Bella's death obviously affected the battle situation next to him, Harry became more and more courageous, and the little wizard in the fourth year actually firmly suppressed the terrified Caro siblings.

There was no such thing as a fancy thing, Harry was a perfect disarming charm.

The more the Caro siblings fought, the more frightened they became, they had never seen such a disarming spell, there was no fixed gesture, it seemed that the kid on the other side could release it no matter what posture he used.

The angle of those disarming spells is abnormally tricky, and the most outrageous thing is that any kind of spell you launch can be unexpectedly stopped by the disarming charm.

Yes, spells can collide with other spells, but isn't it a bit too much for the disarming spell to intercept the Adavaso life spell that I've been practicing for more than ten years!

Harry's eyes lit up when Bella's screams rang out, and he pursed his lips, swinging his wand like an axe to chop down a tree.

The dazzling red light flashed away, and the Caro brothers and sisters only felt their arms numb, and they couldn't help but let go of their hands.

They glanced at Harry viciously, then in Bella's direction in horror, and ran into the mist without looking back.

Harry instinctively wanted to chase after him, but he wanted to know what was going on with Dudley and Neville.

"And Harry, it's too messy, the smell is too mixed, the smell of blood masks most of the smell, I found Harry!"

"Blake?"

Neville and Dudley were now in a state of dazed and agitated revenge, and had no mood to think about anything else, only agreeing with Harry's opinion.

"How's Dumbledore doing?" Zhang Xiao then asked, if Dumbledore hadn't fallen, the wizards wouldn't have panicked or panicked, and everyone believed that Dumbledore would definitely be able to save them.

Harry held his breath, his body tensed a little, he had never seen someone die in front of him so clearly, or such an execution-like death.

The light curtain of the church could not last long, and Professor McGonagall had said that wizards from all over the world were coming to this place in a steady stream.

This wave is definitely a reunion of fate, but if you kill it, kill it, if Zhang Xiao maybe has to give him a set of 'no peace after death'.

Whoever meets is completely up to fate!

"Uh, my cousin, Dudley, Dudley Dursley."

So the three of them followed the Patronus and continued to carefully embark on the unknown path.

Muggles and the Church can't hold it down! As long as it drags on, the whole barrier will definitely be lifted!

In fact, what caused Dumbledore's coma and incurable right now was the curse, and that curse was very powerful.

Snape and Madam Pomfrey could barely keep Dumbledore afloat. ”

"Did you meet Peter Pettigrew? Kill him? ”

"She's dead?"

Blake had quickly broken free from that sadness, and at the moment his mind was full of Zhang Xiao's crisis.

Just as his eyes were searching for the next target in the chaotic battlefield, he saw a big black dog running towards him avoiding everyone.

The atmosphere fell silent again, and the three of them stood here for a while, and Harry said helplessly:

"I found this mist to be disorienting, and it occurred to me that the Patronus might not be affected, so I asked the Patronus to take us to a companion, and it came with us. As for this one"

Nevidari stood with his back to him, one inserting his sword into the scabbard on his back, the other slowly sheathing it into his waist.

Dudley nodded at Neville, "Hello—"

I don't have any regrets about killing him, but on the contrary, I regret my hatred for so long, he doesn't deserve it! ”

"Dead—by the way, haven't asked yet—" Neville let out a sigh of relief, turning his round face with a hint of gratitude, "Harry, why did you get here, and—"

Zhang Xiao jumped off the high platform, and just after they met, the big black dog jumped up and turned into Blake's appearance in the air.

Harry shifted his attention back, scratching his head and feeling a little confused:

Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows, looked at Zhang Xiao hesitantly and asked:

"Shall we proceed then?"

Turning his head, he found Bella lying in a pool of blood, and Harry looked at the two in amazement.

As long as Dumbledore didn't die, or even showed up, it would be a great way to save the situation.

Harry just wanted to say that it was good to die!

In such a short period of time, he hammered over more than 140 people!

Standing on a high place and throwing a hammer is so cool, one hammer does not squeak, and he can't react at all, Zhang Xiao feels that if he is given enough time, he can finish the hammer of the Death Eaters in the field alone.

"So what do we do next? According to you, the Muggles and the Church have premeditated, and this is a trap for wizards."

Zhang Xiao took a breath, Peter Pettigrew would never have expected to die here, this was a big melee of tens of thousands of people, and he was divided into so many battlefields by himself.

"Hmm" Blake nodded a little sadly: "I only feel worthless for us, Peter is a real villain, just for himself."

Harry looked at Dudley, who was silent, and knew that he had no intention of introducing himself, so he continued:

It's really chaotic, close to 100,000 people, mixed together, trying to find someone accurately, it's tantamount to a fool's dream.

Neville nodded likewise, "Hello." ”

Loneliness was written on the faces of the two

That is, Zhang Xiao is not there, otherwise they would have to give them the nicknames of Simon Dali and Ye Nawei.

"Situation. How so? Blake frowned, a little reluctantly, but still said dryly, "Snot. Snape brews potions, which are said to suppress curses.

Zhang Xiao took back the hammer and silently made another note in his battle book.

"Agree" "Yes"

After just a few simple conversations, Zhang Xiao asked in surprise:

"Zhang, can I suppress the curse?"

"Huh?" Zhang Xiao couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, and couldn't help but take a breath: "Don't say it, it seems to be really possible!" ”

The black dog's blood destroys the evil, the higher the spirituality, the stronger the black dog, Blake's not to mention spirituality, the big black dog he has become can take the college entrance examination, and if you study hard, you may be able to go to Qingbei.

A black dog without a trace of stray hair works best, and Blake has become a big black dog himself, and there is absolutely no stray hair, pure black!

It stands to reason that this is the strongest folk exorcism prop, and there is no one!

Blake was annoyed, why hadn't he thought of it before? Maybe Dumbledore would have come to his senses by now.

At this moment, in the corner of the battlefield, a strong roar erupted from a reddish fire that reflected the entire sky.

Zhang Xiao's gaze projected, and gradually, his face became serious.

"Sirius, you go to Professor Dumbledore's first and see if it works, I'll have to get there."

Blake looked at the fiery red in surprise and asked in a low voice:

"What's going on?"

"Grindelwald. I can't hold it anymore! ”

"This is the legendary first Dark Lord?"

Voldemort laughed wildly and raised his wand above his head, spinning it sharply, the crimson fiery python hovering around his body.

Swallowing the flame letter, like a ferocious monster, it is about to devour everything.

Grindelwald gasped violently, clutching his wand tightly, the sweat on his forehead evaporated from the intense heat nearby.

The blue Flame Bird above him was clearly smaller than it had been at the beginning.

Even more obvious than this was his face, which had been about forty years old and now had deep wrinkles and furrows, which were the marks of time.

The straight back is slightly rickety, and there are a lot of age spots on the slender and powerful hands.

Accompanied by a sharp pain, Grindelwald gritted his teeth so hard that a trace of blood oozed from between his teeth.

Melt in the mouth, sweet and silky, with a slight rusty taste.

Only the heterochromatic pupils were still sharp.

It's a pity that the time is still a little shorter. It would be nice if I could hold on a little longer.

Grindelwald ignored the growing pain, even though it was more painful than anything he had ever felt.

If there is a little more time, Albus will have a little more time.

"You old guys." With a triumphant smile, Voldemort walked slowly forward with his bare feet on the scorching earth that had been burned by the fire.

"In history there is a great fame, but the strength. Tsk tsk."

Voldemort shook his head: "Perhaps, we should learn to respect the strong?" Do you think so? Mr. Grindelwald? ”

He suddenly giggled, stretched out his wand and pressed it down:

"For example, you should bow to the teacher after asking for advice!"

Grindelwald snorted in pain, his body as if it was being forced by an invisible force to bend over Voldemort on the other side.

"Salute?" Grindelwald gritted his teeth, and the old wand picked it hard, relieving the pressure on his body: "Then I'd rather die!" ”

The pain grew more and more intense, as if all the flesh was wailing and separating from the bones, every nerve and blood vessel was dancing, the heart was twitching violently, and the stomach was contracting.

Every breath of air the lungs breathe in is like a knife.

Grindelwald gritted his teeth, crunching, and even his teeth began to shatter.

"Ahh

He finally let out his first scream, and the blood was pouring fine beads down his eyes, nose, mouth, ears, and even the pores on the surface of his skin.

Voldemort laughed maniacally, he stretched out his wand lightly, and said lazily;

"Relax, Mr. Grindelwald, I'll make you comfortable and deboned!"

Strangely, the pain of the heart deboning seemed to be far less than what Grindelwald felt at the moment, and he slowly raised his head.

Even Voldemort was startled by the hideous and terrifying face.

His eyes were staring at him with eyes that had long been congested and could not see their true colors, and Grindelwald felt that his eyes were blood-red and he couldn't see anything clearly.

It's like seeing it in Godric's Valley a long time ago. The red roses that bloom throughout the valley.

"Albus." Grindelwald muttered, as if he had suddenly come to his senses.

In that moment, the spirit transcends the physical, the suffering, and everything else.

He raised his wand tremblingly, and in Voldemort's incredulous gaze, a pitiful weak spell burst out of it.

The spell was so weak that it dissipated before it even reached Voldemort's side.

But the spell slammed into Voldemort's face like a loud slap.

His face contorted, and it was Nick who was also incredulous to him.

The six-hundred-year-old man covered his eyes, Grindelwald could still use spells now!

In the limited history of use, everyone who used the potion collapsed to the ground at the beginning of the pain, unable to do anything but scream.

There is not even a means to relieve this pain.

What is it that holds you up?

"Are you humiliating the great Voldemort?" Voldemort raised his wand high, he was already mad: "Die! An old guy who was abandoned by the times! ”

Grindelwald gave an ugly smile.

The scenes of the past flashed quickly, the two high-spirited teenagers, the great dream of changing the wizarding world together, the blood alliance that seemed to have nothing to unravel.

He lay limply on the ground, letting Voldemort look at him condescendingly, wand held aloft.

The gaze seemed to penetrate everything, and above the void sky, there seemed to be a fiery red phoenix singing.

"Albus, are you mourning for me?"

Voldemort raised his wand as if to be executed, and he chanted the incantation in a loud and slow voice, as if he were reciting the verdict.

"Arvada ————————!"

"Whoosh!" A hammer wound with electric light smashed through the side and back, smashing straight into his face.

"Swallow it back!"

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