A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 75: Respective battles

There were still traces of the Great War on the fringes of Hogsmeade village, and Voldemort took a moment to remember.

Although he escaped last time, he has also fought against two top wizards in the world. The threat evaluation of Voldemort by the Ministry of Magic of various countries has risen sharply.

The headmaster of Ilvermorny School in the United States made a lesson from the past. No one dares to underestimate this evil force entrenched in the UK. Even the decisive battle half a century ago has been repeatedly mentioned, and many newspapers have publicly used' The second Dark Lord' to call him.

Voldemort was now wandering the streets of Hogsmeade, looking for his target.

He was looking for a place, not a slimy lovers' teahouse, nor an owl post office full of bird droppings and noise. He saw the Three Broomsticks bar from a distance, and he weighed it for a while, and then he saw another Deep alleys.

The long memory was touched, he walked in with a little sadness, and stopped at the door of a small bar.

Everything here seems to have not changed—the broken wooden signboard, the rusty bracket, and when the wind blows, the wooden signboard and the bracket shake together. The barbarous shouting of wine floated through the grime-laden bay windows.

"Hey!"

Voldemort opened the door and walked into the Hog's Head, bringing in the cold wind of an early February night. The scene in front of him was even more familiar to him: sitting in the bar were a dozen or so hidden guests, wearing veils and hoods, as if this was the latest trend.

Just a cursory glance, he judged that at least three tables of guests were conducting illegal transactions.

The waiter at the bar was pushing a flaming glass of wine to the hooded guy, and then the waiter, Aberforth, continued to wipe the empty glass, looking up casually, and his movements suddenly changed. stiff.

The sound of the glass breaking attracted the attention of the other guests. They looked at Aberforth, and then turned their wary eyes on Voldemort.

"Hiss~"

There was a terrible gasp. The temperature in the squalid, dimly lit room seemed to drop to freezing in an instant.

"God, You-Know-Who!" cried a wizard by the fireplace.

He is covered in blood-stained bandages. It is difficult for him to be welcomed by the Three Broomsticks not far away, but he can show up in the Hog's Head, which is why this small bar can last forever. s reason.

The wizard stood up in a panic, knocking over the table in front of him with too much force, and took out his wand - not to attack - but to apparate.

Then there was a flash of green light, and he fell straight down, his wide-eyed eyes showing the restlessness before he died.

Voldemort held his wand lazily and saluted, "I'm going to entertain a guest, so everyone, I hope you can help me."

For a moment, the air in the bar seemed to freeze.

The skinny wizard with dark circles, who looked like a vampire, screamed: "He wants to kill everyone!" Voldemort's eyes moved slowly, and a sneer appeared on his mouth. Fall like wheat——

The revolt begins, and so does the massacre.

Another person tried to apparate, but was strangled to death by a shadow wrapped around his neck in the dark. The desperate cries and the faint light brought by the spell across the air were confined in this dim bar, and no one could escape.

In less than a minute, there were only three people left in the room.

Aberforth summons the Patronus to pass the news of Voldemort's arrival. The physical goat Patronus passed through the wall, disappearing in the blink of an eye. After the killing, Voldemort calmed down and stared seriously at the face that resembled Dumbledore.

If it was only similar in appearance, he would not have cared about it at all, and would have killed him without hesitation, but Aberforth was not only not weak, but far surpassed the level of ordinary wizards, and his will to resist was also extremely tenacious, which brought Voldemort Trouble—insignificant, but enough to make him look differently.

For Voldemort, who was obsessed with the power of blood, he was powerful and Dumbledore-like, and these characteristics allowed him to connect Aberforth and Dumbledore. He stared at Aberforth's bright blue eyes blazing with rage under his dirty spectacles, and the wispy gray strands of his hair and beard, which grew more and more like him.

The failed job hunting experience decades ago came to my mind:

He was ambitious and planned to spread his influence to the entire magic world. He chose the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor as his springboard, but his plan died before it even started. Dumbledore rebuffed him mercilessly, pointing out the embarrassing fact that his servant was at the Hog's Head.

He remembered Dumbledore admitting that he had a good relationship with the local bartender...

"I see." Voldemort smiled, with an evil expression on his face, he waved his arms twice, and two more wizards fell, leaving only Aberforth alone.

Aberforth looked serious, he knew he couldn't escape, and there was still hope before, but he insisted on fighting, and it turned out that this was the wrong choice, he was not the opponent. Now that he was alone, it was as difficult as ever to Apparate in front of Voldemort.

"Who are you, Dumbledore?" Voldemort asked softly.

"Bah!" Aberforth spat on the ground, mixed with the meandering stream of blood. He raised his wand.

The battle ended quickly.

Despite all the evidence pointing to Aberforth's staunch resistance, and despite half the wall of the Hog's Head being in ruins, Voldemort won easily. He swung the snake wooden stick slowly, and several snake-like ropes sprang out from the tip of the stick, trapping Aberforth tightly.

He was hung upside down from the crumbling ceiling.

Voldemort was very satisfied. He walked up to Aberforth, watched him struggle, and leisurely fetched a bottle of wine and a glass from the bar shelf, but both the bottle and the glass were too dirty. He threw it away in disgust, and asked in an almost whispering voice: "Can you say it now? Who are you from Dumbledore? A relative, or... a brother?"

"You...sheep shit...scum..." Aberforth spat out a few scattered words from his **** mouth, which didn't sound like good words.

"You have to learn to fear the strong, has no one taught you? Or are you illiterate?" Queen Voldemort said, he waved his hand, and the snake-like rope was tightly wrapped around Aberforth's neck, and he calmly Say, "Cruciatus—"

Suppressed screams sounded.

"I hope you can survive until Dumbledore comes to save you."

Compared with the tragedy in the Pig's Head Bar, the Sword Fort in Diagon Alley is like a flaming sword, attracting everyone's attention. The sharp blade pointed straight up, billowing thick black smoke. In the darkness, more than a dozen black-robed wizards continued to increase the fire, and the building fragments that fell from the sword castle smashed the ground into burning pits one after another.

The striker stationed in Diagon Alley fought fiercely with the black-robed wizard.

"Damn it, they're using Fiendfyre! Are they trying to destroy this place completely?" A striker hid behind Ollivander's window, suddenly stretched out his arm and threw a few spells, sending an imposter into the enemies knocked down.

But Holt's heart kept sinking. He didn't know what happened in the ministry, but five minutes had passed since the distress signal was sent out, and the support from the ministry had not arrived. There are only two people in Diagon Alley right now. An emergency team is enough for daily patrols, but in the face of sudden attacks, this number of people seems to be stretched.

It wasn't long before they had to give up guarding the communal fireplace in Diagon Alley and fight their own way in the streets.

With a few loud bangs, Holt knew that the fireplace with a long history was blown to pieces. There will be no support for a short time.

He was panting, looking at the Sword Castle in the distance, the magical building seemed to be crumbling, he hoped that there would not be too many people inside, maybe they had already disapparated and escaped. Suddenly, he rubbed his eyes, suspecting that his eyes were blurred.

A person quietly appeared at the gate of Sword Castle, looking up at the burning torch.

With the help of the flickering firelight, Holt saw the profile of the man, with short black hair, blue eyes, and tall and thin. Holt wanted to scream, but he was too far away, and then he saw a shocking scene, the surrounding Fiendfire spontaneously converged into the man's hand, congealed into the shape of a long sword, the flames flashed, and he stood upright. The black wizard not far away was pierced by the flaming long sword, and a large amount of flames burst out from the black wizard's body in the next second, burning into coke in the blink of an eye.

Holt seemed to be nailed in place and could not move. At this moment, a spell struck from a corner, but it missed and hit the window glass, cutting off half of the metal fence neatly. He hurriedly shrank his head and squatted down, throwing a few spells indiscriminately, he knew that he definitely missed anyone.

"Come in, boy! Come on!" said a voice from overhead, and Holt looked up to see the white-haired Ollivander waving to him through the window.

Holt's jaw almost dropped in shock. Didn't this old man go abroad for vacation? He scrambled and hid in the house, the door slammed shut, and he asked eagerly, "Are you really Mr. Ollivander?"

"It's true," Ollivander said, hiding behind a pile of old boxes, watching the outside world.

"But you're not—"

"That's fake news, it's a lie, I've been hiding in the basement of the store," Ollivander muttered, "I had to do this, because a lot of cane makers suffered for a while, I I don’t want to disappear inexplicably like Gregorovitch... the Ministry of Magic is just you guys? Why are there not as many Death Eaters?”

"There are only two teams in Diagon Alley now, and the fireplace has been destroyed." Holt explained: "However, a turning point has come."

"Why didn't I see it?" Ollivander whispered.

The shouting outside suddenly weakened, Felix glanced into the hall, although it was a mess inside, but there were no corpses, Remus and a dozen staff were protected by a group of tall and burly magic guards, Fight with more than twenty dark wizards.

The surface of these large puppets is rippling with light like water waves, and ordinary spells do not work on them at all. Rather than saying that they were evenly matched, it might be better to say that Remus and the others held back that group of people.

What's more, these employees are also fully armed with a full set of anti-spell products.

Felix turned his head and appeared high in the sky, spread out the rune book, and chopped down black lightning bolts. In just a few seconds, the enemies outside the sword castle were wiped out, and he walked into the sword castle In the hall, there was still a fierce battle inside, and the group of black wizards didn't notice Felix's arrival, or in other words - the people guarding outside didn't have time to notify.

"Can we retreat?" A dark wizard shouted, "We can't attack at all! Those stone lumps are too strong, harder than metal!"

"No! You have to wait for that person to come." said another, who was clearly superior and seemed to be in the lead.

Felix also noticed this person, and quickly found the corresponding name on the Death Eaters list, "Lestrange..." is a member of the Lestrange family. "Are you waiting for me?" He walked towards the battlefield, piercing the air with his fingers, and the black smoke billowed out.

"It's Felix Hemp! He's here, let's go!"

Someone shouted, and they Apparated one after another, but it was too late, and Felix was a little disappointed not to be able to find Bellatrix Lestrange among these people, but it would have been Not in the plan, Voldemort hadn't been cornered yet, and there was no greater temptation to separate him from his one and only Horcrux.

He waved his hand again, the hall was covered with silver light, and they seemed to be taken to a completely strange place in the blink of an eye. Before he had time to react, the overwhelming golden flames filled this special space.

They are incinerated in the mind space.

In reality, the dark wizards' eyes were absent, their bodies were stiff, and their eyes rolled up involuntarily. Penello took the opportunity to stun the two before noticing the abnormality.

"This is?"

Kremi pointed to Felix, and Penello suddenly realized, showing a surprised expression. She stared at these dark wizards, they had already escaped from the special state, "Quick—" one of them shouted, before the word "run" was finished, their bodies became stiff again, as if they were being held by an invisible knife The hammer hit the back of the head hard.

Other people in the sword castle stopped their hands one after another, and those black wizards staggered out a few steps and fell down in unison.

Felix found that 'Lestrange', squatted down and opened his eyes, and looked at each other. 'Lestrange''s eyes magically turned silver gray. After a while, Felix S stood up.

He waved his magic wand, and the Fiendflames that were constantly burning inside and outside the Sword Castle gathered towards him. The tip of the wand seemed to hide a black hole, with infinite suction, and those Fiendflames that were entrenched on the building and turned into various animal forms were torn away. It has to be deformed, and finally all come together and become a small ball.

Felix took it off lightly, and held it in his hand, like holding a somewhat warm glass ball.

"Felix." Lupine came over, "These people..."

"Lock them up first. The Ministry of Magic has no time to send someone to receive them. What happened to your side? Are there any casualties?" Felix asked in a low voice.

"There were no casualties." Lupine panted, looking at the people lying on the ground in the distance, he couldn't help smiling, "The attack happened after work, most people went back, I gathered the rest Together, we escaped the first wave of attacks. Then I launched the puppet guards to let those employees who are not good at fighting leave from the fireplace, so it took a while, and the remaining people who voluntarily stayed to defend the company followed the puppet guards to the hall, Just bumped into these people."

"Honestly speaking, the strength of the enemy..." He frowned, "It's not the same as in my impression. Didn't do it. Penello and the others are not fighters."

"You're right," Felix nodded, "Voldemort's power is simply not enough to fight against Hogwarts, the Future World Corporation, and the Ministry of Magic at the same time. I probably checked their memories. These The people are made up of several Death Eaters and the dark wizards they recruited and threatened, and the task is to create as much chaos as possible. It is estimated that the Ministry of Magic is also in a similar situation.”

"If this is the case, the casualties will be much less." Lupine analyzed, "How about the school?"

"Well, everything was peaceful when I came here, but now, it's hard to say..."

"Hurry up and go back! I can handle it here, and I promise, everything will be back to normal when you come again." Lupine said quickly.

Felix smiled lightly, stepped forward, and the scene in front of him changed rapidly——

Hogwarts, Frank and Alice, disguised as students, were holding the Marauder's Map, staring at the name belonging to 'Avery' on it. Taking a look, he lowered his head to look at the string of extra student names on the map.

After getting the broom, these students dispersed to the various entrances of the school. Ron, Hermione, Neville, Fred and George, and some of them rushed to the gate of the castle, and were surprised to find that the gate was locked. Filch stood guard at the door.

"Under the order of Vice Principal McGonagall, all students are not allowed to step outside the castle." Filch said with a straight face.

"Oh, come on," said Hermione, "we want to help, and we can, and the professor's right behind the door, aren't we? Filch, sir, we can't let them fight alone, their opponents have ulterior motives." corpses, dementors, werewolves, vampires, or whatever..."

"He's not going to get out of the way," said Fred angrily, "I might as well give him a—"

But Filch thought about it, and really stepped aside.

"Thank you, Mr. Filch." Hermione said excitedly, she took out her wand and pointed, the door opened silently, and the voices of the professors chanting spells could be heard in the distance. "They should be on the stone steps, yes, that's it!"

They walked out of the oak gate one by one, and Filch grabbed Mafalda with a dazed expression, not knowing why she was here. Same as Luna next to her. "You can't go! You're too young..." Filch said with his eyes puffed up. He stared at Mafalda and said hesitantly, "You, you're a freshman? What's your name?"

Mafalda turned to look at Luna, pointed out, "I don't know, ask her!"

"What's going on?" Ron came over angrily, he was sitting on the broom just now, but suddenly something happened, he took a breath when he saw Mafalda, "Why are you here? "

Filch and Mafalda looked at Luna, and Ron turned his head stiffly, praying that he would not hear an outrageous answer. Luna said happily: "Didn't I greet you before, I was there-"

"You found Mafalda behind that door?" Ron lost his voice. He remembered what happened earlier, when Luna tried to open a door.

"Yeah, I saw her and Umbridge go in, and after a while she was the only one who came out and locked it from the outside. I thought it was strange, so I knocked on the door, but there was no response from inside. It was later discovered that it wasn't Umbridge..." Luna spread her hands.

"You idiot, Luna, it's clear Umbridge used Polyjuice Potion!" Ron yelled at her.

"Don't you yell at her!" Mafalda yelled.

"Don't mess with me!" Ron yelled back ~IndoMTL.com~ He roughly shoved Mafalda into Filch's hands, as if he had shoved a piece of junk, "Uh... Excuse me , Cough cough, help watch her, don't let her run away."

"Ron!" someone shouted in the distance.

"Oh, shit, I have to go back up Harry," said Ron, trotting to the platform outside the gate, and riding broomsticks with the twins and Neville.

At this time, another voice sounded behind them——

"Wait a minute!" Alice ran over panting, "You - you shouldn't - go out - it's too dangerous outside -"

"Is it over? Who is this-" Fred said angrily, looking like he wanted to hit someone. Seeing Alice's face, Hermione acted as if she had seen a ghost, and tugged on his sleeve, almost pulling him off the broom, "Ouch! Hermione, what are you doing?" "She's Neville's mother..." Hermione Min whispered, and Fred was taken aback.

"Does Neville know?" Fred asked in a low voice, George tried to eavesdrop, but he pushed back. Hermione shook her head.

Alice Longbottom stared at Neville: "You are still young—"

"It's not young anymore," said Neville, looking eagerly into the distance, seven or eight hours had passed since Harry left. He said bluntly: "You can choose to stay in the castle, and I choose to support Harry, which is normal."

"No, I mean, they'll be fine, you just need to stay at the castle, the adults will take care of everything, children—" Alice said eagerly, pulling Neville hand, "Think about your parents!"

"I'm sorry," Neville said, "They will be proud of me." He took a deep look at Alice, kicked his feet hard, and flew into the sky.

Fred on the side gave a thumbs up. He, George, and Ron flew in the direction of Hagrid's cabin.