Chapter 631 Cirilla Vs Bellatrix

At this moment, looking at Umbridge's triumphant face on the screen, Fudge's anger reached its peak. If this woman appeared in front of him at this moment, he really wanted to cast the Unforgivable Curse on her personally.

What is going on in this crazy woman's mind?

Looking at Cornelius Fudge's face twisted in shock and anger, Ms. Jaina Proudmoore crossed her arms across her chest and said calmly: "As an old colleague

In my heart, I actually want to believe that you are innocent. But in the entire wizarding world, I'm afraid no one would think so - especially after everyone witnessed Voldemort's return. After all, Mrich has always been yours, and what she does will inevitably make people think of you. "

Having said this, Gianna paused, her tone softened slightly, and she sincerely advised: "Connelly, it's time to make a choice. Take the initiative to hand over your rights and persuade your people to surrender. In this way, I It will allow you to resign in a dignified manner without causing you any disgrace like it did to Barty Crouch. I am willing to give you this opportunity because I really believe that you will not instruct Umbridge to do those things. Although you are a bit stupid, But I believe you're not bad enough to use it yet.

Meanwhile, the halls of the Department of Mysteries were in chaos. Various magic spells intertwined crazily in the air, like intricate magic nets. Roars, cries of pain, the giant's footsteps, and the collision of the steel golem's joints were intertwined to form a chaotic and violent symphony.

However, in this chaotic whirlpool, the most eye-catching thing is the arched platform under the center of the Death Hall.

It was once the place where executions were carried out, but now it has become the stage for decisive battles.

Around the high platform, blue flames were burning, as if they were going to swallow up the entire space. And inside the flame, two powerful forces of magic were colliding fiercely, making the scene between Levin and Voldemort blurred.

During the battle, the Aurors and Death Eaters couldn't help but cast their sights on the duel between top wizards. Although many people lost their lives due to distraction, their curiosity was firmly attracted to the battle in the flames like a magnet.

After all, no matter how fierce the battle between them is, what really determines the direction of the battlefield is the outcome in the flames.

Although the specific details of the battle cannot be seen clearly through a layer of magic flames, one can deeply feel the brutality of the battle just from the terrifying magic energy leaking from inside.

The green light of [Avada Kedavra] erupts from time to time around the flame, like the eyes of the god of death flashing in the darkness, the seven rainbow lights of red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple interweave into brilliant strips of light, and the silver shield emits a low gong sound. Echoing in the air, as if to cheer for the battle, angry roars, huge tentacles waving in the air, every attack has the power to destroy the world.

Many wizards have been killed by the overflowing magical energy because they were too close, and their corpses looked particularly miserable against the flames.

Only powerful wizards with extraordinary courage dare to try to go down the stairs and watch this thrilling duel up close. Bellatrix Lestrange is one of the best.

Her eyes widened with enthusiasm and expectation, and she casually swung out her magic whip, as flexible as a snake, and whipped it hard at the Aurors who tried to cast spells on her. Whenever her black whip was tightly wrapped around the neck of an Auror, she couldn't help but cast her eyes to the high platform again, where her master was fighting to the death with a powerful enemy (cgeh).

There was a tight feeling in the long whip in her hand, and a cruel smile appeared on Bellatrix's lips. She pulled back hard, then raised her hand and threw it out hard. The Auror who had been suffocated on the whip flew into the air, and collided with a Death Eater who was also flying in the air with a bang. The scene was extremely tragic. .

She looked in the direction in which the other unlucky guy flew out, and saw a female Auror in uniform with short silver-gray shawl hair standing at the top of the steps opposite.

The woman took back a silver sword and turned it back into a wand. Their eyes collided fiercely in the air.

Bellatrix looked at the other party's proud and proud appearance, and felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity in her heart. The long whip in her hand turned into a wand again, and she swung it to the right. The green light flashed away, and a burly, middle-aged Auror fell to the ground silently.

However, she was surprised to find that the movements of the female Auror's hands were as clean and neat as hers, and obviously as the last one to strike, the opponent's speed was even a few points faster than hers. Almost at the same time that his spell hit the Auror, the woman appeared next to another Death Eater. The wand in her hand transformed into a long sword, easily breaking through the Death Eater's defense and splitting him in two on the spot.

Bellatrix witnessed the young girl's neat movements, and felt an inexplicable excitement in her heart. She never expected that there would be such a ruthless character hidden in the Auror camp.

This fresh fighting spirit, like a burning flame, instantly ignited her fighting spirit. She screamed, using her baby-like falsetto to sneer harshly: "Ah ha ha ha, come down and play, little girl!"

The female Auror seemed to have expected her challenge - she didn't even hesitate at all, she just stuck out her tongue and licked her lips gently, as if savoring the upcoming battle, and then stepped forward Take firm and powerful steps and stride forward.

She was originally followed by three companions, one of whom was wearing the same Auror uniform as her and had waist-length brown hair; the other two had thick, messy brown hair and sparkling hair. A girl with brown eyes, and a girl with long, straight black hair and obvious Ryukoku features, both wearing Hogwarts uniforms.

All three of them tried to dissuade the impulsive female Auror. However, as if she didn't hear him, she walked straight over the steps and the corpses everywhere, and moved straight in the direction of Bellatrix.

Although the two sides are far apart and have not actually fought each other yet, the tension in the air already makes people feel the intensity of the open and covert struggle.

Every time Bellatrix casts a spell to kill an Auror, the female Auror named Cirilla will kill a Death Eater in the same way. started between them

It was a silent contest, with every move trying to suppress the opponent's arrogance.

In the end, Bellatrix couldn't control her inner anxiety. She waved the magic whip in her hand and rolled up an Auror. Then, she tightly grasped the Auror's throat with the silver alchemical prosthetic hand given by Voldemort. As the power of the prosthetic hand was gradually released, the Auror's life force was quickly sucked dry, and he eventually turned into a shriveled corpse like a mummy that had been weathered for many years.

But Cirilla showed no sign of weakness, her eyes flashed with excitement, and she directly attached the magic of [Vampire Touch] to the arcane sword, and then a flash appeared next to a Death Eater, and she swung her sword away.

The blood and vitality of the Death Eaters were quickly absorbed by the silver sword along with the wounds, and poured into Cirila's body continuously. The Death Eater instantly turned into a shriveled corpse, and was thrown to the ground by Cirilla, turning into a pile of powder and dissipating in the air. This scene had exactly the same effect as Bellatrix's.

When Bellatrix saw this, she laughed wildly with excitement. She waved her magic whip to attack, and Bendy waited impatiently for Cirilla to approach.

She finally understood the source of that familiar feeling. The enjoyment shown in the opponent's eyes during the battle was exactly the same as the bloodthirsty desire in her heart, as if she had found a like-minded person. But what shocked her even more was that when they all cast their eyes in the direction of the high arch, their fanatical eyes were exactly the same.

This female Auror is obviously the same kind as herself.

Bellatrix's master was Voldemort, and Cirilla was fanatical about Levin Green. Both witches fight for the people they love, and this wonderful fate makes the battle between them even more intense.

And this beautiful female Auror, namely Cirilla Leianlun, recognized the other party's identity from the beginning. This completely released her fighting spirit that had been suppressed for more than half a year.

She knew from the information of the Ministry of Magic that Bellatrix's husband was Rudolphus, but she could see from the other party's eyes that the person he loved most was dueling with her true love in the arch. This made Cirilla strengthen her belief. She wanted to compete with Bellatrix to see who was the real strong one.

For this reason, Cirilla ignored Levin's repeated warnings and left Penello, Hermione and Zhang Qiu where they were. She didn't even bring an Auror or an employee of Alfa United Company with her, and came to fight alone. .

"Ha! There is nothing more refreshing and romantic than this!" Although neither of them said it out loud, at this moment their hearts coincided.

As they fight, of course the fight between those they fight for becomes even fiercer.

Against the background of the blue flames, magic spells intertwined and collided, and magic power surged like a torrent. The huge shattering sound echoed in this death hall that was noisy due to the battle, but it also instantly made the surrounding noise seem insignificant.

The dais began to tremble as Levin and Voldemort, two of the most powerful wizards in the world, began to tremble, barely able to withstand the impact of the force. Levin and Fu Mo had to hold their hands and feet on the ground to prevent themselves from falling in the aftermath of the battle. Every move they made seemed extremely difficult, but they still persisted and refused to give up.

At the same time, the three illusions created by Levin using [Mirror Image Technique] were like entities, trying to maintain balance on the trembling high platform.

Although these illusions were not destroyed by Voldemort, they seemed to be crumbling in such a high-intensity battle.

The shaking on the ground became more and more violent, the stone surface cracked under the huge pressure, and gravel splashed everywhere. However, the arch seemed to be alive and stood firm in the chaos, as if it was the real master of this death hall.

Pictured is Cirilla.