Hogwarts: Wizards Supreme

The three Harrys carefully hid themselves in the invisibility cloak and climbed up the stairs.

There was a fierce battle all around. On one side were the crazy and rampant Death Eaters, and on the other side were the professors of Hogwarts, members of the Order of the Phoenix and the stationed Aurors. They were moving chaotically on the stairs and in the corridors. Some were fighting in pairs, and some were fighting in a group.

Harry and the others didn't care about participating in the battle. Under the guidance of the elixir, the magic spells flying around were always just shy of hitting them, allowing them to pass through every battlefield unknowingly and without any danger. .

Harry could have sworn that one of the Death Eaters saw their accidentally exposed shoes, but he was quickly knocked unconscious by a spell that was fired at them. Hermione also secretly recited a spell to help Lupine, who was under siege, and knocked away a Death Eater's wand.

As the top of the tower got closer, the fighting there became more intense. The stairway leading to the top of the tower was blocked by an invisible wall. A group of people were fighting under the barrier. Various magic spells flashed, sometimes illuminating the surrounding area.

Harry and the others leaned against the wall and carefully walked around everyone, approaching the stairs. Snape tried to break through the barrier at the top of the stairs. No one in the melee behind him chose to attack him.

"We can't get through!" Hermione whispered, "It's blocked..."

"Careful!" Ginny grabbed Hermione's arm and pulled her aside. A spell hit the spot where Hermione had just stood, making a small hole with black smoke.

The sudden dodge made them forget to hide themselves, and half of Ginny's body was exposed, attracting the attention of a blond Death Eater, and a curse was struck at her.

Ginny gritted her teeth, rushed out of the invisibility cloak, rolled towards the aisle on the other side, and ran away. The blond man chased after them, and the two of them disappeared into the crowd in the blink of an eye.

"Ginny!" Harry whispered, trying to chase after her, but Hermione grabbed his arm.

"No, she's trying to distract the Death Eater for us." Hermione said urgently. She quickly ducked down to avoid another spell flying over her. "We have to believe her."

"Okay, okay..." Harry forced himself to calm down, but it seemed difficult, "Who can tell me how to unlock the blockade in front?"

"I don't know, but I think we have a chance..." Hermione said calmly.

"I think so too." Harry nodded. The two of them kept getting closer to the invisible wall. Snape was concentrating on reciting a spell, his brows were furrowed tightly, and his expression was rarely anxious.

"Let me just say, Snape has a big problem." Harry muttered in a voice that only Hermione could hear, "Look, even the Death Eaters didn't attack him..."

"He's Dumbledore's agent, isn't he?" Hermione said, pulling Harry away from another spell.

The curse passed through the two of them and hit the ceiling. The violent impact caused most of the ceiling to collapse, and the invisible wall in front rippled and showed its shape.

"There is a flaw!" Harry and Hermione rolled forward in tacit agreement and slipped through the hole in the barrier. Invisible demonic barriers closed behind them, and the collapsed ceiling caused dust to fly behind them, making it difficult to see anything.

The two people looked at each other and ran towards the top of the tower without stopping.

…

Brian dodged the curse shot by Dumbledore, and the powerful white light flew past his ears, filling his ears with a sharp buzzing sound.

Fox still sang the war song. Phoenix's song was a natural sound that inspired courage to the allies, but now it sounded to Brian like countless nails scraping against glass and steel, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

The battle has been going on for some time, and Dumbledore's condition has become worse and worse. The curse has almost swallowed up half of his body, but his power has become stronger.

Brian's resistance is getting weaker and weaker, and his situation seems to be in danger. He rolled to avoid another burst of fire. His movements were a little awkward, but his eyes remained calm and cautious.

He seemed to be losing quickly.

Brian glanced at the ground at his feet calmly, his eyes flickered, and he shook his head in his mind. It shouldn't be at this time...

His figure disappeared again under the cover of the starry sky, and then appeared beside the flying Fox, firing a sharp spell at Fox.

During this battle, he never wasted any energy attacking Fox. Because the Phoenix has strong resistance to spells and self-healing capabilities, coupled with its fast speed, ability to teleport, and flexible flight, it is very difficult to deal with it. Even if it is hit by a spell, it can quickly return to the fight, so it is Lane has never considered Fox a target.

Now Brian suddenly attacked Fox, but he failed to react in time. The curse hit it hard, and the phoenix was blown away like a firework, disappearing far into the night.

Brian's attack on Fawkes revealed a flaw, and Dumbledore's curse struck Brian hard in the waist. Brian was blown away like a cannonball and fell to the ground helplessly.

"That's it now." Brian rolled around on the ground a few times, enduring the pain, his eyes cold and indifferent. He took his left hand out of his pocket, holding the pistol he had modified long ago.

The light silver gun body shone with a cold luster, and the golden runes on it flashed like flowing gold.

Brian's left hand did not tremble at all, and he pulled the trigger again and again almost coldly. Five carefully calculated bullets blocked all Dumbledore's evasion routes and landed silently in front of him.

There was a look of astonishment on Dumbledore's old face. Three bullets penetrated the defensive spell he had placed in front of him that had already been weakened by Brian, and clattered to the ground. Dumbledore only had time to dodge the fourth bullet before he was hit hard on the right wrist by the last one, causing the wand to fly out.

Brian waved his hand, causing Dumbledore's wand to turn and fly towards him. He stretched out his right hand and caught the old wand, but the indifferent expression on his face suddenly paused, revealing a hint of surprise.

He got up with some difficulty, holding two wands in his right hand, pointing the pistol in his left hand at Dumbledore, and said: "You lose, Dumbledore."

Dumbledore leaned against the wall pale and tired, with a strange and somewhat relaxed expression on his face. The left side of his body was filled with a blackened curse, and his right wrist was weakly folded, with bone stubble exposed in the wound, which was gurgling. Bleeding with black blood.

"I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it..." Dumbledore didn't care about his injuries at all, and looked at the gun in Brian's hand with interest, as if he was looking at an interesting Christmas gift.

Brian's face paled even more, but his hands were very steady. He said in an indifferent tone: "So, you can't kill me."

"Yes, it turns out that even those who think they are the best at planning will always fail." Dumbledore said in a calm and pleasant tone, "I wanted to teach you an unforgettable lesson tonight. This principle is true, but it is not wrong to become a negative teaching material..."

"But, I never said I wanted to kill you, Brian." Dumbledore smiled. Even though he was in a sorry state, his blue eyes were as bright as a pair of sapphires, quiet and wise.

"You didn't want to kill me? So are you entertaining me tonight?" Brian's words seemed to be squeezed out word by word.

"I think life without setbacks is not perfect." Dumbledore said with a smile, like a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water. "Things will never develop exactly according to your arrangement, especially people are unpredictable. Creature... You're too arrogant, Brian."

"I seem to have never given you a good lesson, so let's take this as my first lesson." Dumbledore coughed and said calmly.

"Then you are so arrogant, Dumbledore." Brian said coldly, "Are these your last words?"

"No, I shouldn't die in your hands, Brian." Dumbledore looked pleading for the first time, "My meaning has never changed. As I said, I am willing to put my trust in you. If you still Are you willing to believe what I say..."

"Now, it's yours." Dumbledore smiled bitterly, "There are still a few things left in my office..."

"What if I don't want to?" Brian looked at the Elder Wand in his hand expressionlessly. He felt a warm sense of fit and knew that just now, the Elder Wand had belonged to him.

"Anyway, I've given it to you. I know you need it." Dumbledore said calmly, "Moreover, you are willing to believe in 'love'. This is the biggest difference between you and Voldemort, and those cold, ruthless and greedy people." …”

"As I said before, I betrayed your trust and I'm sorry." Dumbledore said weakly, a tear slipped from the corner of his eye and fell on his long beard.

Brian's eyes flickered, the gun in his hand was still locked firmly on Dumbledore, and the expression on his face did not change.