The ghosts swarmed up, haunting Voldemort, obscuring his vision and buying time for Harry's escape.

Harry, however, was not happy at all, and he even felt that he was about to fail the ghosts.

Because there were seven or eight Death Eaters standing there in a semi-circle on his right, it was definitely a very unethical decision to break through here, but Harry had no choice but to believe what James and Lily were saying, and just rushed forward.

The Death Eaters gathered in a circle outside, looking a little helpless, watched as Harry Potter once again resisted the Killing Curse and used an unknown spell to summon a horde of ghosts to entangle the mighty Dark Lord.

"Stop him for me!"

Voldemort's angry voice echoed through the graveyard, waking up the panicked Death Eaters.

The few people who stood in front of Harry immediately drew their wands, and Lucius, who was standing at the front, had a hideous smile on his face, he raised his staff, and with some incantation in his mouth, a crimson beam of light flew out of the tip of the wand and shot straight at Harry.

In the nick of time for "Protegos~", Harry used the Iron Charm again.

Fortunately, this time the spell worked, and the magic barrier that rose around it deflected the red beam, and a scream suddenly came from the crowd, and I don't know if the unlucky guy had been tricked.

Harry didn't have time to look back when a palpitating feeling came to his mind, but it was several dark wizards beside Lucius who raised their wands at him.

Harry's pupils shrank, and the protection of the Iron Charm couldn't protect against so much magic at the same time.

But what made Harry's scalp tingle even more was that a very abstract human face suddenly "grew" from the old withered tree behind the Death Eaters, with deep holes in the eyes, mouth, and nose, as if they had been eaten by insects.

A waist-thin branch swung in his direction, and Harry held his head in despair, and several cries and screams of pain soon rang in his ears.

Harry, who hadn't waited for the attack, looked up unexpectedly to realize that the strange old tree hadn't attacked him, and the thick branches swept across again, whipping them off the bodies of the other Death Eaters, sending them flying.

Transfiguration!

Harry immediately thought of this, and his heart was filled with a little joy of dying in a desperate situation, he knew that the ghosts were not wrong, and someone had really come to save him!

The path ahead had been opened, and Harry was trying to get out of it, but Voldemort's magic was still working, and he felt his hands and feet weak, and the rush had exhausted what little strength he had......

Unfortunately, more Death Eaters had already reacted, waving their wands in unison, and twenty or thirty spells flashed through the air.

No one could have imagined how angry the Dark Lord would be after Harry Potter escaped, so they wanted to keep each other behind at all costs!

Looking at the dozens of enchanted beams coming at him, Harry couldn't dodge it.

At this moment, another voice sounded in the cemetery.

"Tombstones flying!"

Harry could hear Sirius's voice, and before he could think about it, a tombstone with Tom Riddle written on it flew in and crashed into him at an extraordinary speed.

The Iron Charm's protection shattered, shielding him from some damage, but Harry suspected that his bones might have been broken.

Even so, he clung to the corner of the tombstone and was carried into flight.

The Death Eaters' spells fell short, sparks erupting on the ground and tombstones.

The old withered tree was also ignited by a flame spell, and the scorching flames burned its broken body, and it remained strong under the influence of the transfiguration magic, exerting the last of its residual heat, struggling to pull its roots up.

The long tendrils replaced the legs like the dismemberment of tentacles and centipedes, giving the treemen the ability to move.

It stood three or four stories tall, blazing like a mythical Tread, swinging its forearms at the Death Eaters in front of it so that they could not pursue Harry.

On the other side, Harry had fallen to the ground along with the tombstone, rolling twice on the ground in embarrassment, groaning in pain.

"Harry, are you alright?" Sirius walked quickly up to Harry's side, helped him up, and said worriedly.

Harry felt like the skeleton of his whole body was about to fall apart, but the excitement of seeing Sirius weighed everything down, so he shook his head decisively, indicating that he was fine now.

"Harry, Sirius, you'd better wait and catch up, we need to go! Those ghosts and my treants won't be able to delay much longer......" Ivan said hurriedly.

Sirius nodded, and the anger in his heart subsided a little to see that Harry was safe.

Soon, though, Sirius seemed to have thought of something, and the expression on his face froze instantly. "But where do we go now? The mysterious man will definitely follow the path of magic, and we can't take him to Hogsmeade......"

An enraged Voldemort is likely to kill people on sight, and while there are many wizards there who can buy them time to escape, he can't trade someone else's life for his own.

Ivan frowned and made a difficulty, he naturally knew that the illusion could be tracked.

In his second year, the enforcers of the Wizarding Market used a magic item to track Doggett's apparition, and Ivan had no doubt that Voldemort himself could do it.

That is, no matter where they flee, they will eventually be caught up......

Ivan thought anxiously, the only hope now was to wait for Dumbledore's rescue, Hermione and Ron's had already gone to inform him, but even if the old professor had learned the news, he would not be able to determine their exact location for a while.

A thousand thoughts flashed through Ivan's mind, and at the same time a fierce roar rang out in the graveyard.

"You shit!"

"It's a mystery man!" Sirius's complexion changed suddenly, and he knew that Voldemort might have put the ghosts at bay.

Sure enough, in the next second, a violent explosion sounded in the cemetery, and the Flame Tree Man erected in the center was blasted into pieces of wood by a black magic......

"Harry, Sirius, hold my hand! I know where to go! Ivan vaguely thought of a place and suddenly shouted loudly.