Chapter 927: Frontal Battle, Voldemort's Scream

Harry, Ron, and Hermione never knew they could run so fast. Harry even felt that he could catch the Golden Snitch with just his own two legs.

Under the influence of fear, they almost exerted all their potential. In the shortest time, they rolled and crawled through several corners, and the exit was right in front of them.

But at this moment, Harry suddenly thought of another question.

Voldemort is chasing them now. If they run away now, wouldn't it be equivalent to leading Voldemort to Hogwarts?

Damn!

After thinking of this, Harry's face turned pale, but he couldn't stop. In just a blink of an eye, the three of them arrived right under the entrance.

Gusts of hot wind blowing in from outside brought Harry back to his senses.

"Listen to me..." He stopped Ron and said anxiously, "We can't go out, otherwise we will bring Voldemort to Hogwarts!"

In an instant, Ron's face turned pale.

Lead the way for Voldemort?

That alone was enough to make Mrs. Weasley beat him to death ten times over.

"Now is not the time to think about that!" Hermione was a little calmer than them. She grabbed Ron and pushed him up, saying quickly:

"The moment we were discovered by Voldemort, this secret passage leading to Hogwarts was already exposed... And even if there was no secret passage, Voldemort would not have gone to Hogwarts?"

"Hurry up, he's coming!"

At Hermione's urging, Ron gritted his teeth and climbed out of the cave, followed closely by Hermione.

Seeing someone breaking into his territory, a thick willow branch suddenly hit him. Harry, who had just crawled out of the cave, was unable to dodge and was hit by the willow branch and flew away.

Fortunately, as a seeker, he reacted quickly enough and grabbed the branch, so he didn't get thrown out.

"Harry!"

Ron shouted anxiously and was about to press the knot beside him, which was the key to controlling the Whomping Willow. Just a poke would make it stop.

However, as soon as he stretched out his hand, he was stopped.

"Hermione, you..."

"Wait, Harry is not in danger now, wait a moment!" Hermione breathed heavily, staring intently at the direction of the cave.

Ron didn't ask any more questions, but took the initiative to step forward and try to rescue Harry from the branch.

But the willow branch was too strong, and the two failed after several attempts. Finally, Harry saw the right moment and let go of the branch when it was close to the ground.

Harry flew out and hit Ron, and they both rolled to the open space next to them.

"Hermione!" Harry shouted as he stood up. "Come here quickly, he's almost out!"

Ron also shouted from the side: "Hurry up, Hermione, what are you still doing there!"

But in the face of the two people's urging, Hermione seemed not to hear it. She didn't respond at all and didn't even turn her head.

She bit her lip hard and stared at the passage without blinking.

"Dong dong..."

There seemed to be footsteps in the passage, getting closer and closer.

Hermione held her breath, her whole body tense to the extreme, like a taut bowstring.

The footsteps were closer.

At this moment, she could even see the two slender scarlet pupils in the dark passage.

Hermione thrust out her wand.

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

It seemed a little too late. When Hermione chanted the spell, Voldemort had already stepped out of the passage. At this time, the blasting spell had no effect at all on sneak attacks.

The blasting spell landed on the tree trunk, creating a large hole.

This action also completely angered the Whomping Willow.

Almost all the branches began to move, including the thicker main branches, like dozens or hundreds of mad beasts, trying to smash the wizard who hurt them into pieces.

Hermione, who was prepared, followed Harry's example and grabbed one of the branches to avoid the first wave of attacks.

But Voldemort and Snape were not so lucky.

They had just come out of the secret passage and had no time to catch their breath when they saw willow branches and tree trunks flying all over the sky and crashing towards them madly.

Snape was knocked away on the spot.

A branch as thick as a bucket hit him hard. Snape felt as if he had been punched hard by a giant. He flew backwards uncontrollably and fell heavily to the ground.

With a teeth-grinding snapping sound, Snape's legs twisted to the sides in a strange posture, obviously broken.

The piercing pain made Snape turn pale.

He couldn't understand why he was suddenly knocked away while walking.

"Success?"

Seeing Snape's miserable condition, a hint of surprise flashed in Hermione's eyes.

Everything was just as she expected. Even the professor was injured when faced with the Whomping Willow's sudden attack.

Snape is already injured, and Voldemort should not be much better...

Hermione looked at the entrance to the secret passage with excitement, and then her mood suddenly dropped to the bottom.

Voldemort still stood there, completely unharmed, and the waving branches seemed to not see him and all hit other places.

Voldemort strolled leisurely to the open space in front, looked at Hermione with admiration, and with a slight movement of the Elder Wand in his hand, Hermione floated uncontrollably in front of him.

"It's a really good plan, very unexpected and courageous."

He looked Hermione up and down and said coldly: "It's a pity that you are a mudblood. As a reward, I will kill you with my own hands... You should feel honored to die at the hands of the great Dark Lord!"

As they got closer, Hermione discovered that there seemed to be a layer of magic around Voldemort, and it was this magic that prevented the Whomping Willow from discovering him.

As for what this magic was specifically, Hermione didn't know.

She saw Voldemort raised the wand in his hand and tried hard to break free, but it was useless. She was now like being fixed by a petrification spell and could not even move a finger.

But just as she was about to die, Voldemort stopped.

His eyes struggled, as if he was thinking of another witch who was also a mudblood.

...Lily Evans.

As a wizard who pursues pure blood extremely, Voldemort despises Mudbloods the most. He even thinks that those with dirty wizard blood are not worthy of dying under his magic.

But more than ten years ago, he was defeated by the Mudblood he despised the most. Lily Evans used an unknown protective magic to rebound the Killing Curse, causing him to wander in the corners of the gutter for more than ten years like the most humble wandering soul.

Now he has met another mudblood witch who is also a troublemaker and is related to Harry Potter.

Is it a coincidence?

Voldemort actually knew that it was impossible for all Mudblood witches to be like Lily Evans. She was an exception.

But he subconsciously thought of the other party, and the killing curse on the Elder Wand did not fall for a long time.

This also gives others opportunities!

"Except your weapons!"

"Collapse!"

Two roars came one after another.

"Let Hermione go!" Harry clutched his wand and glared at Voldemort, while Ron's face turned red!

Voldemort easily used his wand to slap the incoming spell aside, but he also lost control of Hermione.

Hermione seized the opportunity, successfully broke free from the clutches, and ran to Harry and Ron.

Voldemort was not angry...or perhaps this was what he did on purpose.

There are so many ways to kill Hermione. She is just a Mudblood and doesn't deserve to be killed by the Elder Wand. His baby just hasn't had dinner yet.

Voldemort waved his wand lightly, and a huge Dark Mark appeared above his head.

The movement here also attracted the attention of others, and in a very short time, some Death Eaters gathered over.

only……

Voldemort looked at the team of less than a hundred people around him, his face livid.

Although he had learned from Snape about the Death Eaters' defeat, he did not expect it to be so complete.

It’s only been a short time and only one tenth is left... Even if there were hundreds of pigs, they wouldn’t be killed so quickly.

"Are you...kidding me?"

"Master!" Barty Crouch Jr. stood in the front, his voice trembling. He certainly knew why Voldemort was angry, but they did not expect this ending.

"More of us are trapped in the trap..." He said stubbornly, "As long as we can get them out, we will definitely be able to capture Hogwarts!"

Following the direction of Barty Crouch Jr.'s finger, Voldemort saw a huge column of fierce fire.

It was really huge, almost as big as the Quidditch pitch. The huge burning column of fire was even more eye-catching than Hogwarts Castle. He could even sense the Dark Mark inside.

Obviously, it was full of his Death Eaters.

"Hehehe... Kyle... Very good..." Seeing such a huge Fiendfyre, Voldemort instantly locked onto the culprit.

There is no need to even think about it. The only person in Hogwarts who can control so many fierce flames is Kyle.

It’s not that Voldemort underestimates those professors and Aurors of the Ministry of Magic, it’s that they really can’t do it.

Controlling the fierce fire is ten times more difficult than releasing it. It is almost impossible to control the formed fierce fire in the same place and prevent it from spreading.

However, he had seen Kyle use a similar spell when he was in the Hebrides.

Thinking of this, Voldemort subconsciously touched half of his face, and the stinging pain from being burned by the fierce fire seemed to come from there again.

"You think you can trap my Death Eaters like this? Dream on!" Voldemort stretched out his wand.

"Don't even think about it!"

A row of tables, chairs and benches suddenly fell from the sky and smashed heavily towards Voldemort.

Voldemort could only turn his wand around and smash all the tables holding two-handed swords and chain maces.

A tabby cat fell from midair and turned into Professor McGonagall, standing in front of Harry and the other two, protecting them behind her.

"Dong dong dong..."

The ground was shaking. A giant and a slightly shorter half-giant were running towards them from a distance, like two mad bull elephants.

That's Hagrid and his brother Grawp.

Scrimgeour also came. One of his legs was broken and he was temporarily supporting himself with a piece of wood, but the wand in his hand was very steady.

And the Weasleys, werewolf Lupin, Tonks, and Kingsley followed closely behind.

Chris glanced quickly at Harry and the other two, then showed a look of disappointment, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he stood opposite Voldemort as quickly as possible.

"Kyle should be fine..." Chris said in his heart.

Even Voldemort could guess that the Fiendfyre that trapped the Death Eaters was created by Kyle, so naturally Chris could think of it as well.

Since Fiendfyre hasn't collapsed yet, it means Kyle's magic is still going on, so he has nothing to worry about.

"Everyone is here," Voldemort said leisurely, not surprised at all.

Because this was his purpose.

It would be easy to kill Harry. If he really wanted to, he could easily kill him in the secret passage, and Harry would not even have a chance to escape.