Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 477: Voldemort strikes
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The Dark Lord is here!
To be honest, there are not many wizards in Hogwarts today, but there are no one who has the strength and courage to resist the darkness.
Most ordinary wizards thought of running away for the first time.
However, within the range of Hogwarts, Apparition is not available, and they may not be able to run if they want to. Because of Voldemort's attack this time, the momentum and scale are quite amazing.
As Maca expected, the main attackers were the Dark Dead-those guys whose souls were eroded by the Bewitched Monument. All of them turned into meteors filled with black energy, rushing towards Hogwarts fiercely.
The number of those black dead is staggering, and Maca is just a rough estimate, and it is hundreds of them. You know, each of these guys can resist the existence of a dozen ordinary adult wizards.
During this period, Voldemort's underground activities have been ongoing. Even though the members of the Order of the Phoenix were always fighting against them, he still gathered so many "victims".
If it weren't for the fact that most of the Black Deaths couldn't retain too much sanity, then it would be a terrifying force that would make the global magic world fearful.
Under the command of Minerva McGonagall, several professors stretched their wands over their heads, and while pointing at the sky above the castle, they released a series of powerful defensive spells.
These spells are all based on the regional protection spells, superimposed on each other and spliced together, covering the entire castle in the form of a hemispherical protective barrier.
It is worth mentioning that Slughorn, who was wearing a flamboyant bright green robe, also stretched out his wand at this time. His spell level is not average, and with his help, this barrier has become thicker and thicker.
The flying speed of those black dead is very fast, and time is running out.
"Guests who do not want to participate in the war, we can understand. Please enter the castle in order to escape..." Professor McGonagall is leading most of the frightened wizards to the castle, "Please don't panic, please trust us Able to cope."
Regardless of whether it is really able to cope or not, at least it is necessary to stabilize everyone's emotions first. If you can't help, then please don't make a mess-of course, you can't speak so bluntly.
While most of the people are busy, Maca is standing in the snow in the vestibule, looking up as if searching for the existence of a certain figure. It's just that he didn't want to be idle, but unified his staff to help the professors to increase the barrier's defensive ability.
As long as he doesn't use the power of rules, his magic is still more than enough, not to mention that he is just smooth at the moment, and his mind is still placed elsewhere.
It didn't take long for the dark dead men to cross several miles quickly and hit the barrier hard.
This time the impact was delivered to every wizard who applied the protective spell, and the barrier suddenly twisted like a balloon. If it weren't for everyone who had accumulated a lot of defensive power, only this first shock would have been broken in one fell swoop.
At this moment, Maca looked back and glanced as if he had noticed something suddenly.
In fact, there is no need to look more, he saw Mr. Scamander opened his old suitcase, and all kinds of rare animals were constantly crawling out of that suitcase.
Glaring is the most abundant among them, which is a breed of Pegasus, and the whole body is gray at a fast speed. Their reproductive ability is not very strong, and I don't know how Scamander cultivated them so much.
The largest body is the three lion eagle-headed beasts and one sphinx-faced beast. They originated from Greece and Egypt respectively. Although the Ministry of Magic considered them to be not extremely dangerous, and classified them into the "xxxx" level, the fighting ability would not be lost to the fire dragon.
Seeing that all kinds of magical animals were still drilling out, Maca blinked, then cast his gaze into the air. Looking further, he could witness the moment when Hogwarts became a rare zoo.
If Scamander can really command these magical creatures, it can also become a considerable combat power.
In mid-air, those black dead men whirled up again after a round of charged impact, launching a series of attacks against the protective barrier. Faced with the impact of hundreds of black dead, the protective barrier is like an uninflated balloon, which may be completely shattered at any time.
Maca intends to let those elves take action, but it is not the time yet. The magic power of the elves is not unlimited, and they need to wait a little bit before letting them show up.
At least, they can't be wasted on temporary defenses.
At this moment, a heavy footstep sounded from the front gate of the castle. The footsteps sounded like a thousand horses, but they were neat and uniform, each step being stepped on at the same point in time.
Maca knew that Professor McGonagall had brought all the guests back to the castle. Those footsteps are one of the existing known defensive spells at Hogwarts Castle, the Stone Statue Knights.
In theory, every wizard who is proficient in transfiguration can move ten or even dozens of statues and act according to the wishes of the caster. But if you want to control hundreds of stone statues to fight, you can't do it with just one spell.
All the statues and armors inside and outside Hogwarts Castle are fixed with ancient magic. Once a transfiguration master activates them, they can automatically fight to protect Hogwarts.
When all the stone statues are out of the castle, Professor McGonagall will close the door. At that time, the time in Maca's heart will come.
When to ask? That is of course the time to show off the strength of Hogwarts in front of all the guests today!
"Everyone, get ready to withdraw to the castle at any time." Maca turned around and said, "Mr. Scamander, please take your friends to the back door, I think someone needs to be guarded there."
He didn't expect that the old gentleman would release so many magical animals, but you should know that it is easy to release it, and it is not that simple to take it back again. Right now, he can only move it somewhere.
"Okay, I will take them to guard the back door!"
Although the old man is already very old, his bones are still strong. As soon as he turned over and climbed onto the back of a Glaling Pegasus, "Silul Law" quickly went away, and a large group of animals of various shapes followed behind him.
"Are there anyone outside the castle who haven't returned?" Maca asked again.
Before the words fell, and before others could answer, he suddenly looked back at the sky. At this moment, a group of black flames suddenly approached from a distance, dragging a long tail and crashing into the barrier.
With a creaking sound, the protective barrier finally couldn't hold it anymore, and it shattered with a bang.
"Go back!"
Except for Maca, all the wizards who maintained the barrier staggered back for several steps, and the weaker astronomy professor Sinista and Muggle studies professor Bubage even fell into the snow.
The violent snowstorm that had been blocked by the barrier once again rushed towards Hogwarts. Mixed in the blizzard are the groups of black dead.
Maca looked at the black flame flying in front, feeling the restless power in it, and nodded secretly.
He has confirmed the identity of the visitor, who is undoubtedly Voldemort himself. It's just that the time hasn't come yet, so he has to wait-until they get close enough!
The professors hurried back to the castle according to the previously stated plan, and the gate was quickly closed. Even though the Stone Statue Knights hadn't all been released, time did not allow McGonagall to do so.
"Boom boom boom boom..."
A series of smashing sounds suddenly sounded, and a large number of the Dark Dead finally landed. Although Voldemort, who was transformed into a black flame, flew in the forefront, he stood among the black dead when he landed, and looked at Maca coldly over the large swaths of black air.
It seems that the Dark Lord has suffered enough and finally became cautious.
"McLean, we haven't seen each other for a while." His tone was fairly calm, but the hatred and murderous intent lurking in it could not be concealed.
"Voldemort, are you here to attend Dumbledore's funeral?" Macca asked casually.
His mouth was questioning, and his eyes were looking directly at Voldemort's side~IndoMTL.com~ But his attention was not properly placed on Voldemort, and he still sensed everything around him.
"At the funeral? Me?" Voldemort snorted coldly, "What do you think?"
"After all, you are also one of Professor Dumbledore's students, aren't you?" Maca said perfunctorily. "Look, we are all the same. We were all Hogwarts students."
"He never regarded me as his student," Voldemort stood there, without first acting, even his black dead stopped their movements, just surrounded Maca. "I'm just his props-he used to show his hypocritical props, understand?"
"It's just you thinking about it, is there any evidence to prove it?" Maca shrugged, but frowned slightly.
He was delaying time for the sake of his advance preparation; but in terms of Voldemort's performance after landing, he seemed to be delaying time as well. Otherwise, with Voldemort's current caution, how could he stand and chat with him in such a cooperative manner?
In the case that both parties may have a back hand, it depends on whose back hand is stronger.
"...Do you need proof?" Voldemort sneered suddenly, his whole body was enveloped in black flames, but his current expression was unclear, "During my time at school, for myself, for Hogg Woz has received so many honors, but the old man Dumbledore has been staring at me-does he think I can't find out? He has never trusted me!"
After hearing this, Maca looked at him carefully, and then shook his head.
"You form a gang in Hogwarts, and use your classmates as servants and tools. You can tell, where can you be trusted?"
Just this sentence seems to tell Voldemort that Maca's understanding of him is not limited to rumors.