completed their communication.

Link raised his hands and controlled Qingfeng to tie Dumbledore, who was already weak in mobility and had almost lost the ability to move at high speeds due to injuries, to a position about half a foot behind him, and then he took Dumbledore with him and suddenly Walking in the wind, constantly flickering and moving between the bloody blades.

Dumbledore was not idle either. Although he was jolted to death by Link's frequent turns, he was still controlling the golden and white holy light to help Link block those sharp blades that were really unavoidable.

The two of them slowly approached Voldemort.

Voldemort was not afraid at all, he laughed wildly and charged forward with his sword.

Upon seeing this, the corner of Link's mouth slowly raised a slight arc.

The fog armor around him was peeled off from Link's body the moment Voldemort stepped forward, and then he maintained his human form and rushed towards Voldemort with open arms.

Voldemort raised his long knife and was about to chop it off.

With a sharp weapon in the body, the murderous heart starts from the beginning.

Just like when he got a hammer and wanted to hit everything he saw, Voldemort also wanted to chop everything he saw after mastering the technique of combining objects and demons.

But just as he made some movement in his hands, his whole body froze.

The Voldemort soul in Harry's body has been in a state of slumber all year round. It was only recently awakened by No. 1 who had the largest soul size and swallowed the original soul. Naturally, it had never seen Link's steam bomb.

But Gerrard is different.

He had witnessed that kind of terrifying magic from the memory of his main soul!

Now that I see this newly returned soul body actually taking the initiative to cut the steam bomb with the blade made by him, how can I still hold back?

Driven by fear, Gerald resisted Voldemort's control with almost unprecedented determination.

The entire bloody sword was also trembling crazily during the confrontation between Gerald and Voldemort.

This finally made Voldemort realize that something was wrong.

Relying on the conscious connection between the divided souls, he finally understood Gerald's thoughts, and his eyes gradually became wary when looking at the fog armor in the distance, and in the end he only tentatively swung two swords from a distance.

boom--

The moment the bloody blade came into contact with the fog armor, a huge amount of high-temperature steam spurted out, dyeing the entire world a fiery white.

This is super-compressed steam that has been roasted under extreme fire, and subsequently blessed by Dumbledore's golden light. The corrosive and destructive capabilities it possesses at this moment are beyond the scope of ordinary people's understanding.

Even the thick darkness that diffused from Voldemort's body faded away in front of this white steam.

Voldemort's reaction was not slow at all.

As he raised his hand, the wind suddenly rose, and the fierce hurricane rolled up around it. In an instant, a large group of clean space was opened up in the white steam all over the sky.

But it was too late.

The surrounding temperature had already risen rapidly under the scorching steam, reaching a level that even Voldemort found unbearable.

The most important thing is that the white steam carrying Dumbledore's golden light is no longer a purely physical gas.

The magic contained in it greatly suppressed Voldemort's perception, causing his mental power to scan everything around him to be trapped in the space created by this small hurricane.

Then, several huge disappearing curses with a diameter of nearly three meters were shot at Voldemort from all over the fog. At the same time, there were also air bombs brewed by Link!

Its attack area was so wide that it directly blocked all Voldemort's escape routes.

"Heh! Small tricks!"

Voldemort opened his mouth, rose into the air with a grin, and raised the long knife diagonally above his head.

After a short period of energy accumulation, the whole person fell suddenly, and the bloody long knife turned into a shadow as Voldemort waved his arms, flying around him like a bird.

The scarlet blade mixed with the pale white steam explosion formed after the supersonic slash almost connected into a sheet, wrapping Voldemort tightly inside it, and continued to spread around in the shape of a ball!

Wherever the extremely sharp blood-colored blade passed, all the surrounding disappearance spells and air bombs collapsed, and even the surrounding space was cut into fleeting fine cracks!

Five full seconds later, Voldemort landed quietly after striking out the final sword.

The attack just now put a lot of burden on him, and even he was breathing heavily at the moment.

But it's all worth it.

Because after the sword storm just now, all the surrounding obstacles including the white mist have been chopped into pieces and turned into nothingness.

Link and Dumbledore themselves were also stabbed several times. They were floating in the air a hundred meters away, with several deep wounds visible on their bodies, and blood was constantly flowing out.

The faces of the two people were filled with emotions of panic and fear.

If Link hadn't run so fast just now and Dumbledore's golden light was powerful enough in defense, they might have been chopped into pieces long ago.

Seeing Link and Dumbledore in the distance still trying to use healing spells and potions to stop the bleeding, Voldemort raised his head and laughed proudly:

"It's useless. All the slashes I create have the characteristics of cursed magic. There is no corresponding counter-curse. Even if you wash your wounds with Phoenix tears, it won't heal! You all, go to hell!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Dumbledore and Link's movements of pouring the potion into their mouths suddenly froze, and their expressions became extremely weird.

Voldemort thought they were in despair, so he smiled more and more wantonly while leaning on his sword.

But the next moment, the laughter stopped abruptly.

Because he was shocked to find that Link, who was floating in the distance, waved his hand, and the wounds on him and Dumbledore stopped bleeding and began to heal slowly.

This healing speed is very slow, and the damage caused by the slash is actually still there.

But with the help of a large amount of potions, Link and Dumbledore still avoided the bloody death, and also had the ability to continue fighting.

Gu Cui</span>And just when Voldemort was surprised by the scene before him and was speechless, Gerald's voice also rang in his mind:

'I said, in fact, I can understand your emotions that have just woken up and you are eager to vent.But before that, can you carefully read the content of the information I sent to your consciousness?

It contains almost all the information about Dumbledore and Link!

If you have watched it once, you should know that Link Foley studied under Severus Snape, and his best spell is the Shadowless Curse, which is an attribute controlled by advanced legends. It is also a curse of magic.

And now, you actually expect to rely on the slashing damage caused by the cursed magic to kill them? '

The astonished look on Voldemort's face slowly became calm during Gerald's explanation, and finally became extremely cold, like a thousand-foot cold pool, deep and bone-chilling.

This made the anger in Gerald's heart subside quickly, and he had a vague feeling of bad premonition, and said slightly panicked:

'I must have said the wrong thing!You can see now that it’s not impossible!But you must not use me as a weapon anymore, I am almost...'

Gerald’s voice was blown away in the wind.

Voldemort, who was grabbing him, had already risen into the sky, holding the long knife in his hand and once again assuming the same charging posture as before.

This made Gerard couldn't help but want to scream, and the blade of the bloody sword was constantly trembling.

At the same time, looking at this scene, Link and Dumbledore in the distance both smiled.

"It should be almost done, right?" Link said with a smile, "Our attacks just now were all aimed at the knife, and almost all of them hit the same side point. The most important thing is that these The attack is also mixed with your holy light and my fierce fire. These two energies have great restraint on Horcruxes. Coupled with Voldemort's unscrupulous usage, even if the long sword transformed from the soul is no longer It’s so strong that it should be almost scrapped!”

Unlike Link, Dumbledore's whole aura seemed quite sluggish, there was no trace of pride on his face, and his smile was full of bitterness.

He nodded hard and said:

"I agree with your statement. If there is another wave, the soul-splitting blade will be broken. But the question is, how can we survive the opponent's next round of attacks until the blade is broken?"

Link took a deep breath and looked at Dumbledore's chest.

The coquettish dark blue nightgown with stars had long been torn, and Dumbledore's skinny chest was exposed to the air.

To be honest, Dumbledore is already in pretty good shape.

A normal old man who is over 100 years old is not as strong as him, at least the ribs on his chest are not clearly visible.

But at this moment, the chest that still had some flesh was engraved with several long light red marks.

This was Voldemort's previous work.

Since the official battle, Dumbledore has been beaten repeatedly three times, and the wounds caused by Voldemort have damaged his internal organs. If Link hadn't fed him the Felixir earlier, he might have suffered a heart attack. They will all be chopped into pieces.

Nowadays, Dumbledore will definitely not lose his fighting ability.

But if we want to take another round of the flurry of swordsmanship that Voldemort just performed...

There will be a big funeral at Hogwarts tomorrow.

And it is estimated that they will need to find an undertaker to sew Dumbledore's cut into pieces body back together so that he can be buried intact.

Link lowered his eyes and sighed longly:

"You're such a bad old man, you're really going to cause trouble for me. You usually act so strong, but I didn't expect that you would let me down at a critical moment."

"I'm so sorry..."

Dumbledore spoke slowly, his tone not showing any dissatisfaction due to Link's offensive words just now, but rather a kind of gentleness.

He smiled and looked at Link and the Hogwarts Castle behind Link, with a faint light shining in his eyes.

"However, we have already reached this point. If we persist a little longer, it won't be impossible."

Stop talking.

Golden-white light rose again, but what was different from before was that this time there was a faint flame burning in the golden-white light.

As the flames gradually clung to Dumbledore's body, his original malaise was swept away by his breath.

"Listen, Link." Dumbledore, who seemed to be decades younger in an instant, said, "I know that your fog armor has the ability to absorb damage. The higher the enemy's attack frequency, the greater the damage caused by the high-temperature steam inside. The power contained in the explosive bombs will be stronger.

Next, I will help you block most of the slashes. You don't need to doubt me on this point. If I say I can block it, I will definitely block it.All you need to do is maintain the fog armor.Wait until the opponent's soul-splitting person is broken, then let your fog armor get close to the enemy and detonate it, directly attacking the opponent's body.

In this case, I believe that the other party will be seriously injured even if he does not die.You also have a little possibility of victory.

do you understand? "

Link's expression didn't change much the whole time Dumbledore was talking.

His eyes were always focused on the roiling flames on Dumbledore's body.

As a master of controlling severe fire, he could clearly feel the energy that was constantly emitting from this flame, which was completely opposite to the power of the curse.

That is the energy that is originally called life force.

In other words, Dumbledore was burning his life in exchange for power.

"Link! Did you hear what I said?!"

Dumbledore scolded in an unprecedented serious tone.

Hearing this, Link finally raised his head and mocked Dumbledore with his nostrils, imitating Draco's usual arrogance:

"A half-dead old man like you wants to come over and join in the fun. Are you kidding me? Fox, come here quickly and take this old man back and lay him down!"

"Now is not the time to be willful, Link, listen to me, this is the only way we can defeat Voldemort and protect Hogwarts. Without my help, you would have survived that level of terrifying attack. There is no way to retain combat effectiveness. In this case, you will have no capital to fight against the enemy's body!"

Dumbledore said seriously, "And you can't command Fawkes at all. That's my phoenix. She will only obey my orders, even if she likes you very much."

"Oh? Are you sure?"

Link still raised his head and said with a stern expression. 33 novel network

As soon as he finished speaking, a gorgeous phoenix emerged from the flame vortex behind him.

The warm phoenix fire quickly enveloped Dumbledore, leading him to break through the space and disappear.

It wasn't until this moment that the unruly smile on Link's face finally dissipated.

He slowly turned his head and looked at Voldemort, who was flying towards this side with his sword in the distance, his eyes full of solemnity.