A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 486: The Death and Return of Felix

The howling wind and swirling colors surrounded Harry, Ron and Hermione, dragging them forward, and when Harry's feet touched the solid ground again, they had come to a completely unfamiliar place. The place.

This is a cemetery.

The three sat on the ground in shock.

"Where is this place?" Ron asked, "I can't see a trace of familiar place, so, is that a cemetery?" All around, he saw a tall yew tree with the silhouette of a building behind it.

On the left is a hill. Harry could make out a fine old house on the hillside.

"There seems to be a problem with the trophy transmission." Harry said, looking around, the trophy was more than ten feet away from them.

"Will someone from the Ministry of Magic make such a low-level mistake?" Ron asked in surprise.

"Oh, Harry, look over there," said Hermione nervously, pointing in one direction.

"Wind sound?" Ron guessed that the wind had picked up at night.

"It's a man, take up your wand," Harry said, and they squinted nervously into the deep darkness, three figures walking towards them step by step between the graves. Is it a Muggle nearby? Harry thought, but he dismissed it quickly, they were both wearing wizard cloaks.

"Stop, who are you?" Harry called to the men.

Small sneers on the wind, never a sign of friendliness, Harry raised his wand, but they stopped a dozen feet away, reaching for the hood on their heads. Harry, Ron, and Hermione relaxed a little, and Harry only felt that the naked skin of the man in the middle was abnormally white, as if he had some terrible disease.

The man on the far left revealed his face. "Barty Crouch Jr.!" Hermione screamed. Harry was taken aback. He didn't care to pay attention to the person in the middle, and moved his eyes to the left. The memory of Christmas night half a year ago came flooding out, "It's really you!"

"Potter," Crouch Jr. grinned, "You should call me a professor, after all I have taught you so much knowledge."

Ron next to him tugged at his sleeve. "Ha, Harry"

Needless to say, Harry also noticed a pair of malicious eyes, coming from the man in the middle. He had just unbuttoned his cloak, and his nose was as flat as a snake, with two slits for nostrils... Harry felt that this makeup looked very familiar. The man stroked his forehead with his pale and slender hands, revealing a pair of scarlet eyes between his fingers.

There is no warmth to be seen from these eyes.

"Voldemort?" he called out.

"How dare you call the master's name directly!" Little Crouch drew out his wand furiously, and stopped him with one hand. A screeching voice like ice cubes followed, "These are my hard-won guests, Barty, and I allow their rudeness this time," said Voldemort.

"Master, why don't I deal with those two things that are in the way?" Yaxley asked humbly, "I came out of the labyrinth castle to contribute."

Harry, Ron and Hermione hadn't recovered from the great shock. The night air was like freezing ice, and a heart-penetrating coldness spread from the lungs to the whole body.

However, Voldemort did not respond to Yaxley's words. His eyes were so red that it was difficult to distinguish the pupils from the whites of the eyes for a moment, but Harry could clearly feel the substantial gazes sizing him up, which were greed, hatred, and a trace of... fear?

Standing on the far left, Barty Crouch Jr. turned into a nice man again, lazily fiddled with his wand, and cast a contemptuous glance at Yaxley. Take your place? Crouch Jr. licked his lips and smiled sickly.

"So, you are resurrected?"

Harry took a step forward, put Ron and Hermione in front of him, and met Voldemort's eyes bravely. He had to try his best to attract the attention of the other side...to actively create opportunities...so that Hermione and Ron would have a chance to escape, and told the professor and Headmaster Dumbledore all this.

But his heart kept falling, as if falling into a bottomless abyss. A voice told him that the chances were too slim. Little Crouch was stronger than the three of them combined a year ago, not to mention the resurrected Voldemort.

Harry looked into Voldemort's eyes, trying to show his fearlessness. But without warning, his scar began to ache more intensely than ever in his life, and his head felt like it was about to explode. Harry covered the scar with one hand, and was still gripping the wand tightly with the other hand. The severe pain made him fall to the ground and convulse continuously, his stomach was churning, he kept retching, and even suspected that he would die in the next second up.

He heard Ron and Hermione yelling something, and then there were several sharp cracks in the air, and the sound of bodies hitting the ground heavily.

At this time, a sudden coolness came from his brain, which quickly soothed his pain. It's Occlumency.

"Tsk tsk, tsk tsk... your friend really cares about you." said the voice without a trace of emotion.

Harry opened his eyes, staring at him, blurry, the effects of the pain still lingering. It took several seconds to see the face of Voldemort, who was close at hand, which should be the color of a corpse, the color of bones. There was no hair on his head, and his bright red eyes looked eerie in the dark, with the pupils degraded into two slits, like the eyes of a snake.

What did he just say? my friend? Harry thought of a terrible guess, no...don't... he struggled to get up, every move hurt like hell, but even so, he didn't let go of his wand.

If Ron and Hermione really... He couldn't imagine the possibility, his stomach started to churn again, and his finger was cut by the stone from clutching the wand. Harry gritted his teeth, feeling better about the pain. As he struggled to get up, he stared at Voldemort with hatred in his eyes.

He responded with a cold and sharp smirk.

He staggered to his feet and shook his head vigorously. Voldemort stepped back silently, still staring at him with that disgusting look.

At this moment, Harry heard a faint moan, it was Ron! Harry was ecstatic in his heart, he was not dead, great! What about Hermione? He couldn't hear her, and the place to his left was dead silent, and Harry didn't dare turn around to make sure.

"You hit too hard, Yaxley, and the girl almost died." Voldemort said softly, "Barty did a good job."

"Master, master...?" Yaxley raised his head in confusion, while Barty Crouch Jr. beside him sneered silently.

"I can use all three of them," said Voldemort softly, his eyes still fixed on Harry, "those two... are not only the best friends of the Savior Harry Potter, but according to Barty, they Are you all on good terms with Felix Hemp?"

"Yes, master," said Barty Crouch Jr. respectfully, "especially that Muggle girl, who became Hap's assistant in her second year."

Voldemort sneered twice.

"The pure-blood family has completely degenerated, and the descendants have become waste, and even let the despicable Muggle seed climb on their heads."

He started pacing, walking up and down in front of Harry. Harry stood there with his eyes wide open, the wand in his hand clenched tightly. If he cast a spell on Voldemort at this time, and then used the Flying Charm to summon the trophy... No, Little Crouch and the Death Eater were staring at him. What about him?

Harry was distraught. Voldemort didn't kill anyone for the time being, but he knew it was definitely not because of kindness, but because he had a more evil plan. Harry's brain was running fast, and he was surprised to find that even though his physical condition was poor, Occlumency still worked independently, keeping him from falling into the abyss of despair.

"I've been looking forward to this scene for a long time, the meeting with the 'great savior' Harry Potter..." Voldemort said softly, Harry's peripheral vision followed his slender, pale fingers, where there was lightness He held a wand tightly, as if a random disarming spell would knock it out of his hand.

Harry is about to move.

Voldemort is too arrogant, he is defenseless and thinks he has no power to fight back. Could this be his weakness?

"...I was looking forward to being reborn with his blood, breaking the fateful arrangement, and then killing him in one fell swoop. But I failed," Voldemort said regretfully, his bare feet stepping on the dirt and wild grass, rustling voice, "Hogwarts is more dangerous than it was thirteen years ago, except for that Mudblood and Muggle protector, Albus Dumbledore...there is another Felix Hemp, who is more dangerous than the old Dumbledore is more aggressive and active..."

"I had to give up the best plan after almost losing my only loyal servant." Voldemort stopped, his snake-like eyes narrowed, and said unhappily. Harry tried his best not to stare at Voldemort's hand too clearly

"So I settled for the next best thing...you don't know how frustrated I am, Harry Potter, I tasted frustration again..."

"Exorcism" Harry shouted, Voldemort waved his hand violently

"Slap!"

Harry's wand fell to the ground. Harry's eyes widened, he didn't see clearly, Voldemort's movements were too fast, as if he had been prepared. At this time Voldemort turned around slowly, stared at him for a few seconds, raised his wand and said softly: "Crucio!"

Harry felt all the bones in his body were burning, his head must have split open along the scar, his eyeballs were protruding, and might burst under the huge pressure at any time, his body was bent in the opposite direction, as if To break him in half. He hoped to stop quickly... hoped that he would pass out... and die...

Harry found that the pain in his body had subsided a little, and there was a trace of warmth from his thigh, which was the amulet in his pocket! There are two forces protecting him at this moment, one is Occlumency, and the other is the knot that Nona gave him. Although each effect is weak, it does make a difference.

Voldemort's snake face was distorted, revealing a cruel satisfied smile, the wand kept pointing at him for an unknown amount of time

The torment is finally over.

Harry's whole body was limp, his back was wet with sweat, and he was panting violently. His head was still on the ground, but he felt the ecstasy in Voldemort's heart. why is it like this? Does torturing himself make him happy?

Harry couldn't understand this emotion, but he was pretty sure that he was right, after all, he wasn't even a little bit happy right now.

"Tie them up," Voldemort ordered softly.

A person came over, Harry put his face on the ground, the wand was not far from him, but he couldn't get it, a rope was wrapped around him, he was dragged on the ground, and he caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye Ron and Hermione were also treated in the same way. Ron's legs were unnaturally twisted and his face was pale. Hermione looked like a corpse, with no heaving chest.

Then he was hoisted by the rope, and his back was pressed against the cold surface. He was stunned for two seconds before realizing that it was a black tombstone. He also saw clearly who the person in front of him was, Barty Crouch Jr., with a silver glove on one of his hands.

"Did you find out, Potter?" Little Crouch licked his lips nervously, "This is my reward from the Dark Lord." Harry glared at him, and this weak threat did not affect Little Crouch at all. With Rauch's movements, the rope wrapped around Harry's body again and again, without a single gap from neck to ankle.

Little Crouch turned and left.

"Stretch out your arm," said Voldemort lazily, and Yaxley and Crouch Jr. held out their left hands at the same time, and Harry saw a bright red tattoo. Voldemort pressed his long, pale index finger on Crouch Jr.'s arm. The mark turned black, and Crouch Jr. made a slight gasp.

Voldemort straightened his back, raised his head, and scanned the dark graveyard.

"How many would have the guts to come back after feeling it? How many would be foolish not to?" he murmured.

Voldemort began pacing again, scanning the graveyard from time to time. Harry doesn't know what's going on, but he thinks it must be something bad, and he's trying to figure it out, Apparating? No, he had lost his wand, and he couldn't do Apparation without a wand like Professor Happe, and there were two people beside him.

He could not have escaped alone.

Wait, Professor Haip? Harry opened his eyes wide, desperately chasing that ray of spiritual light, desperately thinking about something related to Professor Haip... He finally thought of it, it was the Ring of Ouroboros.

In the third grade, Professor Hep told him that the Ouroboros rings of him, Ron and Hermione had been specially treated, and that he could contact the professor on his own initiative, in order to guard against the transformation of Animagus. Peter Pettigrew.

But Harry was disappointed again, he didn't have the Ouroboros Ring with him at all. But...one of them might have.

He tried to turn his head and looked to his left, Hermione was still unconscious.

"Hermione..." Harry whispered, he and Hermione were separated by the gap between the tombstones, but he was so tightly bound that he couldn't even reach out and kick, and worse Surprisingly, his struggle attracted Voldemort's attention.

"Concerned about your friend? Potter?" Voldemort said softly, and he paced over, "Even though she's just a lowly Mudblood, she's more useful than you can imagine..." His eyes flicked to He Min, Harry and Ron said maliciously: "Muggle, half-blood and pure-blood, what a dramatic combination!"

"Resuscitate quickly!" He pointed at Hermione with his wand, and Hermione opened her eyes weakly and slowly, seeing Voldemort close at hand, her eyes widened in fear, and her body fell back, which finally touched her. She groaned in pain from her injuries.

But Voldemort turned his head nonchalantly and looked at Harry.

"I think it would be better for your two best friends to witness your death." A cruel smile appeared on his face, "After that, should the pure blood kill the mudblood, or the mudblood kill the pure blood?" What about the blood? Or let them all die at the hands of that kid... I haven’t decided yet, but I believe it will be a good show."

"You... dreaming." Ron said with a contorted face.

Voldemort looked at him and sneered twice, "Weasley? The disgusting family Cruciatus!"

Ron screamed in pain.

"No"

"Don't"

Harry and Hermione shouted, but the smile on Voldemort's face grew stronger, "I like this feeling, the feeling of mastering life and death..." He continued to point his wand at Ron, letting him Howled in pain, but this time the torture was not long, and Voldemort stopped on his own initiative after a short while, looking around.

The air was suddenly filled with the puffing of the cloak. Wizards Apparate in every dark place. They were all hooded and covered their faces. Walking cautiously, Voldemort took a few steps and stood silently waiting.

A Death Eater fell to his knees, crawled up to Voldemort, and kissed the hem of his black robe.

More and more Death Eaters did this, including Barty Crouch Jr. and Yaxley, and Harry was the only one standing besides Voldemort.

"Welcome, Death Eaters," said Voldemort quietly, and he began his Homecoming Speech, which Harry didn't pay attention to, but gave Hermione a wink, which he didn't dare to make too obvious, which Hermione didn't notice , she was injured

"I smell guilt...no one tried to reach out to me...didn't you know long ago that I took measures to prevent death? Yes, maybe you think there is a stronger force that defeated Voldemort, defeated The master you are loyal to...such as the old man hiding in Hogwarts? Or the boy who survived the catastrophe in front of you?"

The Death Eaters who were kneeling on the ground raised their heads tremblingly, and when they saw Harry, they all gasped.

"Lucius, are you surprised? I heard your son is in the same grade as Harry Potter?"

"Lord, master," came Lucius Malfoy's voice from the densely packed ranks of Death Eaters, "The Malfoy family has always been loyal to you, Draco, Draco and Potter are at school Here is the sworn enemy! He hates Muggles, Potter, and Dumbledore just like me."

Lucius raised his head, "Master, it's great to have you back"

"Lucius," said Voldemort lazily, "my cunning friend, hypocrisy is etched into your bones, and you, like the rest, have never tried to find me...but, in Quidditch, The performance at the Century Cup scene was very interesting, I believe... you are still willing to take the lead in torturing Muggles, right? Even though you let me down once... I hope you will serve me more faithfully in the future."

"Of course, master, of course...you are generous, thank you..."

Next, Voldemort named one by one, including those who didn't come. The Death Eaters kneeling on the ground seemed to be waiting for the trial of fate. Harry took the opportunity to keep gesturing to Hermione with his eyes. Come for an astute glance.

"Ouroboros Ring." Harry muttered softly.

Hermione stared at him, but didn't catch him.

"Ouroboros Ring." Harry raised his voice slightly, and this time, Hermione heard him. She nodded slightly to Harry and moved her arms in a small range. At this time, Voldemort finally completed the trial of the Death Eaters, and they reunited under Voldemort's banner.

"Next, is the climax of my return night, a scene I carefully prepared." Voldemort turned around, his slit-like nose expanded slightly, Hermione stopped immediately, and Voldemort raised his wand: " Let us witness Harry Potter's death together."

All the Death Eaters held up their wands and said in unison: "Witnessed the death of Harry Potter."

Harry felt that the rope that restrained him was suddenly loosened. With an idea, he fell in the direction of Hermione, and with the help of his body, he yanked the rope on Hermione's body twice, and Hermione quickly reached into the mouth bag.

There were murmurs of laughter all around.

"Forgive me, but I have to admit that the Boy Who Lived suffered some torture before that." Voldemort held his wand, grinning cruelly.

The crowd laughed even more.

"Come here, Potter, to meet your fate." Voldemort said softly.

Harry dawdled as hard as he could, buying time for Hermione. It's been so long, the school must have found them missing, no, they should have known from the time they held the trophy but didn't show up on the sidelines, but the school couldn't find them... this is Ouroboros The role of the ring.

"Oh?" Voldemort dragged his voice, "Harry Potter looks a little nervous, please step aside. I remember, you should have learned dueling?"

The Death Eaters scattered with laughter, and Harry limped to his own wand, picked up the wand on the ground, and picked up Ron and Hermione's wands as well, pretending into the pocket.

"A child's trick." Voldemort sneered.

"Let's bow to each other, Harry," he said, bowing, but his snake face was always looking at Harry. "Come on, there are etiquettes... Dumbledore must expect you to behave." Very personable... bow to death, Harry..."

Harry stared at him stubbornly, and Voldemort's wand lightly pressed down, and he was bent over, and Voldemort deliberately kept him in this position for a while in order to humiliate him. There was laughter all around.

That's not bad... At least it's delaying, Harry thought.

"Then, the duel begins."

Harry raised his wand quickly, and the red light converged on the tip of the wand, but Voldemort hit him even faster, it was the Cruciatus Curse, and Harry fell to the ground in pain, feeling the white-hot knife cutting continuously His body, howling in pain, staggered back against the wall of Death Eaters, and he saw a Death Eater with light blond hair beneath a mask, one of his hands in his pocket.

What is he doing? Harry couldn't help thinking that the next second he was pushed back by the Death Eaters around him.

"Does it hurt, Harry?" said Voldemort, his nostrils flared excitedly. "Need a break? You'll have to learn to bear it, because I'll be using this spell... Cruciatus... until you The end of life."

The surrounding voices were muffled, and the Death Eaters looked at Voldemort with awe, which Voldemort was extremely satisfied with.

But Harry found something unusual. Voldemort had only used one spell on him if he didn't count the one that knocked off his wand, plus the frightened expression he thought he had read wrong...Harry suddenly realized.

"You're afraid of me! Voldemort, you're afraid of me!" Harry shouted.

"What did you say, Potter?" Voldemort asked softly.

"You don't dare to use the Killing Curse on me, do you!" Harry shouted loudly, telling his guess, no matter it is true or not, at least it can delay a little time. Magic protection, worrying that the spell will rebound on you again, and you will be finished! It will be a complete joke!"

There was no sound from the Death Eaters around, except for the wind whimpering in the cold night.

Voldemort was silent for a short time, and then he showed a cold smile, "I just want to torture you, and I just want to torture you!"

The spell hit Harry, but this time he didn't fall down. He was trembling all over, but his eyes were fixed on Voldemort, "You are afraid, Voldemort! I wasn't sure at first, but now I believe it 100% Yes. Mom’s protection exists in my blood, you’ve had enough of this pain, haven’t you!”

"It was once thirteen years ago! It was another time when I possessed Professor Quirrell on the back of his head three years ago! How miserable you were at that time, you should show these people how pitiful you are!" Harry mocked loudly , Voldemort looked exasperated, and his pale, slender hands trembled for the first time.

"Cruciatus Cruciatus"

Harry spread his arms fearlessly, giving up resistance. At this moment, a **** ray of light descended from the sky, hit the ground heavily, and blocked Harry, "Ding Ding Ding!" The Cruciatus Curse missed.

Harry opened his eyes wide, and standing in front of him was a steel knight. He couldn't tell whether it was a magic puppet or a spell. He could only recognize the knight wearing a medieval armor with blood stains on his body, like He had just experienced a battle, and he held a huge shield in both hands.

"What?" Voldemort suddenly turned his head, looked into the air, and said through gritted teeth, "Felix Hemp!"

"It's me." Felix said calmly. He was standing in mid-air, with a pair of silver wings swaying gently behind him.

"You came just in time," Voldemort said with a sneer, "I have been suppressing the idea of ​​looking for you, but I didn't expect you to come here by yourself, Avada gnawing on the big tile!" Green light covered the sky, and Felix's silver wings In a flash, the body suddenly disappeared in midair.

When he reappeared, he was already standing next to Harry and the knight, holding a ball of black lightning in his left hand. With a sharp swipe of his other hand, the ropes that bound Ron and Hermione loosened, and they staggered to their knees. "Take Ron and Hermione first, and use the trophy portkey, and the 'Knight' will protect you temporarily," he said to Harry.

Hope surged in Harry's chest.

"Stop them!" Voldemort's snake face twisted, green light filled his field of vision, the knight pulled Harry to the side to dodge, Felix turned around deftly to avoid the spell at the same time. He appeared in the air again, and the black lightning in his hand poured down, smashing into the ground with hundreds of bolts.

The Death Eaters scattered immediately, but there were still a few unlucky ones who were hit.

Felix noticed that little Crouch moved towards Harry, his eyes flickered, and he just pretended not to see it.

Harry found himself being led by the 'knight' to Ron and Hermione, "thank you" he didn't know what to say, maybe there was a wizard hidden in the armor, but he was suddenly stunned because the knight was taken The green light of the Killing Curse wiped out half of the body, the shield at the top and the shoulder on the right side were gone, and the neat cut was corroded by something green.

"Harry, the trophy," said Hermione weakly, helping Ron to his feet.

"The trophy is right, the trophy is flying!" Harry stretched out his wand and shouted, but the surrounding fight was too fierce, even though they were on the edge of the battlefield, they still suffered the aftermath, a large amount of soil was overturned, and there were black tombstones It soared into the sky and smashed towards Felix under the control of Voldemort.

"Man, I think the trophy is that way," said Ron, grinning.

"Oh, that's right!" Harry said hurriedly, and he changed the direction of his wand, "The trophy is flying!" He heard the sound of breaking the air, and this time it was right, and suddenly a figure rushed out, "Bones are broken !” he shouted with a grin on his face.

Harry, Ron and Hermione watched as the Crushing Curse smashed the trophy into pieces.

"Come with me, deal with Potter and the others! The master will deal with Haipu!" Little Crouch shouted loudly, and a dozen black shadows responded to him, and colorful spells struck towards them, the knight He stood up and put the broken shield on the ground, and all the spells were bounced off.

"Go around to the back!" Little Crouch saw the flaw.

"Let's fall back!" Harry yelled, his wand passed through the gap, and the Disarming Charm was cast silently. A Death Eater's wand came out of his hand and flew towards Harry. "Torn apart," Harry yelled again, and the wand broke into several pieces in mid-air.

"Back to where?" Ron yelled, weighing on one foot.

Harry didn't answer. He saw Death Eaters circling around and had already reached their flanks. He quickly threw a few stun spells, but they missed, but the fast and urgent spells made the two aggressive The Death Eaters were taken aback, they didn't dare to approach unscrupulously.

Hermione tugged at Ron, "There is a huge yew behind."

Harry ran into a problem at this moment, he didn't know how to make the 'Knight' obey. Judging from the previous performance, it was quite intelligent, not like magic at all.

"We're going to retreat, you follow us, hear?" Harry said to the knight.

Without getting a response, the knight just stood in front of them indifferently.

During this time, the Death Eaters surrounded him again.

"Back!" Harry said decisively, and at the same time propped up the Rune Armor Charm, they took a few steps back, and the knight, who had been silent all this time, started to move, followed by a step back, always standing in front of them.

"It really works!" Harry was overjoyed, and they quickly retreated to the yew, and under the protection of the huge tree trunk and half of the knight's shield, they barely maintained the situation.

"Here!" Harry took out two wands from his pocket, which he had picked up earlier.

"Excellent!" Ron exclaimed pale. With the addition of Ron and Hermione, the Death Eaters' offensive became more cautious, especially after Ron used the Bright Flame Curse to turn a Death Eater point into a torch.

The Death Eaters tried to extinguish the flames, but ordinary water had no effect at all, and after a while, the flames went out by themselves, leaving the Death Eater dying.

"They are afraid of this spell! They should have thought it would have a miraculous effect on dark wizards!"

Hermione reluctantly used the ancient magic she had mastered. The golden flame turned into a fire bird, and quickly flew to the side of a Death Eater. She opened her mouth and pecked him on the face. The Death Eater immediately let out a terrible cry. .

"Help me!" he yelled.

Little Crouch summoned a stream of water, and the golden flame was extinguished very slowly, and the Death Eater was burned to a pulp.

"Is he dead?" Hermione asked tremblingly.

"What the hell!" Ron yelled.

But then, Hermione just let the firebird hover around the yew and the knight, sprinkled pieces of golden flames, no matter how little Crouch urged, the Death Eaters didn't dare to come forward.

"Use the Termination Curse!" cried Little Crouch.

"Disarm you!" Harry saw the opportunity, and released the Disarming Charm with all his strength. The red light of the spell was like a long laser beam. Little Crouch immediately supported the Iron Armor Curse, and Harry increased his magic power at the same time, Sparks flew from the beam, and the three Death Eaters who were close to Crouch were hit, and their wands fell from their hands and flew into the deep darkness. Ron immediately used the stun spell

"Only hit two," said Ron regretfully.

Harry glanced at the distance in his busy schedule. The cemetery has been completely destroyed, with deep pits and gravel everywhere. Professor Haipu used continuous Apparition, and at the same time, seven afterimages were dragged out. The spell formed an impenetrable net, surrounding Voldemort in the center, resulting in a deadlock. And the spell used by the professor turned out to be

Death Curse!

Voldemort summoned a silver shield from the thin air, and the Killing Curse hit the shield, making a "sizzling" sound, and the Killing Curse, which was weakened a lot in the next second, pierced through the shield with difficulty, but Voldemort had already Taking advantage of this time, he escaped.

Voldemort grinned grinningly, "It's a good tactic, but your Killing Curse is too weak, it's up to me!" He raised his wand, and then the figure disappeared in place. He was suspended in mid-air without the assistance of any wings, just walking against the wind and appearing on the right side of Felix. In an instant, the dazzling green light illuminated half of the cemetery

"Avada eats a big tile"

The spell smashed Felix to pieces.

The battle stopped for a moment. Everyone looked into the air, the green light hadn't dissipated yet, and the body fragments belonging to Felix Hepu were shining brightly, falling lightly like flower petals.

The eyes of Lucius Malfoy, who had been paddling, protruded, and he died just like that? Where is Dumbledore? Are you so confident you can take on the Dark Lord and the Death Eaters? He immediately put his hand into his pocket. There was the contact item that Felix gave him before, and now it suddenly became a hot potato.

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"How is it possible?" Harry felt dizzy for a while. Although he knew that Voldemort was terrible, Professor Haip was also extremely powerful in his heart. He looked around in disbelief. When it comes out once, it will bring Voldemort a fatal blow.

Everyone seems to have this idea in mind. They hold their wands tightly and stare cautiously at the mid-air, where the stars in the night keep twinkling.

Harry's heart sank little by little, and the knight in front of him suddenly became transparent. It had resisted Voldemort's Killing Curse, but now it was going to collapse without anyone attacking it...

Professor Haipu is really dead?

Everyone, friend or foe, needs to take a moment to accept this reality. Only Voldemort moved on the field. He raised his head, took a deep breath, and brushed his palm over his bald forehead with an intoxicated expression.

A great enemy is finally dead.

Another person moved. Hermione took out the beaded bag and put her hand in it, "Please... please... it must be in it." She said in a tearful voice.

She took out the time converter, put it around her neck, and turned the **** on it, "Just three hours in advance." Her fingers kept trembling, and Harry and Ron looked at the small time at the same time On the converter, the eyes gradually brightened.

At the same time, the knight who had been standing in front of them finally collapsed, turning into countless light spots, like fireflies in the dark night.

"Oh" Hermione trembled and turned around once, twice, three times, becoming a group of Death Eaters who didn't know what happened.

"Bones to pieces!" An unstoppable smug voice shouted, Harry's eyes widened, and he hurriedly used the Iron Armor Charm. The magic barrier was formed almost instantly, but a white light came in from the gap and hit directly on the on the time converter.

The time-turner begins to spin rapidly.

Hermione disappeared.

"Where did that girl go?"

"What did he do?"

"Phantom spell or apparition"

At this time, Voldemort's gaze also looked over. He was surprised at the disappearance of the Muggle girl, and at the fact that Harry Potter was still alive and persisted until now.

There is a saying that Harry is right. Voldemort really didn't have the courage to cast the Killing Curse on Harry. He was worried that the nightmare thirteen years ago would reappear, so he figured out a way to torture Harry with the Cruciatus Curse. You don't have to worry about the spell rebounding without losing your dignity.

Except for the death of Felix Hep, nothing happened tonight.

Voldemort kept silent, expecting someone to find out his "embarrassment" and offer to help him solve the trouble of Harry Potter. Barty Crouch Jr....Lucius Malfoy...they'd all guessed what they were thinking.

Subtle footsteps sounded, like a thunderbolt in the silent night. Hermione ran out from behind the huge yew tree

"Hermione!"

"Hermione!"

Harry and Ron were overjoyed. They knew how the Time-Turner worked. For Hermione, hours might have passed, but for them it was only the blink of an eye. Harry was also worried about the Time Turner being affected by Crouch Jr.'s spell, but now that Hermione is here, it means she has succeeded.

"Hermione, teach him" Harry was about to speak, but was suddenly bounced away by a force gushing from her, and Hermione's body began to burst into dazzling golden light. Her appearance is rapidly aging... No, it should be said that she is growing up. She seems to be ten years older all of a sudden, but in the next second she changes back to her original appearance, as if everything before was an illusion.

"Click!"

The Time-Turner on her chest shattered.

"It's time" Little Crouch shouted, a huge sense of crisis welled up in his heart, he absolutely believed in his feelings, "Master save"

But Voldemort also moved out of position ahead of time. He was standing on a high hill just in time to see a black bolt of lightning go through Little Crouch's head and he died.

"Felix Hemp!" He looked around in horror. "Where is it?"

He saw Felix. More like a ghost than a real person, a vengeful ghost. Felix's whole body was covered with dense and strange lines, and his body glowed strangely, looking colorful.

"Teach, teach, teach, professor?" Ron was dumbfounded. The professor's face seemed to be completely demonized, and suddenly he looked more permeable than Voldemort next to him.

"It's me." Felix grinned. His teeth were also made of runes, and Ron even recognized one or two of them.

"Put your hand on my arm," said Felix. While speaking, a large number of light spots poured from all directions ~IndoMTL.com~ to fill his body. Harry, Ron, and Hermione did at the same time, and then Felix held out his other hand, and a wand fell into it.

He looked around, and the Death Eaters avoided his eyes. Only Voldemort looked at him condescendingly, with an inscrutable expression, Felix smiled, scared silly?

He directly cast Apparation and disappeared from the graveyard.

The next second, Felix, Harry, Ron, and Hermione appeared in a temporary tent outside the maze castle.

"Professor, you really did it! Dead and resurrected!" Hermione yelled in surprise, and Harry and Ron were also full of joy.

Felix smiled at them, and suddenly fell powerlessly.

"Professor"

"Professor Haipu!"

"Professor"

Harry, Ron and Hermione shouted at the same time. At this moment, the inside and outside of the labyrinth castle has become a mess.