Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

The red flame disappeared in the hall, and the black flame was summoned from the void again, with the same form as an ordinary flame, but without heat.

A faint black-red light was shining.

"Furious!" Professor McGonagall took a breath, and when she was shocked, the scene changed again.

The cold air in the air began to condense, and light blue ice air appeared at this time, and then hit the strange flames.

Legend has it that the fierce fire that could not be extinguished by conventional methods is now imprisoned in a thick layer of ice. The ice is melting rapidly, but there is a life-like covering growing.

Flame, frost, wind, clear water, metal, deformation, space migration, all magic that can be used alternately appears in the hands of the two

The duel symbolizing the highest level of the magic world is displayed in the eyes of everyone. Perhaps a few decades ago, the duel that determined the future of the wizarding world was also the same as today.

Can not help but make people fascinated.

Harry looked at the duel in front of him with distress, and didn't know how to remind Dumbledore that the people they were there now had no way to intervene or stop the duel.

"His." Harry took a sudden breath, covering his forehead with his hands.

No one noticed him.

Harry felt that at this time, his scar suddenly exploded, and the unimaginable pain, if it were to be described, was a sharp blade pierced into his chest, pierced into his heart, and cut hard.

Fortunately, the pain that life couldn't bear lasted only for a moment, and it faded quickly as the tide faded.

Then he discovered a fact.

He was blind.

No, it was his illusion to be blind, and he could still see everything in front of him.

It's just that the information received by the eyes is no longer colorful and no longer colorful.

Only the black and white world is left.

Not far away, the interactive or splendid or primitive magic collided, and the sharp wind blades joined with the rising flames, disintegrating and overflowing. In his eyes, he could see all magic The surge of energy, all the fancy and unfancy spells seem to be broken down into tiny particles.

Following the wizard's control, they gathered at random and then scattered.

That is the origin of everything.

Harry seemed to understand a little bit why Dumbledore was so powerful. This was because of a very high level of understanding of magic.

Everything is like an arm.

Then he suddenly realized why he suddenly possessed such a powerful ability.

The feeling that everything is in control makes him swell, and he feels as if he is in charge of everything.

A crazy killing intent rose from his heart.

Harry subconsciously noticed that it was wrong, but there was no way to suppress it.

This is not Voldemort's spiritual invasion.

The trajectory of the two apparitions was reflected in his green eyes.

As a pure observer, this gives him enough energy to speculate.

To predict.

Harry raised his wand in horror.

Slowly and lightly, he aimed at a clearing, which was Dumbledore's next foothold as he guessed.

At this time, Harry realized that his arm was no longer under his control.

"Ah..." He began to chant the extremely evil spell symbolizing death

"No, no!" Harry yelled from his heart.

But the bytes of the spell still slowly popped out of his mouth uncontrollably.

"Except for your weapons!"

Using the best of his life, Ha finally deflected his wand, and the spell was changed to a disarming spell at the last moment.

He was relieved.

He saw the light from the tip of his wand, swiftly launched, hit the chest of the horseman who was fighting with the dwarf, and made a special clank of metal impact.

Just as he relaxed, he found that his vision had recovered, and the scene presented under his eyes suddenly returned to color.

Harry hurriedly looked back, looked at the direction he had predicted just now, and found that there was nothing there.

But the light from the corner of his eye caught Harry's heart, and his stomach began to churn.

Dumbledore didn't know when he was hit, his old body began to fall, and his long silver beard stood upright in the opposing air current.

The white robe rattled.

From this angle, they couldn't see the old man's expression, only Dumbledore's hands hanging weakly.

I don’t know where the wand in my hand is.

Was he hit by Grindelwald's spell?

Harry wanted to rush over, her sleeves were pulled tightly by Hermione behind her again, tears filled her eyes, her lips were bitten, and she shook her head at Harry.

Below him is the death hall that was opened up.

The curtain symbolizing the interval between life and death is quietly waiting for a living person to leave the world.

Fox let out a clear moan, and this golden firebird flew out of the wide cuff when Dumbledore's body was about to be completely swallowed by the curtain.

The divine bird, who has always been smart, has been hiding in Dumbledore's body just now, but he has not played the role he should have.

At the most critical moment, it abandoned its owner.

Maybe it can't be said to be abandonment, this is just being a creature, using his instinct to survive.

Finally, the old man's body fell into the shabby curtain hanging on the arch without resistance.

The curtain fluttered for a while, as if a gust of wind had blown just now, and then it returned to its former appearance.

Everyone was stunned, they looked at the scene in disbelief.

This change is so abrupt.

So that almost everyone lost the ability to think.

The two legions that were equally well-matched just now lost their master's control, and one of them instantly wilted and was slaughtered like melons and vegetables.

The goblin wielded a huge hard hammer and thumped his enemy violently, stepping on it with strong legs.

this time--

The golden horseman could not pick up his head that had fallen to the ground anymore, and then settled back.

Suddenly bursts of oozing and hoarse laughter spread throughout the room.

Voldemort!

The man's figure first appeared in a translucent state, and then gradually condensed into a solid body in midair, playing with the wand just taken from Dumbledore in his hand.

"Mr. Potter, the savior, it seems that my disarming curse is even more powerful." Voldemort was satisfied with his slender and pale fingers rubbing his trophy, immersed in the comfort of his hand.

Dumbledore was hit by Voldemort's disarming curse, and the latter did not use his best death curse this time, for other reasons.

For the old wand.

But now it seems to kill two birds with one stone.

"Reaper's elderberry, a symbol of invincibility." He murmured.

He is still at a loss for wand restraint.

After going to Durmstrang to kill Karkaroff to vent his anger, he ransacked the library there in an attempt to find evidence of wand restraint and how to crack it.

Gained nothing.

Rather, it would be really strange if he found it.