The Strongest Badger at Hogwarts

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Taking advantage of Link's communication with Dumbledore, Voldemort, who was wearing a jet-black half-armor in the distance, had finished a complete set of blood-shocking and closing knife movements.

This is a skill he had practiced hard when he was young.

Handsome and elegant, it is very in line with its noble lineage and supreme status.

The only pity is that with the increase of his age and the rapid growth of magical attainments, this extreme melee technique has no place to be used, and it has become like a tasteless thing.

But now, with the blood-colored long knife in his hand, the situation is finally different.

"Hahaha--"

He laughed wildly, just feeling very refreshed.

The blood in his hand was cut out again and again. It seemed that the force was not too much and the speed was not fast, but it cut out several terrifying blood-colored swords that shot straight into the sky. It seemed to want Link, Dumbledore, and even the stars in the universe. Chop together!

On the other side, Link and Dumbledore finally finished communicating.

Link raised his hand and controlled Qingfeng to tie Dumbledore, who was already weak in mobility and almost lost his ability to move at high speed due to injury, to a position about half a foot behind him, and then brought Dumbledore with him. Walking against the wind, constantly dodging and shifting between the blood-colored blades.

Dumbledore was not idle either. Although he was beaten to death by Link's frequent turns, he was still controlling the golden and white holy light to help Link block off those blades that could not be avoided.

The two slowly approached Voldemort so slowly.

Voldemort was not afraid at all, and with a wild laugh, he rushed up with his sword.

Upon seeing this, the corner of Link's mouth slowly raised a slight arc.

I saw that the fog armor around him peeled off Link's body the moment Voldemort stepped forward, and then maintained his human shape, opening his arms and rushing towards Voldemort.

Voldemort raised his sword and was about to slash.

Armed with sharp weapons, the murderous heart begins.

Just like when he had a hammer and wanted to hit everything he saw, Voldemort wanted to chop everything he saw after he mastered the technique of combining demons with things.

It's just that his hand just moved, but the whole person froze.

The Voldemort sub-soul body in Harry's body has been in a sleep state for many years, that is, it was recently awakened by No. 1, which had the largest soul and devoured the original main soul. Naturally, he had never seen Link's steam bomb.

But Gerald is different.

He had personally witnessed that kind of terrifying magic from the memory of the main soul!

Seeing that this newly-returned soul-splitting body is going to take the initiative to chop off the steam bomb with the blade made by him, how can it be held back?

Driven by fear, Gerald fought against Voldemort's control with an unprecedented determination.

The whole blood-colored long knife also trembled wildly in the confrontation between Gerald and Voldemort.

This finally made Voldemort realize something was wrong.

With the conscious connection between the split souls, he finally understood Gerrard's thoughts, and his gaze towards the fog armor in the distance gradually became more vigilant. In the end, he only tentatively swung two swords from a distance.

boom--

The moment the blood-colored blade came into contact with the fog armor, a huge amount of high-temperature steam spurted out, dyeing the whole world a blazing white.

This is super-compressed steam that has been roasted under extreme fire, and has subsequently been blessed by Dumbledore's golden light. At this moment, the ability to corrode and destroy is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

Even the thick darkness emanating from Voldemort faded before the white steam.

Voldemort's response was not slow at all.

The gust of wind picked up when he raised his hand, and the hurricane rolled up around it, instantly opening up a large group of clean space in the white steam that filled the sky.

But it was too late.

The surrounding temperature had already risen rapidly under the scorching of the steam, reaching a level that even Voldemort felt a little unbearable.

The most important thing is that the white steam that carries Dumbledore's golden light is no longer a gas of purely physical properties.

The magic power contained in it greatly suppressed Voldemort's perception, so that his mental power, which was always scanning everything around him, was actually trapped in the space opened up by this small hurricane.

Then, several huge disappearance spells with a diameter of nearly three meters were shot at Voldemort from all over the fog, and at the same time, there were also air bombs that Link had brewed!

The area of ​​its attack was so wide that it directly blocked all of Voldemort's retreats.

"Heh! Bug carving trick!"

Voldemort cracked his mouth and lifted into the air with a grin and lifted the long knife diagonally above his head.

After a short charge, the whole person suddenly fell, and the blood-colored long knife turned into a phantom in the swing of Voldemort's arm, and it fluttered around him like a bird.

The scarlet blade mixed with the pale white steam explosion formed by the supersonic slash was almost connected into a sheet, wrapping Voldemort firmly inside it, and continuously spreading around in a spherical shape!

Where the extremely sharp blood-colored blade passed, the surrounding disappearance spells and air bombs were all disintegrated, and even the surrounding space was chopped up with fleeting fine lines!

After a full five seconds, Voldemort, who had cut out the final sword, quietly landed.

The attack just now brought him a lot of burden, and even he was breathing heavily at the moment.

But it's all worth it.

Because through the blade storm just now, all the surrounding obstacles, including the white fog, have been completely chopped up and turned into nothingness.

Link and Dumbledore were also slashed several times, and they were floating in the air at a distance of 100 meters.

The faces of the two were filled with fear and fear.

If it wasn't for Link running fast just now, Dumbledore's Golden Baise Holy Light was strong enough in defense, I'm afraid they would have been chopped to pieces long ago.

Seeing that Link and Dumbledore in the distance were still trying to stop the bleeding with healing techniques and potions, Voldemort raised his head and laughed proudly:

"It's useless. All the slashes I created have the characteristics of curse magic. There is no corresponding counter-curse. Even if you wash the wound with phoenix tears, it will not heal! You, all die!"

As soon as these words came out, Dumbledore and Link's actions of pouring the potion into their mouths froze, and their expressions became even more bizarre.

Voldemort thought they were desperate, leaning on the long knife and laughing more and more wanton.

But at the next moment, the laughter stopped abruptly.

Because he was shocked to find that Link, who was floating in the distance, waved his hand, and the wounds on Dumbledore and Dumbledore stopped bleeding and began to heal slowly.

This healing is slow, and the damage from the slash is actually still there.

But with the help of a lot of potions, Link and Dumbledore still avoided the ending of **** death, and they also had the ability to continue fighting.

And just when Voldemort was surprised by the scene in front of him, and some words were speechless, Gerald's voice also rang in his mind:

'I said, in fact, I can understand that your consciousness has just woken up and you want to vent your emotions urgently. But before that, can you read the information I sent to your sea of ​​consciousness?

There are almost all the information on Dumbledore and Link!

As long as you have read it once, then you should know that Link Foley was a student of Severus Snape, and the spell he is best at is the God's Edge and Shadowless Charm, an attribute controlled by an advanced legend. Also curse magic.

And now, are you looking forward to killing them with the slashing damage caused by the curse magic? ’

The stunned look on Voldemort's face slowly became calm in Gerald's explanation, and finally became extremely icy, like a thousand-foot cold pool, deep and piercingly cold.

This made the anger in Gerald's heart subside quickly, and there was a faint feeling of bad premonition, and he said a little flusterly:

'It's my fault! You don't see it right now! But you absolutely can't use me as a weapon, I'm about to...'

Gerald's voice was blown away in the wind.

Voldemort, who was holding him, had already soared into the sky, holding the long knife in his hand again in the same power-charging posture as before.

This made Gerald couldn't help but want to scream, and the blade of the blood-colored long knife was constantly shaking.

At the same time, watching this scene, Link and Dumbledore in the distance all smiled.

"It should be almost right?" Link said with a smile on his face, "Our attacks just now were all aimed at the knife, and almost all of them were hit on the same flank point. The most important thing is that these The attack is also mixed with your holy light and my fierce fire. Both of these energies have great restraint on Horcruxes. Coupled with Voldemort's unscrupulous use, even if the long knife turned into a split soul is no longer Sturdy, it should be about to be scrapped!"

Different from Link, Dumbledore's aura was quite sluggish, his face was not smug, and his smile was full of bitterness.

He nodded with difficulty and said:

"I agree with your statement. If there is another wave, the soul-splitting blade will be broken. But the question is, how can we hold on to the opponent's next attack and support the blade until the blade is broken?"

Link took a deep breath and looked at Dumbledore's chest.

The coquettish dark blue nightgown with stars had long since shattered, and Dumbledore's thin chest was exposed in the air.

In all honesty, Dumbledore's figure is already very good.

A normal one-hundred-year-old man is not as strong as him, at least the ribs on his chest are not yet clearly visible.

But at this moment, the still fleshy chest was engraved with several long pale red marks.

This is the previous masterpiece of Voldemort.

Since the official battle, Dumbledore has been beaten three times repeatedly, and the wound cut by Voldemort has hurt his internal organs. If Link had not fed him the Flux earlier, he would be afraid of his heart. All will be chopped up.

Today's Dumbledore, if it is said that he is out of combat, it is certainly not enough.

But if you want to take another round of the flurry of swordsmanship that Voldemort just displayed...

Then tomorrow Hogwarts will have a big funeral.

And it is estimated that an undertaker will be found so that Dumbledore's shredded body can be re-stitched together so that he can be buried intact.

Link's eyes drooped down, and he sighed with a long sigh:

"You bad old man is really going to cause trouble for me. You usually behave so strongly, but I didn't expect to drop the chain at a critical moment."

"I'm so sorry..."

Dumbledore spoke slowly, his tone was not half dissatisfied because of Link's offensive words just now, but with a kind of tenderness.

He smiled and looked at Link and the Hogwarts Castle behind Link, with a faint glow in his eyes.

"However, it has already reached this point. If you insist on it, it is not impossible."

The voice fell.

The golden-white light rose again, but the difference from the previous one was that there was a faint flame burning in the golden-white light this time.

With the flames gradually clinging to Dumbledore's body, his sluggishness was swept away by the breath.

"Listen, Link," said Dumbledore, who seemed to be several decades younger in an instant, "I know that your fog armor has the ability to absorb damage. The higher the frequency of the enemy's attack, the greater the damage. The high temperature steam inside it. The more powerful the bomb contains.

Next, I will help you block most of the slashes. You don't need to doubt me at this point. If I say I can block it, I will definitely block it. All you need to do is maintain the fog armor. Wait until the moment when the other party's soul-splitting person is broken, let your fog armor close to the enemy and detonate, directly attacking the other party's body.

In this case, I believe that the other party will be seriously injured even if he does not die. You also have a little chance of victory.

do you understand? "

Link didn't change much during Dumbledore's speech.

His eyes were always focused on the churning flames on Dumbledore's body~www.readwn.com~ As a master of manipulating fiery flames, he could clearly feel the flames that were constantly emitting, the kind that was completely different from the power of the curse opposite energy.

That is the energy that this book calls life force.

In other words, Dumbledore was burning his own life for power.

"Link! Did you hear what I said?!"

Dumbledore scolded in a serious tone he had never seen before.

Hearing that, Link finally raised his head, and mocked Dumbledore with his nostrils, imitating Draco's usual arrogance:

"It's just a half-dead old man like you who wants to come over and join in the fun. What are you kidding me! Fox, hurry up and bring this old man back to lie down!"

"This is not the time to be willful, Link, listen to me, this is the only way we can defeat Voldemort and protect Hogwarts. Without my help, you would have survived that level of terrifying slash. There is no way to keep fighting power. In this case, you will not have the capital to fight against the enemy's body!"

Dumbledore said seriously, "And you can't command Fox at all. That is my phoenix. She will only obey my orders, even if she likes you very much."

"Oh? Are you sure?"

Link still raised his head and said with a reckless expression.

As soon as he finished speaking, a gorgeous phoenix emerged from the vortex of flames behind him.

The warm fire of the phoenix quickly enveloped Dumbledore, leading him to break through the space and disappear.

It wasn't until this time that the unruly smile on Link's face finally dissipated.

He turned his head slowly and looked at Voldemort who was waving his sword and flying towards him in the distance, his eyes were full of solemnity.