Chapter 127: The Wizard War (Part I)
Everyone looked at Lockhart to see how he would answer, but the Minister of Magic did not take Voldemort's voice, but quietly used the amplification charm like the other party, and began to persuade him to surrender in a loud voice: "In my capacity as Minister of Magic, on behalf of the British Ministry of Magic, I announce that the previous supplementary pardon regulations for Dementors are still in effect, and as long as they obediently descend to the ground and accept the arrest of the Department of Magical Creatures Control, the wizard will not care about the previous suspicions." β
"What, don't you kill them all? I'm still waiting to make up for it. Liang Xiao complained dissatisfiedly, "It's also a 200 reward......
The Minister of Magic's words were naturally effective, and Zhang Haolin could even see a few larger-looking Dementors approaching each other, probably trying to communicate with each other.
"Hey, hey, heyβ" Voldemort didn't stop Lockhart's persuasion at all, but sneered and waited for him to finish speaking, as if he didn't care that the more than a hundred magical creatures would surrender or defect on the spot: "Why, bring so many people to deal with me, don't you say anything about the scene anymore?" β
Lockhart ignored Voldemort again, but turned his head sideways and said something quickly to several wizards beside him, this scene made Wen Yu, the little girl, a little disappointed: "What's the matter with that guy, Voldemort is not polite at all when he talks to him." Even if you don't be polite, the two bosses are about to go to war, why don't you say something shocking or famous! β
"You think it's a movie." Ron snorted and laughed, his lover's eyes were full of Xi Shi, if Zhang Haolin said such innocent words, he would definitely summon his ridicule, but Wen Yu directly amused him.
"Actually, I think Miss Revane has a point." Harry smiled as well, saying, "I bet the professor will say something, but not a spectacle, it must be a mockery of Voldemort." β
Sure enough, after telling the people next to him what he wanted to explain, Lockhart spoke as Harry had judged: "Voldemort, I have two last words to say before the fight begins. 1. The reason why you fail is because you always like to say a few words of nonsense before killing to satisfy your perverted inner desire that you can't feel love, which was the case eighteen years ago, and it is still the case today. 2. Today, I will put an end to the myth of your eternal life, go and die! β
It's not shocking, whether it can be passed down through the ages depends on the result of tonight's battle, after saying that, Lockhart stopped talking nonsense, nodded to the person behind him, and began to mobilize the magic power around his body, and the whole person suspended in the air to the same height as Voldemort, and took the lead in attacking.
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A giant phoenix of fire flew out of the tip of the Minister of Magic's wand, hissed sharply, and swooped down on the platform at the entrance of the cave where Voldemort stood, as if to drown all seven enemies, Voldemort narrowed his eyes and waved his wand, and a huge fire snake also erupted from the wand. The two huge flame creatures collided together, bursting into a brilliant and dazzling fireworks, stabbing everyone's eyes painfully, and the hot wind set off even felt by the three reincarnators who stayed a hundred meters away.
"I ...... The magic in the body seems to be running out on its own! Wen Yu steadied the broom and said in horror.
"When fighting beside powerful wizards, the magic of ordinary wizards will be affected, but the same is true for enemies." Harry said, "You guys aren't very good at riding broomsticks, it's going to be the norm later, Ron, come with me to help!" β
"No, I'll protect Miss Revane, you can go." The red-haired boy decisively forgot what he was doing.
"Well, watch out for yourself."
The savior flew in the direction of approaching the battlefield, and the moment the first spell of the two sides collided, everyone moved-six resurrected people also scattered from behind Voldemort at once, also without riding a broomstick--in a battle of this level, there was no point in saving magic to use a broomstick to fly, and wizards on both sides who were strong enough to use flying magic all used magic to fly!
The wizards standing behind Lockhart also flew out and split up to meet the six resurrectants. While the Minister of Magic took on Voldemort, his three top wizard helpers each dealt with an inventionist, and the excellent wizard helpers led the Aurors apart to meet the other three invenants...... After a few seconds, the entire sky was filled with flying wizards and spells scurrying around.
Instead of going into battle, the Dementors made a loud noise in an unknown way to show their willingness to surrender, and about eighty wizards waved their wands at each other in a fierce battle over the hill, while the remaining wizards, some of them were responsible for maintaining the encirclement, some of them were responsible for apprehending the Dementors who had landed on the ground and surrendered, and some of them began to try to enter the cave to capture the remaining Death Eaters.
The three reincarnators also descended to the ground, using trees as cover, and began to try to "grab people's heads".
Either intelligence does not mean strength, or those resurrected people are absolutely eccentric, and their intelligence is not very high, and they actually fight with enemies who are stronger or more than themselves, and they do not fall behind at all - let's just say that the mysterious old man with intelligence 861, let's call him "861 wizard" for the time being, he is singled out with a resurrected person with an intelligence of 512, and his extremely high intelligence gives him an incredibly high ability to control his magic power, he fires several dozen spells almost every second at a speed that is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, Each spell flies precisely to the enemy and where he may dodge; At the same time, it also shows a very high level of spell mastery - almost every spell can be different from the previous one, perfectly blocking the enemy's dodge and retreat in every direction, and it can also take into account the mutual cooperation between spells, that is, combo skills......
But his opponent "512 Reincarnated" taunted him with practical actions, this ugly reborn with intelligence more than 300 times lower than him, his ability to control magic may be the envy of the reincarnators, but compared to the old wizard, it is completely insignificant. It seems that he is not his opponent against the old man at all, but the resurrectant decisively gave up the pursuit of spell tricks and speed - since the old man played tricks, the resurrectant simply fought hard, he burst out with a magic aura far stronger than the "861 wizard", and if he couldn't dodge, he simply let some of the old man's spells hit his protective magic, only to ensure that every spell of his own was so powerful that the old man had to dodge!
"It seems that the so-called resurrected person is a wizard with a lot of magic power in his body, and he doesn't know what the principle is?" Liang Xiao asked loudly: "Why don't we also figure out the method of resurrection, and then use it to improve our strength?" β
"It's so ugly, if you want to die, you will die." Wen Yu complained: "The day ...... Faqin, what do we do? β
"Ready to grab the head, we will deal with the opponent of the old wizard, he has the highest intelligence, and at the same time he is still single-handed, and he has the best hope of picking up the cheap."
Ron insisted on staying with them, resulting in a lot of things being said only in the psychic link, which was quite inconvenient.
Another wave of air swept in, blowing the whole forest like the surface of the sea in a storm, the trunks of the trees swaying and the leaves rattling. In the middle of the battlefield, the battle between Lockhart and Voldemort has escalated, and the spell has begun to become more powerful, just the aftermath can make both friends and foes can't help but retreat, and what is called power that can be felt by everyone from a few tens of meters.
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