Hogwarts Homecoming

A series of shining red stars flew out from the grapevine staff in Vitiya's hand, leaving thin tail flames in the air!

Draco and Vetia disappeared.

They were swallowed up by the hazy air, and their faces disappeared from people's sight, still showing shock and confusion.

Then, Harry and others, the strikers from the ministry, and the few remaining conscious Death Eaters all looked at Voldemort.

bite!

There were about dozens of them, and the sound of red stars the size of the golden snitch nailing into the void was as clear and crisp as a wind chime swaying in the wind.

They shine like real stars in the reception hall, their own brilliance radiating around, forming a closed space emitting a red halo.

Voldemort was lifted into the air by an inexplicable force.

All sounds in the hall disappeared, including people's gasps and the roars and roars of Voldemort who was trapped in the realm.

Everyone could see that Voldemort was struggling to free himself from whatever was holding him captive.

He struggled to wave his wand.

But the light that filled the red field was as sticky as amber that was about to condense, and Voldemort was like a mosquito trapped in amber.

Every move is controlled by huge force.

Malfoy, several Death Eaters, and Kingsley who were nearby could clearly see the fear flashing in Voldemort's angry red eyes.

It seemed that he couldn't understand what kind of power trapped him.

"Owner."

The crazy Bellatrix was as helpless as a frightened little girl. She stretched out a hand as if she wanted to get close to the red area that did not radiate a trace of heat to the outside world. However, the bent arm had not yet been straightened out. Retract as if burned!

Voldemort roared ferociously, and his body began to continuously emit black fishy wind to the outside world.

The black robe he was wearing was inflated by the fishy wind, and Harry suddenly remembered his aunt who had been inflated by him!

But this fishy wind did have an impact on the red field.

Distributed around Voldemort, the stars embedded in the void began to flash violently, and began to vibrate themselves.

In the field built by dozens of stars, the red brilliance also changed.

The red light that was originally drifting slowly with the breeze like clear mist in the mountains is now like the sea under a violent storm, flowing fiercely.

Moreover, a hole filled with black storm finally appeared in the field!

Voldemort himself also sensed this change.

The fear in his blood-red eyes was much thinner, and the narrow slit of his nose widened, revealing a ferocious smile!

One can even hear him growling 'Blane'!

Yes or no.

Should something be done?

Whether it was the Death Eaters loyal to Voldemort or the strikers headed by Scrimgeour and Kingsley, such thoughts flashed through their frozen thoughts.

"Avada Kedavra!"

When most of the people in the hall were at a loss, someone took action.

The man who was thought to be dead and had been lying on the cold floor for a while suddenly jumped up like a catfish.

His gray eyes burst out with sharp lightning, he pointed his wand at Voldemort, who was still trapped in the mire, and shouted sternly.

Green meteors carrying the aura of death crashed into the field.

"How dare you!"

Bellatrix turned pale with fright and screamed.

Sirius is alive!

The huge surprise hit Harry's heart, and he didn't even have time to regret that the killing curse was disintegrated by the realm before it hit Voldemort!

But this undoubtedly irritated Voldemort himself.

He opened his arms and raised his head to the sky, howling angrily. The black fishy wind erupting from his body violently clashed with the realm, and ripples in space washed away in all directions like water waves!

The ground began to shake, and shocking cracks appeared on the walls of the magnificent hall. From the cracked ceiling, rubble fell like rain!

The red stars trembled even more fiercely, and some stars even went out under the impact of the mad Voldemort's magic.

The hole in the center of the red field is expanding, and the magic that traps Voldemort seems to be failing.

Batters are aware of this.

But experienced Aurors like Kingsley and Scrimgeour didn't know what to do and could only watch dumbfounded.

They had never heard of this kind of magic and didn't know how to cooperate.

There is no use in taking action hastily, as Sirius's death curse has proved.

"Harry!"

Sirius was more concerned about Harry's safety than whether he could kill Voldemort.

He dropped Voldemort who was bound in the air, strode towards the large hole in the ground, and came to Harry in the hall.

"You're alive, Sirius!"

Hot tears flowed from Harry's eyes. He looked at Sirius's gray face with a feeling of redemption and held his hand tightly.

"I know you have questions, but now is not the time to explain!"

Sirius said,

"You must leave here as soon as possible. Leave now, and so will you. I will take you away right now."

Boom!

The entire underground building of the Ministry of Magic shook a few times at this moment, and Sirius looked back subconsciously.

The shining stars scattered around Voldemort seemed to know that they were weak, and one star suddenly shone brightly!

In the dazzling light, the golden fire gushed out like the eruption of volcanic magma, covering Voldemort who was close at hand!

However, the space around Voldemort filled with black and fishy wind was like a domain, resisting the swallowing of the fire!

Will Voldemort die tonight?

The emotions of expectation, surprise, and fear were printed on the faces of different people in the hall.

Lucius stared blankly at the roaring Dark Lord

He could see beads of sweat rolling down the Dark Lord's pale cheeks, the blue veins on the Dark Lord's forehead, and the robes of the Dark Lord became tattered under the scorching fire -

He followed the Dark Lord for many years, but he had never seen the Dark Lord fall into such a cramped situation.

An idea that had been shaken became more shaky.

The Dark Lord was not invincible. He might fail. He might also die.

"Master!"

Bellatrix fell to her knees, scratching her face with her sharp nails in pain, screaming like she was about to collapse,

"How can I help you, Master? Please tell me how can I help you. I will go and kill Brian!"

"Get out of here!!!"

Voldemort roared and extinguished all the shining candlelight in the hall. His hideous expression made him look like a beast with nowhere to go!

He had to admit that this was the day he was closest to death except the night he killed Harry Potter.

Voldemort could even feel that the god of death had been standing behind him, blowing cold wind at his neck.

"Bryan!!!"

The strong spatial fluctuations broke the luxurious marble bricks into pieces, and all the people in the nearby area were blown away by an unmatched force.

Ho, ho, ho!

Amid the clanging and banging sound of the hall collapsing, a burst of extremely penetrating old laughter suddenly sounded.

This laughter was like the dying gasp of an old man, which was so frightening that it made people's scalps numb.

A staff with two snakes wrapped around it appeared.

It was floating slightly like a piece of sunken wood floating in the water. The domain power of Voldemort and Amosta seemed to have no effect on it.

In the hall illuminated by the calendar fire, everyone's eyes fell on it, and then their bodies began to tremble, as if they were staring into the abyss of death.

Thick gray fog flowed out from the two snake mouths of the double snake staff like water, and the gray fog eroded the space. The red star embedded in the void was extinguished like a spark drenched by water.

The red domain and calendar fire that enveloped Voldemort disappeared.

Voldemort himself was also staring at the staff in astonishment.

He didn't understand why the double snake staff that had always ignored him appeared and why it took the initiative to help him out of trouble.

Appeared.

A clear cry sounded in the dim hall, and an old hand stretched out from the bright flames that exploded in the air, reaching for the double snake staff hanging in front of Voldemort.