Hogwarts: I am the White Lord

Thinking of the last flash of the Armor Charm before Dumbledore, and the scene of him falling down the tower with his eyes wide open, Barty couldn't help laughing.

"The most powerful wizard in the world? He doesn't even know that the Shield Charm cannot stop the Killing Curse." He shook his head, his voice full of mockery.

But if you think about it carefully, this is not surprising.

In the end, Dumbledore was already exhausted and unable to cast any complex spells. He could barely hold up an Shield Charm, which was already beyond the limit of ordinary people. But the facts proved that this last bit of struggle was nothing but futile.

Little Barty narrowed his eyes, walked to the railing, looked down at Dumbledore who fell at the bottom of the tower, and the smile on his face became colder.

"Hahahaha, Dumbledore died in our hands!" Bella laughed like crazy, with an unconcealable madness on her face.

She walked quickly to the edge of the terrace, looked up at the night sky, raised the wand in her hand, and spoke in a sharp and excited voice.

"There is a beautiful decoration missing here, the corpse reappears!"

As Bella cast her spell, a cold green light shot up into the sky, like a sharp blade piercing the sky.

The light gradually dispersed and gathered into a huge mark in the night sky - it was a skull with a serpent coiling out of its open mouth.

A faint green light burned in the skull's eye sockets, and a poisonous snake twisted its body in its mouth, as if sticking out its tongue, mocking everything in Hogwarts.

Little Barty looked up and gazed at the symbol of victory, his smile deepening.

Then he bent down and picked up Dumbledore's wand, an ancient yet elegant wand with intricate patterns carved on its surface, as if telling of its long history.

He raised the wand to his eyes and examined it for a moment, then solemnly placed it in his arms.

"Mission accomplished!" he whispered to himself, his voice filled with irrepressible excitement.

The operation tonight was a complete victory. Not only did they successfully obtain the wand that the master wanted, but they also personally dealt with the Dark Lord's greatest enemy, Albus Dumbledore.

Thinking that his master's reward was about to fall upon him, little Batty's face was filled with unconcealable pride.

As the biggest contributor tonight, no one can shake his position, not even the crazy Bella.

"Dumbledore's death is just the beginning." Little Barty shouted enthusiastically, "No one can stop the power of the Dark Lord!"

boom--

The door behind him was pushed open again, and Peter Pettigrew and the Carlo siblings ran in with pale faces.

"It's unstoppable. Professor McGonagall is too powerful. Professor Flitwick is here too. Let's go! McNeill is dead."

Hearing the thumping sound coming from the stairs, the arrogance on Barty's face subsided a little: "I guess we can't go back to Snape's office."

"Then let's break out to the school gate. McGonagall shouldn't have had time to revoke my authority." Snape stood up again at some point, but his face was a little pale, as if he had just suffered a serious injury.

Time was urgent, and the Death Eaters had no time to treat Dolohov who was still in a coma. They turned into black smoke and flew towards the school gate.

However, just as they took off, they were disrupted by a sudden spell. The Carlo brothers' elder brother, Amycus Carlo, was hit by several spells and fell from the sky without a sound.

"Brother!" Alecto Carlo exclaimed, trying to catch the other person's falling figure.

Little Barty looked back hurriedly and found that many students were flying towards the castle on broomsticks. With the light of the Dark Mark, it could be seen that most of them were students from Gryffindor and Ravenclaw.

Their faces were filled with excitement, they shouted slogans randomly, and fired spells madly at the Death Eaters as they flew.

"Don't run! Put down your wand and surrender!"

"Did Merlin give you the courage? How dare you come to Hogwarts and act wild!"

"Stop now! I promise on my honor that I will never kill you!"

"Tell my mom I'm not a coward!"

"From today on, no one can say that all Ravenclaws are nerds!"

"Don't fight any more," Little Batty shouted, adjusting his direction and continuing to fly forward. "The mission assigned by the master has not been completely completed yet. The mission is the most important thing. Don't let these students hold us back."

Alecto Carrow ignored it and continued to fly in the direction where her brother fell, but the moment she grabbed the other's collar, dozens of magic lights flashed on the ground.

"Fuck!" Alecto Carrow only had time to curse before he was hit by numerous spells, and then he and his brother fell heavily to the ground one after another.

Cedric ran over with a group of Hufflepuff students. It was no longer realistic to continue chasing them without a flying broom, but killing a Carrow sister was still a gain.

On the other side, Harry, Ron and Professor McGonagall had already chased to the top of the observatory, but all they saw was the black smoke of the Death Eaters going away.

"Damn it, I was a step too slow!"

Harry's eyes were full of anger, and he fired spells frantically at Peter Pettigrew's figure.

At this moment, Neville's voice suddenly rang out: "Harry, Ron, I've brought your broomsticks over here, go ahead!"

Harry jumped onto the Firebolt and rushed out like an arrow, followed closely by Ron.

Just as Neville was about to leave, he heard Professor McGonagall shouting, "Neville, weren't you watching the door to the common room? Why are they all running out?"

Hearing this, Neville's figure swayed violently and he almost fell off his broom. You know, he was not very good at flying on a broom.

Neville quickly grabbed the broom and smiled awkwardly at Professor McGonagall.

"Professor, I sealed the door. No one can get out of the common room door. But the twins took everyone out of the window and I couldn't stop them."

"Professor, wait a moment. I will go help Harry and Ron first, and bring the twins back so that they can receive your lecture."

As he said this, he flew out in a hurry, fearing that if he was a second late his broom would be forcibly requisitioned by Professor McGonagall.