The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

The Dolores Umbridge in front of him was completely unable to make Harry Potter and the image in his memory merge into one.

But it's too late to think about it...

The screams of the Aurors came from behind them from time to time. These armed wizards specially trained by the Ministry of Magic, after more than ten years of comfortable time, their combat effectiveness has long been abandoned, so they are no match for the Death Eaters in actual combat.

Umbridge didn't seem to know her way either, as she led Harry on a rampage between the shelves of the crystal ball in vain.

"Should go this way!" Harry couldn't help shouting.

His cry seemed to have attracted the attention of the Death Eaters.

I only heard a Death Eater release some kind of spell, and then, like an earthquake, the ground began to shake... All the shelves began to shake, and then fell down one after another.

One of the tall shelves was not far behind them. Harry bent down quickly, only to hear Umbridge screaming from behind.

The shelf pressed half of her body underneath.

"Professor Umbridge!" Harry said hastily.

There was no response, she seemed to have been knocked out...

"Where's Potter?" At the same time, the voice of the Death Eater behind him seemed to be getting closer.

Harry gritted his teeth, broke free from Umbridge's hand, and ran towards the door.

It is true that Harry felt that he might be a little sorry for Umbridge by doing this, after all, she brought someone to save him; but Harry still could not forgive her for what she did at school...

Therefore, he still chose to abandon Umbridge.

...

After a lot of effort, Harry finally escaped from the room full of crystal balls.

He returned to the huge round room he had passed earlier.

Here he saw a companion, Neville Longbottom, covered in blood and walking with a limp.

While clutching the prophecy ball tightly, Harry ran over to support Neville: "Neville, how are they... Where's Ron, where's Ginny, where's Luna?"

"Ron seems to have been under some spell and became stupid; Ginny and Luna were also knocked down by them..." Neville said a little weakly, and suddenly his face turned aside, and he raised his wand and shouted loudly : "Watch out, Harry!"

But it was too late, with a flash of red light, the wand in Neville's hand came out, and he flew a few meters away.

Harry looked back, and saw two figures slowly approaching them... Lucius Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange, they had already broken through the encirclement of the Aurors and followed Harry Here we go.

"The game is over, Potter." Lucius Malfoy said slowly and pulled off his mask: "Now, give me the prophecy ball."

"Don't leave it to him, Harry..." Neville shouted as he struggled to get up.

"He's Longbottom, isn't he?" Lucius Malfoy glanced at him and said sarcastically, "Very well, son, your grandma is used to contributing family members to our cause... so even if you die, It doesn't make her feel bad, does it!"

"Longbottom?" Bellatrix repeated Neville's name in her high-pitched voice, before giggling. "That's great, I've had the pleasure of meeting your parents, little one!"

"I'm XXXX!" Neville struggled to get up and shouted at Bellatrix.

Bellatrix glared at him with a smile, stepped forward to Neville's wand, and stepped on it. Just when she heard a "bang", she stepped on Neville's wand and broke it.

Neville couldn't help but let out an angry roar, but unfortunately it could only be an incompetent roar.

Bellatrix glanced at Harry, then at Neville, looking excited: "Oh, let's see how long Longbottom can last before his parents collapse... unless Potter Willing to hand over the prophecy ball to us..."

"Crucio!" Bellatrix screamed.

Neville screamed, his legs curled up to his chest, his whole body convulsing; he shivered and screamed in pain...

"Be careful, don't just play him to death!" Malfoy frowned and warned.

"It's just for him to savor..." Bellatrix sneered, and put down her wand; Neville also stopped screaming, lying at her feet, sobbing softly.

The witch turned around and looked up at Harry: "Okay, Potter, either hand over the prophecy ball to us, or watch your little friend go mad in pain; hurry up and make your choice!"

Harry didn't have to think about it anymore, he had no choice.

The ball of prophecy was still in his hand, warmed by his body... Harry lifted it tremblingly and passed it...

...

"Look down, Harry!" A majestic voice suddenly came from behind Harry.

Harry ducked his head almost as if on conditional.

Then, a red light brushed past his scalp... Lucius Malfoy, who was caught off guard, was almost hit by it all at once, so he had to choose to avoid it in embarrassment.

A black figure appeared beside Harry and helped him up.

Kingsley Shacklebolt smiled kindly at him: "It's all right, Harry!"

Harry was about to nod when suddenly out of the corner of his eye he saw Malfoy about to cast a spell in this direction.

"Be careful!" he shouted hastily.

Kingsley didn't look back, but raised his wand towards his back, easily blocking Malfoy's blow...

"Find a place to hide, this is our battle!" he urged, and then he turned around and started attacking Malfoy.

On the other side, Remus Lupine and Nymphadora Tonks also appeared, and they rushed over from the gate... They took turns to unleash evil on Bellatrix Lestrange. Curse, facing the attack of two people at the same time, Bellatrix seemed to be a little bit overwhelmed, and was beaten back and forth.

Besides Kingsley and the three of them, more and more members of the Order of the Phoenix appeared here.

Arthur Weasley, Dedalus Diggle, Elphias Dorge... They showed up one by one and went into battle. Soon, Lucius Malfoy was hit in the chest by a stun spell from Mr. Weasley, fell to the ground, and passed out.

Bellatrix saw that there were more and more people, and after dodging Tonks' attack, she panicked and prepared to escape.

There was a smile on Harry's face...but at this moment, he suddenly felt his scar burn and burn unbearably...

He couldn't help but fell to his knees, the pain made him teary and trembling.

"Voldemort is coming!" Harry yelled, struggling.