Chapter 441
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Po Sui Tai Di
Chapter 441
"Dark Mark!"
When the sky was dyed green by the huge skeletons, Sirius and Mr. Weasley immediately stood up and drew their wands.
Sirius quickly reached out and pulled Harry and Ron who were squatting on the ground to pick up gold coins just now.
"Stand back, boys! Go back!" Mr. Weasley yelled, pulling Ginny behind him. "Bill, Charlie, watch your brothers and sisters!"
At this time, Bill and Charlie had also drawn out their wands and walked to Mr. Weasley.
"Fred! George!" Bill stretched out his arms to stop the twins who were poking around, "Stand back, oh, and you too, Scott!"
Scott didn't move.
He stared at the black mist swirling in the air.
"He's here." He reminded.
"What?" Bill turned his head.
"Look, that cloud of black mist." Scott pointed his wand at the target.
"That's it?" Bill asked in surprise.
"It's him!" Sirius' voice was a little nervous, "It's him!"
Ms. Burns strode forward, shouting, "Quick! Children! You should all go back to the back of the box!"
Scott glanced back, and saw that the brightly dressed "big shots" in the box were running away in a panic.
"We probably know who that is!"
Fred and George reached out and pulled Scott, causing him to take several steps back.
At this time, part of the audience could not wait to leave, but most people still sat in their seats because they didn't know.
The scene became completely chaotic.
Bagman, who was in charge of hosting the game, was retreating in a hurry.
"Ludo Bagman!" Ms. Burns stared at him seriously, "Quickly speak up and let the audience exit in an orderly manner!"
"me……"
Bagman looked flustered, but under the pressure of Ms. Burns, he still pointed his wand at his throat.
"Dear audience, due to an accident... an accident..." His panicked voice resounded throughout the stadium, "The game has been cancelled, please leave in an orderly manner, please leave in an orderly manner!"
"All of you can't go."
Another voice followed.
The voice was cold and strange, with the sound of "hissing" mixed in between the words, like a poisonous snake crawling across the skin, it would make the person who heard it shudder involuntarily.
"Apparition has been banned here," the voice continued. "Not only that, but Fiendfire has engulfed the entire arena!"
"what?"
"how come?"
"Damn the Ministry of Magic!"
"Where are the Aurors? What are they doing?"
The people who were trying to escape were stunned.
Scott heard Bill say to Mr. Weasley: "Dad, I really failed at trying to Apparate!"
"Damn it!" Sirius couldn't help roaring, and couldn't help raising his wand to attack first.
"and many more!"
Scott quickly reached out and grabbed him.
"I can contact Professor Dumbledore."
He quickly took out the [magic mirror] and connected to Dumbledore's [magic phone].
"Oh! Well done Scott!"
"Why didn't we think of it just now!"
Seeing his movements, the twins immediately became excited.
Under the curious eyes of others, they began to tell about Scott's "great invention".
Scott was actually a little nervous, he was afraid that Dumbledore didn't have the [magic phone] with him.
Fortunately, what he was worried about did not happen, and the bearded Dumbledore soon appeared in [Magic Mirror].
"Oh, what happened, Scott?"
"Professor Dumbledore!" Scott said quickly, "The Quidditch final was attacked. It's...the mysterious people. They placed an anti-apparition spell on the venue and claimed to have surrounded the whole place with Fiendfire. venue!"
When he told the news, Scott couldn't believe it. This is a stadium that can accommodate 10 people. Such a large area is surrounded by fire, which is really amazing.
"I see."
Dumbledore cut off the communication immediately with a serious face.
Scott looked up to find everyone looking at him appreciatively.
"It seems that Dumbledore has already started to act, well done, boy!" Ms. Burns said excitedly.
Scott nodded, "I can still observe the outside world."
He took out a block of wood and polymorphed it into a crow.
The crow immediately spread its wings and flew upwards.
"What it does is..."
Scott pointed at the [Magic Mirror] in his hand, and the real-time picture that the crow saw immediately appeared on the mirror.
Not paying attention to other people's exclamation and praise, Scott just stared at the picture in the mirror.
The crow had been flying higher and higher, and Scott couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief as it flew along the edge of the stadium and into the sky.
Fortunately, it was not blocked.
But in the next second, he was shocked by what he saw.
Voldemort wasn't lying.
The blazing Fiendfire formed an endless wall of fire, forming a complete wall of fire around the huge gymnasium.
The crow flew down.
The footage showed people fighting outside the stadium.
The Aurors are inside the wall of fire, and the Death Eaters are outside the wall of fire, and the two sides are fighting fiercely.
Scott could see several familiar figures.
"Oh! It's Moody and the others!" Mr. Weasley exclaimed, "No, they're already at a disadvantage!"
The Aurors led by Moody were indeed at a disadvantage, being forced by the Death Eaters' spell to retreat into the entrance passage of the gymnasium.
"We must help them!" Sirius said anxiously, "We must open a way to escape!"
Just then, Voldemort's voice sounded again.
"Quiet!"
Scott and the others turned their heads and found that Voldemort had appeared in his real body, standing on the round goal on the other side of the field.
The stadium gradually fell silent.
Everyone was looking at the terrifying figure standing straight above the goal.
"Good evening, everyone." Voldemort opened his arms, "Maybe you have all heard my name, I am Voldemort!"
The stadium has become silent.
Compared with the towering goal, Voldemort's body seems small.
But that name seemed to be the embodiment of a shadow. In people's eyes, that figure shrouded in black mist seemed to be taller than the entire gymnasium.
For a while, not to mention that no one took the initiative to attack, not even anyone who spoke to him.
Oh, not without.
The most impulsive Sirius had already been held back by Mr. Weasley, and Bagman took advantage of the situation to cover his mouth.
"Don't be impulsive, Sirius, you must protect Harry." Mr. Weasley reminded in a low voice anxiously.
After hearing his words, Sirius calmed down.
He nodded, and Mr. Weasley and Bagman let him go.
"Sorry." Sirius was annoyed at his lack of composure, "I'll pay attention next time."
He stood up, straightened his robes, and moved in front of Harry and Hermione, keeping them behind him.
At this moment, Harry was covering the scar on his forehead with his hands, and staring up at Voldemort.
His face was pale, and he was biting his lower lip with his teeth, obviously suffering from severe pain.
"Voldemort!"
Suddenly, another voice sounded from below.
Scott and the others followed the prestige and found that Moody led a team of Aurors into the lawn of the stadium.
"It's you, Alastormoody." Voldemort looked down at him with disgust.
"What do you want to do, tell me, Voldemort!" cried Moody.
"What do I want to do? It's up to you." Voldemort laughed. "If someone can hand over Harry Potter, I won't do anything."
Voldemort's words immediately caused an uproar.
"Harry Potter?"
"The Boy Who Lived?"
"Where's Harry Potter?"
At this moment, it seemed that everyone was looking for Harry Potter.
In the box, Sirius stood by Harry's side, his eyes were like a wolf's, staring fiercely and vigilantly at other people, especially those glamorous "big shots" who had left the box and came back.
Suddenly, Harry put his head in his hands and groaned in pain.
"Harry!" Hermione hugged him quickly, her voice crying, "What's wrong with you?"
"Damn it! Damn it!" Sirius cursed, turning around anxiously.
"I..." Harry started to say something.
"Shut up, Harry." Sirius interrupted him anxiously, "No one can decide to hand you over, and you have no obligation to protect others!"
Harry shivered, "But..."
"No but," Ms. Burns began. "You're just an innocent child, and we won't compromise."
Immediately afterwards, Moody below also began to respond to Voldemort's words.
"Choosing to keep your men out of Fiendfyre was your biggest mistake!" Moody yelled. "Do you want to fight a hundred thousand wizards alone, Voldemort!"
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Voldemort laughed loudly as if hearing some funny joke.
"One hundred thousand wizards? Just rely on you?" He sneered and said, "And, guess, how many of these one hundred thousand wizards can muster up the courage to attack me?"
"All wizards!"
Moody's firm voice echoed throughout the arena.
"This is the best opportunity. This person came here alone, and we have a hundred thousand people! What happened in the past tells us that Voldemort is not invincible!"
"Avada Kedavra!"
As soon as his words fell, a thick green light fell from the sky instantly.
Although he was missing a leg and was still on crutches, the old and strong Moody was not killed by Voldemort's sneak attack.
He rolled a few times on the grass, avoiding the sudden death curse.
But now a young Auror behind him suffered because of this, and fell straight to the ground the moment he came into contact with the green light.
"Raymond!"
There were cries of grief.
"it's a pity."
Voldemort retracted his wand lightly.
"You won't be so lucky next time, Moody."
"damn it!"
Moody got up from the grass in embarrassment.
"Have you seen clearly, everyone, this is the end of resistance." Voldemort glanced across the auditorium everywhere, "Who can guarantee that you will not be the next lucky one?"
Although he was far away, his scarlet eyes seemed to be looking at everyone at close range, bringing a strong smell of blood and a heavy sense of oppression.
"As long as you hand over Harry Potter, hand over the boy, you can leave safely." Voldemort opened his arms again, "Quick, act, I know, you and the boy are not related, after all, the Potter family Everyone is dead."
In the box, listening to Voldemort's inciting words, the atmosphere was already very solemn.
Although no one spoke, the hesitant eyes of some people have already revealed some information.
Sirius hid Harry behind him, glared at those people, and growled through gritted teeth, "If anyone dares to speak, I will kill the leaker before the mysterious man is satisfied, I promise!"
In an instant, several people showed unnatural expressions on their faces.
"Sirius!" Ms. Burns also lowered her voice and scolded, "Don't mess around."
Sirius bared his teeth and grinned fiercely, "I have to tell you, Burns, I'm serious!"
Sirius, who was guarding the cub, didn't notice that Harry, who was being pressed behind him, was staring at the Auror's body below, with tears streaming down his face.
Scott was leaning against the side wall of the box, looking around, listening and thinking at the same time.
With the escape artifact door key in his hand, he was not too anxious.
What he was thinking about was whether to take this group of people away now.
If he was already in a dangerous situation, he would definitely do so without hesitation, but now, it seems that he has not reached the point where he has to go.
What's more, although he could walk away, and even take some people with him, he had to think about Roger and Eddie who didn't stay with them.
However, Voldemort seemed impatient at this time.
"No one speaks? Everyone wants to fight me? Everyone wants to protect the boy?"
He suddenly turned into black mist again, rushed into a box at a high speed, and pointed his wand at a shivering man.
"Tell me, where is Harry Potter?" he asked.
Although he spoke casually, his voice still spread to the ears of everyone in the audience.
The wizard pointed at by his wand just shook his head desperately.
"I don't know, I'm Irish! I don't know! I don't know Harry Potter, please let me go!"
The sound of his collapse also spread throughout the audience.
"do not know?"
Voldemort was not satisfied.
"Then go to hell!"
The green light lit up, and another life passed away in an instant.
"what!"
The companion of the man killed by Voldemort cried out in grief and stood up to fight back.
But their resistance was too weak for Voldemort, and they fell one after another in a blink of an eye, only adding a few fresh corpses.
"I... I'm here..."
Harry's voice sounded suddenly.
He seemed tempted to yell, but couldn't because of his hoarse voice.
"Harry, no!"
Hermione, who was also in tears, quickly reached out to cover his mouth.
Harry ducked away.
He said calmly: "He wants to see me, doesn't he, I should stand up, otherwise more innocent people will die because of me."
"Calm down, Harry, calm down!" Sirius quickly pulled him back, "Trust Dumbledore, he will be here soon!"
At this point Voldemort had chosen another target at random.
"Tell me, where is Harry Potter?"
"Not good!" Fred said, holding up the panoramic binoculars, "It's that kid Eddie!"
Scott's eyes widened.
He quickly grabbed the panoramic binoculars in Fred's hand and looked over.
On the other side of the gymnasium, Eddie sat with Roger and Roger's father, Mr. Davis, probably because Eddie's fat body was more conspicuous and was picked by Voldemort.
Pointed at by Voldemort with his wand, Eddie's fat body was trembling slightly.
Scott couldn't help gritting his teeth.
Why is that kid so unlucky?
This is what happens when you don't lose weight!
Although he was cursing in his heart, Scott's mind was spinning rapidly.
He couldn't turn a blind eye to this situation, but desperately thought about how to save Eddie.
only……
It's too far away.
Scott was so anxious that his palms were sweating.
(End of this chapter)
"Dark Mark!"
When the sky was dyed green by the huge skeletons, Sirius and Mr. Weasley immediately stood up and drew their wands.
Sirius quickly reached out and pulled Harry and Ron who were squatting on the ground to pick up gold coins just now.
"Stand back, boys! Go back!" Mr. Weasley yelled, pulling Ginny behind him. "Bill, Charlie, watch your brothers and sisters!"
At this time, Bill and Charlie had also drawn out their wands and walked to Mr. Weasley.
"Fred! George!" Bill stretched out his arms to stop the twins who were poking around, "Stand back, oh, and you too, Scott!"
Scott didn't move.
He stared at the black mist swirling in the air.
"He's here." He reminded.
"What?" Bill turned his head.
"Look, that cloud of black mist." Scott pointed his wand at the target.
"That's it?" Bill asked in surprise.
"It's him!" Sirius' voice was a little nervous, "It's him!"
Ms. Burns strode forward, shouting, "Quick! Children! You should all go back to the back of the box!"
Scott glanced back, and saw that the brightly dressed "big shots" in the box were running away in a panic.
"We probably know who that is!"
Fred and George reached out and pulled Scott, causing him to take several steps back.
At this time, part of the audience could not wait to leave, but most people still sat in their seats because they didn't know.
The scene became completely chaotic.
Bagman, who was in charge of hosting the game, was retreating in a hurry.
"Ludo Bagman!" Ms. Burns stared at him seriously, "Quickly speak up and let the audience exit in an orderly manner!"
"me……"
Bagman looked flustered, but under the pressure of Ms. Burns, he still pointed his wand at his throat.
"Dear audience, due to an accident... an accident..." His panicked voice resounded throughout the stadium, "The game has been cancelled, please leave in an orderly manner, please leave in an orderly manner!"
"All of you can't go."
Another voice followed.
The voice was cold and strange, with the sound of "hissing" mixed in between the words, like a poisonous snake crawling across the skin, it would make the person who heard it shudder involuntarily.
"Apparition has been banned here," the voice continued. "Not only that, but Fiendfire has engulfed the entire arena!"
"what?"
"how come?"
"Damn the Ministry of Magic!"
"Where are the Aurors? What are they doing?"
The people who were trying to escape were stunned.
Scott heard Bill say to Mr. Weasley: "Dad, I really failed at trying to Apparate!"
"Damn it!" Sirius couldn't help roaring, and couldn't help raising his wand to attack first.
"and many more!"
Scott quickly reached out and grabbed him.
"I can contact Professor Dumbledore."
He quickly took out the [magic mirror] and connected to Dumbledore's [magic phone].
"Oh! Well done Scott!"
"Why didn't we think of it just now!"
Seeing his movements, the twins immediately became excited.
Under the curious eyes of others, they began to tell about Scott's "great invention".
Scott was actually a little nervous, he was afraid that Dumbledore didn't have the [magic phone] with him.
Fortunately, what he was worried about did not happen, and the bearded Dumbledore soon appeared in [Magic Mirror].
"Oh, what happened, Scott?"
"Professor Dumbledore!" Scott said quickly, "The Quidditch final was attacked. It's...the mysterious people. They placed an anti-apparition spell on the venue and claimed to have surrounded the whole place with Fiendfire. venue!"
When he told the news, Scott couldn't believe it. This is a stadium that can accommodate 10 people. Such a large area is surrounded by fire, which is really amazing.
"I see."
Dumbledore cut off the communication immediately with a serious face.
Scott looked up to find everyone looking at him appreciatively.
"It seems that Dumbledore has already started to act, well done, boy!" Ms. Burns said excitedly.
Scott nodded, "I can still observe the outside world."
He took out a block of wood and polymorphed it into a crow.
The crow immediately spread its wings and flew upwards.
"What it does is..."
Scott pointed at the [Magic Mirror] in his hand, and the real-time picture that the crow saw immediately appeared on the mirror.
Not paying attention to other people's exclamation and praise, Scott just stared at the picture in the mirror.
The crow had been flying higher and higher, and Scott couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief as it flew along the edge of the stadium and into the sky.
Fortunately, it was not blocked.
But in the next second, he was shocked by what he saw.
Voldemort wasn't lying.
The blazing Fiendfire formed an endless wall of fire, forming a complete wall of fire around the huge gymnasium.
The crow flew down.
The footage showed people fighting outside the stadium.
The Aurors are inside the wall of fire, and the Death Eaters are outside the wall of fire, and the two sides are fighting fiercely.
Scott could see several familiar figures.
"Oh! It's Moody and the others!" Mr. Weasley exclaimed, "No, they're already at a disadvantage!"
The Aurors led by Moody were indeed at a disadvantage, being forced by the Death Eaters' spell to retreat into the entrance passage of the gymnasium.
"We must help them!" Sirius said anxiously, "We must open a way to escape!"
Just then, Voldemort's voice sounded again.
"Quiet!"
Scott and the others turned their heads and found that Voldemort had appeared in his real body, standing on the round goal on the other side of the field.
The stadium gradually fell silent.
Everyone was looking at the terrifying figure standing straight above the goal.
"Good evening, everyone." Voldemort opened his arms, "Maybe you have all heard my name, I am Voldemort!"
The stadium has become silent.
Compared with the towering goal, Voldemort's body seems small.
But that name seemed to be the embodiment of a shadow. In people's eyes, that figure shrouded in black mist seemed to be taller than the entire gymnasium.
For a while, not to mention that no one took the initiative to attack, not even anyone who spoke to him.
Oh, not without.
The most impulsive Sirius had already been held back by Mr. Weasley, and Bagman took advantage of the situation to cover his mouth.
"Don't be impulsive, Sirius, you must protect Harry." Mr. Weasley reminded in a low voice anxiously.
After hearing his words, Sirius calmed down.
He nodded, and Mr. Weasley and Bagman let him go.
"Sorry." Sirius was annoyed at his lack of composure, "I'll pay attention next time."
He stood up, straightened his robes, and moved in front of Harry and Hermione, keeping them behind him.
At this moment, Harry was covering the scar on his forehead with his hands, and staring up at Voldemort.
His face was pale, and he was biting his lower lip with his teeth, obviously suffering from severe pain.
"Voldemort!"
Suddenly, another voice sounded from below.
Scott and the others followed the prestige and found that Moody led a team of Aurors into the lawn of the stadium.
"It's you, Alastormoody." Voldemort looked down at him with disgust.
"What do you want to do, tell me, Voldemort!" cried Moody.
"What do I want to do? It's up to you." Voldemort laughed. "If someone can hand over Harry Potter, I won't do anything."
Voldemort's words immediately caused an uproar.
"Harry Potter?"
"The Boy Who Lived?"
"Where's Harry Potter?"
At this moment, it seemed that everyone was looking for Harry Potter.
In the box, Sirius stood by Harry's side, his eyes were like a wolf's, staring fiercely and vigilantly at other people, especially those glamorous "big shots" who had left the box and came back.
Suddenly, Harry put his head in his hands and groaned in pain.
"Harry!" Hermione hugged him quickly, her voice crying, "What's wrong with you?"
"Damn it! Damn it!" Sirius cursed, turning around anxiously.
"I..." Harry started to say something.
"Shut up, Harry." Sirius interrupted him anxiously, "No one can decide to hand you over, and you have no obligation to protect others!"
Harry shivered, "But..."
"No but," Ms. Burns began. "You're just an innocent child, and we won't compromise."
Immediately afterwards, Moody below also began to respond to Voldemort's words.
"Choosing to keep your men out of Fiendfyre was your biggest mistake!" Moody yelled. "Do you want to fight a hundred thousand wizards alone, Voldemort!"
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Voldemort laughed loudly as if hearing some funny joke.
"One hundred thousand wizards? Just rely on you?" He sneered and said, "And, guess, how many of these one hundred thousand wizards can muster up the courage to attack me?"
"All wizards!"
Moody's firm voice echoed throughout the arena.
"This is the best opportunity. This person came here alone, and we have a hundred thousand people! What happened in the past tells us that Voldemort is not invincible!"
"Avada Kedavra!"
As soon as his words fell, a thick green light fell from the sky instantly.
Although he was missing a leg and was still on crutches, the old and strong Moody was not killed by Voldemort's sneak attack.
He rolled a few times on the grass, avoiding the sudden death curse.
But now a young Auror behind him suffered because of this, and fell straight to the ground the moment he came into contact with the green light.
"Raymond!"
There were cries of grief.
"it's a pity."
Voldemort retracted his wand lightly.
"You won't be so lucky next time, Moody."
"damn it!"
Moody got up from the grass in embarrassment.
"Have you seen clearly, everyone, this is the end of resistance." Voldemort glanced across the auditorium everywhere, "Who can guarantee that you will not be the next lucky one?"
Although he was far away, his scarlet eyes seemed to be looking at everyone at close range, bringing a strong smell of blood and a heavy sense of oppression.
"As long as you hand over Harry Potter, hand over the boy, you can leave safely." Voldemort opened his arms again, "Quick, act, I know, you and the boy are not related, after all, the Potter family Everyone is dead."
In the box, listening to Voldemort's inciting words, the atmosphere was already very solemn.
Although no one spoke, the hesitant eyes of some people have already revealed some information.
Sirius hid Harry behind him, glared at those people, and growled through gritted teeth, "If anyone dares to speak, I will kill the leaker before the mysterious man is satisfied, I promise!"
In an instant, several people showed unnatural expressions on their faces.
"Sirius!" Ms. Burns also lowered her voice and scolded, "Don't mess around."
Sirius bared his teeth and grinned fiercely, "I have to tell you, Burns, I'm serious!"
Sirius, who was guarding the cub, didn't notice that Harry, who was being pressed behind him, was staring at the Auror's body below, with tears streaming down his face.
Scott was leaning against the side wall of the box, looking around, listening and thinking at the same time.
With the escape artifact door key in his hand, he was not too anxious.
What he was thinking about was whether to take this group of people away now.
If he was already in a dangerous situation, he would definitely do so without hesitation, but now, it seems that he has not reached the point where he has to go.
What's more, although he could walk away, and even take some people with him, he had to think about Roger and Eddie who didn't stay with them.
However, Voldemort seemed impatient at this time.
"No one speaks? Everyone wants to fight me? Everyone wants to protect the boy?"
He suddenly turned into black mist again, rushed into a box at a high speed, and pointed his wand at a shivering man.
"Tell me, where is Harry Potter?" he asked.
Although he spoke casually, his voice still spread to the ears of everyone in the audience.
The wizard pointed at by his wand just shook his head desperately.
"I don't know, I'm Irish! I don't know! I don't know Harry Potter, please let me go!"
The sound of his collapse also spread throughout the audience.
"do not know?"
Voldemort was not satisfied.
"Then go to hell!"
The green light lit up, and another life passed away in an instant.
"what!"
The companion of the man killed by Voldemort cried out in grief and stood up to fight back.
But their resistance was too weak for Voldemort, and they fell one after another in a blink of an eye, only adding a few fresh corpses.
"I... I'm here..."
Harry's voice sounded suddenly.
He seemed tempted to yell, but couldn't because of his hoarse voice.
"Harry, no!"
Hermione, who was also in tears, quickly reached out to cover his mouth.
Harry ducked away.
He said calmly: "He wants to see me, doesn't he, I should stand up, otherwise more innocent people will die because of me."
"Calm down, Harry, calm down!" Sirius quickly pulled him back, "Trust Dumbledore, he will be here soon!"
At this point Voldemort had chosen another target at random.
"Tell me, where is Harry Potter?"
"Not good!" Fred said, holding up the panoramic binoculars, "It's that kid Eddie!"
Scott's eyes widened.
He quickly grabbed the panoramic binoculars in Fred's hand and looked over.
On the other side of the gymnasium, Eddie sat with Roger and Roger's father, Mr. Davis, probably because Eddie's fat body was more conspicuous and was picked by Voldemort.
Pointed at by Voldemort with his wand, Eddie's fat body was trembling slightly.
Scott couldn't help gritting his teeth.
Why is that kid so unlucky?
This is what happens when you don't lose weight!
Although he was cursing in his heart, Scott's mind was spinning rapidly.
He couldn't turn a blind eye to this situation, but desperately thought about how to save Eddie.
only……
It's too far away.
Scott was so anxious that his palms were sweating.
(End of this chapter)
