Chapter 646: Hogsmeade's Fourth Anti-Encirclement and Suppression (2)

When he received the notification that Voldemort was doing something again, Zhang Xu was in the dormitory with Luna.

Zhang, who had just licked two mouthfuls at the beginning, could only get up from the sofa helplessly, rubbed Luna's head and left.

Regarding Voldemort's operation, Zhang Xu was speechless.

At the beginning, Voldemort was able to gather a large number of dark wizards from other countries to join his command, and Lucius Malfoy also attracted many supporters in the English wizarding society.

At that time, the Northern Ministry of Magic, whose morale had plummeted and their approval ratings had been disastrous when they had fled to Hogsmeade, was in jeopardy, and the situation on the edge of the precipice forced them to put aside their years of pride in witching and working with Muggles.

At the beginning, Voldemort had a good chance of knocking down Hogsmeade who had not yet been reconciled with 10 Downing Street in one go. It's just that during the first siege of Hogsmeade, the simultaneous capture of Harry failed, and the captured Harley slipped away. What's more, the Death Eaters were killed by mistake and the Ministry of Magic was stolen, first by Zhang who rescued the three hostages, and then Percy and the others followed up to rescue the other captured employees of the Ministry. As a result, Voldemort retreated because of the theft of his newly occupied hometown.

Soon after, when Voldemort was preparing to personally lead the Death Eaters in a second siege of Hogsmeade, he happened to encounter Harry's severe physical discomfort, which caused him to follow him. As a result, the encirclement and suppression operation failed because the bomb planted by Zhang Mou caused the front-line commander to be blown into slag.

After the second defeat, Voldemort's combat direction shifted from a key offensive to a three-point military and seven-point politics.

As a result, this gave Hogsmeade and Ten Downing Street time to deepen their run-in and look around for allies.

Eventually, during the recent purge of half-bloods and Muggle-born wizards and the third campaign against Hogsmeade, Voldemort's gang was shattered by the iron fist of capitalism and internationalism.

And today, Zhang Xu, who originally thought that Voldemort could still come up with new tricks, calmly continued to lick the colorful popsicles made by Luna in the principal's office after receiving detailed information and learning that the Death Eaters were falling into the sea of wizards. He was called in just after licking two mouthfuls in the dormitory, and he licked less than half of it all the way.

As for why Luna made popsicles for him on a cold day, Zhang didn't bother to think about her thoughts, as long as she was happy, what could she do.

{HIDDEN} Anyway, he Zhang is not afraid of eating a bad stomach like a certain durian skin, plus antibiotic resistance, and as a result, he has been on a drip in the hospital for three days, and he has not improved. {/HIDE}

Because of licking popsicles in the Headmaster's office, Zhang was sent by Professor McGonagall to stand guard at the back door of Hogwarts with a cold wind.

The small stainless steel stove on the ground smoked a pale blue flame of solid alcohol, and a little magic could keep the flames from the cold wind, and a pot of steaming milk tea was placed on top of the stove.

After Zhang Xu poured himself a glass, he poured a glass for Blake, who was sitting silently on the side.

Blake didn't expect to have his own share, and after saying "thank you" in a very soft voice, he took the milk tea handed by Zhang Xu.

Zhang Xu was very helpless about Professor McGonagall's arrangement, and estimated that Professor McGonagall was after Blake was involved by the student's parents, and saw that the basic contradiction between Zhang Xu and Blake had disappeared, so they gave the two of them a chance to repair the relationship.

Although the two did not habitually hate each other, the two who had a cold relationship still sat there without saying a word.

However, Zhang Xu is also happy to do so, and he can take the opportunity to think about the recent situation.

"Boom~"

A series of loud explosions were heard from the top of the hill north of Hogwarts, and soon smaller explosions began to sound continuously.

Blake stood up violently in shock, and the half cup of milk tea in his hand fell to the ground.

"Don't panic." Zhang Xu said casually, "There is the transmission tower of Hogwarts Radio, and there is Uncle Peeves watching there, even if the mysterious person goes in person, he can't ask for benefits." ”

At this moment, on the top of the mountain, Peeves floating in the sky looked at the group of wizards below, and let out a happy laugh while pulling the strings and throwing down the "toy" given to him by Zhang in his hand.

"Cry, scream, and die! That's it! ”

Most of the Death Eaters sent to capture the Hogwarts radio tower were British dark wizards, and they all remembered the horrors of being dominated by Peeves when they were students. What's even more terrifying is that Peeves used to throw chalk, water bags, and large dung bombs at them, but now he throws grenades.

In vain, the wizards fired all sorts of spells at Peeves in the air, but the unpredictable Peeves were beings who could both pass through walls and pick up physical objects, and one after another spells passed through Peeves' silver-white body in vain and disappeared into the night sky.

Finally, a flash of light flashed through the brain of a Death Eater, and he cast a disarming spell that struck what Peeves was holding.

Peeves felt a tremendous force coming from his hand, snatching a grenade from his hand. Caught off guard, Peeves failed to grab his new toy, only to grab its safety bolt before it flew away.

For Hogwarts, the siege of the radio transmitter tower on the top of the hill away from the castle was a difficult problem to solve. First, it would take too long to get there, and secondly, it would be cumbersome to send people to garrison, and it would not be cost-effective to dilute Hogwarts' defenses. So after the professors summed it up, they found that it was best to leave that place to Peeves to make a fuss.

So, according to the characteristics of Peeves, Zhang prepared a bunch of grenades for him there, so that he could blow up there.

Apparently Peeves was happy with the task, as throwing a grenade was much more powerful than throwing a chalk head or something.

Seeing that the remaining Death Eaters had diminished the effect of the grenades by applying the Iron Charm to themselves, Peeves came up with a new trick.

Several flashbangs were thrown by him, and several intense white lights flashed, and the Death Eaters, whose eyes had adapted to the night, suffered, and the Death Eaters present covered their eyes and rolled on the ground.

At this point, Peeves seized the opportunity and either lifted the Death Eaters up and threw them down the hill, or slipped a grenade from behind their collars that pulled the safety bolt off.

By the time the Aurors arrived to find out, Peeves had had had enough of calling it a day and headed back to Hogwarts.

Zhang Xu, who was sitting sentry at the back door of Hogwarts, suddenly became irritable at this time, and his intuition vaguely told him that something big was going to happen.

However, the latest intelligence suggests that the battle against the Auror Command across the United Kingdom has reached a stalemate, and there are no Death Eaters around Hogsmeade and Hogwarts except for the Death Eaters who were killed by Peeves on the top of the hill just now.

Zhang Xu, like everyone else, couldn't figure out what Voldemort was doing for a while, so he could only passively wait for the next move of this two-hole socket.

The back door of Hogwarts faces Hogsmeade, where you can see Hogsmeade's lights, as well as thick clouds illuminated by the lights of some shops in various colors.

Not long after, pillars of light as thick as Hagrid's waist suddenly fell from the sky, illuminating Hogsmeade brightly.

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