Hogwarts lazy snake

What's worse, they climbed onto the roof and stood there with hideous smiles on their faces, like demons descending to the earth.

They shouted and laughed wildly and waved their wands wildly.

Green chains of light flew out from the tips of their wands and shot straight towards Gao Ke and the others. The chains of light flashed with strange lights, trying to pull them off their broomsticks and drag them into endless darkness.

These dark wizards attacked without scruples and spread wantonly on the streets. Some unfortunate ordinary Muggles were caught up in this magical war.

On the side of the street, an old man was carrying a basket of vegetables and preparing to go home. A black and red light rushed towards him like a horse that had broken free from its reins. The old man was hit by the light before he could even utter a scream.

His body instantly became stiff, his eyes were filled with fear and confusion, the basket fell to the ground, the vegetables rolled around, covered in dust.

Not far away, a child at play was brushed by a green light chain. The child burst into tears and a deep wound appeared on his arm, with blood flowing out. The little figure fell to the ground in panic. The Muggle adults around him screamed in horror and tried to protect the child, but how could they resist the ravages of magic?

Gao Ke yelled, "Everyone be careful, these attacks are very fierce, increase the attack! We must rush through!"

He nimbly controlled the flying broom, performing various difficult evasive moves in the air, and fought back with his magic wand.

Rays of golden light shot out from his wand, like the light of the sun god, colliding with the enemy's attacks, bursting into brilliant and dangerous sparks in mid-air, those sparks were like flowers of death blooming in the darkness.

An was flying rapidly ahead, her eyes revealing determination and fearlessness, and she only wanted to get to Horn as soon as possible.

Facing the attacks raining down from behind, she gritted her teeth and continued to cast defensive magic.

I saw a transparent shield unfolded behind her, the shield emitting a soft light, like the wings of a guardian angel, blocking most of the attacks.

But some attacks still brushed past her broom, causing it to shake a little. She tried to steady herself and continued to rush forward.

Other companions also used magic to respond.

Some cast powerful wind magic, chanting ancient spells. In an instant, a howling gale emerged, forming a powerful airflow, like an invisible giant hand, blowing the approaching attacks off course; others summoned raging flames, which roared like angry dragons and burned the black and green attacks to ashes.

However, the enemy's attacks became more and more fierce, wave after wave, like surging waves, and they gradually became overwhelmed. At this time, in the house, Voldemort heard the fierce movement outside, frowned slightly, and a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

He stood up, his wide dark green robe fluttering in the wind, like a king in the darkness.

He said to Carlo, "Go and see what's going on. Don't let those guys ruin my good thing."

Carlo bowed slightly, accepted the order, and quickly left the room.

Horn was still struggling in pain on the sofa, his consciousness a little blurred in the severe pain.

His lips trembled slightly, as if he was silently calling out the names of his companions. He had only one belief in his heart: I must hold on, they will definitely come to rescue me.

Gao Ke and others struggled to move forward under the attack of the black wizard. Every dodge and counterattack consumed a lot of their magic power and physical strength.

The distance between them and the house seemed to become infinitely far away, and every step forward came at a huge cost, just like a boat sailing upstream, struggling to sail in a storm.

But they had no intention of retreating, because they knew that Horn was still waiting for them to rescue him. They were Horn's last hope and the last line of defense in the fight between justice and evil.

"Hold on, everyone! We're almost there!"

Gao Ke shouted loudly, his voice sounded particularly firm amidst the whistling wind and the roar of magic, bringing a touch of courage and strength to his companions.

They gritted their teeth and continued to rush towards the dangerous house. They would never look back even if there were mountains of swords and seas of fire ahead.

The cries and terrified expressions of those Muggles were a sting in their eyes, but they understood that only by ending this battle as soon as possible could they truly protect these innocent people.

On the streets filled with chaos and screams, the light of magic, blood, and fear intertwined to weave a tragic picture.

A young Muggle woman, looking at the injured child in horror, ran towards him desperately. However, a beam of black magic came towards her like the scythe of the Grim Reaper.

At the critical moment, one of Gao Ke's companions noticed this scene. He suddenly turned around and quickly recited a defensive spell.

A white light curtain unfolded in front of the woman, barely blocking the attack, but the powerful impact still knocked the woman away, and she fell heavily to the ground, unconscious.

"We have to protect these Muggles as much as we can!" the companion shouted, with a hint of anger and helplessness in his voice.

Although other companions also wanted to help, the enemy's attacks became more and more fierce, and they were really overwhelmed.

At this time, Carlo quickly appeared above the battlefield like a black ghost.

He looked at Gao Ke and the others, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes, and he waved the magic wand in his hand. A huge red and black whirlwind with flames appeared out of thin air and swept towards Gao Ke and the others.

In the house, Voldemort sat back on the sofa, his brows still furrowed. The middle-aged and elderly couple still sat there expressionlessly, as if everything around them had nothing to do with them.

Voldemort sneered: "Humph, a bunch of guys who overestimate their own abilities. No matter what, they can't stop me."

Horn's struggle on the sofa gradually weakened. The pain of the Cruciatus Curse had already pushed his body to the limit.

Voldemort looked at Horn, who was already unable to make a sound, and took out his wand: "Don't worry! My student! I don't want to kill you, I just want you to feel the pain I endured in the cellar."

"Hoo, hoo! Voldemort? Come~ over~ here~" Horn had already turned around in the blink of an eye, enduring the pain in his body, and was holding the Colt in the middle under his clothes.

Voldemort was slightly startled when he heard Horn's weak words, and then he burst into laughter: "Oh~ Do you want to feel it again, my dear student Horn~ And don't think about your outsiders coming to rescue you, I will take you to a fun place first."

As he spoke, he slowly walked towards Horn, the wand in his hand flashing dangerously.

"Horn, hold on! Your sister An is here to save you!" A refreshing female voice sounded outside the house.

Horn used up his last bit of strength to raise his head, his lifeless eyes lit up, and he looked at Voldemort: "Really?"

As he spoke, Colt, who was covered by his clothes, pulled the trigger, and a red light hit the target before Voldemort could react.