Hogwarts: I, The Strongest Dark Lord In History!

The smell of blood was everywhere in the courtyard.

The flames from the explosion burned everything that could be ignited in the courtyard, including corpses.

The smell of blood, roast meat is disgusting.

But even so, both sides of the battle did not stop.

Draco's eyes were very calm.

He didn't lose his mind because of revenge.

"Expelliarmus!" The red curse flew towards Little Barty.

The other party took the curse easily, and couldn't help mocking: "That's it? How about your ability to cast the Killing Curse just now?"

Little Barty threw out a green spell while speaking.

Draco, who had expected it for a long time, turned the gravel on the ground into a bronze shield.

The battle between the two attracted the attention of many people around.

Lucas, including Lucas in the Forbidden Forest, is also watching through the Eye of Time.

He was still very reassured by Draco.

Especially seeing that the opponent's shot was a disarming spell, I feel more relieved.

"Stupid!"

"All petrified!"

Draco cast two spells in a row, and one was not as powerful as the other.

Little Barty's heart gradually let go.

The strength shown by the other party is at the level of a normal little wizard.

He's a little worried.

Not everyone has the strength of Lucas.

Fully aware of Draco's strength, Barty Jr. gradually relaxed his vigilance.

"The heir to the Malfoy family is getting worse and worse."

Barty Jr. waved his wand, and Draco was sent flying a few meters away.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you, I will bring you before the Dark Lord and let him deal with you, a traitor, personally.

"Oh, by the way, and your parents, the Malfoy family is no longer trustworthy, and Lucius Malfoy is even more unworthy of being the right-hand man of the Dark Lord."

"And I! I am the one who should stand beside the Lord Dark Lord!"

Barty Crouch Jr. became more and more excited as he talked.

At the end, he opened his arms with an intoxicated look on his face.

"Shenfeng Wuying!"

Draco's voice sounded, and Barty Jr. had a smug expression on his face.

Feel the pain in the chest.

Little Barty lowered his head in astonishment.

"It seems that you usually don't like reading, Mr. Barty Crouch Jr., otherwise you should understand the truth of showing weakness to the enemy."

"Fix all!" "Avada eats a big melon!"

Draco didn't give the opponent a chance to die.

After immobilizing, he cast another Killing Curse.

Seeing that little Barty lost his blood color quickly and his pupils became dilated, Draco let out a sigh of relief.

The revenge of the ferret's humiliation was finally avenged today.

"Draco, be careful~||!"

bang!!

Before Draco could check what was going on, rubble flew towards him from a distance.

There was also a huge wooden stick embedded in the rubble.

"Giant!" Draco gasped.

At some point, the giant had broken through to the courtyard.

Seeing the giants wreaking havoc all around, everyone was really helpless for a while.

"Draco, get out of the way!"

Another reminder came from behind, and Draco rolled to the side without thinking.

The strong wind brought by the wooden stick whipped the air, and it hurt Draco's cheek.

"Stupid!"

Take the time to throw a spell at the giant, and it will be bounced off by the opponent's skin.

"It's terrible!"

Draco stood up and ran quickly towards the castle.

"Hey guys!"

Standing by the window on the second floor of the castle, Trelawney swung his wand and smashed the crystal ball in his pocket at the giant.

"I still have a lot of these things, let you taste the power of the crystal ball."

Although the explosion of the crystal ball will not cause any harm to the giant.

But it was Professor Trelawney's gesture that caught Draco's attention.

It's just that she herself is a bit dangerous.

Fortunately, the Saints team appeared in time and took her away from the window to avoid the fate of being smashed into a pulp by a wooden stick.

In the courtyard, Mad-Eye Moody shouted: "Lupin, Sirius, Kingsley, and several professors, let's deal with the one-eared man together.

"Others help stop the Death Eaters!"

Although dispatching elites to deal with giants will allow Death Eaters to seize the opportunity.

But letting the giants go, the harm is obviously greater.

The person whose name is called approaches Moody.

Professor McGonagall took the lead, and the exquisite transfiguration spell turned the surrounding cloth into stone giants.

She controlled the stone statue to surround a giant in the middle, clamping the opponent's hands and feet.

"Quick!" Professor McGonagall urged.

Professor Sprout quickly dropped the devil's net, vines climbed onto the giant's body, and fixed the giant's head.

Sirius and Lupine immediately conjured a dozen long swords and aimed them at the giant's eyes.

Professor Flitwick finally used ten thousand bullets to cast a spell [to impart kinetic energy to these long swords.

The sword pierced the giant's eyes and penetrated its brain.

Howling, the giant broke free.

The huge wooden club swung around and even smashed the head of another giant.

A few minutes later, the giant fell to the ground and gradually lost his breath.

Although successfully killed a giant.

But everyone was not happy.

It is already so difficult to deal with one giant, there are still six or seven giants like this on the scene.

By the time they are all dealt with, the Death Eaters might have captured the castle long ago.

When several professors were at a loss.

A group of little guys suddenly rushed out of the castle.

With Regulus' locket on his chest, Kreacher charged at the nearest Death Eater with a sharp meat cleaver in hand.

Even though the surrounding environment was so noisy, Kreacher's voice still reached everyone's ears clearly.

"Fight! Fight! Fight for my master, defender of the house-elves, and in the name of the great Regulus, destroy the Dark Lord!"

There was anger in the eyes of the house-elves.

Probably because the Death Eaters are destroying their homes!

The elves swarmed towards the Death Eaters, and they had a clear division of labor, chopping off feet and hands almost simultaneously.

The Death Eaters didn't even have time to fight back, and were pinned to the ground by the house-elves.

Kreacher held up the meat cleaver in his hand, and looked at the nearest giant.

", "Fight, kill this ugly giant!"

More than a hundred elves rushed up quickly.

This battle with a huge disparity in size makes people tremble with fear.

The elves hacked with knives and axes, but they couldn't hurt the giant's thick skin.

Upon seeing this, Professor McGonagall shouted: "Elves, in the name of Hogwarts Acting Headmaster, I allow you to use magic!"

The next moment, the house elf snapped his fingers.

The magic of goblins is so powerful that some house-elves can make riches grow on the ground to bind giants with just a snap of their fingers.

And some house-elves can even levitate a boulder that weighs as much as a giant to attack.

With the addition of the house-elf, the defenders who had already entered the decline miraculously persevered again.

Snape stood at the window on the fifth floor of the castle, watching what happened in the courtyard.

Seeing that everyone turned the crisis into safety, he let out a sigh of relief.

He was going to help just now, but fortunately, Professor McGonagall and others persisted.

Looking at the purifying potion in his left hand, Snape continued to walk towards the eighth floor.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I reached the sixth floor, I saw the gloomy savior classmate.

"Mr. Potter doesn't seem to be in a hurry at all. Even though people are dying outside anytime and anywhere, you still hang around like this. (Money)

The soft, greasy sound echoed in the corridor on the sixth floor.

Harry sighed helplessly: "Professor Snape, I was just thinking about something, you came just in time, I have something very important to talk to you about.

Snape was surprised by the change in the attitude of the savior classmate.

But now is not the time to talk nonsense.

He put away his wand, grabbed Harry's shoulders, and disapparated into the dock.

With the end of the Black Lake battle.

The Slytherin students defending outside the shipyard return to the castle for support.

"Drink this!"

Harry, who had learned the whole process from Dumbledore, knew very well what the potion 7 in the opponent's hand would do.

So he drank it without any hesitation.

Snape glanced at the other party in astonishment, then lifted his left sleeve, and pressed the fingers of his right hand on the vivid Dark Mark.

Harry knew he was sending a message to Voldemort.

But he believed that Snape wouldn't hurt himself.

Watching the other party finish his work, Harry said after a moment of consideration.

"Professor, I want to tell you about Lucas. He is not as kind as he looks."