Harry Potter’s Defense Professor

"Life cast out!" Dumbledore's wand pointed to the sky, shouting loudly.

A terrifying feeling poured out from Dumbledore's wand, making several people around him uncomfortable, as if seeing a natural enemy, and Lockhart had to operate Occlumency to resist this feeling.

The entire Forbidden Forest was churning, and a large number of small animals, insects, snakes and other reptiles were madly rushing away from Dumbledore, while the sky was covered by the flying birds overwhelmingly, and some even moved. The plants were wriggling away from Dumbledore.

Everyone waited for a while before all the moving things disappeared from sight.

"Flaming fire." Dumbledore cast this ordinary spell in front of Lockhart for the second time, but it still shocked Lockhart deeply. The first time I was shocked by Dumbledore's ability to control the flames, but this time I was shocked by the power - the golden red flames sprayed out from Dumbledore's wand, rolling and covering everyone's field of vision, making people feel It's like falling into magma. If you don't look at the damage ability and only look at the scene, it is much more scary than the devil flame just now - a ten-meter-high, astonishing wall of fire, as if the end of the world, surrounds everyone, slowly rolling, outwards. pushed away and gradually dissipated.

Snape, Moody, and McGonagall were accustomed to this, while Lockhart, Black, and Lupin watched in astonishment. Within a radius of several kilometers, no trees or even wooden stakes could be seen, only the charred land was left with white smoke.

Moody was not shocked. He nodded in satisfaction. "Nice job, Dumbledore, let's get started."

Snape threw the diary on the ground, and everyone formed a circle around it.

While Dumbledore cast a protective spell on everyone, he reminded everyone: "This time all use the strongest power, don't worry."

"Devil flame!"

All unleashed this black magic with their greatest magic, and almost white flames spewed from their wands towards the diary.

This time, the raging fire rushed into the sky, constantly transforming into the image of phoenix and flying dragon, twisting around the crowd, but because there was nothing to burn around, it could only madly impact the crowd and the diary in the middle. Book.

"All on the diary! I feel the spell on it weaken!" Dumbledore shouted.

Infiltrating mourning began to come from the flames. At this time, something terrible happened. The flames with nowhere to go actually melted the ground, and everyone's feet began to soften!

Everyone had to be distracted and add a levitating technique to themselves to prevent them from falling into the ground. In the end, the diary seemed to have been completely burned, and the soul in it turned into a thick black mist, rushing in all directions with the devil's flame. It was too late to be happy with the success, and everyone immediately separated and went to the place where it was ignited. , extinguished the burning devil flame with a spell.

"Spectacular, I never thought that magic could cause such an effect." Professor McGonagall praised.

"When it comes to destructive power, black magic is undoubtedly better than white magic, but regular use will change people's hearts." Dumbledore reminded him that Lockhart felt like he was talking to himself.

At this time, where everyone had destroyed the diary just now, the ground solidified after the flames dissipated, and the ground with a radius of tens of meters was completely vitrified. fall. In the most central place, a pool of black marks penetrated into the vitrified ground, and the diary had completely turned to ashes.

"It's terrifying. I even felt like I was going to be burned to death just now." Lockhart couldn't care less at this moment. He was really frightened just now, and he couldn't help but withdraw a little magic power. The diary is destroyed.

"Very good, maybe we should take advantage of the crowd and deal with the second Horcrux right away." Dumbledore was excited for a rare time, his face flushed.

"No, the loss of magic power is too great, why are you in such a hurry." Mag said solemnly.

"One night off, tomorrow?" Moody suggested.

"Well, this ring is too important to me, so I'm impatient," Dumbledore said to everyone with shame, "Everyone has a day off, come tomorrow."