hogwarts blast

After the war, the ground was devastated, which is what is now Hogwarts.

The originally lush Forbidden Forest has been torn to pieces, and many trees are still burning with flames. Potholes caused by the magic spell can be seen everywhere on the ground.

A deep fatigue surged into Kyle's body.

The last full-strength shot drained all the remaining strength from him.

Like a salted fish that had lost its dream, he fell directly on Dumbledore, leaning on Dumbledore with more than a hundred kilograms of weight.

This forced Dumbledore to cast a power-increasing magic.

So as not to fall to the ground.

You can't expect an old man who is over 110 years old to have the strength to carry Kyle's body.

Dumbledore patted Kyle's back in amusement, turned his head and raised his eyebrows at Grindelwald proudly.

How could the first generation Dark Lord endure such a provocation?

He raised his hand to pull Kyle to his side, but seeing the tired look on Kyle's face, he finally made no move to disturb Kyle.

He just stared at Dumbledore with cold death eyes.

And Kyle in Dumbledore's arms.

It was obviously him who realized Kyle's condition first, and then ran forward to help Kyle.

Why does it become like this...

On the way back to the castle,

Grindelwald couldn't stop thinking.

A large number of people gathered at the gate of the castle.

Almost at the moment Dumbledore and others appeared in their field of vision,

A large group of people cheered and surrounded me.

Hermione and Xiaonan, who were running at the front, had not had time to say a word to Kyle.

Madam Pomfrey burst out of the crowd and pulled Hermione and Konan away from Kyle without any explanation.

After checking Kyle's physical condition and confirming that the little devil was just exhausted due to excessive consumption of magic power, Madam Pomfrey felt relieved.

After raising her hand and taking out a bottle of magic potion and pouring it down for Kyle, she turned to Hagrid next to her...

Holding an unconscious Harry in his arms.

As for the thick-skinned Hagrid, she automatically placed her at the end.

Although Hagrid looks the most miserable.

But with the physique of a hybrid giant, even if his injuries were ten times more serious than this, it would still be a trivial matter.

To sum up, that is——

Just drink more hot water.

While Madam Pomfrey was helping Harry treat the bleeding wound on his arm, everyone blocked at the castle entrance looked eagerly at Dumbledore, hoping to hear the exact news from him.

"Albus, is this really the person you are facing?" Alastor Moody asked solemnly.

Voldemort launched more than one attack.

In addition to the peak showdown between the three great demon kings, he also planned the Eight-Tails riot, and he also incited the dark creatures in the Forbidden Forest.

Alastor Moody, who was the patrolman of the arena, was dealing with the rioting dark creatures in the Forbidden Forest.

so,

He didn't get to witness what happened on the Quidditch pitch.

Although he had heard about Voldemort's return from other professors,

But Moody still hopes to hear a definite answer from Dumbledore.

Hearing Moody's question, Dumbledore nodded slightly.

"Yes, Alastor, that man is really back."

As Dumbledore gave an affirmative answer, everyone felt a deep chill gushing from the soles of their feet, all the way up to the Tianling Cap.

The air seemed to have condensed, and everyone was silent.

Finally, Kyle, who was hanging on Dumbledore like a puddle of mud, broke the heart-stopping silence.

"Voldemort probably won't come out to cause trouble in a short time, because he was seriously injured."

After hearing Kyle's words, the condensed air seemed to thaw, and the atmosphere relaxed a lot.

"How serious is the injury?" Hermione asked curiously.

Kyle grinned, "He was kicked with all my strength by me, without any time to defend himself."

Everyone in Hogwarts fell silent when they thought of the subsonic Bludger played by the little devil in the Quidditch match.

The subsonic Bludger was played by Kyle because he was concerned about the safety of the opponent's players on the field, so he didn't hit it with all his strength.

So the question is, how powerful can the little devil's kick be with all his strength?

Well, maybe only Voldemort knows the answer to this.

Anyway, this is indeed a serious injury.

"Pity,

"Kyle's tone was filled with regret, "I was too hasty and failed to aim, so I finally hit him on the shoulder.

It was only four or five inches away from his head."

Everyone also felt that it was a pity that Kyle failed to kick Voldemort in the head.

If the little devil could kick more accurately...

Unfortunately, there is no if.

Seeing that Hermione was still planning to continue questioning, Dumbledore dismissed her idea.

"Let's go to the castle and talk. Harry and Hagrid also need to go to the infirmary for further treatment."

Seeing that Dumbledore had spoken, everyone gave up the idea of ​​continuing to ask questions and followed Dumbledore towards the direction of the castle.

At around eight o'clock in the evening, the castle was brightly lit, and all the students gathered in the auditorium, some anxiously waiting for the exact notification from the professors.

A large group of people came to the foyer of the castle, and the noise in the auditorium could be clearly heard from here.

Dumbledore did not personally send Kyle to the school hospital on the second floor of the castle.

As the principal of Hogwarts, the first thing he should do now is to calm the students' minds and inform them of what happened at Hogwarts tonight.

He handed Kyle, who was like a limp slime, into Grindelwald's hands, then pushed open the oak door of the auditorium and walked in.

Except for Grindelwald and Madam Pomfrey, all the other professors followed Dumbledore.

The noise in the auditorium suddenly stopped.

Dumbledore's arrival was a shot in the arm for everyone in the auditorium.

All the students from the three schools, as well as the family members of the warriors who had been invited to watch the final game of the Triwizard Tournament, immediately gathered around.

Dumbledore was instantly drowned out by a burst of noise.

In the end, he had to use his "loud voice" to cover up the noise around him, and signaled everyone to make way for him, and he was able to escape from the crowd.

Under the gaze of everyone, Dumbledore walked through the long auditorium and came to stand in front of the podium.

All the noise in the auditorium slowly stopped and became silent.

Only Dumbledore's voice echoed in everyone's ears, "Regarding the riot that occurred tonight, I think you have the right to know what is going on..."