Chapter 563: Five Demons Gathered

Chapter 563: Five Demons Gathered
At some point, many figures suddenly appeared around, blocking the way of Harry and others on both sides.

Ginny held her breath as eyes gleamed through the slits in their hoods and eleven wands with glowing tips were aimed at their hearts.

Harry's heart sank; they were surrounded, outnumbered by nearly three to one.

"Where's Sirius?" Harry asked loudly, trying to dispel the fear in his heart.

Several Death Eaters laughed as if they were participating in a joyful celebration.

"The Dark Lord always predicts things!" A crazy female voice said proudly, "The Dark Lord always predicts things! Do you want to know where Sirius is, little baby? You must have had too many nightmares and woken up from them? You thought everything in your dreams was real? Hahahaha——"

Obviously, these people are Death Eaters. The one who spoke was most likely Bellatrix Lestrange, who had just escaped from prison not long ago.

Harry was silent. He thought it was clear that he had been tricked.

Hermione was right. From the very beginning, she had fallen into the Dark Lord's calculations. The Dark Lord needed something in the Department of Mysteries, so he used a false illusion to trick her here and then let the Death Eaters ambush them.

but--

"You want to kill me?" Harry's pupils flashed a barely perceptible red light, and a warm feeling came from his abdomen. An inexplicable emotion surged in his heart. A dangerous aura began to permeate his body. He said coldly: "Come on -"

"Looking for death!" Bellatrix seemed to be irritated by Harry's attitude and was about to take action, but was stopped by her husband Rodolphus Lestrange. This made her very dissatisfied and screamed: "Why did you stop me? Let me teach this kid a lesson!"

"He is the master's target. Do you want to displease the master?" Rodolphus said gloomily.

"Then start with his friends -" Bellatrix pointed her finger at Hermione and said viciously, "Start with this lowly mudblood."

Harry took a step forward bravely and shouted, "If you want to touch my friend, you have to step over my dead body!"

He waved his wand vigorously, and without uttering any spell, a blinding golden light suddenly burst out from the prayer wheel, and the Death Eaters immediately lost their sight -

"Run!" Although he didn't understand why this happened, Harry, who was the first to react, shouted as he saw the opportunity was not to be missed.

The Death Eaters closed their eyes and tried to cast spells based on the locations in their memory, but they were horrified to find that all magic was ineffective within the range of the golden light of the prayer wheel.

The four of them quickly ran back to the door of the Rotunda. Hermione used her wand to wave vigorously, and the door slammed shut. She hurriedly said, "Harry, seal this door!"

"Never mind the door, Harry!" Sirius jumped out from a hidden corner.

"Sirius!" Harry said in surprise, with a tone of joy at surviving a disaster.

Behind Sirius, many more figures appeared one after another.

"Oh my God, it's you!" Ron said excitedly, "Professor Lupin, Tonks, Dad, Mom, how did you get to this damn place?"

There were nearly 20 people in total, twice as many as the Death Eaters. Bill Weasley, Elphias Doge, Emmeline Vance, Hestia Jones, Oakden Hobden, and several new members of the Order of the Phoenix all showed up.

"Should we leave here now?" Hermione said nervously.

Lupin patted Hermione's shoulder calmly and said, "Don't worry, you have done a good job. Next we must take advantage of this great opportunity to catch all the Death Eaters in one fell swoop."

As soon as he finished speaking, an explosion was heard, and the door that Hermione had just closed was blown open by magic.

A group of Death Eaters wearing black cloaks, hoods and skull masks swarmed out of the room. When they saw so many people appear in the round hall, they were stunned.

"Do it!" Sirius shouted, holding his wand high, and the sparking spell instantly ignited a new round of battle.

Red light poured out like a sudden rainstorm, shooting densely at the Death Eaters gathered in the center of the round hall.

Gibbere and Gagson, who were standing at the front, were caught off guard and didn't even have a chance to react before they were hit by dozens of Stunning Spells. Their bodies fell heavily to the ground like puppets with their strings cut, and they lost consciousness.

"Disperse!" A Death Eater roared, and took advantage of the smoke and dust to quickly disperse. A figure in a fluttering black robe swept through the circular hall and began a frantic counterattack.

The members of the Order of the Phoenix immediately took up the fight, more than 20 figures each occupying one side, spells interweaving like a violent storm. Red light, blue light, golden light - each one represents a life-and-death contest.

Although the Order of the Phoenix has the advantage in numbers, unlike in the original book, the Order here does not have the participation of two elite Aurors, Kingsley and Moody, so that in actual combat it lacks the organizational ability to quickly form suppression.

The Death Eaters were all executioners who grew up fighting in the dark. They were fearless in battle, and even had a fanatical and twisted pleasure. Spells spewed out of their mouths like venomous snakes, forcing the Order of the Phoenix to be on guard at all times. Although they successfully suppressed the Death Eaters, they could not defeat them in a short time.

The air was filled with gunpowder smoke, and traces of magic explosions were left on the walls.

After a long battle, several Death Eaters realized that the situation was difficult to reverse.

Their original mission was to bring the prayer wheels back to their master, but they found that as long as they got close to the prayer wheels, they would be unable to use magic.

Realizing that the plan was about to fail, they chose to give up decisively.

"Retreat! Break out in all directions!" Anthony Dolohov shouted. They quickly concentrated their fire to blast open several doors, and fled from the round hall like a black tide, disappearing into the intricate maze of corridors of the Department of Mysteries.

Sirius waved a hand signal, and the others understood and chased after him in batches.

……

Department of Mysteries, Hall of the Dead.

Under the empty dome surrounded by gray stone steps, the war is still going on.

Sirius, Lupin, Nymphadora and Oakden Hobden were besieging three top Death Eaters: Bellatrix, Rodolphus and Rabastan Lestrange. The battle was so fierce that it seemed as if the rocks were being torn apart, and the spells exploded in the air, stirring up circles of energy fluctuations.

Bellatrix laughed wildly, moving flexibly between the stone steps, casting deadly curses from time to time; Lupin engaged her in close combat, his figure following her like a shadow; Oakden's spell was like the wind, cleverly restraining Rabastan from the flank, while Nymphadora flexibly moved around the edge of the battlefield, sometimes covering her teammates and sometimes attacking their flaws.

Just when the battle was at a stalemate, the door suddenly opened.

An old but tall figure walked in slowly.

——Albus Dumbledore.

He didn't say anything, but just waved his wand lightly, and the whole space seemed to shake.

Rodolphus and Rabastan barely had time to react before they were transformed into two stone statues by the powerful imprisonment spell, falling heavily to the ground with dust flying everywhere.

Sirius showed a relaxed smile, and was about to ask Dumbledore to join hands with him to deal with Bellatrix -

The cold air came suddenly.

The air seemed to be frozen for a moment, and a terrifying magical power emerged in the hall.

At this moment, Harry, who had been hiding in the dark watching the battle, suddenly felt an unbearable pain in his forehead, and his scar seemed to be on fire, and a surge of rage surged in his heart, but this rage seemed to have nothing to do with his own anger.

"Dumbledore," said a cold, high-pitched voice.

Harry opened his eyes.

He has a tall and thin body, wearing a black hood, a terrifying snake-like face, pale and haggard, staring at a pair of red eyes with slender pupils...

Voldemort appeared.

He walked slowly into the Hall of the Dead, his red eyes staring at Dumbledore like a snake, with a heart-pounding curve at the corners of his lips.

But he is not alone.

Walking on his left was a man with bare arms and a body as tall as a mountain. His skin was bronze, covered with tattoos of sea snakes and anchors, and he wore a tattered dragon skin cape on his shoulders. His eyes were full of rebelliousness.

Barbarossa, the "Pirate King".

On his right, a woman in a purple-black robe slowly walked over, like the queen of the dark night. Her long black hair flowed like a tide, and her face had a smile that was both ethereal and compassionate, but her eyes froze the air.

Morgan le Fay, the "Dark Queen".

Then, a man wearing a scarlet animal skin cloak walked in.

His face was almost covered by a heavy bone mask. It was a hideous mammoth skull with hollowed-out eyes, revealing only a pair of scarlet pupils, which burned with cold savagery and greed. His skin was a sickly gray-green color, covered with strange scars and spells. Every scar was faintly beating with wild magic, as if it was sealing the residual soul of some ferocious beast.

Anubis the Beast Priest.

The four of them stood in a row side by side, with four completely different auras coming towards them: vicious, domineering, seductive, and bestial. The wizards of the Order of the Phoenix standing in the field couldn't help but clench their wands tightly, with a chill rising from their spines.

Just when the atmosphere in the Death Hall had become extremely depressing—

boom--

A young man in a pitch-black ancient robe suddenly appeared like a ghost, but no one noticed how he came in.

His skin was so pale that there was no trace of blood, but his pupils were a pair of deep purple, like two stars burning in the eternal night sky, captivating. There was a faint sneer at the corner of his mouth, like a judge who had seen through life and death.

Among the five people, he had the weakest aura, but Dumbledore's eyes were only fixed on him from beginning to end.

With his joining, the last link of the dark forces finally gathered together.

"This is really..." Dumbledore's expression was more serious than ever. Although he still held the old wand tightly, in the dim vision, one could make out a few drops of sweat oozing from his temples.