Chapter 96 A short battle
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Nian Gao Pei Ma Tuan
These seeds floated towards the astronomical tower one after another. When they met on the way, they gathered together.
Mrs. Norris, the little cat on night watch in the corridor, stopped, sniffed, and meowed a few times at the open space in front of her.
Invisible and colorless magic seeds flew past quickly.
Unaware, Filch raised the oil lamp, squinted his eyes twice, lowered his head and asked.
"What's wrong, dear? Did you find the student who sneaked out without sleeping?"
Mrs. Norris sat down and licked her front paws
She was also a little confused. Just now she felt that something appeared not far in front of her, but disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"No?" Filch looked regretful.
At the same time, on the astronomical tower, there was a room separated from the magic circle.
The real Morgana and the white-haired Dumbledore were standing there quietly, observing the scene outside.
Seeing Glenn wrapped in gray mist, Morgana clenched her fists, wishing that she was the one in danger at this moment.
But she firmly remembered Dumbledore's instructions, and no matter how anxious she was, her feet seemed to have taken root and remained motionless.
Dumbledore suddenly focused his gaze, drew out the Elder Wand without warning, and pointed his finger in the air, his movements so dexterous that he didn't look like a dying old man at all.
A golden magic seed had just emerged from Morgana's heart and flew quickly towards the magic circle outside the door, but was directly captured by Dumbledore and bound in mid-air.
"Please take out the prepared glass bottles, Miss Arthur."
With joy on her face, Morgana took out the glass bottle that Dumbledore had prepared in advance from her pocket, took it out, took off the cork, and carefully held the bottle body.
Dumbledore controlled the seeds to hover over the mouth of the bottle and tapped his wand lightly.
The seeds fell into the bottle, and Morgana quickly plugged the cork tightly.
Successfully controlling this golden seed is enough to confirm that tonight's plan has been mostly successful.
Outside the door, the seeds released by the little wizards have gathered here and condensed together, but they seem to have lost their target and can only float in the night sky.
Glenn let the gray mist entangle him and just looked at Patricia, still maintaining his online acting skills.
"Is this what you mean, freedom from the control of dark magic?"
His tone was cold and full of disappointment.
Patricia, who was still sitting on the ground without getting up, looked at the scene in front of her with a wry smile on her lips.
This was different from the ritual process she had imagined, and it was completely unexpected.
According to the records in the "Magic Book", the soul of Morgana in the Middle Ages should have taken over her body at this time and was using the seeds of the little wizards to quickly restore her strength.
At this moment, the golden-red cage that had long lost its stability once again trembled violently and flashed with brilliance.
There was a "ping" sound, like the sound of a balloon bursting.
The entire magic circle shattered instantly and turned into gold, red, and purple spots all over the sky.
A breeze blew by and gradually dissipated into the night sky.
Gray Mist, who was still entangled with Glenn, was stunned for a moment, then seemed to understand something and quickly floated into the air.
"How could this happen?" Patricia had a puzzled look on her face, and her tone was full of surprise.
"He is not a seed..."
A melodious voice came from the gray fog, as if it came from a distant place, but also seemed to be close to my ears.
Patricia was stunned and said with disbelief: "How is that possible?!"
No sound came from the gray fog.
Dumbledore finally stopped hiding and pushed open the tower door.
As the wooden door hit the wall with a bang, a tornado appeared out of thin air on the tower platform.
The gray mist didn't react for a moment, and was almost blown down from the sky by the strong wind.
Glenn ignored Patricia who was still in a daze, ran a few steps quickly, and hid behind Dumbledore.
Although Morgana in the Middle Ages only has her soul left, she is still an old monster that has not been completely eliminated for more than 1000 years. If a war breaks out, there will inevitably be some aftermath.
If he appears recklessly in the middle of the battlefield, there is no guarantee that it will not affect the performance of the principal.
For example, during the war with the Ministry of Magic, a certain savior was used by the Dark Lord...
Unfortunately, the imaginary battle between the strongest white devil of the modern era and the legendary dark wizard from the Middle Ages did not create any waves.
The gray mist was pulled a few times by the wind, and a blood-red glimmer flashed.
At the same time, Patricia, who was lying on the ground, suddenly stood up, with a strange red light in her eyes again.
Without hesitation, she raised her hand and pointed her wand at Glenn, who had not yet reached the door.
He was so decisive and fierce, as if he didn't care whether he was Morgana or not.
"Avada Kedavra!"
She shouted loudly, her tone full of violence and murderous desire.
Glenn instantly felt a chill running down his spine, and the hairs all over his body stood on end. He once again experienced the feeling of death approaching step by step.
He didn't care about his image, he just pushed his legs on the ground, jumped over the dragon gate decisively, and threw himself into the darkness inside the wooden door.
Inside the door was Morgana who quietly peeked out. Seeing him flying over, she subconsciously reached out to hug him.
However, she underestimated the power of this leap.
Two identical Morgana collided with each other with a bang.
The real Morgana let out a cry of surprise and fell backwards on her back as Glenn pinned her down.
Glenn quickly put his hand on the back of her head to prevent her from getting hurt.
In fact, Glenn didn't need to save himself.
As early as when Patricia got up, Dumbledore, who was watching all the way, had already noticed that something was wrong with her. He gave up controlling the wind and instead laid two consecutive barriers in the direction of the killing curse.
The green light eating the big melon couldn't even break through the first barrier, and was directly annihilated in mid-air.
It is not difficult to see from this that Dumbledore valued Glenn.
He would rather give up the rare opportunity to take the lead to ensure his safety.
This is Dumbledore, an old man with a deep mind, countless secrets, but an absolutely kind man.
As the strong wind dissipated, the gray mist floated into the air without hesitation and fled.
Although she could not be completely caught, it was obvious that the gray mist had become much thinner due to the strong wind.
Dumbledore did not chase her, but waved a rope and tied Patricia up in a manic state.
Morgana, who fell to the ground, let out a cry of pain.
Glenn stood up quickly, took her hand to help her up, and then looked out the door.
At this point, everything has settled down.
Dumbledore took Patricia's wand from her hands.
The woman who was tied up struggled hard for a few times, and then slowly calmed down, and the blood-red color in her eyes gradually faded.
Glenn and Morgana walked out of the door side by side and came to Patricia, who had regained consciousness.
Mrs. Norris, the little cat on night watch in the corridor, stopped, sniffed, and meowed a few times at the open space in front of her.
Invisible and colorless magic seeds flew past quickly.
Unaware, Filch raised the oil lamp, squinted his eyes twice, lowered his head and asked.
"What's wrong, dear? Did you find the student who sneaked out without sleeping?"
Mrs. Norris sat down and licked her front paws
She was also a little confused. Just now she felt that something appeared not far in front of her, but disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"No?" Filch looked regretful.
At the same time, on the astronomical tower, there was a room separated from the magic circle.
The real Morgana and the white-haired Dumbledore were standing there quietly, observing the scene outside.
Seeing Glenn wrapped in gray mist, Morgana clenched her fists, wishing that she was the one in danger at this moment.
But she firmly remembered Dumbledore's instructions, and no matter how anxious she was, her feet seemed to have taken root and remained motionless.
Dumbledore suddenly focused his gaze, drew out the Elder Wand without warning, and pointed his finger in the air, his movements so dexterous that he didn't look like a dying old man at all.
A golden magic seed had just emerged from Morgana's heart and flew quickly towards the magic circle outside the door, but was directly captured by Dumbledore and bound in mid-air.
"Please take out the prepared glass bottles, Miss Arthur."
With joy on her face, Morgana took out the glass bottle that Dumbledore had prepared in advance from her pocket, took it out, took off the cork, and carefully held the bottle body.
Dumbledore controlled the seeds to hover over the mouth of the bottle and tapped his wand lightly.
The seeds fell into the bottle, and Morgana quickly plugged the cork tightly.
Successfully controlling this golden seed is enough to confirm that tonight's plan has been mostly successful.
Outside the door, the seeds released by the little wizards have gathered here and condensed together, but they seem to have lost their target and can only float in the night sky.
Glenn let the gray mist entangle him and just looked at Patricia, still maintaining his online acting skills.
"Is this what you mean, freedom from the control of dark magic?"
His tone was cold and full of disappointment.
Patricia, who was still sitting on the ground without getting up, looked at the scene in front of her with a wry smile on her lips.
This was different from the ritual process she had imagined, and it was completely unexpected.
According to the records in the "Magic Book", the soul of Morgana in the Middle Ages should have taken over her body at this time and was using the seeds of the little wizards to quickly restore her strength.
At this moment, the golden-red cage that had long lost its stability once again trembled violently and flashed with brilliance.
There was a "ping" sound, like the sound of a balloon bursting.
The entire magic circle shattered instantly and turned into gold, red, and purple spots all over the sky.
A breeze blew by and gradually dissipated into the night sky.
Gray Mist, who was still entangled with Glenn, was stunned for a moment, then seemed to understand something and quickly floated into the air.
"How could this happen?" Patricia had a puzzled look on her face, and her tone was full of surprise.
"He is not a seed..."
A melodious voice came from the gray fog, as if it came from a distant place, but also seemed to be close to my ears.
Patricia was stunned and said with disbelief: "How is that possible?!"
No sound came from the gray fog.
Dumbledore finally stopped hiding and pushed open the tower door.
As the wooden door hit the wall with a bang, a tornado appeared out of thin air on the tower platform.
The gray mist didn't react for a moment, and was almost blown down from the sky by the strong wind.
Glenn ignored Patricia who was still in a daze, ran a few steps quickly, and hid behind Dumbledore.
Although Morgana in the Middle Ages only has her soul left, she is still an old monster that has not been completely eliminated for more than 1000 years. If a war breaks out, there will inevitably be some aftermath.
If he appears recklessly in the middle of the battlefield, there is no guarantee that it will not affect the performance of the principal.
For example, during the war with the Ministry of Magic, a certain savior was used by the Dark Lord...
Unfortunately, the imaginary battle between the strongest white devil of the modern era and the legendary dark wizard from the Middle Ages did not create any waves.
The gray mist was pulled a few times by the wind, and a blood-red glimmer flashed.
At the same time, Patricia, who was lying on the ground, suddenly stood up, with a strange red light in her eyes again.
Without hesitation, she raised her hand and pointed her wand at Glenn, who had not yet reached the door.
He was so decisive and fierce, as if he didn't care whether he was Morgana or not.
"Avada Kedavra!"
She shouted loudly, her tone full of violence and murderous desire.
Glenn instantly felt a chill running down his spine, and the hairs all over his body stood on end. He once again experienced the feeling of death approaching step by step.
He didn't care about his image, he just pushed his legs on the ground, jumped over the dragon gate decisively, and threw himself into the darkness inside the wooden door.
Inside the door was Morgana who quietly peeked out. Seeing him flying over, she subconsciously reached out to hug him.
However, she underestimated the power of this leap.
Two identical Morgana collided with each other with a bang.
The real Morgana let out a cry of surprise and fell backwards on her back as Glenn pinned her down.
Glenn quickly put his hand on the back of her head to prevent her from getting hurt.
In fact, Glenn didn't need to save himself.
As early as when Patricia got up, Dumbledore, who was watching all the way, had already noticed that something was wrong with her. He gave up controlling the wind and instead laid two consecutive barriers in the direction of the killing curse.
The green light eating the big melon couldn't even break through the first barrier, and was directly annihilated in mid-air.
It is not difficult to see from this that Dumbledore valued Glenn.
He would rather give up the rare opportunity to take the lead to ensure his safety.
This is Dumbledore, an old man with a deep mind, countless secrets, but an absolutely kind man.
As the strong wind dissipated, the gray mist floated into the air without hesitation and fled.
Although she could not be completely caught, it was obvious that the gray mist had become much thinner due to the strong wind.
Dumbledore did not chase her, but waved a rope and tied Patricia up in a manic state.
Morgana, who fell to the ground, let out a cry of pain.
Glenn stood up quickly, took her hand to help her up, and then looked out the door.
At this point, everything has settled down.
Dumbledore took Patricia's wand from her hands.
The woman who was tied up struggled hard for a few times, and then slowly calmed down, and the blood-red color in her eyes gradually faded.
Glenn and Morgana walked out of the door side by side and came to Patricia, who had regained consciousness.
