The bright blue flames on the Black Death Apostle's body were entirely mana-fueled, and they attached to the black gas around the Black Death Apostle, making it extremely powerful due to its high mana consumption.

This is the latest model of the Mighty Fire Bottle developed by Maca, and the cost has become extremely high because of the use of the fire dragon's molten fire glandular sac.

As the saying goes, there is no killing without buying and selling, and the birth of each vial means that there is an innocent and lovely fire dragon that has been ruthlessly killed.

At this moment, the Black Death was lying on the ground completely unable to move, and his body was also depleted by his magic power, and the flames were gradually extinguished.

Moody leaned against the wall, gasping heavily, the strength of the Black Death was particularly strong, and the punch just now had completely smashed his shoulder.

"Ge...... Granger," said Moody Sr., shifting with difficulty, the sharp pain in his left shoulder making it difficult for him to even sit up straight, "What was that?" Looks like ...... Fierce fire? ”

"It was given to me by Maca, a potion." Hermione hurried over to Moody, looked at his almost completely collapsed and twisted shoulders in horror, and hurriedly said, "Don't talk yet, Professor Moody...... There's also a potion for wounds, so drink it first. ”

This bottle of healing potion is the same one used to save Luna in the second project, and it was even filled from the same pot.

Maca gave her a total of three bottles of potions as a birthday gift, and she had long expected that the Final Three would not be peaceful, so that Hermione, who was unexpectedly selected as a warrior, saved her life.

But who knows, it's all on Mad-Eye Moody right now.

Moody unceremoniously took the potion bottle, bit the cork with his teeth, and then shrunk his head and drank it, his shoulder hurt so much that he couldn't lift his neck.

Suddenly, his magic eye fluttered, and then suddenly flipped into its socket.

“…… Alright, I won't say any more thanks," Moody let out a long sigh of relief, frowning, "Miss Granger, you go back first!" It's still too dangerous out there, don't come out and hang around! ”

"But"

"No, but!" Moody said impatiently, "That McLean kid told me that this time, none of you should run out!" ”

"Maca?" Hermione raised her eyebrows, ignoring Moody's dissuasion, "Where's Maca?" Where did he go? The third project before...... Did he not participate either? ”

He ...... What is happening today...... Does he know everything? ”

When old Moody heard this, he glanced at her seemingly casually, but there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"You don't have to worry about these things!" He waved his right hand, which was still moving, and urged, "Go back!" Go back to the Great Hall and inform McGonagall that she is ready to start the Knights of the Stone. ”

"Knights of the Stone Mound?" Hermione repeated with a blank look on her face.

"Don't ask me to explain...... There's no time, understand? Moody urged again, "Hurry back, you'll know when the time comes!" ”

"But teach you"

"I'll go over after a while!" Seeing that Hermione still wanted to continue, he simply reached out and pushed it, "Go!" Don't you understand? Just go! ”

Hermione hesitated, shifted her steps, and finally turned and ran down the dark hallway.

Although she didn't know exactly what the "Knights of the Stone Mound" was, or what was going on, she knew that Professor Moody wasn't out of purpose.

Seem...... Is there another enemy coming?

Seeing Hermione leave, Old Moody breathed a sigh of relief, and then stood up with his right hand holding his left arm.

He could feel that the healing potion Hermione had given him was very effective, but it would take time to get better. But for now......

"Time...... It doesn't seem like enough. ”

Old Moody held his arm dangling to his left side, turned to look to his left, and the magic eye in his eye socket also turned to the front, staring at the corner of the castle, where normal vision could not reach.

Then, at the moment when two long hairy feet poked out from that corner, he closed his own eye tightly.

It turns out that Alastor Moody, who has been fighting dark wizards at the forefront all year round, is a real iron man. Even though he is old, he has not regressed in the slightest in his decisiveness.

"Divided."

Moody raised his wand and without hesitation aimed it at his left shoulder, simply removing his entire left arm.

The bones in his left shoulder were completely shattered, and it didn't take much time to wait for the bones to grow, but he clearly thought he wouldn't have a chance to wait.

Truth be told, from Moody's point of view, there is nothing wrong with his judgment. But Moody didn't know that at this time, he could be protected by Dumbledore's defensive barrier as long as he walked into the back door of the castle.

An arm, with the sleeve of a fur trench coat, landed on the ground with a clatter, splashing up a few insignificant wisps of dust. The wound was quickly scabbed and closed under the action of a powerful healing agent.

At the same time, the mysterious enemy around the corner also faded out of the shadows and came under the extraordinarily bright moonlight tonight.

"Humph! Today's enemies, and the stupid dark wizards of the past...... It's all different! ”

Old Moody snorted coldly, his normal right eye was closed, but the magic eye in his left eye socket burst out with the greatest brightness so far, and the blue glow pointed straight ahead.

In the vision of his magic eye, the precision alchemy array was not affected in the slightest, and it immediately sped up, firmly locking on to the enemy's form.

……

In the Great Hall, Harry and Ron were standing in front of Professor McGonagall, embarrassed by the reprimands and reprimands.

Next to them, Filch was already hunched over his back, staring coldly at his foul face.

In the middle of the auditorium, most of the young wizards stared at the two of them in surprise, discussing in a low voice from time to time how they managed to get out.

Suddenly, with the sound of hurried footsteps, Hermione ran out of the side porch hallway, panting.

"Teaching, Teaching, ......"

She seemed to be running too fast, and she couldn't even speak.

Everyone was surprised by Hermione's appearance, and Filch stared at her in dismay, with his bloodshot eyes on her.

"What's going on?" Professor McGonagall said with a straight face, "Miss Granger, where have you been?" Do you understand that it's really, really dangerous out there right now! ”

"Professor......" Hermione swallowed, moistening her parched throat before waving her hand, "Professor Moody ...... He asked you to prepare the stone ...... Knights of the Stone Mound! ”

"Moody?"

McGonagall froze for a moment, but only for a moment.

She nodded immediately, and then said to Flitwick and the other professors, "I'll leave it to you first, I'll go to the main gate to have a look......"

As soon as the other professors agreed, she set off and walked briskly in Hermione's direction.

"Go into the auditorium and stay there, don't go anywhere!"

After dropping a word at Hermione, McGonagall passed Hermione and hurried over to the foyer.

Hermione...... You...... Have you been discovered by anyone too too? ”

When Hermione also arrived at the door of the auditorium, Ron looked at her hesitantly and asked cautiously, but was met with Hermione's merciless glare.

"Do you think I'm going to be like you! ...... who has always been reckless," she crossed her waist and pointed to Ron's nose angrily, "I almost killed you two!" ”

"What? What's going on? Ron and Harry were bewildered by her scolding.

"Humph!"

Hermione snorted angrily and simply turned her face away, not even bothering to say anything.

Actually, if she had to say that, she would be right.

If even she had been discovered by Filch, Moody might have been able to drag the stump for a while. But if the enemy joins the attack battle now, it is estimated that it will be difficult for him not to die.

But then again, when Moody knew he couldn't drag it out, would he still be forced to stay there and die senselessly?

Perhaps he was just taking a step back and discovering Dumbledore's defenses.

The result of this advance and retreat was simply unpredictable for Hermione and Moody, who were also in the authorities.

"Oops! Stop arguing! The little Professor Flitwick waved his short arm, "Be quiet, sit down and rest for a while!" ”

Compared to the anxiety of the students and the slight uneasiness of the other professors, Snape, who was standing by the window, was not even interested in turning around.

He just stood sideways by the window, squinting in the direction of the Forbidden Forest on the side of the castle, without the slightest expression on his face.

But at this moment, a whole dense field of eyes suddenly appeared in the shadows at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and that gaze made Snape's eyes tingle for a while, and he hurriedly turned his head away.

……

At the school gate, Dumbledore was still standing still. The half-moon lenses reflected the bright moonlight, hiding the pale blue eyes hidden behind.

At the feet of the white wizard, several strange men and women lay on the ground, blending in with the surrounding pavement that was already full of deep pits, forming a strange picture.

Dumbledore's breathing was only slightly heavy, and his slender fingers, half-fluffed and half-tight, held the Elder Wand, one of the Three Hallows of Death, steadily, and looked straight ahead with a calm expression.

"Tom, aren't you going to come out yet?"

Dumbledore's voice was full of vicissitudes and wisdom, and his voice was flat in tone, as if everything was under control.

But even though he invited again, there was still a dead silence around him. In the distance, the Death Eaters were looking nervously, their wands clenched with blood.

Ever since the White Wizard defeated Greenwald, the first Dark Lord who shook the world of wizardry, his prestige has been deeply feared by all Dark Wizards.

At this moment, he was just standing here, so that the Death Eaters did not dare to move in the slightest.

"Huh?"

With Dumbledore's soft sigh, extremely fine wisps of black smoke suddenly appeared in the surrounding space, and they swirled up to form a vortex of black gas, converging towards the air at an extremely fast speed.