Everyday Players at Hogwarts

Chapter 828 Holy

Bella wanted to be worthy of her master's appearance.

He deliberately acted very reserved, and even picked up the Black family etiquette that he had lost for more than ten years.

However, she forgot that what she learned was women's style.

Therefore, the more reserved she is, the more she is matched with this honor, the more effeminate she becomes, which is extremely disgusting.

For a moment, Harry forgot to even think about why Ginny was here.

Ginny was equally disgusted.

"Hey, you said the bald man is strong?

A noseless monster with no hair on its body?

joke! You're just lucky enough to be liked by someone you don't know. "

Bella was shaking with rage.

She never thought anyone would say that about the perfect master in her heart.

So much so that she didn't react immediately.

"How dare you!"

I want to crush the girl across from me to ashes,

The strong desire that tortured her to the point of regretting coming into this world,

Combined with what Voldemort left in his heart,

A temporary, on-demand treasure trove of knowledge.

Bella's favorite Cruciatus Curse turned into green lightning and spread like a spider web in Ginny's direction.

The stone bricks on the wall instantly vaporize when they come into contact.

The darkness behind Ginny seemed to connect a dimension with infinite bats.

Countless bats poured out from behind her, blocking the green lightning one after another.

This made it impossible to get anywhere near Ginny's ten-foot radius.

In the mirror world, Harry, who was about to take action, put down the wand in his hand.

While relaxing, I also realized something.

His special feelings for Bella were known to Ginny!

On the other side, Riddle and Grindelwald are still playing a cat-and-mouse game.

Half of the entire island of Azkaban was already in flames.

Dumbledore walked through the sea of ​​fire, which was as harmless to him as a breeze.

His attention had been focused on Grindelwald and Riddle.

Prevent one of them from being attacked by several Voldemorts.

It is true that even seven Voldemorts could not resist their magic before.

But if the offense and defense switch.

These Death Eaters,

Use the means they are good at,

With the blessing of Voldemort's power to reach the divine realm,

and join forces.

It would be difficult for the three of them to face it alone.

Dumbledore had thought that the Death Eaters would realize this.

He was also prepared to provide support at any time and to be attacked by surprise.

But until now, the seven Voldemorts are hiding like mice (Bella is hidden by Ryan, and only Harry, the person involved, can see it).

But the next second. In the distant sky, a black shadow fell heavily to the ground.

Dumbledore's figure disappeared into the blue firelight.

Dumbledore borrowed the flame to apparate, and after reappearing,

What I saw was this scene.

White feathers of light fell from the sky, and the blue fire turned into elegantly flying butterflies.

'Voldemort', who was trapped in the pit, held up Old Crouch's head with his left hand, and kept slashing at it with the wand in his right hand.

Dumbledore subconsciously cast a transformation spell.

A piece of surviving rock turned into metal and turned into a spear, which pierced through Voldemort's buttocks and his heart emerged.

A shrill scream flashed past.

A black mist fell off from 'Voldemort', revealing little Crouch's hesitant and surprised expression.

At the last second when he took his last breath, he turned to look at Dumbledore, "You attacked?"

Then, he and his father's head disappeared into the light feathers and blue flames.

"I can't help it. The posture you just made was so good." Even Dumbledore, who had a face as good as behind a city wall, touched his nose in embarrassment.

Riddle, who was high in the sky, and Grindelwald, who was controlling the demonic flames a thousand meters away, both had wandering eyes, ready to find the next target.

Old Mulciber gasped. He found that he suddenly became stronger.

Among the six light spots that existed in my mind, the one belonging to Little Crouch was missing!

"Master, little Crouch is dead!"

"Oh, he was unlucky. He was surrounded by three people and died." Voldemort's cold voice sounded in his mind.

"Can I go find my son? Our family's magic, the two of them together -"

"Shut up! What you are best at is keeping your fate alive!

With my treasure trove of knowledge, I inherited my skills.

While others display all kinds of weird black magic, you vaporize your body! "Voldemort scolded coldly,

However, in the blink of an eye, he praised: "But now I need someone like you! The deeper you hide it, the better."

"Do you need someone like me?" Old Mulciber was terrified.

The superb Occlumency technique split his heart in two, and his piety was mixed with concern for his son.

The other part is the true heart.

Full of despair.

Voldemort was not a man who cared about the lives of his men.

This instead proved that his and his son's lives were nothing more than sacrifices.

The power he gained now probably also came from the dead little Crouch.

They all sacrificed themselves even when Voldemort was at his strongest?

Mulciber Sr. wanted to give up resistance and win clemency.

But there was nothing he could do.

When they were separated, he wanted to take his son with him.

At that time, his body was taken over by Voldemort.

When he came to his senses, he had already reached the other side of the island.

In the Room of Requirement, the TV with the name of Crouch Jr. disappeared.

Luna, who had been paying attention to Ginny, couldn't help but take a look.

However, this glance reminded her of one thing.

"Ryan. Where are the saints? Grindelwald's men? Where are they?"

"They? They are protecting Dumbledore's second favorite thing - Britain." Ryan waved his hand.

The whole of England appeared in the air.

Then it kept zooming in.

England: London, Appleby, Barnton, Birmingham, Bristol.

Scotland: Aberdeen, Abroath, Banchory, Dundee, Montrose

Wales: Caerphilly, Holyhead, Abergavenny

Northern Ireland: Ballycastle

The towns here, as well as the old and young wizards who were obviously different from the townspeople, flashed by.

"Is this to prevent Voldemort from carrying out terrorist attacks?" Luna suddenly realized.

Ryan nodded, "But Grindelwald miscalculated.

Dumbledore didn't expect it either.

Voldemort discovered a secret after Crouch Jr.'s death.

Not only his own power returned.

Crouch Jr.'s skills, the fruits of his combination with Voldemort's knowledge treasure house, also returned together.

Crouch Jr. and others, with the help of Voldemort's divine power, reached the level of demigods in their own areas of expertise.

You know, Voldemort himself is just a powerful demigod.

So, Voldemort will not allow his servants, the human tonic in his eyes, to leave Azkaban.

If it weren't for fame.

To keep a safe hand.

He wouldn't even ask old Mulciber to stay alive.

Maybe, he would directly recover his own power.

Absorb the power of 7 demigods."

Ryan's eyes were inexplicable.

Isn't this holy?

What Yuhabach!