Chapter 638 The battle between Malfoy and Harry

After the fuss, in the dilapidated but exceptionally clean Shrieking Shack, Mrs. Weasley tried her best to place a long temporary table conjured by magic with a dazzling array of fragrant food.

With the rise of Voldemort and the wizarding world falling into chaos, this is a rare time to relax.

"Dumbledore will be coming over later, let's get started first." Mrs. Weasley looked at the Order members sitting in a circle on chairs with a smile.

Suhr was sitting facing the window. Although it was sealed by wooden bars and light-tight, that direction was the location of Hogwarts Castle.

Hearing Mrs. Weasley's words to open the banquet, Soul shook his head slightly. Even though he knew that Dumbledore had already prepared a back-up plan, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to come."

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On the other side, in the Hogwarts Great Hall, the dinner had already started for a while.

Although Easter has a holiday, as always, no little wizard leaves the castle at this time. This place is much livelier than the Shrieking Shack. Almost everyone is here, including the professors, including Dumbledore.

Snape was sitting on Dumbledore's left side. When he raised the wine glass, he glanced in the direction of the Slytherin table. He looked back and put down the wine glass, knocking it gently on the table.

Dumbledore glanced at Gryffindor, and then moved away, seemingly unintentionally but deliberately.

There, Ron was enjoying himself with a chicken drumstick in each hand, biting him left and right, but Harry, who was supposed to be next to the Weasley child, was nowhere to be seen.

In fact, Dumbledore noticed Harry leaving shortly after the feast.

Draco Malfoy was gone, as he had expected.

But Harry...

There was a flash of hesitation in Dumbledore's eyes, but he quickly firmed up. This was an excellent opportunity that could not be missed.

Thinking of this, he glanced at Snape. Snape nodded slightly and stood up silently and walked towards the side door of the auditorium. His steps were neither hasty nor slow, and did not attract any attention.

It is also Hogwarts Castle. Compared with the bustle of the auditorium, the rest of the castle is quiet and seems to be isolated from the world.

A slightly hasty step broke the silence in the corridor. There was panic on his face, and underneath the panic was the determination to give everything.

Her golden hair glowed orange in the light of the flickering torch.

We are already here, there is no reason to stop.

He said this to himself and subconsciously touched his pocket. There was an empty bottle lying there, and the potion inside had been placed where it should be.

It was time to go back now, and he paused to catch his breath.

But at this moment, a red light shot from behind him, and the sound of breaking through the air was very obvious in the silent corridor. His instinct prompted him to pounce forward, and the red light rubbed the top of his head and hit the person not far ahead. Torch.

Then, he turned around and pulled out his wand.

"who!"

He waved his wand and took a step back to lean against the wall. When he touched the sparks from the broken torch stuck in the crack of the wall, the sparks burned a hole in the wizard's robe on his arm. The sharp sting stirred his nerves and he gasped subconsciously. A breath of cold air, but even so, he still stared at the dark, empty front.

"Potter, is that you?!"

"I know it's you, Potter. You have the guts to make a sneak attack, but don't you have the guts to come out and see me?!"

The sharp shouts echoed in the silent corridor, the wind blew by, and a strange feeling suddenly appeared in the air in front of them.

There it is! He blessed the soul and turned the wand.

"I see you!----arrow-shootingspell!"

Arrows formed at the tip of the staff, pierced the air, and shot to where the air rippled.

The arrows stagnated in the air halfway, but not all of them. There was one arrow that broke through the obstacle and shot past.

"Sure enough, it's you!" A sinister smile appeared on his lips, looking at the sneak attacker who appeared in the air, and the silver curtain that slowly fell to the ground without any support.

"Potter! Thunderbolt explosion!"

Harry was forced out of his body, but he did not panic. He raised his wand and released the stun spell he was good at. The two red spells connected and deflected to both sides.

"boom!"

"Crash."

Rubble fell all over the ground.

As the battle continued, Harry quickly released a brand new stun spell, but unfortunately, it missed the target and grazed Malfoy's body and shot behind him.

Another piece of gravel.

"The Upside Down Golden Bell!"

"Shattered to pieces!"

The two raised their wands at the same time and cast the spell almost simultaneously.

The two magic spells passed each other and shot at each other. The two of them dodged each other's magic spell again, one on the left and the other on the right, and then raised it at the same time.

"Except your weapons!"

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

At this moment, a figure appeared at the end of the corridor behind Harry. Draco Malfoy's eyes lit up, his mind changed sharply, he stopped his movements to dodge, and allowed the disarming curse to strike. Hitting himself, the huge force forced his feet off the ground and hit the wall hard.

Malfoy rolled his eyes and his head was in confusion. He slid down from the wall and sat on the gravel. He didn't care about his wand that was flying in the air and spinning into Potter's hand. He couldn't help coughing and dropped his wand. His head hid the corner of his mouth at an angle that Potter couldn't see, and raised it diagonally.

As for Harry, after dodging the Cruciatus Curse, he found that his curse had accurately hit Malfoy. Without any time to think, he raised his hand to catch the flying wand, and his expression relaxed.

The first words he spoke so far in the battle---

"You lose, Malfoy."

"Did you lose? That's not necessarily the case." Malfoy laughed ferociously in his heart, coughed again, and then raised his head, his face was panicked, and the smile at the corner of his mouth had disappeared.

"Professor, I don't know--Potter--I just came to the bathroom--Potter he--he wanted to kill me!"

Harry was stunned when he heard this, and subconsciously turned his head. First he saw the black robe, and then, he saw a poker face that had been around for thousands of years, and eyes full of frost.

"not me--"

"Shut up, Potter." Snape said softly, but the next words made Harry feel like he was falling into the ice cellar. "I saw with my own eyes that Potter attacked classmates in the corridor, whether it was me or Dumbledore. , obviously underestimated you---"

"I didn't ---" Harry retorted subconsciously, "I just ---"

"Are you still lying? Potter!" Snape shouted sharply, "Don't attend the banquet and try to kill your classmates in a deserted place!"

Harry opened his mouth, but Snape refused to give him a chance--

"I think you don't need to participate in the next banquet."

"Come with me, Potter, to my office. This matter must be handled by Dumbledore and McGonagall. You are so bold. In my opinion, you should go to Azkaban!"