Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

The bright blue flames on the Black Death are completely fueled by magic. They are attached to the black energy around the Black Death, and the high magic consumption makes it infinitely powerful.

This is the latest version of the Lihuo bottle developed by Maca. Because of the use of the fire dragon’s molten gland, the cost has become extremely high.

As the saying goes, there is no killing if there is no sale, and the birth of every vial means that an innocent and lovely fire dragon is ruthlessly killed.

At this moment, the black death was lying on the ground completely unable to move, his body was also exhausted because of his magical power, and the flames were gradually extinguishing.

Moody leaned against the wall, gasping heavily for the strength of the Black Death, which was particularly tyrannical, and the punch just now completely shattered his shoulder.

"Ge... Granger," Old Moody moved his body with difficulty, but the severe pain in his left shoulder made it difficult for him to sit upright. "What was that just now? It looks like... fierce?"

"It was given to me by Maca, a potion." Hermione hurried to Moody's side, looked at his almost completely collapsed and twisted shoulder with trepidation, and then hurriedly said, "Stop talking, Professor Moody. …There is also a bottle of potion for treating trauma. You should drink it first."

This bottle of healing potion is the same as the one used to rescue Luna in the second project, and it was even filled from the same pot.

Maca gave her three bottles of potions as a birthday present. She had expected that the top three would not be peaceful, and this helped Hermione, who was accidentally chosen as the Warriors, to save her life.

But who knows, it's all used on Mad-Eye Moody at the moment.

Moody took the potion bottle unceremoniously, bit the cork with his teeth, and then drank it with his head shrunk, his shoulders hurt too much, and his neck couldn't lift up.

Suddenly, his magic eyes moved for a while, and then suddenly flipped into the eye sockets.

"...Okay, I won't say anything to thank you," Moody drank the potion, frowned and let out a sigh, "Miss Granger, go back first! It's too dangerous outside now, don't Come out and wander around!"

"but"

"No!" Moody said impatiently. "That kid McLean mentioned to me, this time, none of you should run out!"

"Maca?" Hermione raised an eyebrow, ignoring Moody's dissuasion, "Where is Maca? Where did he go? The third project before... Did he not participate either?"

"He... what happened today... Does he know everything?"

When Old Moody heard it, he glanced at her casually, but there was a trace of surprise in his eyes.

"You don't have to worry about these things!" He waved his movable right hand and urged, "Quickly go back! Go back to the auditorium and notify McGonagall that he is ready to open the Stone Pier Knights!"

"Knights of Stone Pier?" Hermione repeated it blankly.

"Don't ask me to explain... There is no time, understand?" Moody urged again, "Go back quickly, you'll know by then!"

"But teach you"

"I'll be there after I'm resting!" Seeing Hermione still want to continue talking, he just reached out and pushed, "Go! Don't understand? Go!"

Hermione hesitated, moved her steps, and finally turned and ran into the dark corridor.

Although she didn't know exactly what the "Knights of Stone Dune" was or what happened, she knew that Professor Moody was not aimless.

It seems...some other enemy is coming?

Seeing Hermione leaving, Old Moody breathed a sigh of relief, and then forced the pain to stand up with his right arm supporting his left arm.

He could feel that the bottle of healing potion Hermione had given him was very effective, but it took time no matter how good it worked.But now...

"Time... doesn't seem to be enough."

Old Moody turned around and looked to the left, holding his slumped arm on his left.

Immediately afterwards, at the moment when two long hairy feet protruded from the corner, he closed his own eye tightly.

Facts have proved that Alastomoudi, who has been fighting the dark wizard on the front line all the year round, is a real iron man.Even if he is old, he has not regressed in his determination.

"Torn apart."

Moody raised his wand, pointed it at his left shoulder without hesitation, and simply removed the entire left arm.

The bones of his left shoulder were completely shattered. Although it would not take much time to wait for the bones to grow, he obviously thought that he had no chance to wait any longer.

To be honest, from Moody's point of view, there is nothing wrong with his judgment.But Moody didn't know that at this moment he could actually be protected by Dumbledore's defensive barrier as long as he walked into the back door of the castle.

An arm with a leather trench coat sleeve fell on the ground with a clatter, splashing a few insignificant dust.Under the action of a powerful healing agent, the wound quickly closed with scabs.

At the same time, the mysterious enemy at the corner also moved out of the shadows and came under the particularly bright moonlight tonight.

"Humph! Today's enemies are different from those stupid black wizards in previous years... are different!"

Old Moody snorted coldly, and the normal right eye was closed tightly, while the magic eye in the left eye socket exploded with the greatest brightness so far, and the blue gloom pointed straight ahead.

In the vision of his magic eye, the sophisticated alchemy array was not affected at all, it immediately accelerated its operation, firmly locking the enemy's figure.

...

In the auditorium, Harry and Ron were standing in front of Professor McGonagall at this moment, accepting the reprimand and reprimand with embarrassment.

Beside them, Filch crouched and watched with his stinky face stretched.

In the middle of the auditorium, most of the little wizards stared at the two of them in surprise, discussing in a low voice how they ran out from time to time.

Suddenly, with a rush of footsteps, Hermione ran out of the side corridor, panting.

"Teach, Professor..."

She seemed to be running too fast, and even her words were a bit uncomfortable.

Everyone was deeply surprised by Hermione's appearance, and Filch stuck out his bloodshot eyes and stared at her in astonishment.

"What's the matter?" Professor McGonagall said with a stern face, "Miss Granger, where have you been? Do you understand or not, it's really dangerous outside now!"

"Professor..." Hermione swallowed, moistened her dry throat, and then waved her hand. "Professor Moody...he asked you to prepare to open the stone...Stone Pier Knights!"

"Moody?"

McGonagall froze for a moment, but it was only for a moment.

She nodded immediately, and then said to Flitwick and other professors: "I'll leave it to you here first, I'll go to the front entrance to see..."

After the other professors agreed, she left immediately and walked quickly in Hermione's direction.

"Stay in the auditorium, don't go anywhere!"

After dropping a word at Hermione, McGonagall and Hermione passed by, hurriedly towards the hall.

"Hermione...you...have you been discovered by anyone?"

When Hermione also came to the door of the auditorium, Ron looked at her hesitantly and asked carefully, but was stared mercilessly by Hermione.

"Do you think I'll be like you! I've always been reckless..." She crossed her waist and pointed her finger at Ron's nose angrily, "I was almost killed by the two of you!"

"What? What happened?" Ron and Harry were inexplicably scolded by her.

"Humph!"

Hermione snorted and turned her face away, too lazy to even speak.

In fact, if she had to say that, she was right.

If Filch had spotted her, Moody might be able to hold on to it for a while.But if the enemy joined the attacking battle together now, it would be difficult for him not to die.

But then again, when Moody knows he can't hold on, will he stay there and die without meaning?

Maybe he could just take a step back and discover Dumbledore's defensive barrier.

The result of this advancement and retreat, Hermione and Moody, who are both the authorities, could not be predicted at all.

"Oh! Stop arguing!" The little Professor Flitwick waved his short arm, "Be quiet, sit down and rest a while!"

Compared with the anxiety of the students and the slight anxiety of other professors, Snape, who was standing by the window, didn't even have the interest to look back.

He just stood sideways by the window, squinting his eyes in the direction of the forbidden forest on the side of the castle, with no expression on his face.

But at this moment, a densely packed eye suddenly appeared in the shadow on the edge of the forbidden forest. The gaze made Snape's eyes sting, and he turned his head and looked away.

...

At the school gate, Dumbledore was still standing there, motionless.The half-moon lens was reflecting the dazzling moonlight, concealing the pale blue eyes hidden behind.

At the feet of the white wizard, a few strange men and women lay on the ground all the way, blending with the already pitted road around them, forming a peculiar picture.

Dumbledore's breathing was only slightly heavier. His slender fingers were half loose and half tight. He firmly held the old wand, one of the Three Hallows of Death, and looked straight ahead calmly.

"Tom, don't you plan to come out yet?"

Dumbledore's voice was full of vicissitudes and wisdom, and his voice was so smooth that everything was under control.

But even if he invited again, there was still silence around him.In the distance, the Death Eaters looked at this side with a little nervousness, and the hands holding the wands lost their blood because of too much force.

Since the white wizard defeated the first dark lord Greenward who stirred the world of magic, his reputation has made all dark wizards deeply jealous.

At this moment, he just stood here, so that the Death Eaters didn't dare to move at all.

"Well?"

With Dumbledore's whispered whisper, there were suddenly wisps of extremely fine black smoke in the surrounding space. They rotated and rose to form a black gas vortex, converging into the air at an extremely fast speed.