Time slowed down in Fred's eyes.
When a person is close to death, the wonderful feeling will maximize the senses.
Fred heard George's call, and at the same time he could hear the noise and fighting outside.
He also vaguely heard Mrs. Weasley screaming.
"Sorry, George, I don't think I can continue to open the store with you."
Fred's thoughts became clear. He felt that maybe he shouldn't have teased his girlfriend Angelina Johnson last time and made her angry.
Death always comes very slowly.
Fred wanted to force out a smile, which would be his brother's last gift to his brother.
A fragment cut into Fred's cheek, and he could feel his amplified pain and the sound of blood flowing out of his veins.
The curse flew towards him.
Fred felt like he was going to die.
Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes was just getting off the ground, and he hadn't yet acquired Zuko's Joke Shop.
I don’t know if George himself can continue, but he must be able to.
As an older brother himself, George behaves more maturely, although to others both of them seem to be troublemakers.
Fred thought a lot in one moment, and by the end he was ready to face death.
The explosion came towards him, dilating his pupils.
The next moment.
Fred's expression that was about to look relieved suddenly widened.
There was a collision of turbulence in the space in front of him, and then a figure appeared.
The four colors of purple, black, white and gold form a space around it, isolating everything.
The fatal curse was blocked by this force.
Fred opened his mouth in surprise and spit out two words.
"John?"
what happened?
Didn't John disappear?
And why does this John seem to be much smaller?
Fred was shocked and confused, but from the outside, it seemed that only half a second had passed.
Then he saw John being engulfed by an explosion.
The fatal curse that was supposed to fly towards Fred turned into nothingness in a bigger explosion.
Fred was blown away by another explosion.
The whole person rolled on the ground for more than ten times, but there were no other injuries.
The piercing buzzing of the ears was buzzing, and the amplified senses that had just been brought disappeared, leaving a dizzying blur.
He felt his shoulders being shaken, with anxious calls accompanied by strong murmurs.
I don't know how long it took, but Fred finally focused his distracted vision.
A face that appears as if looking in the mirror every day, with worry and anxiety in front of it.
"Fred, Fred!" George's voice came, "Are you okay?"
"Very good, it feels like looking in the mirror, but unfortunately you are missing a piece of your ear."
Fred woke up, and he used the jokes between the twins to make George's heart drop.
"I can't believe how you survived that explosion."
George sat down and looked to the other side, and Fred also looked over.
The wall just now was replaced by a hole more than ten meters long.
Even Fred found it incredible and exaggerated: "I am really blessed by John."
"It's a pity that John isn't here, otherwise he might give you a salary increase." George thought he was joking.
Fred, however, believed what he saw and saluted towards the pothole.
"To our boss."
After walking between life and death, Fred could still say this with a smile.
...
Bellatrix cast a curse and left.
It's not that she suddenly has compassion, it's not that her magic power isn't enough.
and
It's because she saw a more annoying guy.
Draco Malfoy.
"Draco, little Draco, Cissy's little baby."
Bellatrix let out a sick and perverted laugh, like a death-seeking death, and her bent wand drew a white mark on the wall.
When Malfoy heard the voice, he looked back and said, "Is it you? You look so ugly, you still have the confidence to live in this world."
Outstanding effect.
Malfoy lowered his head to avoid an incoming green spell, and waved the wand in his hand to emit a red light.
"I just want to avenge the last time. You mummy-like guy, please stop getting in my way."
Malfoy attracted hatred, but the movements of his hands did not slow down at all.
He kept shooting all kinds of magic spells. Malfoy, who was exceptionally good at magic, used all kinds of magic spells for free.
A spell hit Bellatrix, but the Iron Armor Curse flashed across Bellatrix's body.
Malfoy's face darkened and he cursed: "Shameless guy, you stole other people's things."
Bellatrix's silver light hit Malfoy, and the Iron Armor Curse also appeared on Malfoy.
The two men just shot at each other, neither of them hiding.
Green light came, and Malfoy used the flying spell to drag a medieval armor.
The armor was shattered and Malfoy fired a salvo of bullets to send the armor flying towards Bellatrix.
At this time, Cedric also came in. When he saw this, he used a highly sensitive transformation technique to turn the flying armor into small snakes and go around it.
Bellatrix was caught off guard by the two men's joint efforts. The transformed snake bit Bellatrix, but the snake fell to the ground.
"What a powerful curse."
Cedric could see Bellatrix's current state at a glance.
It was full of curses than the mummies he saw in the pyramid.
Rather than saying she was alive, Bellatrix was now a cursed corpse.
"Kill her here."
Cedric and Malfoy exchanged glances and took action at the same time.
The two of them were no different than other students. They were both trained and had even fought against Dumbledore.
The two men moved together, causing Bellatrix to retreat continuously.
"Boom——!"
There was a violent shaking where they were.
The two of them almost lost their balance when Bellatrix, who was opposite them, suddenly had a face full of surprise.
An ominous premonition welled up in their hearts.
Voldemort.
...
Voldemort took action.
He waited for a while to confirm whether Dumbledore had been poisoned by him.
After seeing Hogwarts become precarious under the offensive and Dumbledore never showed up, Voldemort knew he had succeeded.
Without John and Dumbledore, Hogwarts could not pose any threat to him at the moment.
Voldemort is gone. With the blessing of the magical star wand, his magic is like a god walking on earth, with terrifying power.
Slughorn, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick.
The three of them worked together to stop the Dark Lord, but they still continued to retreat under Voldemort's attacks.
One person beat three people.
And they are all three powerful wizards.
With level six magic power, he was suppressed by one person and had no power to fight back.
Although Slughorn is old and not a combat wizard, he is still amazing enough.
Voldemort raised his wand and spoke his signature spell.
"Avada Kedavra"
The green light flew towards the three of them, and Slughorn dragged his heavy body and tripped over a stone to avoid it.
Green light hit the castle, and the magic on it was broken in an instant.
Facing his former teacher, Voldemort showed no mercy.
On the contrary, he looked at Slughorn with extremely cold eyes and said hypocritically: "I thought you wouldn't be that confused, Horace?"
"Such resistance, and being my enemy."
With scarlet eyes like snakes, Voldemort looked condescendingly at Slughorn.
"You turned a blind eye to my invitation and came to this already rotten school."
"I once admired you and imitated you to build my own connections. You have let me down, Horace."
Professor McGonagall helped Slughorn up. Facing the proud disciple he once taught, Slughorn said angrily: "I shouldn't have believed you in the first place, Riddle!"
"Don't call that name!"
When Voldemort heard that surname that disgusted him, he became extremely angry.
He raised his wand and fired the Dark Mark into the sky.
Announced to everyone, the fall of Hogwarts.
Professor McGonagall turned pale and said angrily: "Albus is still in the castle, Voldemort."
"Really, he should be dying soon." Voldemort sneered, "He shrinks up and doesn't show up. Do you think he can really save you?"
Voldemort, convinced that Dumbledore had been poisoned, looked at the tragic situation at Hogwarts.
This place used to be like home to him.
After he graduated, he also applied to become a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, hoping to stay.
However, the principal at the time refused his employment because he was too young.
After a few years, Voldemort thought he had settled down and became proficient in many magics.
The principal at that time was Dumbledore, but he was still rejected.
Twice rejected by the being who called him home, Voldemort's strong feelings for the place turned into a curse for everyone who stole his place.
Now, the home is destroyed.
It doesn't matter. After Voldemort becomes immortal, he will build a new school for this place that belongs only to him.
...
