"You nasty bitch!"

The shock in Ron's eyes hadn't dissipated, and the anger made his voice tremble,

"Thanks to Hermione, she still plans to let you leave first, and you actually betrayed us!"

"Shut your mouth, stupid boy who doesn't understand anything!"

Karkaroff hid his fear-filled heart with a hideous face, and Ron's severed nose was whirring with blood, blood soaking his beard, drowning his dry lips and trickling down his jaw to the hem of his shirt, but he didn't wipe it, his wand was thrown dead against Ron's brow, and his other hand slipped under Harry's armpit to keep Harry from falling.

"Master!"

Karkaroff's gaze struggled to penetrate the billowing smoke and the flames of the explosion, and his hoarse, trembling voice did not depict the humility he wanted to show,

"My great host. I, Igor, I helped you capture Harry Potter and his friends who tried to escape! ”

There was no sound behind the smoke, maybe he was too lazy to care, but perhaps, it was also possible that the Dark Lord was a little surprised by Karkaroff's shamelessness.

Karkaroff's voice and body trembled violently, desperation on his pale face as he painted a general picture of what the end of the road should be.

Ron knew he had never hated anyone so much in his life, and if he could, he would even give Karkarovla a Diamond Curse! But. He did not have confidence, at such a distance he did not have the confidence to dodge Karkarov's attack.

Ron, who was facing away from the battlefield, didn't know what Hermione was like, but the clear sound that penetrated the rumbling explosions from time to time let Ron know that Hermione was still resisting, but at the same time, Barty Jr.'s increasingly shrill and hysterical roar also made Ron so anxious that he didn't notice that Harry, who was caught in Karkaroff's armpit, was clenching his fists tightly, and his green eyes were flashing with fire!

"Great Dark Lord, my esteemed master!"

Karkaroff, who couldn't get a response, became more and more flustered,

"What else can I do for you, oh, you. Need me to get rid of that mudblood for you? ”

"Ron is right!"

Just as Karkaroff racked his brains to think about how to please the Dark Lord and save himself from the disaster, the half-dead Harry Potter who had been restrained by him suddenly made a sound, and before he could react, a fist rapidly enlarged in front of his eyes and slammed into the bridge of his broken nose.

"You're a nasty bitch!"

Harry roared at the screams of Karkaroff as he fell to the ground, his wand stirred, and in silence Karkaroff's wand landed in his palm.

"Harry!"

Ron exclaimed in surprise,

"You're back to normal, your scars"

"Let's help Hermione, Ron!"

Harry's face was pale, his forehead was drenched in cold sweat, and he was obviously not completely free from his weakness, but when life and death were at stake, he didn't have time to think too much, he clenched his wand, howled, and rushed like a wild horse to Barty Crouch Jr., who had been led in another direction by Hermione!

Click!

Like in the middle of the night, under the gloomy sky, red lightning suddenly flashed, and the sharp electric light disintegrated the smoke and dust, splitting the magic barrier that little Barty had laid dangerously.

The bullet-like screaming stone that pierced the air smashed directly into the magical barrier, grazing little Barty's cheek and flying out, breaking a dead wood the thickness of a bowl.

Barty Crouch Jr. subconsciously staggered backwards, but a dead vine crawling on the bushes suddenly raised its head like a life, and jumped at Barty Crouch Jr. like a poisonous snake, trying to restrain him, but unfortunately, as soon as the dead vine climbed Barty Jr.'s ankle, the crazed Death Eater fell and waved his wand to release a ghostly light to cut off the dead vine.

Barty Crouch Jr. was surprised and a little flustered by this series of tacit attacks, and he quickly got up from the ground, almost rolling behind a tombstone, until he found that the attacks did not follow, and then he brushed away a lock of sweat-soaked hair on his forehead, and gasped roughly.

"What's going on!"

Dueling with a real Death Eater is an unprecedented experience, and the extreme pressure seems to be invisible, as if there is a pair of big hands called death tightly grasping the heart, and the slightest carelessness will kill you!

Hermione's tracksuit was soaked with sweat, and she looked much more embarrassed than Barty Crouch Jr., because her spells were not as powerful as Barty Jr.'s, and her magic was slightly weaker. If it weren't for the blessing in disguise some time ago, she might have been a cold corpse like Gabrielle by now.

Moreover, Hermione was also sure that if such a duel continued, she would definitely fall in the end.

The intervention of Harry and Ron gave this duel an overwhelming advantage in an instant, and also gave Hermione a chance to breathe, but she did not feel a trace of joy, but while holding on to the broken wall to gasp, she stared at Harry and Ron who rushed to him quickly, and screamed angrily,

"What's the matter, why are you still here!"

"That bastard wants to kidnap me and Harry and give us to the sacrifice"

Ron quickly explained, but couldn't name it anyway.

"I will never leave you, Hermione."

Harry said decisively.

There was a brief silence in the cemetery, where the explosions continued, and both sides were gasping for breath to regain their strength.

"There's only one chance, we can only give it a try,"

Hermione stopped thinking about the root cause of what was happening right now, and instead tried to find a way to get out, she pulled Harry and Ron to her side and said in a very low voice,

"Phantom shifting doesn't work, we can only rely on Flash. Crouch. I mean, the one from the Ministry of Magic, just called, let you go, Harry, Twinkle might help us."

"That's just an elf, Hermione, what can it do?"

Ron's eyes widened, rather confused.

"Think of Hogwarts' house-elves, Ron, wizards' anti-illusion disfigurement spells that don't work on elf magic, only special magic can restrain them. We call and must try, this is the only chance! ”

"If so!"

Ron was stunned, then looked ecstatic, "Winter. If you're its owner, you'll be able to call it over and it can take us away! ”

Judging by Hermione's struggling expression, it wasn't that she hadn't taken this into account, she just hadn't done it.

"No. I can't."

Hermione pursed her lips and shook her head,

"I can't let it die, I'm not sure if the house-elf's teleportation magic will work here."

Gabrielle, Fleur's beloved little sister from her classmates is dead, and just thinking about it makes Harry feel a twitching pain in his heart, and Harry knows very well that Hermione doesn't want to pull Dom into their desperate situation if they have the slightest choice!

Hermione found where Twinkle was, and they had to approach quietly so as not to be seen as if they were really going to do so.

"I thought you could take on more responsibility, Barty."

Suddenly, the chilling voice sounded again, indifferent and impatient and disappointed, he saw what had just happened, but he didn't expect that just a few underage little wizards would make his loyal followers helpless.

"I can do it all for you, master!"

Little Barty seemed to have received a great insult, and he screamed and rushed out from behind the tombstone to find the three little wizards who had brought him great shame, but the Dark Lord's cold voice came again-

"Enough!"

Little Barty immediately froze in place, just staring at them with resentful eyes.

That ugly dwarf monster. There was still some kind of luck in the minds of the three of them, he was not the terrible Dark Lord, and although there was much evidence of his identity, they still didn't want to believe it. Because it almost means that they will die.

Hearing this 'enough', the three of them immediately tensed their bodies, ready to dodge at any time, no matter what the dwarf planned to do, they couldn't just give up like this.

However, the next scene made Harry completely understand how big the gap between them and the top wizards was.

Gravity-like force descended from the sky, suppressing them, giving them no chance to dodge, and then, two disgusting green rays of light pierced through the smoke and dust, grazing past Harry, who couldn't move—

Bang, bang!

The gravity then vanished, and Harry's joints were rusty, and he had to exert all his strength to move the slightest.

At last he saw them, two bodies lying in a pile of rubble, staring at the sky with blank eyes, and did not show a look of pain.

Hermione and Ron. He's dead.

(End of chapter)