Chapter 498 1 An old friend who passed by in a flash
Time slowed down in Fred's eyes.
When one is close to death, that wondrous feeling maximizes the senses.
Fred heard George's call, and at the same time, he heard the sound of outside noise and fighting.
He also vaguely heard Mrs. Weasley screaming.
"Sorry George, I don't think I'll be able to keep the shop going with you."
Fred's thoughts became clear. He felt that maybe he shouldn't have teased his girlfriend Angelina Johnson last time, and made her angry.
Death always comes very slowly.
Fred wanted to force a smile, it was the last gift from his elder brother to his younger brother.
A splinter sliced Fred's cheek, and he could feel his own amplified pain and the sound of blood gushing through his veins.
The curse flew towards him.
Fred felt like he was going to die.
Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes was just getting off the ground, and he hadn't bought Zonko's joke shop yet.
I don't know if George himself can continue, it must be possible.
As an elder brother himself, George is more mature, although it seems to others that both of them are troublemakers.
Fred thought a lot in a flash, and finally prepared to face death.
The explosion came towards him, dilated in the pupils.
the next moment.
Fred's originally relieved expression suddenly widened.
A turbulent flow of collision appeared in the space in front of him, and then a figure appeared.
The four colors of purple, black, white and gold form a space around and isolate everything.
The deadly curse was blocked out by this force.
Fred opened his mouth in surprise and spit out two words.
"John?"
what happened?
Isn't John missing?
And why, this John looks a lot smaller?
Fred was puzzled, but from the outside it seemed that the time hadn't passed even half a second.
Immediately afterwards, he saw John being engulfed in an explosion.
The deadly curse that was supposed to fly towards Fred turned into nothingness in a bigger explosion.
Fred was blown away by another explosion.
The whole person rolled on the ground more than a dozen times, but there was no other injury.
The beeping tinnitus is buzzing, and the amplified sense brought just now disappears, leaving behind a dizzying blur.
He felt his shoulders being shaken, with an anxious call accompanied by a strong noise.
After an unknown amount of time, Fred finally brought together the distracted eyes in front of him.
A face that seems to appear in the mirror every day, with worry and anxiety in front of it.
"Fred, Fred!" came George's voice. "Are you all right?"
"Very well, it feels like looking in a mirror, but your ear is missing a piece."
Fred woke up, and he let George's restless heart drop with his twin jokes.
"I can't believe how you survived that explosion."
George sat down and looked to the other side, and Fred also looked over.
The wall just now was replaced by a pothole over ten meters.
Even Fred found it unbelievable, and exaggerated: "I am really blessed by John."
"It's a pity that John is not here, otherwise he might give you a raise." George thought he was joking.
Fred believed what he saw, and he saluted the pothole.
"To our boss."
Walking between life and death, Fred can still say such a sentence with a smile.
...
Bellatrix cast a jinx and left.
It's not that she suddenly has sympathy, and it's not that her magic power is not enough.
But because she saw a more nasty guy.
Draco Malfoy.
"Draco, little Draco, Sissy's baby."
Bellatrix let out a morbid and perverted laugh, like a death-defying god of death, and the bent wand drew a white mark on the wall.
Malfoy heard the voice, looked back, and opened his mouth and said, "It's you? You're so ugly, it's a good thing you still have the confidence to live in this world."
The effect is outstanding.
Malfoy ducked to avoid an incoming green spell, and the wand in his hand flashed red.
"It's just that I want to avenge the last time, you mummy-like guy, hurry up and don't get in my eyes."
Malfoy attracted hatred, but the movements of his hands did not slow down at all.
He kept shooting all kinds of spells. Malfoy, who was exceptionally good at spell learning, used all kinds of spells for free.
A spell hit Bellatrix, but the Iron Armor Curse flashed on Bellatrix.
Malfoy's face darkened, and he cursed: "Shameless guy, stole other people's things."
Bellatrix's silver light hit Malfoy, and the Iron Armor Curse also appeared on Malfoy.
The two shot at each other like this, and neither of them hid.
The green light came, and Malfoy used the Flying Curse to drag a piece of medieval armor.
The armor was broken, and Malfoy fired a thousand bullets to send the armor flying towards Bellatrix.
At this time, Cedric also came in. Seeing this, he used a high-sensitivity transformation technique, turning the flying armor into small snakes to go around.
Bellatrix was caught off guard by the two teaming up. The deformed little snake bit Bellatrix, but the little snake fell to the ground.
"What a strong curse."
Cedric could tell Bellatrix's state at a glance.
It was more cursed than the mummy he saw in the pyramid.
Rather than being alive, Bellatrix is now a cursed corpse.
"Kill her here."
Cedric and Malfoy exchanged glances and shot at the same time.
The two are no better than other students, they are all trained and even fought against Dumbledore.
The two fought together, causing Bellatrix to keep backing away.
"Boom--!"
The place where they were was shaken violently.
The two almost couldn't stand still, and Bellatrix on the opposite side suddenly had a face full of surprise.
An ominous premonition welled up in the hearts of the two of them.
Voldemort.
...
Voldemort struck.
He waited for a while to confirm whether Dumbledore had been poisoned by himself.
Voldemort knew he had succeeded after seeing Hogwarts precariously under the attack and Dumbledore never showing up.
Without John and Dumbledore, the current Hogwarts cannot pose any threat to him.
Voldemort is gone. Under the blessing of the magic power star wand, his magic is like a god walking in the world, and his strength is extremely terrifying.
Slughorn, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick.
The three of them worked together to stop the Dark Lord, but they kept retreating under Voldemort's attack.
One person beats three people.
And they are all three powerful wizards.
Level [-] magical power, there is no power to fight back when pressed by a person.
Although Slughorn is old and not a combat wizard, he is amazing enough.
Voldemort raised his wand and spoke his signature spell.
"Avada Kedavra"
The green light flew towards the three of them, and Slughorn, dragging his bulky body, tripped over a stone and escaped.
The green light hit the castle, and the magic on it broke in an instant.
Facing his former teacher, Voldemort showed no mercy.
Instead, he looked at Slughorn very coldly, and said falsely: "I thought you wouldn't be so confused, Horace?"
"Such resistance, and being my enemy."
With scarlet eyes like snakes, Voldemort looked down at Slughorn.
"You turned a blind eye to my invitation, but came to this already decayed school."
"I used to admire you, and followed you to build my own network. You let me down, Horace."
Professor McGonagall supported Slughorn. Facing the proud disciple he had taught, Slughorn said angrily, "I shouldn't have believed you in the first place, Riddle!"
"Don't call me that name!"
Voldemort was furious when he heard the surname that disgusted him.
He raised his wand and shot the Dark Mark skyward.
Announced to everyone, the fall of Hogwarts.
Professor McGonagall said angrily with a pale face, "Albus is still in the castle, Voldemort."
"Really, he should be dying soon." Voldemort sneered, "He shrinks back and doesn't show up, do you think he can really save you?"
Convinced that Dumbledore had been poisoned, Voldemort watched the horrors at Hogwarts.
This place used to be like home to him.
After he graduated, he also applied to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, wanting to stay.
But the headmaster at the time refused his admission on the grounds that he was too young.
After a few years, Voldemort thought he had settled down and was proficient in many magics.
The headmaster at that time was replaced by Dumbledore, but he was still rejected.
Twice rejected by beings who considered 'home', Voldemort's strong affection for the place turned into a curse on everyone who would steal his place.
Now, the home is destroyed.
It doesn't matter, after Voldemort lives forever, he will re-establish a new school for this place that belongs only to him.
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