A transparent hemispherical protective charm appeared in the sky above Hogwarts, a powerful protective charm launched by the professors and seniors of the school under the auspices of the charms teacher Flitwick.

As for whether he could stop Voldemort's attack, no one was sure.

However, when everyone saw a figure in a wide wizard's robe on the bell tower, they felt confident that they would survive today's disaster.

"Sudden ......"

An old-fashioned motorcycle drove from a distance, and a tall figure sat on it.

"Hi, Hagrid." There was a greeting from the applicant of the Order of the Phoenix.

"Good evening, Singh." Hagrid said hello, then walked over to Dumbledore and whispered in his ear, "Professor Bourne is alright. ”

Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's good, let him rest more, dark magic often has strong after-effects." ”

They were talking about Professor Keitel Byrne, who was absent this year, and it didn't sound like Professor Bourne had his ribs crushed by birds, snakes, and beasts, as Dumbledore said at the sorting ceremony, but had something else going on.

Hagrid looked at the gloomy black clouds in the distance and said, "With all due respect, Professor. I'm afraid I can't leave school right now. ”

Dumbledore shook his head, looked at Hagrid and said, "No, Hagrid, I have an important task for you. You leave the school passage now, go to the Muggle Grocery Store owner in Hogsmeade, and stay with him.

"If Hogwarts is in ruins tomorrow, I want you to accept the leadership of the shopkeeper, who will lead the Order of the Phoenix and lead the ......"

Before Dumbledore could finish speaking, he felt the change in the environment over Hogwarts, which was by no means a natural evolution, but like some kind of ancient spell, an out-of-print taboo that was only recorded in the depths of the ** area.

"Lead what?" Seeing that Dumbledore hadn't finished speaking, Hagrid took the initiative to ask.

"Nothing, just stay here, Hagrid." A slightly relaxed smile appeared on Dumbledore's face.

The honest Hagrid was infected by this smile and was full of confidence in today's battle.

He took out a red umbrella from his bosom and asked, "Professor, can I?" ”

Hagrid once killed a female classmate because he opened the school secret room, and was sentenced by the Ministry of Magic to ban the use of a wand for life, Dumbledore knew that this red umbrella contained Hagrid's wand, he nodded, who cares about the Ministry of Magic at this time.

"Okay, Professor." Hagrid said excitedly, turning around and stepping into the ranks of the reserve members of the Order of the Phoenix.

Dumbledore had some arrangements, but they were all canceled after he felt an abnormal change in the sky, and he just had to wait patiently.

About half an hour later, Voldemort's army was already in order on the grass outside Hogwarts, and the sky was still a little chilly.

Dumbledore couldn't help but be speechless, after today, he must make up for Lee's magic knowledge.

A hoarse, gloomy voice came from outside the protective spell.

"Albus Dumbledore, have you imagined today?"

Dumbledore put his wand to his throat, and an equally penetrating voice rang out, "Tom, it's too late for you to stop." ”

Outside, there was a burst of arrogant and crazy laughter, and all the Death Eaters were laughing loudly.

"He's scared, hahaha."

"Dumbledore is scared!"

They laughed and shouted excitedly.

"Quiet!" Voldemort stopped them and continued to the school, "Shall I stop? Leave the wizarding world to you? Leave to you mudbloods who have defiled their pure blood? Don't be delusional! ”

After a while, Voldemort said, "Dumbledore, I gave you a chance, but you refused without hesitation. ”

Dumbledore replied, "Tom, I turned you down to be a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, and I still don't regret that decision, you are by nature. ”

"How dare you!" Voldemort shouted angrily, and then his voice changed and he regained his composure, "The great Albus Dumbledore finally understood that nature cannot be changed, so why are you still standing in my way to destroy the Mudbloods?" Their nature will not change either, a hundred years, a thousand years, sooner or later the bloodline of wizards will be destroyed. ”

This resonated with all the Death Eaters, who screamed again and applauded Voldemort.

Dumbledore didn't respond for a moment, and Voldemort shouted, "Haven't you always been proud of your rhetoric?" Why is there nothing to say? ”

"Because there's enough time." Dumbledore responded with an inexplicable remark.

"What?" Voldemort was confused, he turned his head to see that there were no less Death Eaters around him, Bellatrix, Yaxley, Antonin Dolohov...... Everyone looked at him with feverish eyes, and no one made a betrayal move.

Scare me? Voldemort guessed that he knew that Dumbledore was a very cautious man, and he would not use such means as scare.

What does that sentence mean?

The winds in the wilderness grew louder, and the Death Eaters' wide black robes were blown to the sound of hunting.

There was a black cloud gathering in the sky, which was not the result of being affected by black magic, but rather like going out and not looking at the weather forecast, just in time for the torrential rain in this realm.

A white light flashed.

After a few seconds, "Boom! ”

There was a thunderclap in the clouds, and it sounded quite profound.

The wind blew harder, and the woods at the edge of the wilderness were bent over.

Many Death Eaters couldn't even stand on their feet and fell to the side.

"Damn, what is this?" Voldemort scolded.

At this point, how could he not see that the sky was abnormal, it must be Dumbledore who was playing tricks. The point is, he didn't know how to do it yet, there was no trace of magic, and the wind and thunder and lightning were just generated, very quickly, very violently.

If the weather is allowed to evolve like this, they can only retreat. Wizards have many more means than Muggles in the face of nature's might, but they are by no means capable of confronting them head-on.

"Crackle!"

A strong white light flashed, and the Death Eaters exploded.

The black clouds had gathered above them at some point, and the thick and swift lightning just now actually slashed into the crowd.

Luckily, the Death Eaters were generally sparse and didn't have that much trust in each other, and the lightning only scorched three or four unlucky guys.

In the face of billions of volts, no matter how good the wizard is, there is no reason to survive, and a few pieces of coke profoundly illustrate this point.

"Damn! Damn it! Voldemort cursed, but he still had to keep his composure and shouted, "Dumbledore, today is your lucky day, you won't have such good luck next time." ”