Djinn starting from Marvel

While Voldemort was enjoying the cheers of the crowd, a huge burst of magic suddenly erupted from above the Forbidden Forest.

That was the conflict between Dumbledore and Aldas Sin. Shortly after entering the Forbidden Forest, Dumbledore bumped into Aldas Sin.

With no time to communicate, and no one around to protect, the two, no, the two dragons had a fierce conflict.

The dragon's roar resounded across the sky, and the huge force knocked down the entire tree. The light of the curse even blocked the sunlight in this area.

Looking at the terrifying battlefield, Voldemort suddenly hated the sounds that had been echoing in his ears. However, those sounds were not moved by his will now, and they kept shouting.

Above the sky, Odascin waved her wings. She hated fighting with blue dragons. These annoying guys who could abandon their bodies would just keep dodging like a fly.

Dumbledore hated this feeling of dancing on the tip of the knife even more. He was like a small boat in the sea, and he would be completely submerged in the deep sea if he was not careful.

"I think, Odascin, I have told you everything I need to say." Dumbledore wavered, and he described Voldemort's existence and some things to Odascin, "If you really I’m very unwelcome and I can leave now.”

"Dumbledore! This is not a place where you can come and leave whenever you want!" Odascin was still pestering.

Dumbledore kept turning the wand in his hand. Now the bonus the wand could provide was very limited, but it was better than nothing. He didn't want to get entangled in it now.

Summoning the killing intent in his heart and integrating his emotions into the spell, Dumbledore pointed at Aldas Sin, "Avada Kedavra!"

Odascin became excited. The blue dragon finally stopped using those tickling spells, and a heavy sound came from her throat.

Dragon Roar-Dragon Soul Tear!

This is a kind of dragon roar that is specifically targeted at dragons. It can make all dragons feel the taste of death from their souls, and make some weak ones really die. After all, the dragons in the Harry Potter world are still far from immortality.

Two forces targeting the soul collided in mid-air, and the surging light was full of temptation for the soul, attracting the weak to give up life and pursue death.

In this light, a sparkling phantom was gathering, but before it really started to condense, the phantom disappeared because of the end of its power.

Odascin was a little irritated in reality. She didn't see clearly what it was. However, she soon became angry because Dumbledore was missing!

Apparently, after a serious fight, Dumbledore left the Forbidden Forest.

After hovering in the air for several times, Odascin still did not go to the Hogwarts campus. After all, she had other things to consider.

After initially showing their power, some extraordinary creatures in the Forbidden Forest also decided to join her team, on the premise that the young children must be sent to a safe place.

Therefore, in fact, like Dumbledore, Odascin is now transferring combatants from other places while also transferring non-combatants away.

That night, Hogwarts was brightly lit all night, and some of the wizards who had walked out of Hogwarts had returned to the school.

Some of them came to pick up their children and leave, and some came to participate in this battle.

They firmly believe that no matter what happens to those magical animals, wizards will always rule this magical world!

Squeak, the door of the hall opened, and a soldier with one leg and one eye missing walked in.

Coupled with the constantly rotating prosthetic eyes, his terrifying appearance stopped the sounds in the hall for a few seconds. This man was none other than Alastor Moody, a man who had fought countless times with Voldemort and Death Eaters. Great Auror.

"Hermione, is this your professor too? It's really scary."

Mrs. Granger asked Hermione in a low voice. They were picked up by Professor McGonagall. McGonagall had to ensure that every student was picked up safely from Hogwarts, including those born from Muggle families.

"Don't talk nonsense, that must be a hero's medal of merit." Mr. Granger said softly.

Hermione looked at Moody's Auror costume, and for a moment she didn't know whether to agree with her father's words. The Aurors brought by Fudge seriously damaged Hermione's good impression of this profession.

Moody seemed to hear what the Grangers said, "Obviously, some Muggles are much more polite and smart than those disgusting fellows!"

Muttering these words, Moody walked towards the depths of the hall, where was the combat preparation office.

To be honest, since there has never been a large-scale war, British wizards can be said to be in a mess now.

Even those duel masters invited by Flitwick were the same. They were good at fighting alone or in small groups, but they were not good at cooperating with multiple people to attack.

Moody walked into the noisy combat preparation office, where everyone was expressing their opinions, which was a headache to listen to.

"Before I came in, I saw a few little dragons falling in the forest. They are much quieter than here. Which side are the wild beasts?!" Moody mocked directly.

The sound in the meeting was quiet at first, and then became more noisy. Not many people present had a good relationship with Moody, and Moody was not to be outdone, and everyone complained.

Moody had never looked down upon these guys very much. They all looked pretty good. During the period when Voldemort was arrogant, many of them were as honest as quails.

Next to the conference room, Dumbledore and Nico Flamel looked at each other, both of them had a headache.

They wanted to organize all wizards, but now it seems that this is a bit impossible.

At present, only half of the wizards who are coming are already quarreling like this. If they all arrive, they will not split into one hundred and eighty camps. They will start fighting internally on their own side first.

"Otherwise, let's stick to the old method. It's better to fight on our own than to open fire indiscriminately. At least that way we can distinguish between ourselves and the enemy." Nicolème suggested.

"That's all." Dumbledore's head was almost big.

"What's the next step? Launch a direct attack in two days?" Nickleme continued to ask. He had never experienced this kind of war to greet each other.

"More or less, a centaur swordsman just arrived." At this point, Dumbledore had a headache. The centaurs now have completely exceeded his initial impression of this group. "Tomorrow, regardless of Hagrid, If you wake up or not, someone from Odascin will come and take him away, as well as some of the living magical animals and plants on campus."

"The exchange is that the Giant Clan will withdraw from this battle, and the Centaur Clan will remain neutral. In addition, the other party will not have the main goal of destroying the campus."

"After twelve o'clock tomorrow night, the peace regulations will be automatically lifted. Everything depends on one's ability."