[Comprehensive] Sakuramoto

Not long after, four people wrapped in black robes quickly approached here. Of course, there were more, but they were stopped by others.

The night war broke out very suddenly, it was difficult for Hogwarts to form an effective defense, and it seemed to be at a disadvantage at present.

The night is not friendly to knives other than short knives.

Fortunately, Sanriyue and the others are not ordinary Fusangshen, and their training level is high enough, otherwise they would only have Jinjian and Aizen in combat power.

Among the four people was a short and fat woman, she laughed loudly: "Dumbledore, I didn't expect you to run away! But it's useless, these young people can't save you."

The well-looking man beside her glanced at Sanriyue. He knew more than women. There were people from them in the Ministry of Magic. The news I got from him was that a previous attack on Muggles failed, and those who participated in the operation Death Eaters died just what a handsome young man with a crescent moon in his eye did.

And this person seems to have a very strong background.

The strong man's eyes were very vigilant, but tonight's actions could not allow him to back down. There would be no such good opportunity. If it were not for his misjudgment, he would have never thought that Dumbledore would not have chosen to go to the tower. Now Dumbledore is already a corpse.

Even Dumbledore himself didn't understand why he suddenly changed his mind at the last minute.

But apparently, this decision saved his life.

He doesn't mind sacrificing himself for the final victory, but if he can achieve his goal alive, his old bones don't really want to embrace death prematurely.

The wizards seemed to have a lot to say before the battle, and those few Death Eaters actually exchanged pleasantries with Dumbledore, which made it very uncomfortable for the swordsmen who are always fighting with the time-traveling army without saying anything, tsk, a little more style It's all different.They don't know if it's not good to do it now.

I always feel that it would be against the spirit of Bushido to suddenly strike while others are chatting.Although the real battlefield does not pay attention to these.

The men in black robes seemed to be in a hurry, and the fat woman turned her head frequently to find that the waiting people still hadn't arrived, so she said to the sturdy man, "I can't wait any longer, and get rid of those who are in the way first."

Although the Dark Lord said that Dumbledore would let Draco solve it himself, and Harry was his prey, there were other people here, and they could solve them first.

The fat woman's proposal was agreed to by her accomplices.

The Death Eaters moved first.

Their hands are real hands, they just turn their wrists and wave their wands.Except for the crescent moon, the other swords are the first time they really saw the wizard fighting.

They were extremely curious, their eyes staring at the little wooden stick were shining brightly, making people feel cold for no reason.

Fortunately, swords and swords can distinguish between serious and serious. When you don't know how powerful magic can be, it's better to kill the danger at the embryonic stage.

The swords moved like a gust of wind or a flash of lightning. The wizards could only react to their movement, but they couldn't see their position clearly. The next moment, their heads fell to the ground.

In order to make the picture less bloody, they did not choose to cut it in half.

Dumbledore, who was led by Yan Rong to retreat from the main battlefield, and Harry, who was supporting Dumbledore, didn't realize what happened just now.

Death Eaters die so easily.

The enemy they were waiting for turned into a pool of dead flesh in the blink of an eye.

The way of fighting with cold weapons is more cruel and real than magic. Harry was vomited by the smell of blood, but he felt a sense of relief in his heart. Look, these evil guys are nothing at all. It's so easy to die!He would be happier if it was Voldemort who had been decapitated now.

Harry felt a little pity all of a sudden, it wasn't Voldemort himself who came to Hogwarts tonight.

The swordsmen didn't stop, except for Yan Rong, who was guarding the two, they took the initiative to join other battlefields, and the wizard with weak physical fitness was powerful in magic.When encountering men with swords whose reaction speed is so fast that they can easily dodge magic attacks, and whose swords can kill them with one blow, they are like crops waiting to be harvested in the field, motionless and relaxed harvested.

Not even a chance to struggle.

The whole battle ended very quickly.There were no accidents in between.

In the direction of the tower, the light-blond boy who hurried to the battlefield witnessed this scene with his own eyes.He stopped and stared blankly, his body began to tremble unconsciously.He looked at the sword man, who was still bright and beautiful, as if he was looking at a group of monsters, monsters that could kill him.

He reacted suddenly and ran in the opposite direction desperately.

Now no one knows that he put those Death Eaters in, just run back to the dormitory and pretend that nothing happened...

Of course, the man with swords had noticed this boy's abnormality, but he was wearing a Hogwarts school uniform, so he could be seen as a student at a glance, so of course they would not pursue him.

The old but not blind Dumbledore also saw it, he sighed in his heart, but didn't say anything.In his heart Draco was still a child with a conscience that could be saved.

It would be good if today's encounter made him scared enough to stay away from the Death Eaters.

Tsurumaru picked up a magic wand that wasn't stained with blood, and waved it curiously, but unfortunately failed to emit those beautiful lights.Tsurumaru lightly jumped over the dead bodies all over the ground, and came to Dumbledore. Even the soles of his feet were still pure white. He softened his tone and asked as obediently as possible: "Hey, can you teach me how to use this?"

Just beheading so many enemies, but now he can smile so softly, Dumbledore secretly raised the danger level of the swords to the highest level.But he still had a very friendly smile on his face: "The use of magic requires magic power, and I'm not sure whether you can learn to use magic. You can also see that my current body...or else, Harry's magic Very good, let him teach you."

Tsurumaru played with his younger brothers' wands, but unfortunately those children used magic naturally, and they couldn't teach Tsurumaru, who couldn't sense magic elements, how to use magic. He originally thought that the principal could be better.

"Magic! I want it too! I want to learn it too!" The bouncing Jinjian also picked up a magic wand from the ground. The warm blood splashed on his face: "Yah! It's so disgusting!"

Yan Rong immediately took out a handkerchief from his arms to wipe Jin Jian's face.

Jin Jian smiled and hugged Yan Rong's waist: "Yan Rong is the best!"

The blood made Du Yanrong a little excited for not being able to hunt just now, but Jinjian's hug calmed him down.

If Sanriyue hadn't given Yan Rong the task of guarding the old and the young, Dumbledore and the others would probably have seen a bloody fireworks bloom.

Yan Rong was crazy during the battle, and considering this, San Riyue didn't let him play, so as not to scare people.

Jin Jian has also grown a lot taller now, and when he hugged Yan Rong, his head could just be buried in his chest, which seemed more ambiguous than before.

Jin Jian has long hair again, slender and beautiful, and people who don't know will not think of brotherhood when they see it.

At the moment, Yan Rong, who is enjoying the "beauties throwing her arms into her arms", feels extremely regretful. Xiao Jinjian has also grown up. I miss his small appearance, how cute the short and stubby little ball is!

So, this is a hug that is so pure that it is not romantic at all.

After night comes dawn.

The mess in Hogwarts has been dealt with by themselves, and the swords are going to say goodbye and go home.

Hearing that they wanted to leave, Dumbledore couldn't go to Saint-Germont for treatment in peace of mind. He could no longer hide his original plan to take it easy, so he hurriedly stopped them and said straight to the point: "If you can , I need your help with something."

"What's the matter?" Jin Jian blinked his big eyes.

"Those people were Death Eaters last night, subordinates of the Dark Lord..." Dumbledore told the swordsmen in detail what kind of villain the Dark Lord, Mr. Voldemort, was, and boasted how talented he was in magic. Powerful, they finally put forward their own request - I hope they can help to destroy this ambitious big devil together.

There is nothing wrong with helping to eliminate evil forces, but the key problem is that Voldemort hides well. Dumbledore and the others don't even know where Voldemort is now. Killing people is very fast, and finding someone is a waste of time.

I haven't been back to Honmaru for a long time, and everyone is really homesick.

The swords formed a circle, their heads gathered together and muttering.

Jin Jian: "What he said is so pitiful, how about we help him?"

Shiqiemaru shook his head: "Now we can't even find a trace of the enemy, and it's not good for us to stay here for too long."

Crane Maru was thinking: "Then let them find it, and we will go back to Honmaru."

Aizen: "Eh? We don't care?"

Tsurumaru: "It doesn't matter, we can leave a communicator here, and we will rush over when they find someone to send a signal."

"Wow! Mr. Crane, you are so smart!" Imam praised without hesitation.

"I agree! Just keep mine." Hotaru raised her hand.

Aizen pressed his hand down: "Keep mine."

Hotaru was a little weak from vomiting during this time, and if something happened, he was more likely to use the distress signal.

"Why don't you keep me? I often pray in Honmaru, I don't go out much, and I don't use the communicator very much." Ishikirimaru said.

"Haha, what are you arguing about? When we get back to Honmaru and report the matter to the third prince, the third prince will definitely give us another communicator." Seeing them arguing, Tsurumaru couldn't help laughing.

Sanriyue took out her communicator: "Hahaha, Tsurumaru is right, then take mine."

"Take it back!" The other knives roared in unison.On the way back, we have to go through the space-time gap, what if Sanriyue, a frequent visitor who gets lost, accidentally gets lost!You can't give him what you give to anyone!

Sanriyue was stunned by the roar, feeling a little aggrieved.