Chapter 572 The Boundary between Ice and Fire

Looking at the familiar, somewhat playful curve of the corner of Rogge's mouth, Voldemort suddenly felt an unknown anger rising in his heart. That smile was like a sharp dagger, piercing straight into his memories.

His scarlet eyes narrowed slightly. Once upon a time, in that office at Hogwarts, Roger used the same smile to plot against himself.

Voldemort's hand reached out in a strange and smooth gesture, as if he wanted to pull out the beating heart from his chest. He opened his huge mouth and let out a bloodcurdling roar from deep in his throat.

In an instant, a ferocious fire snake condensed from pure magic power spurted out, sweeping over with a billowing heat wave.

Facing the menacing fire magic, Rogge just took a step back slightly, with that elusive smile still on his face. He glanced at Nicoléme beside him with interest, a trace of expectation flashing in his eyes.

He wanted to know how powerful the old wizard who created the Resurrection Stone was.

Nicoléme held the wand firmly with both hands and slowly but firmly pointed at the incoming fire snake. His long silver hair and loose wizard robes were blown by the hot waves of fire, and his eyes shone with determination.

Before I heard him reciting the incantation, the tip of his staff was already emitting strange ripples. The air that was originally distorted by the high temperature became even more unpredictable at this moment, as if the entire space was trembling slightly with the spread of ripples.

boom!

The moment the fire snake touched the ripples, a deafening explosion ripped through the sky. The majestic fire snake instantly succumbed, as if an invisible hand had taken away all the muscles and bones in its body.

It scattered sparks all over the sky, blooming into a gorgeous sea of ​​flowers in the air, which was breathtakingly beautiful.

Suddenly, five blazing fireballs rushed out from the sea of ​​flames and flowers. They carried the force of thunder, destroying everything they passed.

Along the way, ancient tombstones turned into powder and skeletons collapsed like sand castles. The green phosphorus fire is like countless tiny dandelions, flying in chaos, adding a bit of strange beauty.

"don't want!"

A heart-rending cry cut through the din of the fire waves.

Rogge turned to look, Harry Potter's face was filled with pain. He stretched out his hand in vain and watched helplessly as his parents' remains were reduced to ashes in the flames.

"No..." Harry muttered to himself, feebly grabbing the ashes flying in the air.

At the same time, Voldemort looked at the flying fireball with a trace of contempt in his eyes. Because in his eyes, Rogge was not worth mentioning at all.

As for the strange old wizard, although his magic power is powerful, his body is obviously weak. Voldemort thought in his mind: With a little maneuvering, he could easily get rid of him.

With such conceited thoughts, the Dark Lord directly raised his wand and used "Armor Protection."

However, at the moment when the fireball was about to hit the magic shield. A clear sword sound suddenly came from behind his head, like the whisper of death.

Voldemort was startled and instinctively turned his head to glance out of the corner of his eye. His scarlet snake eyes suddenly shrank, and Phoenix Fox teleported behind him with Rogge.

The opponent was holding a sharp cross sword and was slashing at him with lightning speed that could steal the bells and jingle.

The sword was steady and fast, as if it was about to split space and time itself. The swirling white light of the sword's blade reflected Voldemort's pale, paper-like face and his pair of scarlet snake eyes.

clang!

A crisp sound seemed to break the stagnation of time. Yew, phoenix tail feathers, 13 inches.

This wand, which had been with Voldemort for 60 years, was like a rotten chopstick in front of the Cross Sword, breaking instantly.

However, the chopping force did not slow down at all, the sword blade cut through the skin and penetrated into the blood vessel.

"One more inch!" Rogge's eyes flashed with determination, and his wrist suddenly moved forward.

The cold light on the blade seemed to express its desire, vowing to completely cut off the Dark Lord's head.

Alarm bells rang in Voldemort's heart, and a rare trace of fear flashed in his eyes. His survival instinct drove him to subconsciously raise his hand to block, barely changing the direction of the sword's attack.

Bang, bang...boom!

The five fireballs fired earlier hit Voldemort's armor in the form of continuous arrows.

The last fireball successfully broke through the magic shield and hit Voldemort himself. He had to turn into a black mist and barely escape the fatal two-end jam.

However, he also paid a heavy price.

When the black mist condensed into a human form, everyone present gasped. Voldemort lost half of his hand, the left side of his face was cut off in half, and a third of his jaw was missing.

"Roger!" Voldemort roared, his voice full of pain and anger. He hurriedly raised his silver shield to guard against subsequent attacks.

In the reflection of the silver shield, he saw his injuries clearly: a shocking wound extending from his right ear to the left side of his chin, forming a terrifying arc.

The wound kept spurting out blood, which looked terrible.

"I am here!"

Before he finished speaking, Rogge disappeared again, as if melting into the shadows. Voldemort did not dare to be careless and suddenly moved his shield to the back of his head.

Boom, boom, boom!

The three Divine Edge Shadowless Curses are like black javelins, piercing the same position end to end. The sound of the spell hitting the shield was deafening, as if it was tearing at the very air itself.

"Damn it!" Voldemort didn't dare to wait any longer, and hurriedly grabbed his shield and dispersed it into black mist again.

Compared with Dumbledore who prefers to restrain and control spells, Rogge does not follow martial ethics and uses his killing moves.

Whether it was the cross sword flashing with cold light, the strange fireball spell, or the powerful spell, Voldemort felt his scalp tingling.

He knew that if he was not careful, he might be beheaded or completely destroyed by Rogue.

"The ground is no longer suitable!" He hated in his heart and hurriedly floated to the sky.

However, the shining wings of Daedalus told him that the sky was also Rogue's home ground.

Voldemort had no time to think, and his beast-like intuition suddenly felt the approach of danger. Sure enough, Rogue's phoenix appeared behind him.

He hurriedly cast Apparition and disappeared in an instant.

In the distance, Amelia, Dawlish and the Aurors set up a heavy siege, and the anti-Apparition spells were like an invisible net, tightly blocking the entire Godric's Hollow.

Rogue in the sky, Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel on the ground, looking around, he almost had no way to escape.

"Hahaha!" Voldemort returned to the center of the Death Eaters, uttering a series of shrill sneers.

This laughter did not contain the sadness of a dying hero, nor the hysteria of a dying person, but was filled with a strange joy.

Rogue was about to attack again, but saw Voldemort suddenly summon a suitcase.

The seemingly ordinary black box was covered with a few yellowed stamps, and the copper rivets flashed a warm yellow light in the sun.

"It seems you recognize it." Voldemort said contemptuously, shaking his newly grown new hand.

His forked tongue kept licking his torn face, and the picture was disgusting. Then, he handed the suitcase to Bella beside him, covering his broken face with both hands.

In an instant, white steam came out from between his fingers, and the air exuded the smell of burnt protein mixed with dry cow dung.

At first there was some burnt fragrance, then it turned into a strong grass smell; finally, it was a suffocating fermented sour smell. The wizards present could not help but retching, and some even turned away.

His slender and pale fingers slowly fell from his face, and the flesh and bones cut off by Rogge sprouted granulations and grew again in full view of everyone.

The tangled blood vessels kept pumping. Like a scarlet centipede, it crawled on the joints and squirmed.

While everyone was staring at Voldemort and the suitcase, Harry stared at Rogge. In the fierce battle just now, Rogge's fireball accidentally destroyed the remains of his parents.

Rogge didn't care about Harry's eyes, he frowned and was full of doubts. If Newt's magic suitcase is here, then where is he? What's in the suitcase?

"Huh~" Voldemort exhaled comfortably and stroked the raised scar on his face.

The corners of his mouth split open, revealing a mouthful of sharp white teeth, like a beast about to pounce: "Do you want to ask where the old wizard who owns this box has gone?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, how can I put it..."

The sharp and piercing laughter echoed in the air, and in Roger's mind, Newt's kind and gentle smile emerged.

Mr. Newt's smile is always sincere, and his tone is gentle and encouraging. Whether it is destroying the auction of magical animals or breeding the Golden Snidget later, he is always serious and responsible.

This kind master of magical animals is completely different from Dumbledore. His eyes are simple and equal, without the wisdom and superiority of Albus.

Roger clenched his teeth and held the wand tightly, his knuckles turned white due to excessive force. He reminded himself again and again to stay calm, but his heart was beating violently like a volcano about to erupt.

Anger, worry...all kinds of emotions surged in his heart.

"The taste of hatred." Voldemort smiled sinisterly, raised his neck slightly, and sniffed the air around him like tasting wine, "And anger, how wonderful."

Rogge slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them again, his eyes had become cold and ruthless, like a pool of stagnant water.

He slowly fell back to the ground, holding the cross sword in front of him, and walked towards Voldemort step by step. Every step seemed to step on everyone's heart.

At this moment, Rogge had only one thought in his heart: chop off Voldemort's head, and then put his soul into the oil lamp and burn it for 10,000 years.

Death is a kind and indulgence to Voldemort!

Feeling Rogge's unprecedented murderous aura, Voldemort couldn't help but tremble in his heart. When he met Rogge's eyes, the cold determination made him feel a little scared. He gritted his teeth secretly and forced himself to stare back without giving in.

Crack...

There was a light sound under Rogge's feet, and he stepped on a scattered shin bone. The tiny sound of bone cracking was particularly clear in the deadly cemetery, like a starting gun in a 100-meter race, instantly activating everyone's nerves.

Voldemort reacted very quickly, raising his hand to cast a large-scale black magic, and the magic twisted in the air to form a dark barrier.

At the same time, he suddenly opened the magic suitcase, and all kinds of terrible creatures poured out of it: giants, vampires, cat-leopards, snake-men...

The small cemetery was instantly filled with all kinds of strange creatures. They were like towering walls that appeared out of thin air, lying between Rogge and Voldemort.

These creatures made deafening howls, like a group of crazy beasts, and began to attack everything around them crazily.

"Merlin!" Someone exclaimed.

Dumbledore quickly raised his wand, "Harry, Neville, come closer to me."

The members of the Order of the Phoenix immediately took action and formed a defensive circle.

However, Roger ignored the chaos around him, and he only had Voldemort in his eyes.

The sword fell, and the five-legged monster was split in two.

The scarlet blood burst, staining his clothes red, and laid a bloody red carpet under his feet.

The sword rose, and the head fell to the ground.

The headless lion body swayed the deadly scorpion tail, and collapsed like a hill. The smelly blood gushed out from the broken neck and gathered into a scarlet lake on the ground.

Roger stepped on the still twitching corpse and jumped up. The silver wings of Daedalus spread out in the air, like a sharp blade, smashing the Voldemort bat that pounced on him.

At the same time, his wand shot out a fierce disintegration spell, blasting the boulder thrown by the giant into pieces.

Maria made a clear cry, trying to lead him through the many obstacles and directly to Voldemort.

However, Roger refused.

He used the Shadowless Sword to pierce the giant's head, and used Wingardi Leviosa to smash the body towards Voldemort.

He wanted to kill step by step, step by step, step by step! He wanted Voldemort to feel fear, despair in trembling, and witness his head being taken off.

Dumbledore, Amelia, Aurors, the Order of the Phoenix... almost everyone joined the melee. The gorgeous magic, the roaring magical animals, the insidious Death Eaters, the scene was crowded and chaotic.

The Nangdu Panther sprayed out poison, and its sharp fangs killed the snake man at its feet. Its sharp claws took out the vampire's brain, licked it twice with its barbed tongue, and then spit it out in disgust.

Some Aurors wore crow's mouth masks to prevent being infected by the poisonous fog. They used fluorescent flashing lights to drag their unsuspecting teammates away from the poisonous fog area.

"Use the Bubblehead Curse!" Lupin pointed his wand at his throat and shouted in a loud voice, "The poisonous mist of the Nangdu Leopard can enter the blood not only through breathing, but also through the skin. Don't expose yourself to the air!"

As soon as the voice fell, a deafening roar came. A huge Chimera beast suddenly rushed out of the thick fog.

This terrible hybrid creature has a lion's head, a goat's body and a dragon's tail. Its roar was like thunder, and its huge claws were raised, covering the sky and the sun, like a moving roof.

Dumbledore immediately raised his wand, and a powerful magic barrier was formed in an instant, blocking the Chimera beast's fierce attack. The man and the beast looked at each other for a few seconds, and the latter kicked hard, passed over their heads, and ran outside.

He raised his head, and his silver hair became more shining in the sun.

"Most of these 5X-level dangerous creatures come from the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures of the Ministry of Magic," Amelia explained. "Those cat-leopards should be the natives of the suitcase."

"Their first reaction after leaving the box is to attack everything around them. However, as long as they encounter obstacles, they will flee out regardless of everything."

"Leave a passage and ignore them." Amelia's voice echoed on the battlefield, "We must concentrate on dealing with Voldemort and the Death Eaters!"

It takes a hundred wizards to work together to subdue a single leopard.

The Ministry of Magic can only be forced to give up the pursuit and containment of these dangerous creatures, leaving this thorny problem to be solved later.

At the other end of the battlefield, Bella gave Buck and others a meaningful look. They understood and began to retreat vaguely, deliberately letting other Death Eaters continue to charge.

A curtain of fire suddenly appeared in the sky, covering an area so large that it almost covered the entire village.

Rogge's wand shone with a blazing light. Under his control, the fire curtain quickly rotated and formed a huge flame funnel with the tip of the staff as the center.

"The God of Fire opens the way!"

However, just when the spell was about to take shape, the fire curtain suddenly froze.

Rogge was stunned for a moment. His original plan was to create the Sky Fire first, and then use the God of Fire to open the way.

But now, the flames have disappeared. Can the God of Fire still open the way?

He turned his head in confusion and saw that Nicolae Flamel had just released a high-level spell: Ice and Snow Storm.

Two powerful magical energies met unexpectedly in mid-air, and ice and fire collided violently, forming a spectacular boundary line.

The flames were instantly frozen by the storm, turning into countless crystal ice crystals suspended in the air. The ice and snow were burned by the fire waves, steaming out misty white mist.

"It is not necessarily a good thing for teammates to be too strong." The two thought at the same time.