hogwarts blast

Seeing Dumbledore and Fawkes emerging from the firelight, the young wizards breathed a sigh of relief.

The three wands were raised together, breaking the link between the spells. Dumbledore also took this opportunity to launch an attack.

Thousands of light spears appeared behind Dumbledore, and they all shot towards Voldemort as he moved.

Voldemort sneered, waved his wand and erected a magic barrier in front of him. Dumbledore's extremely fierce offensive could not move the barrier even half an inch.

However, Voldemort's actual situation was not as easy as he appeared on the surface.

His left hand hanging by his side was already trembling slightly.

"We can do something." After breaking away from the battle, Kyle's eyes once again lit up with a trouble-making light.

Cedric looked at the large burns on Kyle's body with some concern, "Can you do it physically?"

"The injury I suffered last time in the Forbidden Forest was much more serious than this. It was nothing serious." Kyle waved his hand.

"I'll send you there." Fred summoned the giant clay bird that had been hovering in the sky as a last resort.

George also took off his armor, took Fred's extended hand, and climbed up the bird's back with his strength.

The four of them quickly arrived in the four directions outside the area where Dumbledore and Voldemort were fighting.

If you can look down at the positions of the four of them from above, you can find that the four of them stand exactly in a square.

"Ninja Technique! Four Purple Flame Formation!"

A cube barrier made of purple translucent flames opened in the forbidden forest.

When he saw this barrier, Dumbledore was a little surprised, and then smiled slightly, "It seems you can't run away."

Voldemort snorted coldly. He also realized that the situation was not good, but he, the majestic Dark Lord, could not show weakness.

The two people's wands shot magic at each other one after another, and the magic spells collided with each other in the air, causing explosions one after another.

Earth and rocks flew, trees collapsed, and the battlefield surrounded by the four-purple flame array soon became a mess.

Cold sweat broke out on Voldemort's forehead, and his current state was at the end of his strength.

Even without the consumption that Kyle and the others had done to him before, his strength was not enough to compete with Dumbledore.

He is now just a remnant soul. Possessed by Quirrell, he can only gain strength by squeezing Quirrell's life force.

But even if he burned out Quirrell's life force, he couldn't kick Dumbledore in the face.

Voldemort has already begun to think about retreating.

The majestic magic power surged out from Dumbledore's body, and a giant bow made entirely of light formed behind Dumbledore in an instant.

Voldemort attempts to apparate.

The place they were in was far away from Hogwarts Castle where anti-Apparition magic was deployed, so Apparition was possible.

However, Voldemort found that his Apparition was greatly disturbed.

If he was given time, he wouldn't be able to escape, but Dumbledore obviously wouldn't give him such a chance.

"Damn it, this weird barrier actually has the effect of prohibiting phantom migration!" Voldemort cursed secretly.

Kyle developed the Four Purple Flame Array to limit space displacement magic such as phantom migration.

However, the current barrier can only block the phantom migration, and other teleportation magic such as portkeys cannot prevent it.

Perhaps the Four Red Sun Formation in the future can seal the door keys, but of course that will be a matter for the future.

The surging magic power condensed on the bow and turned into a shining golden arrow.

Voldemort knew that Quirrell's body could no longer be preserved.

A storm of energy rolled up in the Forbidden Forest. The light arrow greedily absorbed the surrounding magic power, and the bowstring composed of magic power gradually tightened.

After gathering his strength, Dumbledore flicked his wand, and the light arrow turned into a brilliant flaming phoenix, dragging a brilliant trail of light and roaring towards Voldemort.

Under this scorching and dazzling light, Quirrell's body began to disintegrate.

The moment the blazing fire phoenix hit him, Quirrell's body was completely decomposed in the light, and everything about him was shattered into the most basic particles, disappearing into nothingness with the wind.

However, what no one noticed was that before Quirrell's body completely dissipated, a wisp of black smoke broke away from Quirrell's body.

The black smoke passed through the blockade of the Four Purple Flame Formation quietly and disappeared into the boundless black night.

The four people maintaining the Four Purple Flame Formation observed that the battle in the field was over and stopped the output of magic power.

The barrier dissipated, and the Forbidden Forest once again regained its original tranquility.

Dumbledore stood there, frowning.

What happened tonight was really not good news for him.

He also recognized the identity of the dark wizard as Voldemort, and he could never mistake that cold magic power.

He didn't believe that Voldemort died so easily. Even the rebound of the killing curse failed to kill Voldemort.

Voldemort must have relied on some evil black magic to survive as a remnant soul.

Moreover, Voldemort in the remnant state can still exert considerable power.

Of course, the little strength Voldemort has now recovered is not enough to worry Dumbledore. Even the four young wizards can fight against the current Voldemort.

What worries Dumbledore is that he still doesn't know what kind of magic Voldemort relies on to survive.

Without enough information, it is impossible to discuss targeted methods.

Four little wizards came closer.

Looking at the burns on Kyle's body, Dumbledore's blue eyes flashed with distress.

With such a large area of ​​burn, he felt the skin on his body aching just by looking at it.

But Kyle looked like he was fine. This was not the first time that he was amazed by this child's perseverance.

Dumbledore bent down, checked Kyle's injuries, and then raised his wand and tapped Kyle gently.

The burn marks receded quickly, and all the pain disappeared without a trace.

Kyle tried to move his body, and in just a few seconds, he fully recovered.

Through the burned holes in the wizard's robe, you can see that the new skin no longer shows any trace of injury.

However, it seemed that he would need to keep some spare clothes in his storage bag in the future, and he found that he had no clothes to change now.

After treating Kyle and George's injuries, a smile appeared on Dumbledore's face.

"You did a great job." He gave a thumbs up to the young wizards.

Hearing Dumbledore's compliment, Cedric and the Weasley brothers flushed with excitement.

"When I received Miss Granger's call for help, I rushed over immediately and then had the courage and tact to deal with such a dangerous dark wizard, saving the life of our gamekeeper. It is quite outstanding."

Listening to Dumbledore commenting on their actions in an approving tone, Cedric almost grinned behind his ears.

The twin brothers also had almost the same expression.

Kyle was the only one who looked calm.

Couldn't Dumbledore come up with something practical to reward them besides extra points?

For example, the approval note for the forbidden book area, and the pile of black magic books on the bookshelf in the principal's office.

"A hundred points for each of you for your heroic actions tonight."

Hearing Dumbledore's words, the Weasley brothers cheered excitedly.

Cedric was a little more stable than the two brothers, and the joy on his face almost overflowed.

"Let's go back to the castle." Dumbledore looked at the giant clay bird beside him, "A very interesting alchemical creation."

He could see the violent magic power in the giant clay bird at a glance. If nothing else goes wrong with this explosive thing, it should be...

"Thank you for the compliment, Professor Dumbledore."

Fred rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment, "Actually, this was Kyle's idea."

Fred's words instantly confirmed his suspicion.

Dumbledore shook his head tiredly, wondering when the days of worrying about the day when Hogwarts would be nothing but a hole would come to an end.