harry potter book of crimes

The bright blue flames on the Black Death's body are completely fueled by magic power. They are attached to the black air around the Black Death's body, and the high consumption of magic power makes it infinitely powerful.

This is the latest version of the Lihuo bottle developed by Maca. Because it uses the fire dragon's molten gland sac, the cost has become extremely high.

As the saying goes, there is no killing without buying and selling. The birth of each vial means that an innocent and lovely fire dragon has been mercilessly killed.

At this moment, the Black Death Apostle was lying on the ground completely unable to move. His body was completely exhausted due to magic power, and the flames were gradually extinguished.

Moody leaned against the wall, breathing heavily - the Black Death's power was particularly strong, and the punch just now had completely shattered his shoulder.

"G... Granger," Old Moody moved with difficulty, but the severe pain in his left shoulder made it difficult for him to sit up straight. "What was that just now? It looked like... Li Huo?"

"It was given to me by Maka, a kind of magic potion." Hermione hurriedly walked to Moody, looked at his almost completely collapsed and twisted shoulders with fear, and then said in a hurry, "Stop talking now, Professor Moody.

...There is also a bottle of magic potion here to treat trauma, please drink it first."

This bottle of healing potion is the same one used to save Luna in the second project, and it was even filled from the same pot.

Maka gave her a total of three bottles of potions as birthday gifts. She had already expected that the Triwizard Tournament would be uneven, so she gave them to Hermione, who was unexpectedly selected as a warrior, to use them for self-defense and life-saving.

But who knows, now it's all being used on Mad Eye Moody.

Moody took the potion bottle unceremoniously, opened the cork with his teeth, then drank it with his head curled up - there was nothing he could do, his shoulders were too painful and he couldn't lift his neck.

Suddenly, his magic eye moved wildly, and then suddenly flipped into its eye socket.

"...Okay, I won't say thank you anymore," Moody drank the potion, frowned and let out a long breath, "Miss Granger, you go back first! It's too dangerous outside now, don't

Come out and wander around!"

"But--"

"No buts!" Moody said impatiently, "That guy McClain told me that this time, none of you should run out!"

"Maka?" Hermione raised an eyebrow and ignored Moody's dissuasion. "Where is Maka? Where has he gone? Did he not participate in the third project before?"

"He...does he know everything that happened today?"

When Old Moody heard this, he glanced at her seemingly casually, but there was a trace of surprise in his eyes.

"You don't have to worry about these things!" He waved his right hand that could still move and urged, "Go back quickly! Go back to the auditorium and inform Mag to prepare to open the Knights of Stone Dune!"

"Knights of Stonehill?" Hermione repeated with a confused look on her face.

"Don't ask me to explain... there's no time, understand?" Moody urged again, "Go back quickly, you will know then!"

"But Professor you—"

"I'll go over after taking a rest for a while!" Seeing that Hermione still wanted to continue talking, he simply stretched out his hand and pushed her, "Go! Don't you understand? Go quickly!"

Hermione hesitated, moved her steps, and finally turned around and ran into the dark corridor.

Although she didn't know exactly what the "Knights of Stone Dunes" were or what happened, she did know that Professor Moody was probably not innocent.

It seems... there are other enemies coming?

Seeing Hermione leave, old Moody immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and then stood up with his right hand supporting his left arm despite the pain.

He could feel that the healing potion Hermione gave him was very effective, but no matter how effective it was, it would take time. But right now...

"Time...seems like there isn't enough time."

Old Moody held his arm that was drooping on the left side, turned around and looked to the left. The magic eyes in his eye sockets also turned to the front, staring at the corner of the castle behind the corner, which was beyond the reach of normal sight.

Then, at the moment when two long hairy legs poked out from around the corner, he closed his own eye tightly.

Facts have proved that Alastor Moody, who has been fighting the dark wizards on the front line all year round, is a real tough guy. Even though he is old, his decisiveness has not deteriorated at all.

"Torn apart."

Moody raised his wand, pointed it at his left shoulder without hesitation, and simply removed the entire left arm.

The bones in his left shoulder have been completely shattered. Although it won't take long for the bones to grow back, he obviously thinks that he has no chance to wait any longer.

To be honest, from Moody's point of view, there was nothing wrong with his judgment. But Moody didn't know that at this moment, he could actually be protected by Dumbledore's defensive barrier as long as he walked into the back door of the castle.

An arm with the sleeve of a leather windbreaker fell to the ground with a thud, splashing a few wisps of insignificant dust. The wound quickly scabbed shut under the influence of the powerful healing potion.

At the same time, the mysterious enemy around the corner also moved out of the shadows and came under the extraordinarily bright moonlight tonight.

"Hmph! Today's enemies are not the same as those stupid dark wizards from previous years..."

Old Moody snorted coldly. The normal right eye was tightly closed, but the magic eye in the left eye socket exploded with the greatest brightness so far, and the blue light pointed straight ahead.

In the vision of his magic eye, the precise alchemical formation was not affected at all. It immediately accelerated its operation and firmly locked the enemy's figure.

…

In the auditorium, Harry and Ron were standing in front of Professor McGonagall, accepting the questioning and scolding with embarrassed expressions.

Beside them, Filch was already hunched over, looking on with a stern look on his face.

In the middle of the auditorium, most of the young wizards stared at the two of them in surprise, discussing in low voices from time to time how they escaped.

Suddenly, accompanied by a burst of rapid footsteps, Hermione ran out of the side corridor, panting.

"Teach, professor..."

She seemed to be running too fast, and even her words were a bit awkward.

Everyone was deeply surprised by Hermione's appearance, and Filch stared at her in shock with his bloodshot eyes.

"What's going on?" Professor McGonagall said loudly with a straight face, "Miss Granger, where have you been? Do you understand or not that it's really, really dangerous outside!"

"Professor..." Hermione swallowed, moistened her dry throat, and then waved her hand and said, "Professor Moody...he asked you to prepare to open the Knights of Stone...Stone Pier!"

"Moody?"

Mag was stunned for a moment, but it was only for a moment.

She nodded immediately, and then said to Flitwick and other professors: "I'll leave this to you first, I'll go to the main entrance to have a look..."

After the other professors agreed, she immediately set off and walked quickly in Hermione's direction.

"Stay in the auditorium and don't go anywhere!"

After leaving a few words to Hermione, McGonagall passed Hermione and hurried towards the foyer.

"Hermione...you...were you also discovered by someone?"

When Hermione also arrived at the door of the auditorium, Ron looked at her hesitantly and asked cautiously, but was met with a merciless glare from Hermione.

"Do you think I'll be like you? I've always been reckless..." She put her hands on her hips, pointed at Ron's nose and said angrily, "I was almost killed by you two!"

"What? What happened?" Ron and Harry were scolded by her inexplicably.

"snort!"

Hermione snorted angrily and simply turned her face away, not even bothering to say anything.

In fact, if she insists on saying this, she is right.

If she had also been discovered by Filch, Moody might have been able to hold on for a while with his broken body. But if the enemy now joined the attack, it would be difficult for him not to die.

But then again, when the time comes when Moody knows he can't drag it out any longer, will he still force himself to stay there and die pointlessly?

Maybe he could just take a step back and discover Dumbledore's defensive barrier.

The consequences of this advance and retreat were completely unforeseen by Hermione and Moody, who were both in authority.

"Ouch! Stop making noise!" The little Professor Flitwick waved his short arm, "Keep your voice down, sit down and rest for a while!"

Compared with the anxiety of the students and the slight uneasiness of other professors, Snape, who was standing by the window, was not even interested in looking back.

He just stood sideways by the window, squinting his eyes and staring in the direction of the Forbidden Forest on the side of the castle, without any expression on his face.

But at this moment, a whole group of dense eyes suddenly appeared in the shadows at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. The gaze made Snape's eyes sting, and he hurriedly turned his head and looked away.

…

At the school gate, Dumbledore was still standing there, motionless. The half-moon lenses were reflecting the bright moonlight, hiding the pair of pale blue eyes hidden behind them.

At the feet of the white wizard, several strange men and women were lying on the ground in a mess, blending in with the surrounding pavement that was already full of deep holes, forming a strange scene.

Dumbledore's breathing was just a little heavy. His slender fingers were half loose and half tight, holding the Elder Wand, one of the Three Hallows of Death, firmly, and looking straight ahead with a calm face.

"Tom, aren't you going to come out yet?"

Dumbledore's voice was full of vicissitudes of life and wisdom, and his tone was calm, as if everything was under control.

But even if he invited again, there was still silence all around. In the distance, the Death Eaters were all looking slightly nervously, and the hands holding the wand tightly had lost their color because of too much force.

Ever since the White Wizard defeated Grindelwald, the first Dark Lord who stirred up the world of magic, his reputation has made all Dark Wizards deeply fearful.

At this moment, he was just standing here, so that the Death Eaters did not dare to move at all.

"Well?"

As Dumbledore let out a light sigh, wisps of extremely fine black smoke suddenly appeared in the surrounding space. They swirled and rose to form a vortex of black air, gathering into the air at extremely fast speeds.