A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

The howling wind and swirling colors circled Harry, Ron, and Hermione, dragging them forward, and when Harry's feet touched the solid ground again, they had come to a completely unfamiliar place.

This is a cemetery.

The three people sat on the ground and were shocked.

"Where is this place?" Ron asked. "I can't see a familiar place. So, that's a cemetery?" There were grasses and black stones standing around them. Harry shook his head and looked around. He I saw a tall yew tree with the outline of a building behind it.

On the left is a hill. Harry could make out a delicate old house on the hillside.

"It seems that something is wrong with the trophy transmission." Harry said, and he looked around, the trophy was a dozen feet away from them.

"Do people from the Ministry of Magic make such low-level mistakes?" Ron asked in surprise.

"Oh, Harry, look over there," Hermione said nervously, pointing in one direction.

"The sound of the wind?" Ron guessed, the wind was already blowing at night.

"It's a man, take up the wand," Harry said, and they narrowed their eyes nervously and looked into the deep darkness as three figures walked towards them step by step between the graves. Is it the Muggle nearby? Harry thought, but he quickly denied the speculation, they all wore wizard cloaks.

"Stop, who are you?" Harry called to the few people.

The wind blew in fragments of sneers, which were by no means a sign of friendliness, and Harry raised his wand, but they stopped a dozen feet away, reaching for the hood on their heads. Harry, Ron, and Hermione relaxed slightly. Harry only felt that the bare skin of the man in the middle was abnormally white, as if he had some terrible disease.

The man on the far left showed his face, "Barty Crouch Jr.!" Hermione shrieked. Harry was taken aback and ignored the person in the middle. He moved his gaze to the left. The memory of Christmas Eve half a year ago burst out, "It's really you!"

"Potter," little Crouch grinned, "you should call me a professor, after all, I taught you so much."

Ron next to him pulled his sleeve. "Ha, Harry"

Needless to say, Harry also noticed a pair of malicious gazes, coming from the man in the middle. He had just unbuttoned his cloak, his nose was flat like a snake, and his nostrils were two thin slits... Harry thought the makeup looked familiar. The man stroked his forehead with his pale, slender hands, with scarlet eyes between his fingers.

No temperature can be seen in these eyes.

"Voldemort?" he shouted.

"How dare you call the master's name directly!" Little Crouch pulled out his wand furiously, and stopped him with one hand. A piercing voice like ice cubes appeared immediately, "They are the guests I finally invited back, Barty, I allow them to be rude this time." Voldemort said.

"Master, why don't those two things get in the way?" Yaxley asked humbly, "I came out of the labyrinth castle to make a contribution."

Harry, Ron, and Hermione hadn't recovered from the huge shock, the night air was like bitter ice, and a heart-to-heart coldness spread from the lungs to the whole body.

However, Voldemort didn't react at all to Yaxley's words. His eyes were red, making it difficult to distinguish between the pupils and the whites of the eyes, but Harry could clearly feel that he was constantly looking at him as if he were looking at him. It was greed, hatred, and a trace of... jealousy?

Barty Crouch Jr., standing on the far left, turned into Mr. Haohao again, playing with his wand lazily, and casting a contemptuous glance at Yaxley. He didn’t know anything, so he was anxious to replace his own. Location? Little Crouch licked his lips and smiled sickly.

"So, are you resurrected?"

Harry took a step forward, blocking Ron and Hermione in front of him, and staring at Voldemort bravely. He must try his best to attract the attention of the other person... actively create opportunities... so that Hermione and Ron have a chance to escape, tell the professor all this, and Principal Dumbledore.

But his heart kept falling down, as if falling into a bottomless abyss. A voice told him that the chance was too slim. Little Crouch was stronger than the three of them a year ago, not to mention the resurrected Voldemort.

Harry stared into Voldemort's eyes, trying to show his fearlessness. But his scars ached sharply without warning, never before in his life, and his head seemed to burst. Harry was holding the scar in one hand, and still clutching the wand in one hand. The severe pain made him fall to the ground and convulsed, his stomach was upset, he kept retching, and even suspected that he was going to die in the next second. NS.

He heard Ron and Hermione yelling, and then there were a few sharp piercing noises and the sound of their bodies hitting the ground heavily.

At this time, there was a sudden coolness in his brain, which quickly eased his pain. It is Occlusive Cerebral Surgery.

"Tsk tusk, tusk tusk... your friend really cares about you." said a voice without a trace of emotion.

Harry opened his eyes, his eyes staring at Venus, his vision blurred, and the effects of the sharp pain still remained. It took several seconds to see Voldemort's face close at hand. It should be the color of a corpse, the color of white bones. There was not a trace of hair on his head, his bright red eyes looked gloomy in the dark, and his pupils degenerated into two gaps, like snake eyes.

What did he just say? my friend? Harry thought of a terrible guess, no...don't... he struggled to get up, his heart hurts every time he moved, but even so, he didn't put down the wand in his hand.

If Ron and Hermione were really... he couldn't imagine the possibility, his stomach started to churn again, his fingers being cut by the stone because of holding the wand. Harry gritted his teeth, and the pain made him feel better. While struggling to get up, he stared at Voldemort with hatred.

His response was a cold and sharp smirk.

He staggered to his feet, shaking his head vigorously, and Voldemort stepped back two steps silently, still staring at him with that disgusting look.

At this moment, Harry heard a faint groan, it was Ron! Harry was in ecstasy, he was not dead, great! What about Hermione? He couldn't hear her movement, and the position on his left was as silent as death, and Harry didn't dare to look back to confirm.

"You made too heavy a move, Yaxley, that girl almost died." Voldemort said softly, "Batti did a good job."

"Lord, master...?" Yaxley raised his head puzzled, and Barty Crouch Jr. beside him sneered silently.

"All three of them are useful to me," Voldemort said softly, his eyes still fixed on Harry. "Those two... not only are the savior Harry Potter's best friends, but according to Batty, they are all with Phil How did Lix Haip make friends?"

"Yes, Master," said Barty Crouch Jr. respectfully, "especially the Muggle girl, who became Haipu's assistant in the second grade."

Voldemort sneered.

"The pure-blood family has completely fallen, and the offspring have become waste, allowing the despicable Muggle seeds to climb on their heads."

He began to pace, walking around in front of Harry. Harry stared at the spot, with the wand in his hand clenched to death. If Voldemort was given a spell at this time, he would use the flying curse to summon the trophy... No, little Crouch and the Death Eater were both staring. About him.

Harry was distraught. Voldemort didn't kill a person for the time being, but he knew it was definitely not because of kindness, but had a more evil plan. Harry's brain was running fast, and he was surprised to find that even if his body was in a bad state, Occlumency still worked autonomously, so that he would not fall into the abyss of despair.

"I was looking forward to this scene a long time ago, the meeting with Harry Potter the'Great Savior'..." Voldemort said softly, and Harry's aftermath followed his long, pale fingers, holding them lightly. A magic wand, as if any disarming spell can make the wand get out of hand.

Harry was about to move.

Voldemort was too arrogant. He was defenseless and thought he had no power to fight back. Could this be his flaw?

"...I look forward to rebirth with his blood, breaking the fateful arrangement, and then killing him in one fell swoop. But I failed," Voldemort said regretfully, his bare feet rustling on the dirt and grass. "Hogwarts is more dangerous than it was thirteen years ago, except for the protector of Mudblood and Muggles, Albus Dumbledore... There is another Felix Hap, who is better than the old Dumbledore. Lido is more radical and proactive..."

"I had to give up the best plan after nearly losing my only loyal servant." Voldemort stopped, his snake eyes narrowed, and said unhappily. Harry tried his best to keep himself staring at Voldemort's hand without being too obvious

"So I retreat to second place... You don't know how frustrated I am, Harry Potter, I have tasted the frustration again..."

"Except you," Harry yelled, and Voldemort waved his hand sharply.

"Patter!"

Harry's wand fell to the ground. Harry's eyes widened. He couldn't see clearly. Voldemort's movements were too fast, as if he had been prepared. At this moment Voldemort turned slowly, stared at him for a few seconds, raised his wand and whispered softly, "Break out the bones!"

Harry felt the bones all over his body burning. His head must have been split along the scar. His eyeballs were bulging. They might explode under tremendous pressure at any time. His body was bent in the opposite direction, as if he was about to break him. Fold in half. He hopes to stop as soon as possible...I hope he faints...Just die...

Harry noticed that the pain in his body had diminished a little, and there was a trace of warmth from the thigh, which was a talisman in his pocket! At this moment, there are two forces protecting him, one is Occlumency, and the other is the knot that Nona gave him. Although each effect is weak, it does work.

Voldemort's snake face was twisted, with a cruel grin of contentment, his wand kept pointing at him, not knowing how long it had passed.

The torture is finally over.

Harry was limp, his back wet with sweat, and he was gasping violently. His head was still on the ground, but he still felt the ecstasy in Voldemort's heart. why is it like this? Does torturing yourself make him happy?

Harry couldn't understand this emotion, but he was quite sure that he hadn't made a mistake. After all, he didn't have the slightest joy in himself now.

"Tie them up," Voldemort ordered softly.

A man walked over. Harry’s face was on the ground. The wand was not far from him, but he couldn’t get it. A rope was wrapped around him. He was dragged on the ground, and he caught a glimpse of Ron and Hermione was treated in the same way. Ron's legs were twisted unnaturally, his face was pale, Hermione looked like a corpse, and his chest did not rise or fall.

Then he was hung up by a rope, and his back was attached to the cold surface. It took him two seconds to realize that it was a black tombstone. He also saw clearly who the person in front of him was, Barty Crouch Jr., with a silver glove on one of his hands.

"Did you find it, Potter?" Little Crouch licked his lips nervously. "This is the reward for me from the Dark Lord." Harry glared at him. This weak threat did not affect Little Crouch's. As he moved, the rope wrapped around Harry's body round and round, with no gaps between his neck and ankles.

Little Crouch turned and left.

"Extend your arm." Voldemort said lazily, and Yaxley and Little Crouch reached out their left hands at the same time, and Harry saw a bright red tattoo. Voldemort pressed his long, pale index finger on Little Crouch's arm, the mark turned jet black, and Little Crouch made a slight inhalation sound.

Voldemort straightened up, raised his head, and scanned the dark graveyard.

"After feeling it, how many people have the courage to come back? And how many people will stupidly not come?" he muttered.

Voldemort began to pace again, scanning the graveyard from time to time. Harry didn't know what was going on, but he thought it was definitely not a good thing. He tried desperately to think of a way to apparate? No, he lost his wand and couldn't perform apparition magic without a wand like Professor Haipu, not to mention there are two people around him.

He cannot escape alone.

Wait, Professor Haipu? Harry opened his eyes, desperately chasing that ray of aura, desperately thinking about something related to Professor Haipu... he finally thought of it, it was the Ring of Ouroboros.

In the third grade, Professor Haipu told him that his, Ron, and Hermione’s Ring of Ouroboros had been specially treated, and they could contact the professor proactively, in order to guard against the small dwarf that would transform Animagus. Peter.

But Harry was disappointed again, he didn't carry the Ring of Ouroboros with him at all. But... one person might have brought it.

He tried his best to tilt his head and look to his left, Hermione remained unconscious.

"Hermione..." Harry whispered. He and Hermione were separated by the gap between the tombstones, but he was so tightly **** and down that he couldn't even reach out and kick, and what's worse, His struggle attracted Voldemort's attention.

"Caring about your friend? Potter?" Voldemort said softly, and he paced over. "Even though it's just a low-grade mudblood, she is more useful than you think..." His gaze passed Hermione, ha Li and Ron said maliciously: "Muggle, mixed blood and pure blood, what a dramatic combination!"

"Resume quickly!" He pointed her wand at Hermione. Hermione slowly opened her eyes weakly and saw Voldemort close at hand. Her eyes widened in horror and her body leaned back, which touched her injuries. , Groaning in pain.

But Voldemort turned his head nonchalantly and looked at Harry.

"I think it's better to let your two best friends witness your death." There was a cruel smile on his face. "After that, should the pure blood kill the Mudblood or the Mudblood kill it? Or, let them all die in the hands of that kid...I haven't decided yet, but I believe it will be a good show."

"You... dream." Ron said with a twisted face.

Voldemort looked at him and sneered, "Weasley? The disgusting family is biting!"

Ron screamed in pain.

"Do not"

"do not want"

Harry and Hermione, who had just recovered, yelled, but the smile on Voldemort's face became stronger, "I like this feeling, I have the feeling of life and death..." He continued to point his wand at Ron, making him painful. Howl, but this torture didn't last long, and Voldemort stopped after a while and looked around.

The air was suddenly filled with cloaked Xixi pawns. Every shadowy place has a wizard apparition. They all wore hoods and covered their faces. Coming cautiously, Voldemort took a few steps, standing there in silence and waiting.

A Death Eater fell to his knees, climbed up to Voldemort, and kissed the hem of his black robe.

More and more Death Eaters are doing this, including Barty Crouch Jr. and Yaxley. The only people standing at the scene except Voldemort are Harry.

"Welcome, Death Eaters," Voldemort said calmly, and he began to give a return speech. Harry didn't want to listen carefully, but winked at Hermione. He didn't dare to be too obvious. Hermione didn't notice. Hurt

"I smell guilt... No one tried to find me proactively... Didn't you know that I took measures to prevent death a long time ago? Yes, maybe you think that there is a stronger force that defeated Voldemort and defeated your allegiance Master...like the old man hiding in Hogwarts? Or the boy who survived the catastrophe in front of you?"

The Death Eaters on their knees raised their heads tremblingly, and when they saw Harry, they inhaled.

"Lucius, are you surprised? I heard that your son and Harry Potter are in the same grade?"

"Lord, master," Lucius Malfoy's voice came from the dense group of Death Eaters, "The Malfoy family has always been loyal to you. Draco, Draco, and Potter are deadly enemies in the school. He hates Muggle, Potter, and Dumbledore just like me."

Lucius raised his head, "Master, it's great that you can come back."

"Lucius," Voldemort said lazily, "My cunning friend, hypocrisy is carved into your bones. Like everyone else, you have never tried to find me... But you are at the Quidditch Century Cup scene. His performance is very interesting, I believe... Are you still willing to take the lead in torturing Muggles? Even though you once let me down... I hope you will serve me more faithfully in the future."

"Of course, master, of course... you are generous, thank you..."

Next, Voldemort was famous one by one, including those who did not come. The Death Eaters kneeling on the ground were like waiting for the trial of fate. Harry took the opportunity to keep showing Hermione with his eyes. He succeeded, and Hermione casts agility. glance.

"Ring of Ouroboros," Harry muttered softly.

Hermione glared at him, unable to hear clearly.

"The Ring of Ouroboros." Harry raised his volume slightly, and this time, Hermione heard it. She nodded gently at Harry, and moved her arms in a small area. At this time, Voldemort finally completed the trial of the Death Eaters, and they reunited under the banner of Voldemort.

"Next, it is the climax of the night of my return. It is the drama I carefully prepared." Voldemort turned around, the slit-like nose slightly expanded, Hermione stopped immediately, and Voldemort raised his wand: "Let us work together. Witness the death of Harry Potter."

All the Death Eaters held their wands high and said in unison: "Witness the death of Harry Potter."

Harry felt the rope that bound him suddenly loosened. With a clever move, he fell in Hermione's direction. With the help of his body, he violently pulled the rope on Hermione twice, and Hermione quickly reached into her pocket.

Low ridicule sounded around.

"Excuse me, I have to admit that before this, the boy who survived the catastrophe suffered some torture." Voldemort held his wand, his mouth opened in a cold arc.

The crowd laughed more happily.

"Come here, Potter, and meet your destiny." Voldemort said softly.

Harry tried his best to buy time for Hermione. After all this time, the school must have discovered that they are missing. No, they should have known from the time they were holding the trophy but did not show up off the court, but the school could not find their whereabouts...this is our Ouroboros The role of the ring.

"Oh?" Voldemort dragged the long tone. "Harry Potter looks a little nervous, please let go. I remember, you should have learned to fight?"

The Death Eaters laughed and dispersed more, Harry limped to his wand, picked up the wand on the ground, and picked up Ron and Hermione’s wands and put them in his pockets. .

"Children's trick." Voldemort sneered.

"Let’s bow to each other, Harry," he said, leaning, but his snake face kept looking at Harry. "Come on, etiquette is to be observed... Dumbledore must hope you behave well. Grace... Bow to death, Harry..."

Harry stared at him stubbornly, and Voldemort's wand was gently pressed down, and he was bent down, and in order to humiliate him, Voldemort deliberately kept him in this position for a while. There was laughter all around.

That's not bad too... Harry thought, at least it was a delay.

"Then the duel begins."

Harry quickly raised his wand. The red light gathered at the tip of the wand, but Voldemort hit him at a faster speed. It was a heartbreaking spell. Harry fell to the ground in pain, feeling the white-hot knife continuously cutting his body. , He howled in pain and stumbled towards the wall of Death Eaters. He saw a Death Eater with light blond hair under the mask, and one of his hands reached into his pocket.

What is he doing? Harry couldn't help thinking, and the next second he was pushed back by the Death Eaters around him.

"Does it hurt, Harry?" Voldemort said, his nostrils opened in excitement. "Need a rest? You have to learn to endure, because I will continue to use this spell...the drill spell...until the end of your life. ."

The surrounding voices were lowered, and the Death Eaters looked at Voldemort with awe, and Voldemort was extremely satisfied.

Harry discovered an anomaly. If you don't count the time when the wand was knocked out, Voldemort had only used one spell on him from beginning to end, plus the look of fear he thought he had read it wrong... Harry suddenly realized it.

"You are afraid of me! Voldemort, you are afraid of me!" Harry shouted.

"What are you talking about, Potter?" Voldemort asked softly.

"You dare not use a life-threatening curse on me, do you!" Harry shouted, telling his guess, whether it was true or not, at least it could be delayed for a while, "You are afraid of the magical protection my mother has given me with life. Worrying that the spell bounces back on you again, so you are done! It will be a joke completely!"

The Death Eaters around were silent, except for the cold whimpering wind at night.

Voldemort was silent for a while, and then smiled coldly, "I just want to torture you, so I've got my bones!"

The spell hit Harry, but this time he didn't fall. He trembled, but his eyes were fixed on Voldemort, "You're scared, Voldemort! Originally I was not sure, but now I believe it 100%. Mommy. Your protection is in my blood. You have had enough of this pain, haven’t you!"

"It was one time thirteen years ago! It was another time when you were on the back of Professor Quirrell's head three years ago! How embarrassed you were, you should show these people that poor look!" Harry sneered loudly, and Voldemort watched. Out of anger, his pale and slender hands trembled for the first time.

"Drill the heart and cut the bone, drill the heart and cut the bone, drill the heart and cut the bone"

Harry opened his arms fearlessly and gave up resistance. At this moment, a blood-colored light fell from the sky, hitting the ground heavily, blocking Harry, "Ding Ding Ding!" The Heart Drilling Charm missed.

Harry opened his eyes wide, and what stood in front of him was a steel knight. He couldn't tell whether it was a magic puppet or a spell. He could only recognize that the knight was wearing a medieval armor with blood on his body, as if he had just been After a battle, he held a huge shield in both hands.

"What?" Voldemort turned his head suddenly, looked into the air, gritted his teeth and said: "Felix Haip!"

"It's me." Felix said calmly, standing in the air, behind him was a pair of shiny silver wings swaying gently.

"You came just right," Voldemort said with a sneer, "I have been suppressing the idea of ​​looking for you, but I didn't expect you to come by yourself to Avada to chew the big tiles!" The green light shaded the sky, and Felix's silver wings flashed. The body suddenly disappeared in the air.

When he reappeared, he was already standing next to Harry and the knight, holding a ball of black lightning in his left hand. With a sharp stroke of his other hand, the ropes bound to Ron and Hermione suddenly loosened, and they staggered to their knees. "Take Ron and Hermione to go first. Use the trophy door key. The Knight will temporarily protect you." He said to Harry.

There was a strong hope in Harry's chest.

"Stop them!" Voldemort's snake face twisted, green light filled his vision, and the knight pulled Harry to the side to dodge, and Felix turned dexterously to avoid the spell at the same time. He appeared in the air again, the black lightning in his hand pouring down, smashing into the ground hundreds of times.

The Death Eaters immediately strayed from birds and beasts, but a few hapless ones were hit.

Felix noticed little Crouch moving in Harry's direction, his eyes flickering as if he hadn't seen it.

Harry found himself being brought by the "knight" to Ron and Hermione. "Thank you". He didn't know what to say. Maybe there was a wizard hidden in the armor, but he was stunned suddenly because the knight was cursed. A small part of his body was wiped out by the green light, the shield obliquely above and the shoulder on the right half were gone, and the neat fracture was corroded by something green.

"Harry, trophy" Hermione said weakly, and she helped Ron to stand.

"The trophy is right, the trophy is coming!" Harry stretched out his wand and shouted, but the surroundings were too fierce. Even though they were on the edge of the battlefield, they still endured the aftermath. A lot of soil was overturned, and black tombstones rose into the sky. , Smashed at Felix under the control of Voldemort.

"Dude, I think the trophy is in that direction." Ron grinned.

"Oh, that's right!" Harry said hurriedly. He changed the direction of his wand. "The trophy is coming!" He heard the sound of breaking through the air. This time it was right. Suddenly a figure rushed out, "Bone to pieces!" Shouted with a grinning smile.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione watched the smashing curse smash the trophy.

"Come with me, deal with Potter and the others! Master will solve Haipu!" Little Crouch shouted, a dozen dark shadows responded to him, colorful spells hit them, and the knight stood upright. , Put the broken shield on the ground, all the spells were bounced off.

"Go back!" Little Crouch saw the flaw.

"Let's go back!" Harry shouted, handing his wand out of the gap, and the Disarming Curse was activated silently. A Death Eater’s wand came out and flew towards Harry, "tore apart." Harry shouted again, the wand breaking into several pieces in mid-air.

"Where to go back?" Ron yelled, clutching one foot.

Harry did not answer. He saw that Death Eaters were walking around, and they had reached their side. He quickly threw a few Stunning Curses and missed them, but the fast and urgent spell made two Death Eaters rush in. Shocked, they didn't dare to approach unscrupulously.

Hermione tugged at Ron. "There is a huge yew behind."

Harry was in trouble at this time. He didn't know how to make the "Knight" take orders. Judging from the previous performance, it was still quite intelligent, not like a magic.

"We are going back, you follow us, do you hear?" Harry said to the knight.

No response was received, and the Cavaliers simply stood in front of them indifferently.

During this period, the Death Eaters gathered around again.

"Retreat!" Harry said decisively, while propping up the magic spell, they backed a few steps, the knight who had not moved, moved, and then took a step back, always blocking them.

"Really!" Harry was overjoyed, and they quickly retreated near the yew, under the protection of the huge tree trunk and half of the knight's shield, they barely maintained the situation.

"Here!" Harry took out two wands from his pocket, which he had picked up before.

"Awesome!" Ron shouted pale. With the addition of Ron and Hermione, the Death Eaters' offensive was more cautious, especially after Ron used the Bright Flame Curse to turn a Death Eater into a torch.

The Death Eaters tried to extinguish the flame, but ordinary water had no effect at all. After a while, the flame went out by itself, and the Death Eater was dying.

"They are afraid of this spell! It should have been a miraculous effect on the dark wizard!"

Hermione reluctantly used the ancient magic she had mastered, and the golden flames turned into firebirds, and quickly flew to a Death Eater, opened her mouth and pecked him on the face, and the Death Eaters immediately let out a terrible cry.

"Help me!" he shouted.

Little Crouch summoned a stream of water, the golden flame went out very slowly, and the Death Eater was burned to blood.

"Is he dead?" Hermione asked tremblingly.

"Follow him!" Ron shouted.

But then, Hermione just let the firebirds circle the yew and the knight, shed golden flames, no matter how little Crouch urged, the Death Eaters dared not step forward.

"Use the termination curse!" Little Crouch yelled.

"Except your weapon!" Harry looked at the opportunity and released the disarming spell with all his strength. The red light of the spell was like a long laser beam. Little Crouch immediately propped up the iron armor curse. Harry increased his magic power at the same time. The beam sparked four. Splash, the three Death Eaters close to Little Crouch were hit, and the wand broke away from his hands and flew into the deep darkness. Ron followed with the coma spell

"Only two," Ron said regretfully.

Harry took a look in the distance during his busy schedule. The cemetery had been completely destroyed. There were deep pits and gravel everywhere. Professor Haipu used continuous apparitions, and at the same time he dragged out seven afterimages, and the spells formed a secret. A large airtight net surrounded Voldemort in the center, forming a dead end. And the spell used by the professor turned out to be

Killing curse!

Voldemort summoned a silver shield from the thin air. The Killing Curse hit the shield and made a "sizzle" sound. The next second, the Killing Curse, which was weakened a lot, pierced the shield with difficulty, but Voldemort took advantage of this. Gongfu escaped.

Voldemort grinned, "Good tactics, but your killing spell is too weak. It's up to me!" He raised his wand, and then disappeared in place. He was suspended in mid-air, without the aid of any wings, and appeared on the right side of Felix just like that. The dazzling green light illuminates the small half of the cemetery in an instant

"Avada gnaws big tiles"

The spell smashed Felix to pieces.

The battle stopped for a moment. Everyone looked into the air, the green light had not yet dissipated, and the body fragments belonging to Felix Haipu glowed gleamingly, falling lightly like petals.

Lucius Malfoy, who had been paddling the water, had his eyes protruding, and he was so dead? Where is Dumbledore? Are you so confident that you can deal with the Dark Lord and the Death Eaters? He immediately reached into his pocket, where there were contact items that Felix had given him before, but now it suddenly became a hot potato.

...

"How is it possible?" Harry's brain was dizzy. Although he knew that Voldemort was terrible, Professor Haipu was equally powerful in his heart. He looked around in disbelief. Maybe the professor used Apparition, the next time he came out. Will bring a fatal blow to Voldemort.

Everyone seemed to be holding this idea. They clenched their wands and stared cautiously into the sky, the stars of the night shining constantly.

Harry's heart sank a little bit, and the knight in front of him suddenly became transparent. It resisted Voldemort's killing curse, but now it collapsed without anyone attacking...

Professor Haipu is really dead?

Whether it is an enemy or a friend, everyone needs to take some time to accept this reality. Only Voldemort moved on the court. He raised his head and took a deep breath, brushing his palms across his bald forehead with an expression of intoxication.

A big enemy finally died.

Another person moved, and Hermione took out the beaded pouch and put her hand in it. "Please...please...be in it," she said cryingly.

She took out the time converter, put it on her neck, turned the **** on it, "Just three hours ahead." Her fingers kept shaking, and Harry and Ron looked at the small time converter at the same time. , Gradually there was a look in the eyes.

At the same time, the knight who had been standing in front of them finally collapsed, turning into countless spots of light, like fireflies in the night.

"Oh" Hermione shuddered and turned once, two times, three times, and she became a group of Death Eaters and didn't know what happened.

"Bone to pieces!" a voice that couldn't help being proud yelled. Harry's eyes widened and he hurriedly used the iron armor curse. The magic barrier formed almost instantaneously, but a white light penetrated through the gap and hit the time converter. superior.

The time converter began to turn quickly.

Hermione's figure disappeared.

"Where did the girl go?"

"What did he do?"

"Phantom Curse or Apparition"

At this time, Voldemort's gaze also looked over. He was amazed at the disappearance of the Muggle girl, and he was surprised that Harry Potter was not dead, and persisted until now.

There is a saying that Harry was right. Voldemort really did not have the courage to recite the Death Charm to Harry. He was worried about the recurrence of the nightmare thirteen years ago, so he figured out how to torture Harry with the Charm, which showed his own. Majestic, don't worry about spell rebound.

Except for the death of Felix Haipu, everything that happened tonight was not satisfactory.

Voldemort remained silent, expecting someone to discover his "embarrassment" and take the initiative to help him solve Harry Potter's trouble. Barty Crouch Jr... Lucius Malfoy... They could have guessed what they thought before.

The sound of subtle footsteps sounded like a thunder in the silent night. Hermione ran out from behind the huge yew tree

"Hermione!"

"Hermione!"

Harry and Ron were overjoyed. They knew the working mechanism of the time converter. Several hours may have passed for Hermione, but it was just a blink of an eye for them. Harry was also worried that the time converter would be affected by little Crouch's spell, but now that Hermione appeared, it meant she had succeeded.

"Hermione, teach him" Harry was about to speak, but suddenly he was bounced off by a force of her body, and Hermione's body began to glow with dazzling golden light. Her appearance is getting old quickly...No, it should be said that she has grown up. She seemed to be ten years older at once, but the next second she changed back to the original state, as if everything before was an illusion.

"Click!"

The time converter on her chest was broken.

"It's time" Little Crouch yelled, a huge sense of crisis came to his heart, he absolutely believed in his feelings, "Master save"

But Voldemort also moved away in advance. Standing on a high hill, he happened to see a black lightning piercing through little Crouch's head and he was dead.

"Felix Haip!" He looked around in horror. "Where is it?"

He saw Felix. Rather than being a real person, it is more like a ghost, a ghost of vengeance. Felix's whole body was covered with dense strange patterns, and his body glowed strangely, looking colorful.

"Teach, teach, teach, professor?" Ron was dumbfounded. The professor's face seemed to be completely demonic, and he suddenly looked more oozing than Voldemort next to him.

"It's me." Felix grinned. His teeth were also made of runes, and Ron even recognized one or two of them.

"Place your hand on my arm." Felix said. When talking, a lot of light spots came from all directions ~www.readwn.com~ and filled his body. Harry, Ron, and Hermione did so at the same time, and Felix stretched out his other hand, and a wand fell into it.

He looked around, and the Death Eaters avoided his eyes. Only Voldemort looked at him condescendingly, his expression unpredictable, Felix smiled, scared stupid, right?

He directly apparated and disappeared from the cemetery.

The next second, Felix, Harry, Ron, and Hermione appeared in a makeshift tent outside the maze castle.

"Professor, you really did it! Gosh! Dead and resurrected!" Hermione yelled in surprise, and Harry and Ron were also full of joy.

Felix smiled at them, and fell suddenly weak.

"professor"

"Professor Haipu!"

"professor"

Harry, Ron, and Hermione yelled at the same time. At this moment, the inside and outside of the labyrinth castle has become a mess.