I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 549 Love can overcome all malice

The joyful waltz has ended. The orchestras played a soothing and distant song, and the slightly sad tone gently pulled people back to reality from a gorgeous dance.

The people on the dance floor scattered.

Returned to his seat.

"Where have you been? I've been looking for you." Hermione came over panting, with an unsatisfied look of excitement on her face. She moved a chair and sat down next to Owen, seemingly unaware that the person next to her had removed the Disillusionment Charm.

"Furong's classmates dance so well. And they are tireless." The little witch was a little distressed.

Owen understood what she meant and reached out to pick up her legs and put them on his lap.

"Beauxbatons teaches traditional court etiquette, you know, they have this course." Owen gently stroked the girl's legs, trying to relax her muscles.

Hermione smiled shyly.

There are other people around.

But despite her shyness, she still noticed Harry's bitter face.

And - there was a somewhat depressing atmosphere around.

"What's the matter, Harry?" she said in a low voice. "Where's Ron? I haven't seen him since."

Harry's face was grim, not knowing how to start, but - it didn't matter anymore.

At this moment, a large silver object fell through the ceiling above the dance floor.

This is a guardian beast, but its specific appearance cannot be seen clearly. It landed among the terrified dancers and appeared as a ball of light.

People turned their heads, and some of those closest to it froze comically.

Then the silver mist-like ball of light began to emit sounds.

"The Ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming."

Everything seemed so slow and blurry.

Hermione pulled her legs back and leapt to her feet.

Harry also stood up and drew his wand.

And Owen - he stood up with a gloomy face and walked towards Dumbledore.

"Owen—" Hermione called him, but he ignored her.

Many people just realized what had happened. The silver ball of light disappeared, and people were still turning their heads to look around. Silence was like cold river water, and then a ripple spread outward from the place where the patronus landed.

Some people screamed and tried to escape in panic.

Harry and Hermione rushed into the crowd, following Owen.

My heart sank into my stomach as I watched the guests scatter.

"If I ask you to stop your plan immediately." Owen and the others ran to the Burrow garden, and without stopping for a moment he rushed to Dumbledore who had taken off his disguise.

"If you die."

He took a deep breath.

Thoughts spread wildly.

He knows the world and the story. He was cursed by Merlin and had great power from the beginning. He saved countless tragedies in the original story and put everyone on a decent path as much as possible.

He gave many people opportunities, even some whose hands were stained with blood.

If you think of this world as a game.

So although the final BOSS has become stronger, at least so far, his teammates are still alive and no one has died.

He wants to keep this record.

Until the final chapter.

"If you die," Owen stared at Dumbledore, "it will be my responsibility."

"Oh my God - Professor!" Hermione and Harry exclaimed at the same time.

They couldn't believe that the wizard in front of them, who was in a shabby state, with a dark body and burn marks all over his neck, left face and left hand, was actually Dumbledore.

Even in their dreams, they had never imagined that one day they would see Dumbledore so weak.

"What a surprise!" Dumbledore looked at Owen with some surprise.

“But how can the front wave fall behind the back wave?”

He smiled and stood up.

Dragging his dying body, he faced the three little wizards.

"Professor—" Harry's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Oh - Harry," said Dumbledore, "don't worry - I am off to my next great adventure."

Around them, more and more members of the Order of the Phoenix and the Federation appeared one after another.

They held up their wands.

Their voices could be heard from afar - the ultimate protection - the ultimate armor protection - the safe guard.

A man appeared outside the Burrow.

That's Victor.

He limped to the open space with a cane.

Then the cane hit the ground heavily.

Countless stones floated up, and complex ancient runes connected the stones together like a needle and thread.

Then an arched stone door was created.

Push open the door engraved with the three sacred artifacts.

Another view is clearly visible.

——Bending the realm!

Members of the Order of the Phoenix began directing the guests to evacuate.

Everything is planned.

In the distance, black fog fell from the sky.

Immediately afterwards, countless spells broke through the void and hit the protective spell protecting the Burrow.

The huge magical power left ripples on the dome.

It gives people the illusion that it is about to collapse.

"Now, boys," said Dumbledore, stepping out into the field, "let us approach this as though we were going to a feast."

Someone noticed it.

Owen heard at least a few dozen people call out his name.

The speed at which the guests evacuated slowed down.

Suddenly, he turned to look at Owen, winked at him, and said, "Remember in the end - love can overcome all unknown malice."

The next second, the legendary wizard turned around and started his journey home.

The wind was still.

The attack from the Death Eaters stopped.

Friends and foes alike, everyone present fixed their eyes on the old man.

Everyone knew that Dumbledore's was their last stronghold - either it would stand or be taken. Today would tell.

"The last time I let you escape, the punishment the Dark Lord bestowed upon you is still fresh in my memory—"

A ball of black mist fell not far from Dumbledore.

Then a wizard in a black robe walked out of the mist.

Wherever he went, the ground immediately dried up, the flowers and plants withered, and corrupt magic lingered around him.

"You wouldn't have to do this - Tills." Dumbledore said lightly.

"This is all your fault." The dark wizard named Tils took off his hood, revealing a head covered with some kind of horns, and his face was full of rotten flesh and festering pus, which was extremely disgusting. "Why did you resist?" He said hysterically, "If you hadn't resisted, the Dark Lord would never have studied those magics - look at what I look like now - a monster! A monster!

This is all your fault!"

Suddenly, he raised his wand and a beam of green light came straight at Dumbledore.

<divclass="contentadv">"Die—why don't you just die!"

The ferocious sound echoed in the open space.

It frightens everyone who hears the sound.

Dumbledore turned sideways and stepped out of the way like a falling leaf.

The next second he appeared behind the wizard named Tiles.

Before joining the Death Eaters again, he was just a member of a famous dark wizard organization in Europe. A few years ago, he agreed to Voldemort's invasion of Hogsmeade Village. In that battle, he partnered with the werewolf Fenrir. After the melee, the werewolf Fenrir was killed by Owen. He took the opportunity to escape.

But it is obvious that Voldemort's money is not so easy to collect.

Dumbledore waved his wand, and countless weeds grew under his feet, quickly devouring Tilth's body.

Tils cast another disgusting dark yellow spell, but Dumbledore dodged it.

The next second, a huge fire rose from under his feet.

In an instant, the flames spread out more than ten feet. Under such high temperature, the monster that could not be killed by the killing curse finally turned into ashes and died completely.

This is the experience gained by the participants after the last battle with these monsters.

These corpse-like monsters will not die until they are completely turned into ashes. Ordinary broken arms and legs will only delay their mobility.

More black fog appeared around.

More and more dark wizards are getting involved.

Dumbledore pointed the Elder Wand at a pile of rubble, and the powerful magic gathered the rubble together.

A stone statue more than ten feet tall suddenly appeared on the ground.

The stone statue moved very quickly, and every time it swung its fist, it would cause the stones on its body to smash towards the corresponding target.

Several dark wizards were unable to escape and were hit by stones.

But they were not dead. Even though half of their bodies were crushed under them, they were still alive, cursing with their mouths open.

Those dark wizards - it wasn't blood that flowed from their torn wounds.

Rather, it was some kind of living monster that was parasitic on the body - a messenger from hell.

The purple bat wings dragged the worm-like body. On their dirty and disgusting bodies were a large number of eye sockets, and the yellow vertical pupils of their eyes moved back and forth strangely.

From the mouthpart at the tail that was flowing with an unknown liquid, purple pulse beams swept down like an overwhelming force.

Dumbledore held up a shield to block the beams.

Then he waved the wand deftly, and a powerful white magic gushed out from the tip of the wand.

A blazing ring of fire several feet thick rolled and rushed towards the sky.

This is a bit like the flame of a fierce fire, madly burning all invading enemies.

The golden flames eventually transformed into a fire dragon.

It roared and rushed towards the sky, and almost anyone who touched it died or was injured.

With a breath of dragon flame, monsters began to rain from the sky.

"One last dance?"

The flames turned to ashes, leaving only the residual warmth in the air.

An angry and cold voice sounded.

Black smoke billowed, and a figure fell to the ground.

The smoke cleared.

A tall, thin man with snake-like scarlet vertical pupils, terrifyingly pale skin and silver hair appeared in the open space.

In an instant, the bodies of other wizards at the scene froze to varying degrees, their faces as dead silent.

"It seems there is no chance of your escape this time, Dumbledore."

Faced with doubts, Dumbledore seemed calm.

"You had a chance to turn back, Tom. But you ruthlessly threw it away."

"Shut up!" Voldemort's face darkened and he fired a deadly spell, but Dumbledore dodged it. The spell hit the protective spell of the Burrow behind him.

The next moment, strong golden cracks spread across the protective spell, and the dome was like a broken mirror, evaporating bit by bit and turning into ashes bit by bit.

"When will you stop your arrogant tone?" Voldemort said coldly, "See? This is my power - tell me, what reason do I have to refuse?"

"There are things in this world that are more powerful than these." The power of the spell shot out from Dumbledore's wand was so powerful that even Owen and others in the distance could feel it.

The guests fled in panic, not daring to stay any longer when the dome shattered.

The Death Eaters rushed in and the Order of the Phoenix went to resist.

A melee breaks out.

"And you, just don't understand this!" Dumbledore's voice still echoed in the open space.

Voldemort conjured a silver shield from thin air to block the spell.

No matter what spell Dumbledore cast, he could not destroy it.

“Ridiculous,” Voldemort shouted, his scarlet eyes dancing with crazy flames that would eventually burn him and then the entire world - but at this moment he was clearly bewitched by the powerful force and didn’t listen to any of it.

"This is the truth, I must admit that just taking your life would not satisfy me." Dumbledore was still calm, as if it was not him who was about to die, but Voldemort.

"Oh!" Voldemort was so angry that his face twitched uncontrollably. He looked like a volcano about to erupt. "Do you mean you can kill me whenever you want?"

He sneered: "Dumbledore - I think too highly of you, Weimian."

After that, a powerful purple lightning appeared out of nowhere.

It hit Dumbledore in an instant.

Voldemort raised his wand.

The magic wand covered with crystals burst out with terrible power.

Countless hideous tentacles rose out from the black mist at the tip of the staff and rushed madly towards Dumbledore who fell to the ground.

It was like heavy hammers, hitting the ground one by one, causing most of the people to tremble.

The dust cleared - and there was no sign of Dumbledore.

He Disapparated away.

Voldemort seemed to have anticipated this.

He smiled coldly and disappeared on the spot.

There was a burst of flames and he reappeared.

At this moment, Voldemort was standing in front of Owen and others.

"Look out!" Harry yelled in shock.

But just when he wanted to cast the spell.

An invisible force suddenly erupted.

His head felt like it had been hit hard. He felt dizzy.

Then his neck tightened—and he was caught by Voldemort.

"You are the heir!" The scarlet eyes fell on Owen.

Spewing flames aggressively.

To be honest, Owen didn't feel much fear facing those eyes.

To be frank - the fear that Voldemort brought to him was nothing compared to the Outer Gods.

What surprised Owen was the power he controlled.

That huge power.

Theoretically speaking - Voldemort only has one ancient magic in the God-granted Tower

But why - why was the power he displayed so strong?

Could it be that the ancient magic powers he possessed were all fake?