, his internal organs seemed to be frozen, and he was lost in the same place of the apparition. Phoenix struggled to dodge the storm, desperately rummaging in his pockets for anything he could use. What wonderful treasure could help him in the situation he faced?

A meniscus-shaped glass bottle slashed across his fingertips. Good luck seems to be what he desperately needs, but it is by no means the right choice, he does not think that chance can turn the situation around and turn defeat into victory.

It seems to be a hood woven of water, slipping into the hand of a random fumbling object.

Aha! How did I forget it. Stealth was exactly what he needed, out of this damn fight. Peverell is not a fan of honors or death. They have always been able to beat you with ten men, and they will never send nine. After breaking away from the battle, returning to the main battlefield, and helping the army win, he turned back and cleaned up this masked horseman.

The last flash of fire flickered, and the knight's hand holding up his wand froze.

"Manifest!" he roared, but nothing appeared, "Wearing an invisibility cloak, aren't you? You coward, come out for me! That thing can't save you—"

The knight lost his target and went crazy and fired spells around him.

"You can't run!"

Hearing this, Phoenix subconsciously looked back, and the knight cast a pale pink spell towards the golden-red sky, spiraling straight into the sky.

In an instant, the clouds were thick, and before people could react, the sky fell, and the snowflakes were far more dense than usual. Beneath the cloak of invisibility, the Phoenix Phantom Shifter went straight over the wall of snow. The thick wall of snow smashed on the ground, painting everything as far as the eye could see white, as if a snow-white cloak had been draped over the earth.

This is not just snow, as soon as it touches the fur of the invisible beast, the white snow turns bright orange-yellow, and glows slightly at night. A spell invented by a South American wizard in ancient times to deal with the wielder of the Cloak of Invisibility.

Although it is the only way to crack the stealth enemy, the key depends on how to use it, and it is too small to use it in this way.

"Help!" was heard in the fierce music.

In the snow, countless orange shadows flew in the air, making it impossible for the spellcaster to tell that the invisible man was looking for him.

Phoenix was dragged out of the main battlefield, with no one to save him, and every Peverell member did their duty. During Phoenix's inability to command the army, his wife, Hermione, would take his place. She can't lead people in and out of the face of superior forces like Phoenix.

At Watson's suggestion, he waited in place.

Hermione told herself. No one is safe in war, and anyone's life is at risk. The sheer corpses in Hogwarts Castle taught her something that Hogwarts schools don't teach.

She clutched the handle of her broom and watched as the two armies continued to fight.

Another voice in her head said to her, it was no different, Phoenix always made her wait. Especially when it's time for dinner, Hermione needs to go to Phoenix's usual place to drag him home.

He had beaten Voldemort, and no one was more terrible than him, and I had nothing to fear. As long as he stays here with a calm face, he will come back in a while to take over the banner behind him.

The cold wind blew high in the air, making the Peverell heraldic hunt rattle.

The snow was falling heavier and heavier, and gradually only blurred shadows and a background full of white and red were left in front of me.

God—she was not as religious as her parents, but as an atheist as a shaman. But as the minutes passed, Phoenix was nowhere to be seen, and her heart was freezing little by little with the air around her.

She could hear their voices, far away, rapidly approaching: the roars and wails of creatures, explosions, curses, and even the murmurs of her dying mother.

The band played a piece of music and set the melody for the chorus in the snow, but I don't know whose triumphant song it was.

The voice faded until it died down, and at last only the Hippogriff's winged beast screamed.

Phoenix returns in a quaint invisibility cloak and rides a slightly damaged handlebar and a smoke-emitting tail sweep11. The dusty shield, with the Peverell coat of arms printed on it, becomes a more complex geometric figure. Except for my milky face, I seem to be safe and sound. However, as he flew closer, Hermione noticed that his armor had turned rainbow-colored.

"You're not hurt. She said.

Phoenix raised his hand. "I'm fine," he said, "and some are not blood, it's vomit." He looked at Watson, "Go find the rider who made me drop my broomstick, he was wearing a cloak with the unicorn coat of arms." ”

"Are we going to pursue?" Hermione handed him the map. The previous neat military formations of the two sides had long been shattered, and some even pursued the enemy to Florence.

"No, let Mercedes gather the team - ah, she doesn't feel good either. Phoenix took a large sip of the chocolate milk in the flask, suppressing the intense magic Animagus after using it.

A huge emerald green flying carpet rested at the feet of the two men.

A large crowd of people lay on it, all miserable. Healers shuttle back and forth, house-elves running back and forth with trays full of potions. Mercedes gulped down the golden-red potion, and half of his black hair turned gray.

"How's the loss?" said Phoenix, sitting next to Hermione.

"Okay, it will probably take a little longer to gather troops, but we are above our own forest, so we don't have to worry about being raided. She breathed a sigh of relief, "What about the captives?"

"By the rules should ...... I think it was to be trained as a slave or to be redeemed. He waved his hand to signal that he was okay and asked the healer to help the others, "This is our first battle, beheading," he sighed, "hanging by the castle." ”

"Which castle?"

"This. He pointed to a place name on the map.

"Is this our castle? I remember it was open to Muggles?" Hermione said.

"Now it is. Phoenix didn't care, and said to Mercedes, "When you go back, disperse the army as soon as possible, don't gather, scatter but not mess up." He glanced at his watch, "The 'robbing' of Gringotts' armies in various places should be almost over, and among the looted resources, I have an alliance with them sorted out, and the rest are also scattered and preserved. ”

An attendant hurried over.

"My lord, this is a detailed report. ”

Mercedes took the parchment, looked at it, and handed it to Phoenix.

He looked at the list of casualties and thought for a moment.

"They're all new recruits and don't have a lot of experience. ”

"Veterans are not necessarily much better than them, everyone hasn't fought for many years, it's all a small fight. ”

Mercedes can't deny this.

Two young men with high spirits carried them, bragging about how they had just shocked all directions and killed the enemy. All the places on the injured person's body were charred black, looking like a charred corpse that had been burned, but if you looked closely, you could see that the charred places were covered with green liquid under the skin, and at first glance, the person seemed to have been rotting for a long time.

"It's not serious, it will be fine tomorrow. The therapist took one look and said, waving his hand impatiently and asking them to quickly carry it away, "Carry it to the curse department, this is the emergency department." ”

"What are you going to do about France?" Hermione unbuttoned his armor for him, and only then did she realize that Phoenix was trembling slightly, it was not from freezing.

"Leave that temporary Ministry of Magic to fend for itself, we have more important business. ”

Watson landed on the flying carpet, undoubtedly empty-handed, dealing with eighty percent of the phantom shifts.

"Just in time, you go back at once and gather the allies of the Peverell family in my name. ”

"All?" said Watson, with a serious expression.

"All. ”