HP Approaches the Magic World

Another green light shot out from behind the silver shield. This time, the one-armed centaur flew over and blocked Dumbledore. He was struck by the spell and was shattered to pieces.

Before the pieces could hit the ground, Dumbledore had already withdrawn his wand and waved it like a whip.

A long thin flame emerged from the tip of the staff and wrapped around Voldemort's body, shield and everything.

For a moment, it seemed that Dumbledore had won, but the match rope immediately turned into a venomous snake, quickly swam down from Voldemort's body, hissed viciously, and faced Dumbledore.

Voldemort disappeared, and the snake stood up on the floor, ready to fight - a burst of flame exploded in the air above Dumbledore's head, and Voldemort appeared again.

He stood on the base in the middle of the pool, exactly where the five statues were standing.

"Careful!" Harry yelled.

At the moment he shouted, another green light flew out from Voldemort's wand and shot at Dumbledore, and the poisonous snake also launched an offensive at the same time - Phoenix Phoenix suddenly landed in front of Dumbledore,

He opened his mouth wide and swallowed the green light whole in one mouthful: it burned into a ball of flame and fell to the floor, small, wrinkled, and could no longer fly.

At the same time, Dumbledore waved his wand vigorously and vigorously - the snake - was still some distance away from biting its fangs into his flesh, and was thrown high into the air, turning into a wisp of thick smoke.

The smoke disappeared.

The water in the pool rose up, wrapping Voldemort like a cocoon made of glass water.

In the blink of an eye, only a black, rippling, vague-faced figure of Voldemort shimmered and stood dimly on the base. It was obvious that he was struggling to get rid of the suffocating water inside.

cocoon.

Then he broke free, and the raised water fell back into the pool with a splash. A large amount of water poured out of the pool and wet the smooth floor.

"Master!" Bellatrix screamed.

No doubt it was all over, no doubt Voldemort decided to escape, and Harry tried to run out from behind his statue guards, but Dumbledore shouted at him: "Stay there, Harry!"

For the first time, Dumbledore's voice sounded panicked.

Harry didn't understand why: the hall was empty except for them, Bellatrix was sobbing, still suppressed by the wizard's statue, and the little Phoenix Fawkes was neighing weakly on the ground.

Suddenly, Harry's scar exploded and he knew he was dead: it was an unimaginable pain, a pain that could never be erased.

He disappeared from the hall, and Harry was tightly locked in a circle entangled by a monster with red eyes. The monster was so tight that Harry didn't know where his body was and where.

It was the monster's body. They were fused together, bound by pain, with no way to escape. The monster spoke, but it used its own mouth, so Harry could only feel his own mouth in extreme pain.

One piece and one piece.

"Kill me now, Dumbledore."

Harry couldn't see anything, he was dying, and his whole body was strongly demanding to be freed. He felt that the monster was taking advantage of him again.

"If death means nothing, Dumbledore, then kill the boy."

No more pain, Harry thought: let him kill us both and make it all over, Dumbledore.

Death is really nothing compared to where we are now.

I can still see Sirius again.

Just as Harry was experiencing a mixture of emotions, the monster's coils loosened and the pain disappeared;

He was lying face down on the floor, his glasses were missing, and his whole body was shaking, as if he was lying not on the wooden floor, but on ice. Many sounds echoed in the hall, and there shouldn't be such sounds.

Harry opened his eyes and saw that his glasses were lying at the feet of the headless statue, and the headless statue that had been protecting him was now lying there on his back, broken and motionless.

He put on his glasses, raised his head slightly, and saw Dumbledore's curved nose in front of his own.

"Are you okay, Harry?"

"fine,"

Harry replied, he was shaking so hard that he couldn't raise his head normally, "Fortunately, I - where is Voldemort, where - who are they - what -"

The main hall was crowded; a fire was suddenly lit in the fireplace along one wall, and the floor reflected emerald green flames. A series of wizards, men and women, crowded out of the fire.

As Dumbledore dragged him to his feet, Harry saw Cornelius Fudge approaching in panic, led by statues of house elves and goblins.

"There he is!"

A man wearing a scarlet robe and a ponytail shouted.

He was pointing at a pile of golden fragments across the hall, where Bellatrix had just been crushed by the statue.

"I saw it, Mr. Fudge. I swear he is the mysterious man. He grabbed a woman and apparated away!"

"I know, Williamson, I know, I saw him too!"

Fudge babbled, panting as if he'd just run a marathon, still wearing his pajamas under his pinstriped cloak, "By God—here—here—at the Ministry of Magic!—for God's sake—

—It’s unbelievable—I mean—how could this happen—?”

"If you go downstairs to the Department of Mysteries, Connelly," said Dumbledore:

——Harry was fine. Dumbledore looked obviously satisfied and greeted him, so that the people who had just entered could realize that he was the first to arrive (several of them held up their wands; others

People just looked surprised; the elf statues and goblin statues were clapping their hands; Fudge was jumping up and down, and his slippered feet left the ground)——

"You will see several escaped Death Eaters in the death chamber, bound by anti-Apparition spells, waiting for you to deal with them."

"Dumbledore!" Fudge was still panting, with a surprised look on his face, "You - here - I - I -"

He glanced frantically around the Auror he had brought with him, and it couldn't have been more obvious before he shouted, almost without thinking, "Get him!"

"Connelly, I'm ready to fight your people again - and win again!"

Dumbledore said, "But a few minutes ago, you saw with your own eyes the fact that I have been telling you this year. Voldemort is back, and you have been catching the wrong ones for the past twelve months.

Man, now is the time for you to learn to use your brain."

Dumbledore's words are always so to the point, and the facts are here and cannot be refuted.