The Strongest Badger at Hogwarts

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Two rays, one green and one black, collided fiercely.

At the intersection of the two curses, the light caused by the plasma flying and the energy collision is even more dazzling than the light emitted by the dragon hunting crossbow arrow not far away!

They didn't explode in an instant like other spells and turned into floating energy, but were held in a stalemate under the continuous supply of magic power from Link and Voldemort.

Unfortunately, this stalemate is only temporary.

In terms of magic strength, Link was not yet Voldemort's opponent in his heyday.

With the approach of Voldemort and the increase in magic output, the black beam from the ebony wand was being swallowed by the green light bit by bit.

"Tsk..."

Knowing that he couldn't go on like this, Link frowned and smashed his mouth. When his wrist was turned, the black beam of light engulfed the green light and deflected abruptly.

Link himself took this opportunity to escape from the attack direction of the Death Curse, and went directly into the ‘magic turbulence layer’ where various spells continued to converge and explode below.

Almost in the next moment, a group of dragon-hunting crossbow arrows exploded fiercely in front of it, turning into a fierce magical impact.

There was no panic on Link's face.

As if he had predicted in advance, he was gently on one side of his body, and perfectly avoided the past at an angle that was close to the limit without slowing down.

It is not too difficult for Link to do all this.

Link's perception ability was expanded to the extreme when the Transcendent Charm was fully opened. The entire process of those terrifying magical explosions from birth to end was captured by his magical vision, which resulted in an almost predictable effect.

This is also the reason why he chose to rush into the magic layer.

Of course, he was not naive enough to think that this explosion would cause much trouble to Voldemort.

As long as it can slightly affect the opponent's pursuit speed, it is already considered a victory.

But Link still underestimated the power of Voldemort.

After Voldemort followed Link into the magical power plane, he was also not hindered.

But unlike Link, in the face of the magic torrent around him, he didn't mean to evade at all, instead he chose to rush directly.

Those horrific explosions that were enough to break the rock and rock hit him as if the breeze was blowing across the cliffs, and they could not have a slight impact on Voldemort at all.

"Hahahaha! Link Foley! Don't try to run away this time! I want to catch you! Dump every drop of your blood and kill you!"

Bursting out of a large explosion of colorful magical power, Voldemort roared with a wild laugh.

Before the words fell, a small black and red lightning flashed out of Voldemort's hands, breaking through the space and attacking Link.

Link, who sensed everything, looked terribly ugly.

He didn't even turn his head, just raised the bat behind him and continued to sprint forward.

Hum—

The small black-red lightning twisted and directly hit the cloak.

In this scene, Scrimgeour, Old Klie and others are all trembling in their hearts.

If Link falls, then both of them will be finished today.

But strangely, nothing happened after the collision of the black cloak formed by the blood thunder and the Voldebat.

Not to mention a violent explosion, not even the slightest amount of energy escaped.

Link's movements were still agile, and it didn't seem like he had taken Voldemort's blow.

Even relying on the impact of Voldemort's attack, he slammed another wave of speed, and opened the distance with Voldemort.

It was like... Voldemort's attack was swallowed by the black cloak.

In fact, it is true.

The Voldebat itself has a strong ability to absorb and neutralize energy.

It is by virtue of this powerful ability that Voldebat can be immune to the unsolvable existence of most spells except for the Patronus Curse.

However, only Linkburn knew that the blow that Voldebat blocked was definitely not as easy as it seemed on the surface.

Because at the same time the blood thunder hit, Link heard a scream from the Voldebat very clearly.

It was able to degenerate the vocal organ of Voldebat to almost disappear, and all creatures screamed. One can imagine how much damage the blood mine caused to it.

It's just... what's up with Link?

Unlike Arkham and Yo-Yo, Voldebat, a pure black magic creature, has no emotions at all.

This kind of thing is unfamiliar anyway.

The reason why it stayed with Link was completely attracted by the peculiar energy in Link's bloodline.

Link knew all this well, so he didn't care about the life and death of Voldebat.

Just like now Arkham and Yo-Yo want to fight.

Especially yo-yo, in its view, this kind of air combat is definitely its best field.

But Link just refused to let them out.

Under this kind of high-intensity battle and magic torrent, they come out with a high probability, but they will die in battle!

As for Voldemort, let alone being slammed by Voldemort, even if it was killed by Voldemort, Link would not blink.

Link and Voldemort continued to shuttle in the turbulent flow of magical power like this.

During the period, Link also tried to counterattack from time to time, but most of the spells he shot were used to resist incoming attacks, and could not reach Voldemort at all.

On the contrary, the dragon hunting crossbow team, under the command of old Kled, kept pouring cannonballs around Voldemort.

Not only them.

Scrimgeour also saw Link's dangerous situation and directed the Auror to aim the main target at Voldemort.

With their delay, Link could stand in a stalemate with Voldemort for such a long time.

Finally, after being hit by the dragon hunting crossbow head-on again and missing the opportunity to catch Link, Voldemort became angry.

He turned his head and locked on the Aurors and the hunters below. With a violent wave of his arm, a large number of black and red fire arrows drew beautiful arcs in the air like a rain of meteors, covering the position below.

"Quickly use everything to protect! Block it! Be sure to block it for me!"

Old Klie roared frantically, and his voice was so loud that it was hard to believe that it came from his such a small body.

The surrounding hunters began to gather around the old saints when they heard the words, and the Aurors who had been hiding aside finally got closer.

After that, everyone raised their wands together, and a semi-transparent shield was propped up under the concentration of magic power.

Because the defensive area has become smaller, this shield is obviously much thicker.

But this doesn't make any sense in the face of absolute power gaps.

Boom boom boom...

Continuous explosions sounded above the shield.

Under such a terrifying attack, the shield and the entire land were trembling non-stop.

The hunters hiding under the shield were even more troublesome, each of them turned pale, and most of the magic power that had been consumed inside their bodies was emerging like a tide.

Seeing that his attack was actually blocked, Voldemort became even more angry.

A blood-red color began to appear in his pair of golden vertical pupils, and he roared extremely ferociously:

"Ants!"

A huge blood mine that was several times stronger than the previous one fell suddenly, directly blowing the shield and the dozens of Aurors and hunters directly below it into dust.

The expressions on Newland and Si Gefen's faces are hard to describe in human language.

When they were in school, they all believed that they could give everything for their ideals and beliefs, and they would even die.

But now, the tragic touch in front of them started to shake them.

War has always been cruel.

Are they really prepared?

The same voice rang in the hearts of the two of them, and Newland and Si Gefen stood there blankly, without any reaction.

And above them.

Without the protection of the shield, the rain of fire finally fell.

A wave of violent explosions sounded on the ground, continuously harvesting the lives of the hunters and the Aurors.

A red glow suddenly shot from the side, splitting into two in mid-air, slamming Newland and Si Gefen out, and at the same time forcibly helping them escape a group of black and red fireballs.

The severe pain finally woke them up.

They stared blankly at the source of the attack, but saw Emily, who was sweating, glanced at them coldly, her lips moved a little bit, and then she turned her head and continued to counterattack upwards.

Si Gefen had learned lip language, so he understood that Emily was talking about rubbish.

"So I'm just a trash."

Si Gefen said to himself with a wry smile.

Si Gefen only felt that Emily's description of them was deep to his bones.

If he insisted on making changes to this, it would probably be a waste of self-righteousness.

A mood of despair filled Si Gefen's heart.

But at this moment, he caught a glimpse of Newland not far away as if he was crazy, and ran up and down.

"Ah, are you going to be a deserter?"

Si Gefen whispered in a voice that only he could hear, but there was no ridicule on his face, which was extremely rare.

While smiling bitterly, he looked in the direction Newland was walking, but his expression was stagnant the next moment.

Because what Newland ran to was not an unknown escape route or a solid vault, but the cave where the Australian Protein Eye was located.

Si Gefen's mouth slowly opened up.

As if he had suddenly thought of something, there was light again in his eyes that had dimmed.

"Wait... ahem, together!"

Si Gefen suddenly roared, propped up his body with an iron sword, and ran after Newland.

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On the other side of the position.

Scrimgeour waved his magic wand to block a ball of fireballs for the subordinates beside him.

Then he ignored the fright and became unconscious, and at the stammering subordinate, he lowered his head and took out a porcelain teapot tied with silver thread from his pocket.

This is the collection of the Department of Mysteries.

A special door key.

At the same time, it was also the culprit that caused a large-scale magic disaster.

Since its birth, it has madly swallowed everything within a radius of 3 kilometers around it, even its creator was not spared.

It took two weeks for the memory cancellation headquarters and the team to reverse the accidental magic incident to completely eliminate the effects of this incident.

It is undeniable that this is the source of disaster.

But at the same time, it is also an artifact called BUG.

As long as the lid is opened to a reasonable extent, it can carry at least 20 people for an ultra-long-distance random teleportation, and its effect will not be affected by any space restrictions.

The only problem is.

In the face of such extremely unstable things, it is difficult for you to define what range is ‘reasonable’.

Once you open the lid too far, the scene at the beginning of its birth will reappear, and the powerful spatial turbulence will be completely out of control, strangling everything around it.

Scrimgeour's expression was extremely complicated.

He looked at the teapot in his hand, then looked up at the surrounding hunters and Aurors who were constantly dying under the attack of the fire rain, and the hesitation in his eyes gradually became firmer.

Although I am very sorry for the ‘robbers’ who let them off at a critical moment, although the cowardly behavior of leaving their teammates in the battle is embarrassing, but in order for the Auror troops to continue, they can only do that.

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Taking a deep breath, Scrimgeour's wand hooked, and the only ten or so Aurors around were pulled to his side by a huge force, and clung to him tightly.

Then the thin silver thread on the teapot disintegrated instantly.

Scrimgeour squeezed his left thumb forcefully, and the teapot was opened with a small slit.

After a brief silence, an invisible and strange energy instantly enveloped the entire area where Scrimgeour and others were.

This kind of energy feels very strange, as if someone had cut out that area from the world with a pair of scissors.

Immediately afterwards, this area began to twist around the teapot.

The space is constantly collapsing and compressed, and in the end everything, along with the teapot itself, is absorbed by the slit on the teapot.

After a few seconds.

Over an unnamed beach thousands of miles away.

Scrimgeour and the Aurors appeared out of thin air.

They fell into a free fall on the gravel beach on the shore.

The sharp rocks cut through their skins and their flesh and blood, and blood began to spread under them.

But even so, this group of people still did not respond.

They just lay crookedly on the gravel, their bodies trembling constantly, and the vomit spewed out from their mouths-the terrible teleportation experience of the Taboo Teapot had already destroyed their balance system!

Scrimgeour's condition is fairly good.

At least he was still conscious, and he knew that pressing the lid of the teapot tightly did not allow the worst to happen.

After a long time, Scrimgeour finally struggled to get up.

He tremblingly took the teapot into his arms, and took off a piece of gravel embedded in flesh and blood from his face, and then looked at the subordinates around him with a sad smile.

The loss is too serious.

Even if their luck exploded and used the taboo—the teapot correctly.

But the extremely unstable turbulence during the teleportation still claimed the lives of eight of their team members.

There were only less than 10 Aurors left beside him.

And after these survivors have experienced such a terrifying battle, how many people are still willing to continue fighting under the name of Auror?

The Auror troops are dead in name...

Scrimgeour's laughter became louder and louder, and UU Reading www.uukanshu.com also became more and more miserable.

With a smile, the turbid tears fell from the corner of his eyes, mixed with the blood, like blood and tears.

More than a decade of hard work was destroyed, and the feeling here is beyond words.

But at the next moment, the sad laughter stopped abruptly.

"I can't give up yet!" Scrimgeour muttered to himself in a hoarse voice, "I want to go back to the Ministry of Magic, I want to rebuild the Auror troops, I want...to send back news of Voldemort's resurrection!"

After saying this, Scrimgeour seemed to cheer up again.

He tremblingly took out a large pile of potions from his arms, first poured a bottle on his face, then leaned down, and started to check the injuries of the surviving team members one by one...

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