Li Huo.
Thick smoke.
die.
The passage of a life is accompanied by screams and despair.
Harry couldn't hear it, he was confronting Voldemort.
His parents told him not to let go of this struggle.
"So, he is really a wizard?" An old man appeared from Voldemort's wand, "This guy is going to kill me, you fight him, kid."
Another woman appeared. When she saw Harry, she shouted: "Don't let go, don't let him hurt you, Harry, don't let go."
"We can only stay for a short while after the connection is disconnected, but we will buy you time, so you leave quickly."
"No, I can't." Harry heard his parents say, still floating.
He had no way of escaping, not even the Disapparation spell, and the door key was disposable, so there was no way he could leave.
Once disconnected, he has only one end, and that is death.
But his mother said: "Dumbledore is here, Harry."
This sentence gave Harry infinite power, and he chose to believe his mother.
He jerked the wand hard and the connection broke.
The image did not disappear, flying towards Voldemort.
Harry ran into a hug, it was Dumbledore.
He's really here.
Fear flashed across Voldemort's face, and his Death Eaters didn't come over for some reason.
Altolf Edgar died, and even he was unable to defeat him in this situation.
The effect of Sovereignty disappeared and Voldemort's wand glowed green.
The Death Curse turned like thunder and headed towards Dumbledore.
At this time, a burst of fairy music came.
The green light was swallowed by the Phoenix, and the Phoenix turned into a pile of ashes and fell.
Out of the ashes, the ugly baby bird reappears.
Phoenix bathes in fire.
Voldemort sensed the arrival of another person.
This time he was in a very embarrassed state, and the eerie atmosphere that had originally appeared on the scene disappeared with the arrival of a fire and Dumbledore.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw another person falling from the sky.
Crazy murderous intent came instantly.
"Shattered to pieces"
The white light penetrated the place where Voldemort originally rested, and the huge power and the tombstone behind him turned into powder and dissipated.
"Voldemort—!"
John has arrived.
He's crazy.
The magic spell shot out like it didn't cost money. The magic power seemed to be inexhaustible, and he held it in the air with his right hand.
The sword of Silver Wick appeared out of thin air, and flames instantly enveloped the sword.
He stretched out his wings from behind, flapped them hard, and swung his sword at Voldemort from twenty feet away.
The sharp blade of the flame directly made a sword mark embedded in the ground, and the tombstone in the cemetery was divided into two.
Voldemort looked deeply at John and apparated away without giving him a second chance to take action.
John turned around and rushed towards Li Huo without even a trace of pursuit.
Here, the man with the same silver mask raised the wand in his hand and shouted hoarsely.
"All curses end!"
Jin, who is best at Defense Against Dark Arts, cannot extinguish the fire.
He can obviously extinguish all flames, just like before.
The golden light was insignificant in front of the flames. When John arrived, he saw the man burning in the flames.
His eyes turned red and his magic began to stir.
Dumbledore saw this scene and was about to take action when he saw terrifying magic erupting from John.
The raging fierce fire seemed to be choked by a hand at this moment.
With endless anger in his scarlet eyes, John raised his sword and slashed out. Li Huo was forced away by the magic power, and a path was separated.
"Magic runaway." Dumbledore stared at this scene.
Another man rushed into the fire and brought out the charred body.
The moment the body came out, John saw the clenched hands loosen and the silver rings and badges fall.
His legs went weak, and just when he was about to fall, he forced himself to stand up and murmured: "By the way, use magic, this is a magical world."
He looked at the big boy who took off his mask and cried bitterly, forced himself to calm down, and said, "Jin, put him down and let me do it!"
Pour out all the galleons in the small bag. There are tens of thousands there.
Using the coin spell, John watched the galleons visibly decrease until they all disappeared.
The body didn't change at all, and John thought about his time magic again.
A golden magic circle appeared on his left hand, and John spun time.
The body that was burned by Li Huo was gradually repairing, which gave John hope.
"Heinrich, I'm here and everything will be solved." He murmured to himself.
Waves of black smoke-like things emitted from the body, changing constantly on the body.
The golden sand disappeared quickly on his left hand, and John ignored it until the charred body returned to a mummy.
The sand on John's body was exhausted, and he shouted: "No, let me continue repairing it!"
"By the way, I still have soul magic."
Talking to himself, John stretched out his right hand again, and the black silk thread was wrapped around the mummy.
But there is no life left, and there is no way to cure it.
Cedric fell to his knees and wept bitterly.
Kim Ledisley, who took off his mask, had dull eyes and seemed unable to accept this result.
John's mind was racing, and he turned his head sharply to look in Harry's direction.
Harry's body shivered when he saw it. John's target was not him.
He walked quickly and said to Dumbledore: "Professor Dumbledore, time turner, we can use the time turner."
He even forgot about his usual disguise, looked at Dumbledore with hope, and said: "I know you have it, you still have it, give me the time turner and let me save him."
Dumbledore was silent for a long time. He couldn't watch John offend death. He understood even more that the time turner could not change the outcome that had been decided.
Dumbledore shook his head and said, "Sorry, I can't give it to you."
John, who had hoped to please, even wanted to please, gradually lost the sparkle in his eyes.
Under Dumbledore's gaze, black magic surged out of John, and a deep voice sounded.
"Professor Dumbledore, I want you to give me the Time Turner. It should be mine, right?"
The voice was extremely cold, completely different from before, even suffocating.
Dumbledore could see that the person in front of him was now in an extremely dangerous state.
But he still shook his head and said seriously: "Time is taboo, child."
"Taboo?"
Laughter sounded low, and the originally lowered head suddenly rose.
In those eyes, there was hatred mixed with anger.
"Dumbledore, you are still as hypocritical as ever."
"You clearly had a chance to save him just now, but you chose Harry."
"It's you, everything is you!"
Sanity fades away.
The black magic is like a quagmire, trying to drag everyone down.
John said with a spiteful tone: "You arrived here first, and you didn't choose Heinrich. Is it because of his family, or because he is not Hogwarts, or because he is not Harry Potter!"
eccentric!
This wasn't the first time John knew about this.
But he didn't expect that when Heinrich was surrounded by fire, Harry and Voldemort would confront each other.
Dumbledore chose Harry without hesitation, and even as long as Dumbledore took action, Heinrich might be able to survive.
He didn't, he cared more about Harry Potter's life and death.
Damn the savior, John just wanted his friends to live.
Just like now, John said word by word: "Give me the thing, Dumbledore."
He knows everything.
As he knew, Mundungus was actually still serving Dumbledore.
He thought it would free up some kindness and let the old man know he was a good person.
He knew that there were two Time-Turners applied for in the third year, one of which was in Dumbledore's drawer.
He knew that Dumbledore had some fears about him and was blatantly partial to Harry.
But.
But he is also a student of Hogwarts.
Is not it?
He just wants fairness.
Even in order to save Heinrich, he could refuse future fairness.
Pointing the sword in his hand at Dumbledore, John took a deep breath and said again expressionlessly: "Give it to me."
As long as you have a time-turner, everything is possible.
"Feel sorry."
Dumbledore put Harry down, looked at John, and gave the same answer.
"I can not."
Harry's heart nearly jumped out of his throat, and he couldn't get a word in.
Facing the greatest wizard of the century, John almost collapsed.
"I can't watch you being irreversible," Dumbledore said with a complicated expression, trying to get John to turn around, "Don't play with taboos, death is irreversible, and the time turner can't do what you said."
John knew he might have been exposed, so what?
He smiled coldly, turned and left.
Playing with taboos?
Who is playing with taboos?
Who is there, under the guise of fairness, to be superior?
"You've consumed the last bit of my affection for you, Dumbledore."
John's steps paused slightly, and his expression under the mask was full of indifference.
"Maybe you feel that you are superior, but don't forget that there are also fatal dangers in the quagmire."
There were continuous explosions all around, and it was the security team coming.
Tang Mi appeared carrying Peter Pettigrew, and he stood silently behind John.
. . .
Some people died, but not completely...
