Chapter 1348: The Three Giants of the Hogwarts Holy War
The gray sea of clouds with endless stunning lightning snakes rolled violently!
In the center of the overwhelming clouds, directly above the Hogwarts campus, a huge vortex appeared in the thick clouds.
It was as if hell had descended, with shrill roars falling from the sky. Under people's horrified gazes, a huge island that made Hogwarts Castle look tiny in comparison was descending!
"Avalon!"
In the rustling wind, Vitia murmured absentmindedly,
"It responded to the call of the double snake staff and resurrected"
"Is that Avalon?"
Fromide's lips moved as he whispered in a distraught voice.
"Ho ho."
Sirius looked up at the huge island that gradually emerged from the rolling gray clouds and crashed towards Hogwarts, with a sad smile on his face.
"What a joke."
If that island falls, Hogwarts will be razed to the ground, a large area of the Forbidden Forest will suffer a devastating disaster, and Hogsmeade will also be wiped out. No one will survive.
The roar of beasts, the rolling thunder, the whistling wind, the surging waves, the cracked earth, the wailing thousand-year-old castle
The noisy voices interweave into a carnival of death!
Without any external force, the island of Avalon was completely sinking in free fall. The huge island ignited a raging flame due to the intense friction with the air. Pieces of stone that collapsed under the action of gravity were wrapped in flames and continued to bombard Hogwarts.
Perhaps, before the island falls, the Hogwarts Castle, which has witnessed the rise and fall of magic, will be destroyed.
In the dilapidated principal's office, no one ran away in panic.
It's too late. Everything is too late.
The space has been blocked and Fox cannot break through it. Similarly, no one can escape from the range of Avalon Island before the island falls.
Oh, maybe the Firebolt.
This thought flashed through Harry's mind as he kept a blank face.
But what’s the point?
So many people are going to die, what’s the point even if a few can survive?
But how did all this happen?
It was obvious that they had just won a great victory last night, Voldemort's forces were liquidated, and Voldemort himself fled in panic.
He had even begun to look forward to the wonderful life after Voldemort's death.
why?
In the blink of an eye, all this beauty was shattered like a dream.
Harry rolled his eyes stiffly.
Sirius is here, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Luna, Neville, and Professors Blaine and Dumbledore.
All the people he loved were here.
This can be considered as something to be happy about.
unfortunately
They were going to die before he could even confess his feelings to Ginny.
I really hope someone can stop this.
But who could do that, Harry thought?
What they are facing is the punishment of the gods. Even if wizards possess wonderful magic, how can they resist the power of gods?
Even Professor Dumbledore and Professor Braine
"Vitia!"
The despair that hung over people's hearts was broken.
Harry saw Professor Brain standing in front of the hole turn his head and shout at the dark witch with whom he had an unclear relationship.
It all finally happened.
It caught him off guard and happened faster than he expected.
Amosta looked at Vitia and Flomid beside her, his deep brown eyes were full of cruelty, but without a trace of despair.
“Keep up to your promise!”
At Amosta's shout, Fromid moved, a look of determination flashed in his eyes, and he raised his right hand, which was holding the holy staff that had been passed down from generation to generation in the Druid sect for more than a dozen centuries.
"let me--"
Amid the roar, Vitiya's clear and beautiful voice reached everyone's ears.
Harry watched as the stunningly beautiful witch snatched the vine staff from Professor Larsen.
Harry saw her smile at Professor Braine, and then the green light around her engulfed her, and she turned into a green meteor and flew out of the office through the hole.
The emerald green meteor smashed through the rising mist, dodged the fireballs, leaped across the entire campus, and stopped at the border between the forbidden forest and the shattered campus. The Whomping Willow!
An ancient, pious chanting sounded. The ethereal chanting even overwhelmed the explosion and roar, and as the chanting sounded, the green light gradually became more blazing, becoming a bright green moon in this dark world!
Ding!
After the clear sound like wind chimes, the blue moon hung on the branch of the Whomping Willow.
Rumble.
The earth made a low roar, and in this roar, the Whomping Willow planted for Remus began to grow.
Ten feet. One hundred feet. One thousand feet. Two thousand feet. Three thousand feet.
The Whomping Willow seemed to have become a world tree in mythology, supporting heaven and earth. In the green light shrouded by it, human figures flashed by, worshiping devoutly.
In the chaotic world, the painful cries of Vitiya, who had disappeared, could be faintly heard.
Tens of thousands of hanging willow branches that were longer than the tree trunks and extremely thick rose up with a heart-pounding whistling sound, heading straight towards the sinking Avalon!
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!
Every branch seemed to be roaring as they sank straight into the bottom of the island, trying their best to support the sinking Avalon!
Bang, bang, bang!
Every second, countless branches burst under the heavy pressure, and every second, new branches grow out and head towards Avalon!
"Merlin, above."
Horace, who had long since awakened from his drunkenness, murmured,
“Is this a myth or am I still dreaming?”
No one answered his question.
People stared blankly at the Whomping Willow that dominated the sky and the earth, and the Island of Avalon that was supported by it with difficulty, their thoughts frozen.
Really holding on?
Do not!
Gravel rained down on the ground.
In the void, Amosta seemed to hear Vitia groaning and crying in pain.
She used her body as a bridge to channel the natural power gained from the devout prayers of countless druids over the past hundreds of generations from the holy staff to the Whomping Willow.
Every second, she suffered unimaginable pain!
High in the sky, the branches were bursting faster and faster. The Island of Avalon was still falling to the earth, but at a much slower speed.
If they acted quickly, perhaps some people could escape, but the vast majority of students and nearby residents would still die!
Merlin could use his magic to make Avalon float above the sky of the small world, but even with all the power of Vitia and the holy staff, she was no match for the legendary magician of ancient times.
Hogwarts no longer has clear boundaries; the walls had long since disappeared under the bombardment of meteorites and the squeeze of the Whomping Willow.
Half of the Black Lake had disappeared, and the water had overflowed the river bank, forming vast expanses of water in the pits blasted out by the rocks.
"Don't despair--"
Harry saw that Professor Brain was looking at him and was even smiling at him.
"You can all survive."
"Take the children and go, Amosta—"
Dumbledore said, his silver beard fluttering and his voice hoarse.
Dumbledore looked at every face, everything in the broken office, the crumbling castle, and then said calmly,
"I'll buy you some time."
"Albus!"
Professor McGonagall covered her mouth and sobbed.
"Though I do not think you will live much longer, Headmaster Dumbledore—"
Harry saw Professor Braine, standing in front of the fiery red meteor shower, even slowly straightened his sleeves and said,
"But I don't think you're going to die today."
Harry saw Professor Brain take a deep breath, and when he exhaled, the hot breath exuded a burning sensation like molten lava. He also smiled at Professor Dumbledore.
"I found a helper to deal with the situation today. After nearly a century, don't you want to fight side by side with your good friend again?"
Dumbledore was suddenly stunned.
On the cliff outside the Hogwarts campus, a man was walking in the stone rain. With each step closer to Hogwarts, his dark silver eyes became brighter, and his hunched back gradually straightened. He looked at the Hogwarts Castle that was swaying in the wind and rain.
"Albus, where's my wand?"
In front of the hole in the headmaster's office, Albus Dumbledore, the greatest wizard of our time, was in tears.
(End of this chapter)
