Chapter 161: The Battle of Hogwarts (7)

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"Squat!" Harry shouted. Another batch of spells flew from the night sky, and Phoenix grabbed Hermione and the Beauxbatons girl and dragged them to the ground.

Phoenix yelled, "Harry, go, you must leave!" I'm going to stop them. ā€

Hermione screamed, and Harry turned around to understand why she was screaming. A giant spider the size of a car was crawling in through a gaping hole in the wall: one of Aragog's descendants had also joined the battle.

"I should have sent you all to the breeding base a long time ago." Phoenix shouted.

Phoenix and Harry shouted at the same time, and the two spells collided together, and the giant spider was knocked back, its legs twitching horribly, and disappearing into the darkness.

"Let's go, let's go!"

He looked out of the castle through the hole in the wall that had been blasted by the spell, and many giant spiders had crawled up from the outside of the wall. It must have been the Death Eaters who broke into the Forbidden Forest and released them. Every time Phoenix slashed his wand, a large number of spiders fell to the ground, and eventually the spiders were so frightened that they fled for their lives and did not dare to attack through the gap. Another spell passed over Phoenix's head, so close that he felt the power of the spell blow his hair.

He slammed his neck and shot a green light with his backhand in the direction of the spell. Then, a figure rolled down the stairs.

Glancing at the map again, he ran towards the third floor.

The hallway was dusty, littered with shattered stones, and the glass in the windows was long gone. Phoenix saw a lot of people running around at the end of the hallway, not knowing whether they were friends or foes. Turning a corner, Hermione and Harry were with two Death Eaters, surrounded by people, friend and foe.

The tapestry on the top of the staircase where they were was suddenly torn open.

"Potter!"

The two masked Death Eaters stood there, but before they could raise their wands, Phoenix shouted, "Bladeless!" ā€

The two masked Death Eaters fell silently.

"Stand back!" Phoenix shouted, and he, Harry, and Hermione pressed themselves against a door, and a large pile of tables rumbled past, and Professor McGonagall darted to direct them, seemingly unaware of the three of them. Her hair was loose and she had a wound on her cheek.

The Death Eaters seemed to be unable to cope with the animated tables, and they were knocked into one after another.

"That's enough for Professor McGonagall, let's go somewhere else." Phoenix said.

"Go downstairs, it's a lot of fighting." Harry yelled, "Seeing that Kingsley has dealt with the enemy, they went to support the fifth floor." ā€

They ran down another staircase and found the hallways full of fighters. Masked and unmasked Death Eaters wrestle with teachers and students, and the portraits on either side are crowded with people, all shouting for ideas and encouragement. Neville is battling Dolohov head-to-head, and Parvati is dealing with Travers. Harry, Ron, and Hermione immediately raised their wands and prepared to fight, but the fighters were constantly moving in and out, and if they fired spells, they would probably injure their own people. They stood there, ready to strike at any moment's notice.

"Be careful!" Hermione exclaimed in alarm.

A masked Death Eater silently crept up behind Phoenix, sword in hand and wand in the other, stabbing him in half before he could come to his senses.

Harry and Hermione watched in disbelief, but Phoenix didn't fall. Instead, the Death Eater spurted a stream of blood from his chest and collapsed in confusion.

"Don't be stunned!" Phoenix appeared on the other side of the hallway at some point, knocking out several Death Eaters one after another.

"How-?" Hermione was terrified.

"The Persian scene is still quite useful against fools." With a wave of his wand, the sight of Phoenix smiling at them vanished.

"Wait," Phoenix pulled Harry, who wanted to help, "I have something to tell you. ā€

"I don't know what Voldemort would personally fight," Phoenix said, pulling out a small vial filled with silvery-white gas, "Professor Dumbledore said, and if the Horcruxes are only snakes, give this to you." ā€

"What is this?" Harry took the vial.

Hermione and Neville work together to knock out Dolohov, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Go to the principal's office, the password is: deer."

Harry looked closely at the medicine bottle, and there was a small copper plate embedded in the middle that read: To Harry.

Harry was silent.

"Go ahead, go see." Leave Harry alone and join the fight.

After clearing the group of Death Eaters, they rushed to the top of the marble staircase that led to the foyer.

The stairs and foyers were crowded with fighters, and as far as the eye could see, there were Death Eaters everywhere. Yaxley, near the front door, was wrestling with Flitwick. Right next to them, a masked Death Eater was battling Kingsley. The students ran in all directions, some hugging and dragging their injured friends. Neville casts a stun spell at the Masked Death Eater, but misses him.

Neville, Phoenix, and Hermione rushed down the marble staircase, and suddenly there was a sound of glass smashing on the left, and the hourglass of Slytherin, which was recording the house scores, was shattered, and the emeralds were scattered everywhere, and the soles of the running people were slippery and staggering. As they ran to the bottom floor, two human bodies fell from the hall above, and a gray figure, on all fours, ran down the hall and bit down on the person who had fallen.

"No!" Hermione screamed, her wand exploding with a deafening bang, and Fenrir Greyback was knocked back from Lavender Brown's slightly throbbing body, slamming into the marble railing, struggling to his feet. Then, a dazzling white light flashed, and with a crackling sound, Fenrir's body cracked like glass and shattered to the ground.

Hermione ran over and saw Lavender's neck bitten through. She tried to stop the bleeding, but to no avail. Lavender made a terrible 'cough-cough' sound in his throat, and blood foamed slowly spilled out of his mouth.

Phoenix pulls Hermione to her feet, dodging a death curse.

"Don't be stupid, she's dead." He said.

Just then, the heavy wooden door was smashed open, and another group of giant spiders broke into the foyer.

The air was filled with screams of terror, and the combatants, whether Death Eaters or Hogwarts teachers and students, fled in all directions, and red and green lights shot into the middle of the approaching monsters. They shivered and stood on their hind legs, more intimidating than before.

Suddenly, a high-pitched, cold voice that seemed close at hand began to speak.

Voldemort's voice echoed through the walls and floors, and his voice could be heard clearly by the people who were still fighting in the castle, as if he were standing beside them, his breath squirting at the back of their necks, and he could kill them with a single strike.

"You have put up a brave resistance," said the high-pitched, cold voice, "Lord Voldemort knows how to appreciate courage. ā€

"But you have suffered a heavy loss. If you continue to resist, you will all die one by one. I don't want anything like that to happen. Every drop of a wizard's blood is a loss and a waste. ā€

"Lord Voldemort is merciful. I ordered my troops to retreat, immediately retreat. ā€

"Give you an hour to decently place the dead and treat the wounded."

"Harry Potter, now I'm speaking directly to you. You let your friends die for you, instead of standing up to me. I'll wait in the Forbidden Forest for an hour. If you don't come to me after an hour and don't surrender voluntarily, then the battle will continue. This time, I'm going to go into battle myself, Harry Potter, and I'm going to find you, and I'm going to punish every man, woman, and child who tries to harbor you, and I won't spare a single one. an hour. ā€