After Hermione bit her lip and held back the throbbing in her heart, her boy became strong again.

But—

The surging emotions made her unable to stop the tears flowing in front of her eyes.

Tears full of sadness dripped on the ground, reflecting the flames and picking up dust.

"Don't be afraid—don't be afraid!" Owen rubbed her cheek and lifted her up, the wand in his right hand began to regain control of the blue flames.

Let it turn into a wall of fire and protect the little wizards.

"I'm back—I'm back!" He said.

"I'm not afraid. They. Miss Granger sobbed, "I thought it would be again"

"Oh my God, Miss Granger, how could you have such an idea?" Owen comforted her, "Just a killing curse. ”

Hermione looked at him, the joy in her eyes turning into a substantial light, but the heart that touched it did not hide her sanity.

Now is not the time to catch up.

Suddenly, as if she remembered something, she quickly reached into the leather bag at her waist and abdomen.

"With- this, this is a. Door keys. She pulled out a thick, about foot-thick book of magic from her purse.

"Yes—Professor McGonagall gave it to me."

The title page of the book has a thick gilded stamp, which is a mighty lion.

Owen took the heavy book, his eyes fixed on Hermione. He could probably guess that the little witch would have a bad time in the past two months, but when he saw it with his own eyes, she was not doing well.

It's just terrible.

A girl of her age should be happy and free of troubles, how could he make her eyes full of sorrow and tears?

He was a failure.

"Be careful—" Hermione let out a scream.

Owen had already turned around and cast the 'Sanchez's Force Field' blue flash, and the dark green spell was deflected and hit a certain Death Eater who was fishing.

Owen's mind returned, and at this time it was so intense that he did not have time to mend Miss Granger's wounds.

He turned his head to look at the mushroom cloud behind him.

The rising flames were gone, leaving the tower with nothing but an orange-red patch of flowing lava, a 'gurgling' sound, and all the stone bricks it came into contact with were melted.

The orange-red light gave the surroundings a mysterious color.

It is the furnace that represents the beginning of life, the boiling crucible of death, and the soup of the demons of hell.

At this point, the spell effect of Origin Magic continues.

There was still a lot of lava on the broken tiles.

They flowed down from the tiles, and some of them fell into the sea, and there was a 'thump' sound.

And Owen's attention wasn't on the lava.

His gaze remained in the air, a strange black mist.

Voldemort was standing above, floating.

At this time, his skin was paler than a skeleton, but it was not smooth, but very rough, like a snake covered with albino scales, especially on the hairless head, the skin was dark and red, with disgusting complex lines.

The most striking and terrifying thing about the flat snake face was the eyes.

Flashing with a blood-red glow, there was no emotion in his empty gaze, just bloodlust, madness and cruelty, and a little bit of anger.

The pupils are two slits, like a cat's eyes, and it is uncomfortable to look at.

Finally, there was the flat nose, which was just two thin slits, chiseled out by hand.

He was resurrected completely.

Owen sneered in his heart.

He is no longer the seventeen or eighteen-year-old face of last year, but the inhuman appearance of Voldemort at his peak.

But it's even more stupid.

Because if he kept his previous body, then Harry would have to die.

Only by killing him can you kill the soul that belongs to Voldemort in his body.

But now—he used Harry's blood to resurrect.

The protective curse of love was in the bodies of the two of them, and if Voldemort used the killing curse on Harry, all he could kill was his soul.

At this point, Voldemort noticed Owen's gaze.

He suddenly showed a cruel smile, the folds on his face could be mixed with flies, and the teeth in the two rows were quite white and neat, can only be said to be British? Even the villain has to pay attention to the regularity of his teeth.

However, it was that expression that gave Owen a strong sense of déjà vu, and it felt like he was laughing out loud in the next second, 'Harry Potter is dead-hey, hey, hey'.

"The current little wizard is really good." He gritted his teeth and said sneeringly.

Then he swung his wand violently.

All of a sudden, most of the fire escape, which had turned into a fire dragon, was extinguished.

"Oh?" Voldemort seemed puzzled that he hadn't directly destroyed the spell.

And the little wizards, from the surprise of just a moment, fell into the ice cave again.

Antonin Dolokhov and other Death Eaters rushed up again.

They had a cruel grin on their faces, and he was the first to rush at Harry, shouting like a merit.

And Harry-

He had long since lost his strength from being tormented by the Mind Drilling Curse.

But the weak prostrate on the ground. There is no ability to resist at all.

And this gave Anthony an opportunity to take advantage of it, and he grabbed Harry's neck.

Lift it up.

There was a piercing laugh coming out of his mouth.

The same is probably true for the other little wizards.

Fleur was the quickest to react, the gloves on her hands lit up green, and in an instant, countless of her figures appeared.

The clone rushed to the Death Eaters in an attempt to distract them.

And her opponent is the Death Eater, Alecto Caro.

The younger sister of the Caro siblings.

It was a woman with brown hair, a meaty face, and a gloomy face.

It only took one spell for her to find out Fleur's true form.

She cast a spell on Gabri.

Fleur, who was worried about her sister, rushed over almost subconsciously and protected her sister, and this gave Amicus Caro a chance.

The older brother of the Caro siblings.

He swung his wand, and a powerful gray spell struck her directly.

Fleur didn't panic and pulled out her wand to resist.

The golden light flickered, and the spell barely blocked the attack, which was not a good thing.

Because her real body was exposed, it would take at least thirty seconds to use the gloves again.

What she's going to face next is a raging storm.

Krum and Cedric have already engaged in a fire with two Death Eaters.

The spell flies back and forth, so it's not thrilling.

The Demstrang witch joins in, and she clearly doesn't have the strength to face a Death Eater alone, but with Krum and Cedric behind, it's no problem to sneak up on them.

Of course, this didn't last long, and the Death Eaters were afraid because Owen's fire escape was not completely extinguished, and when he fought the little wizard, he still divided his energy to deal with the flames.

The little wizards don't, and the flames don't have any effect on them.

But once the flames were completely extinguished, the Death Eaters who rushed up were not something that the young wizards could resist.

And among these people, the easiest is Koyatl.

She had no intention of getting involved in the battle between the young wizards and the Death Eaters.

On the battlefield in full swing.

She found a random place, and sat straight on the ground, her black hair hanging low on the ground.

A pair of black eyes, looking around expressionlessly, watching the play, and the Death Eaters did not attack her because she did not make any resistance moves.

"Owen—"

Hermione's voice caused Owen to draw his eyes away from Voldemort.

He supports the magic of the field.

Look down at Hermione.

He understood what Hermione meant.

She wanted to open the book herself.

To trigger this portkey is to open it.

Just open the book and the portkey will take them back to the castle.

But he never meant to open it.

The reason is that the little wizards are too scattered.

If he had pressed for the portkey at this time, someone would have had no time to pull out.

There were too many Death Eaters around.

They are not fools to sit back and watch them flee.

And—there's a Voldemort over there!

No one held him back, and no one wanted to leave.

Because at the moment when the portkey is triggered, the fluctuation of space will make the magic 'Sanchez Force Field' leaky or even ineffective.

Originally, this magic was a kind of spatial deflection, and it naturally could not be used in phantom shifting.

When the time comes, as long as Voldemort throws a killing curse, then he will be like Dobby in the original book, there is no escape, there is no way to escape, there is no way to avoid it, and he can only resist with his body.

He didn't think he could really resist the Killing Curse!

Owen's head spun fast.

Countless thoughts came to his mind, and in a few breaths, he had thoughts.

The next second, he shoved the book back to Hermione, half-pushing her closer to the young wizards.

He was the only one on the scene who had the strength to hold Voldemort back.

And Harry?

Owen just glanced at the wand in Voldemort's hand and knew it was no fun!

He had obviously changed his wand, and it was impossible to use the flashback spell against the spell.

"Owen!"

Hermione was holding the book, of course she knew what Owen wanted to do, but knowing it didn't mean she wanted to.

She didn't want to see him sleep again.

And this time it could be permanent!

But although she was anxious, she couldn't do anything.

And she was already severely anemic, she had just lost too much blood, and now, she didn't even have the strength to hold her wand, her head was heavy, the light was disappearing in front of her, and the darkness seemed to surround her.

Every step is a test of spirit and will.

She didn't have an emotional breakdown.

Instead, she suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, as if she wanted to exhale the burden on her body, and release her tiredness and pressure for three months, her eyes stared directly at the book in her hand, and then looked up at the boy's figure, and the marquee in her mind quickly flashed her memory of living until now.

It's beautiful, it's regretful; It's hope, and it's regret. It was as if death was about to come, and the clouds and smoke of the past became the sea breeze, drifting away in a lonely corner of the world.

The gradual darkness was like a scarf that decorated her hair.

Just as she was about to fall, she was about to step under the dark skirt, when suddenly a dazzling light suddenly appeared.

Pure white light, like a coalescent mist, soared from the ground to the sky.

Hermione couldn't help but cover her eyes.

But the light did not diminish by half a minute, but more and more, brighter and brighter!

On the other side - in Owen's sight.

He saw the book in Hermione's arms suddenly go up without wind. As if someone was holding it up, it flew higher and higher, and then, suddenly, it opened, and countless pages rose out of the book like fireworks.

The sound of the paper turning is like a silent movement, with a strong, urgent, howling sound in the wind.

In the next second, a white light came out of the book, and the white light flew around the little wizards before landing beside Harry.

In the light, a figure slowly walked out.

He squeezed Anthony's shoulder, and when the gloomy-looking man turned around, he was greeted by a huge fist.

"Stay away from my godson!"

Sirius swung his round fist and struck Antonin's head with a single blow.

Huge force, directly knocking it to the ground.

And other white lights also burst out of that book one after another.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

More than a dozen figures descended from the sky and knocked down the Death Eaters.

The light cleared, Mad-Eye Moody, Professor Flitwick, Kingsley, Nymphadora Tonks, Rufus Scrimgeur, Madame Maxim, Professor Jurallie Hicks, Wenda Rozier.

A group of professors and Aurors.

It can be said that the most elite group of wizards in Britain are present at this time.

Of course, there is no one in this group.

"Dumbledore!" Voldemort looked coldly at the white light that appeared next to Owen, and the wizard who walked out of the white light was none other than Albus Dumbledore.

The world's greatest white wizard.

"Thankfully!" He looked sideways at Owen and breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he turned to look at Voldemort.

It's been the rushing lava.

Dumbledore's eyelids jumped slightly, and it was obvious that the magma must have been made by the kid next to him.

This kid is getting stronger again.

As for Dumbledore's appearance, Voldemort was not too surprised, but there was just a more or less hateful expression on his face.

Nothing else.

And the two who were rivals to each other didn't talk nonsense, and directly waved their wands and started the peak competition.

A duel between two of the most powerful wizards in the world did not arouse the slightest interest in Owen.

He turned and rushed to Miss Granger's side.

Pick her up.

Then the eyes quickly look around.

What he had to do now was to get these obstructive little wizards out of here, so that he could become Voldemort's hostage and make the old headmaster's battle daunting.

"Owen!" Sirius walked over.

He pulled Harry.

The dead boy was not obedient at all, and had to participate in their next battle.

"I can do it." Harry said weakly, stubbornly.

He was supported by Sirius, his legs trembling, but his eyes were shining, the wand in his right hand was pinched to death, and his whole person was in a certain excitement.

There was a constant stream of white light around him, and each light would drop an Auror.

For Harry, the showy little wizard, it was the equivalent of throwing Ron into the kitchen and Hermione into the library.

He can't wait to get involved right away, become a part of the White Light, and bring justice together.

"You've done enough!" Sirius pulled him and said with relief.

His eyes lit up, and he saw Jaime's shadow more and more clearly in Harry's body.

He touched Harry's cheek before continuing, "In a few years you'll be a great wizard. ”

"I'm good now." Harry still looked urgent, his furious personality identical to his father's, "I can help you." ”

"I know!" Sirius continued, "But it's my battle, our fight, and you have your own mission. ”

As he spoke, he looked at Owen as he walked by.

"Take that book with you, and it will teleport you all back to Hogwarts."

"No- Voldemort killed my parents, it's my fight, I-" Harry didn't finish yet.

At this time, Owen, who was holding Hermione, had already walked over.

Without saying a word, he clenched his fists directly and slammed a hammer towards the Savior's skull.

"Ahh Harry, who was in pain, covered his head, and was afraid that he couldn't say anything for the time being.

"Educating children does not depend on a soft breeze and drizzle." Owen glared at Sirius, "You've got to beat them up, you've got to assert authority, or they're going to kick their noses in the face." ”

Seeing this, the corners of Sirius's mouth twitched, but he didn't say anything, but took advantage of Harry's release of the hand that grabbed the corner of his coat and turned to the battle against Voldemort.

On the other side, the little wizards also gathered together at the urging of the professors.

Everyone held hands and formed a circle.

Owen then picked up the book that had fallen to the ground and closed it automatically, and slammed it back open.

Suddenly, countless pages burst out and then shrank abruptly, forming a circle around them like a texture.

The next second.

Amid the sound of a curse whistling in his ears and the roar of Voldemort, his surroundings changed abruptly.

Their eyes flickered, and at the same time they felt a pull under their navel.

When they came back to their senses, what they saw became familiar.

A room decorated with daffodils and daisies.

Crystal lamps that spew snowflakes and fireworks fall brightly.

They returned to the Hogwarts Great Hall.

"Whew—" All but Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

They had just experienced what was probably the most evil ten minutes of their lives.

Not everyone wanted Harry, most of them wanted to get away as soon as possible.

At this moment, a group of people walked over.

The leader was Barty Crouch, with a heavy expression and a pair of cold, angry, strange and frightened eyes under his eyebrows, which had grown gray hair.

Behind him was Snape, who was still the same, not at all panicked by Voldemort's return, just more gloomy.

Then there are Mrs. Pomfrey and Professor Sprout.

The two professors hurriedly stepped forward the moment they saw the little wizard to check if they were injured.

"Again!"

"Again!!"

Crouch was furious, and he stared at Owen and them with a gloomy gaze that seemed to say how they hadn't died last one.

"Report to the Ministry of Magic when Dumbledore will learn to do things."

"If I don't come, he's going to never tell me."

"It's a big deal, Dumbledore doesn't trust your people." Snape said flatly.

(End of chapter)