Chapter 660: Opportunities to escape from the battlefield, battle situations everywhere

"This is really good news. We still have a few minutes, right?" Aaron said indifferently.

Aberforth's eyes twitched, "You are so funny."

"Thank you for the compliment. I have done everything I can. How many people will die next has nothing to do with me."

"Fewer people can die." Harry said anxiously, and then looked at Moody, Frank and Alice in the auditorium, "As long as you send a few of them out."

"I suggested it, Harry." Moody shook his head helplessly, "But he didn't agree."

"I also mentioned it to him." Frank said sarcastically, "He doesn't agree with us helping Neville."

"Why?" Harry asked in confusion, "You left me here for insurance. Before killing Voldemort, I cannot lose to anyone, so that I can keep my identity as the owner of the elder wand.

But what about them? They have nothing to do with Voldemort, so you can always go out and help! "

"Keeping you is insurance, keeping them is life-saving." Aaron explained patiently, "The magic power of wizards is limited, and I need them to recharge their batteries in order to face the tough battle ahead.

How many troops do you think Voldemort will use against me? There were hundreds of people at least, and I needed their cover, even if it was insignificant. "

"You're right, it's trivial." Moody curled his lips, "I don't think we can defeat hundreds or even thousands of Death Eaters."

"I said I won't use you as cannon fodder. Your role in this war is to help me relieve my pressure or help me kill a few more people.

The point is to help me, not others. Aaron said solemnly, "I raise an army for a thousand days and use it for a moment. I saved your lives just for this day." "

"How honest." Aberforth smiled, "But do you think we can stop Voldemort's army together? He will not give us a chance to escape.

The anti-Apparition spell has locked the space of Hogwarts. Unless the magic power exceeds that of Voldemort, it will not be able to disapparate. Even the Phoenix may not be able to do it. "

"I have no intention of escaping this time."

"Fight to the death?" Moody raised his eyebrows, "Sounds quite exciting."

"Do I look like the kind of person who would fight to the death?"

"It's not like that. If I can't beat you, I'll run away immediately." Aberforth said.

"Don't say it so harshly, it was clearly a strategic retreat." Aaron said speechlessly, "Voldemort captured my sister-in-law, and he is probably going to kill me.

But in a sense, it's not a bad thing, as long as I cooperate with some of the forces targeting me, it won't be too much.

But he doesn't know that I am in control of his every move, and with any luck all four of you will survive. "

Aberforth looked at him suspiciously, "Are you serious?"

The corner of Aaron's mouth curled up, and he said enigmatically: "Like Albus Dumbledore, I also arranged spies around Voldemort.

But my spy is much more powerful than Professor Snape. He can influence Voldemort's will to a certain extent. "

Hearing this, everyone looked shocked. They didn't expect Aaron to have such a skill.

"What about the two of us?" Crabbe said weakly, "Why did you leave me and Goyle here?"

"Of course it's a false surrender." Aaron said matter-of-factly, "I'm not looking down on you. This is the only thing you can do in this war, and only you can do it."

Crabbe and Goyle couldn't help trembling and almost fell to the ground.

Fake surrender sounds easy, but it is not that difficult to do.

Although there is no need to participate in the war, the risk is not low at all. If you are not careful, your life will be at risk.

"This won't work, this really won't work, this absolutely won't work." Crabbe said in a hurry, "We two can't do this job."

"Yes, that's right, we don't have any experience at all.

No matter how you look at it, neither of us can do this. "Goyle added hurriedly.

"Alas!" Aaron patted the two of them on the shoulders, "Keep this state, if you remain calm Voldemort may not believe it.

Of course, you can also refuse, but afterwards your two fathers may have to spend the rest of their lives in Azkaban. "

Hearing this, Crabbe and Goyle slumped down on their chairs, as if all the strength in their bodies had been drained.

"The Death Eaters will definitely have the upper hand in this war. What you have to do is very simple. Tell Voldemort the location of the Temple of God."

"This is impossible, we can't even get close to him." Gower said.

"But you can have someone take you there." Aaron said meaningfully, "There are also people who are greedy for life and afraid of death among the Death Eaters. You can save one or two and abandon the light and turn to the dark.

Or surrender to Voldemort during the truce. As long as you reveal your identity as a Death Eater family, I believe someone will bring you safely to Voldemort.

If you want to arouse Voldemort's interest, he will naturally send people to follow you to the Hall of Divine Sound. "

"It's easy for you to say, how do you arouse his interest?"

"A shelter designed by Aaron Gaius himself and converted from Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets.

It protects hundreds of students and contains several treasures of the Gaius family. I think these should be enough. "

"Do you want them to introduce some Death Eaters into the Temple of God's Voice, and then activate the defensive magic to kill them?" Aberforth's eyes flashed with wisdom, "If you can succeed, it will indeed alleviate the situation on the frontal battlefield. Part of the pressure.”

"Then we are doomed." Crabbe and Goyle were in tears. They also had a certain degree of understanding of the defensive magic of the Temple of God. Once it was activated, no one could survive.

Their small bodies would probably be blown to pieces and then buried in the belly of a fish.

"Take it." Aaron threw the key to the Shenming Palace, "This key can open a barrier of about five meters. The defensive magic of the Shenming Palace will not harm you in the barrier. You can go to the infinite Amidst the endless magic bombing, he safely arrived at the location of the teleportation array.

This key can also activate the teleportation circle, taking you to Ollivander's Wand Shop, away from the battlefield. "

Crabbe immediately tightened his grip on the key, and Goyle breathed a sigh of relief.

My life is finally guaranteed, although the process will definitely be extremely exciting.

"If you can, call Professor Snape, as well as your two fathers, and Draco's parents." Aaron reminded, "On the one hand, Professor Snape and the Malfoys are our own people, so they can To a certain extent, it protects your safety. On the other hand, this is a great opportunity to escape from the battlefield, and it also protects their safety."

"We got it," Crabbe stammered.

"We might be able to call our father, but the others can only do their best." Goyle added weakly.

"Then do your best!"

"Are you worried about Snape?" Aberforth asked.

"Otherwise?" Aaron said helplessly, "His situation is the most dangerous in this war. The more Voldemort uses the wand, the more he will feel the repulsion of the wand.

Once he figured out how to identify the elder wand, he would kill Professor Snape without hesitation. "

After the words fell, everyone fell silent, watching quietly as the brilliant and dangerous light exploded in the sky.

......

"Tell Professor McGonagall that Remus and I are responsible for the security here." Kingsley climbed up a tower, followed by Lupine and Dean.

"Yes, sir."

At this time, Kingsley saw the rain of light attacking the barrier, and his face became a little heavier, "Dean, I thought about it and told her that we still need one or two helpers here."

"We're here." Fred greeted George with him.

"What determines victory or defeat is the will of the combatant, not the number of followers." Lu Ping said calmly.

Hearing these philosophical words, Kingsley felt a little more relaxed, "Who said that."

"I."

Kingsley: ...

If I hadn't seen that you were more nervous than me, maybe I would have believed it.

"Are you ready?" Fred asked.

"Yes," said George.

"Me too."

......

Neville stood on the bridge to the west of the castle, staring closely at the Forbidden Forest not far away.

This bridge is built on a cliff and is the closest link between the Forbidden Forest and Hogwarts. Death Eaters will definitely attack.

"Is it really appropriate to leave it to Neville alone?" Ron asked worriedly.

"He runs fast, the fastest among us." Ginny pursed her lips, "The fewer people in this situation, the better."

"This bridge had to be blown up." Seamus sighed. "It took us a long time to load those ammunition."

At this time, a dense crowd of Death Eaters rushed out of the Forbidden Forest, surging towards the bridge like a tidal wave.

"Here we come." Neville swallowed and grasped the wand in his hand.

Several Death Eaters ran very fast, even surpassing the leader Scabior.

However, before they even got close to the bridge, they hit the defensive barrier and turned into dust in an instant.

Scabior stopped hastily, and the large number of Death Eaters behind him also stopped at the same time.

"Come on! It's up to you." Neville proudly provoked. Even though the Death Eaters standing on the hilltop opposite were angry, they were helpless.

But after a while, some red ash fell from the sky.

Scabior picked out a piece with his wand, then looked at Neville playfully, and cautiously stepped forward.

Nothing happened and no obstruction was felt, which meant that the barrier was breached.

Neville also noticed this and took a step back nervously.

With a roar, Scabior took the lead in rushing towards the bridge, and countless Death Eaters followed him and squeezed into the bridge deck, which was large enough to accommodate several people walking side by side.

Neville turned around and ran away, Scabior and the others chased him with wild laughter.

One after another, the curses hit him from behind, and then exploded around him.

Neville did not think about counterattack, but used his wand to attack the nodes on the bridge while running wildly.

呲!

There was a flash of sparks and the fuse was lit, followed by a crackling sound.

boom! boom! boom!

The bridge was blown up section by section, and hundreds of Death Eaters fell into the cliff below before they could react.

Scabior and others who were closest to Neville also realized something was wrong, and immediately lost their intention to attack and ran for their lives.

But they were still a step too late and fell down when they were about to reach the other end of the bridge. Neville swooped down and climbed to the other side with great difficulty.

"Well done, Neville." Ron praised.

"I also feel that my life is worth it." Neville smiled, "It's so exciting, my parents will be proud of me."

"We can barely hold this road." Ginny said with lingering fear, "They can't get through for the time being, so we have to help others."

......

On the front of the castle, dense statues blocked all entrances.

Professor Sprout and Professor Flitwick led Cedric, Percy, Wood and other graduates to guard here.

Suddenly there was a huge roar right in front, and dozens of giants rushed over with crude weapons, followed by countless Death Eaters.

Devil's nets, poisonous thorns, swamps and other traps stopped the charging giants, but more passed them and entangled themselves with the statues.

The giant's attack method is very simple, waving weapons and fists randomly like a child, but it is easier to achieve the effect of clearing troops than magic.

Most of the statues of the Great Opening and the Great Opening were destroyed, but their counterattack also caused heavy losses to the giants.

Some of the powerful Death Eaters turned into black mist and bombed the statue while flying, opening the way for the large army behind.

There were so many of them that professors and students were unable to resist them, so they had no choice but to fight and retreat.

The Death Eaters' offensive became more and more exaggerated, and buildings one after another were captured, destroyed, and burned.

Explosions, screams, roars, and wild laughter mixed together to form a dirty war symphony, and every note was accompanied by tragic casualties.

......

"Can't wait, really can't wait." Harry said anxiously.

"Sit down." Aaron said calmly, "Their sacrifices are all in preparation for the decisive battle between you and Voldemort."

"Then I can't do nothing." Harry yelled, "You sent Hermione and Clea away, but my friends and family are all on the battlefield, and they are all injured and bleeding at the moment."

"So...are you blaming me?" Aaron joked, "I have to remind you that they stayed here voluntarily and I never forced them.

I provided shelter, potions, most of the resources, and even the battle plan. Without my help, more people would have died.

In addition, I signed a contract with Voldemort. Unless you die, I cannot take the initiative.

understand? I did everything I could.

I don't owe any of you, you have no right to get angry at me. "

"But..." Harry pursed his lips and calmed down with trembling, "Is there really nothing you can do?"

"Haha!" Aaron sneered, grabbed Harry's arm and threw him to the entrance of the auditorium, "You can go out now, go out and live and die with your friends and relatives.

I won't stop you, but remember you can't lose. Once you lose, you will no longer be the owner of the Elder Wand.

In this way, Voldemort may still not be able to kill you, but you may not be able to defeat him, and all plans and calculations will be meaningless. "

"Harry." Moody helped him up and said earnestly: "It doesn't make any difference whether you have one more magister or one less magister in the battle outside.

But the only enemy you have to face is Voldemort. It is very important whether you are the master of the Elder Wand, understand?

The overall situation is paramount, and as long as you can defeat Voldemort in the end, all of our sacrifices will be worth it. "