Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 530 Clearing the clouds and revealing the sun
Mike couldn't hear what Franklin said.

At this moment, he was already lying on the back of the Thunderbird, being carried by the Thunderbird towards the terrifying water tornado at a speed almost comparable to lightning!
Beside them, countless lightning bolts are surging!

I don't know if it was Voldemort's instruction or the special physique of the Thunderbird, but ever since Mike rode on the Thunderbird, he found that all the lightning around him was gathering towards them.

Fortunately, the Thunderbird itself has a certain ability to control lightning. Under the Thunderbird's control, most of the lightning is directed elsewhere, and the remaining lightning does not pose any threat to the Thunderbird. Instead, it is absorbed by the Thunderbird and becomes a source of energy for its high-speed movement!

But the situation soon changed, because Mike and Thunderbird finally rushed into the range of the waterspout!
As soon as it entered, the Thunderbird slowed down under the influence of the hurricane, and a mournful cry burst out from its mouth.

The sharp water blade mixed in the strong wind easily cut through the thunderbird's tough feathers, leaving dense wounds on its body surface.

A circle of blood mist suddenly exploded in the air, and the light brown feathers of the thunderbird were instantly dyed completely red, and the blue and white electric light wrapped around its body was dyed scarlet!

The intense pain made Thunderbird instinctively want to escape from here.

But at this moment, it felt a sharp pain in its neck. Mike, who had been lying on its back, actually inserted half of the holy sword into the back of the Thunderbird's neck.

This sudden change made Thunderbird give up the idea of ​​escaping, and it could only continue to rush forward in an almost tragic manner.

Fortunately, Mike was not a devil. After confirming that the Thunderbird had given up escaping, he took out his wand and created a huge armor-enhancing spell that covered both him and the Thunderbird.

The moment the shield appeared, there were bursts of dense crackling sounds coming from its surface. Mike was surprised to find that the water droplets hitting the translucent shield actually caused dense sparks! This is simply unscientific!

However, Mike's attention was quickly diverted from the strange sight of sparks flying above the shield.

Because the attack from the outside was so fierce, the shield he released was not strong enough, and he could only desperately output magic power to barely maintain it.

Feeling the magic power in his body being consumed crazily, Mike once again felt the huge gap between ordinary wizards and legendary wizards.

Ordinary wizards can only rely on the magic power in their bodies to forcibly create supernatural phenomena when casting spells, but legendary wizards can mobilize various forces that already exist in nature at will. The magic power in their bodies merely acts as a crowbar, and the consumption is pitifully small.

This made Mike yearn for the legendary realm even more.

However, although their situation was very bad at the moment, fortunately, the Thunderbird's speed finally returned to normal after it released the shield. Judging from the current situation, they will be able to reach the waterspout body soon.

'The rest is up to you, Arthur.'

Looking at the waterspout that was getting closer and closer, Mike thought instinctively.

Just as they were about to collide with the waterspout, Arthur on the ground below seemed to have sensed something and his muscles suddenly swelled up. Then, the silver sword in his hand finally fell!
A silver-white edge suddenly cut through the sky, shattering all the wind, rain, thunder and lightning along the way, and instantly imprinted on the waterspout in front of Mike.

"Stop the water!"

"joooo!~"

A strange sound was heard, and the sword marks on the water tornado suddenly exploded, directly tearing a long gash on its body, revealing Voldemort who was hiding inside and was cautiously entangled in lightning.

And the most amazing thing is that the gap created by the sword was not filled by the water flow, but just stayed there abruptly!
Mike could even see the surprised expression on Voldemort's face!
There was a glimmer of joy in Thunderbird's eyes. It had been driven along the way by Mike and had already been seriously injured. Now this painful journey was finally coming to an end!

The thunderbird cried out, then accelerated suddenly and rushed into the gap!
The inside of a waterspout is a wonderful space.

Although there is still a lot of noise here, it is calm and peaceful. There is not even a cloud in the sky. The bright moonlight shines through the layers of mist onto the surrounding water walls that pierce the sky, causing waves. Under the reflection of this light, Michael and Voldemort seem to be in a kaleidoscope, which is extremely magical.

But at this moment, neither Voldemort nor Michael had any intention of appreciating the beautiful scenery!

After entering the eye of the storm, the Thunderbird fell towards the sea as if it had exhausted all its strength!
But this is enough!
"drink!"

Mike shouted loudly and threw the holy sword in his hand violently. At the same time, a strong green light mixed with several red lights flashed in his other hand, and then the holy sword flew towards Voldemort!

Seeing this, a strong magical power burst out from Voldemort's body, and the spells shot by Mike from a distance were instantly bounced away, but the sword directly tore through the protective net hastily formed by Voldemort and continued to stab forward!

Voldemort's face was distorted, he waved his arms wildly, and endless magic power was being exerted as if it was free, but it was all in vain. No matter how anxious he was, the holy sword was not affected at all!
The current situation is exactly as Mike had expected.

The so-called spells were too fragile in the eyes of legendary wizards like Voldemort, and they could completely destroy them with a wave of their hands.

But for the demon-hunting silver sword like the Holy Sword, their usual defensive methods are so weak.

Watching the holy sword approaching its destination little by little, the corners of Mike's mouth gradually rose.

In order to prevent the opponent's magic power from affecting the holy sword, he did not even cast the levitation spell on the holy sword, but instead threw the holy sword purely relying on his tyrannical physical strength.

And now, his hard work is finally paying off!

"Pfft!"

The holy sword easily pierced the electric ball in Voldemort's chest. Under the influence of the holy power on the holy sword, the white electric ball disappeared in an instant.

As the energy source disappeared, the powerful telegram on Voldemort's surface became like a light bulb that suddenly short-circuited. It flickered a few times and then went out, leaving only a few hideous charred scars on the surface.

Voldemort looked at his empty chest blankly, as if he still didn't understand what was going on.

But soon, his body began to turn into ashes and disintegrate like a completely burnt match.

Voldemort stretched out his hand in horror, trying to catch the ashes, but it was in vain.

Finally, when it was about to completely dissipate, Voldemort finally woke up.

He slowly lowered his head and looked at Mike who was falling with the Thunderbird. A strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and he said softly:
"Do you think you won? I am immortal."

After saying that, the remaining upper body of Voldemort completely dissipated, and then the horrific waterspout also lost its source of magic power and began to collapse. The sea water that was swept up into the sky by the waterspout, mixed with various marine creatures, fell from the clouds at a high speed like raindrops, forming a spectacle of fish falling from the sky!

“Huff, huff, huff!~”

Mike in mid-air gasped and waved the magic wand in his hand. Then a thrust rose from the bottom, carrying him and the exhausted Thunderbird Thor slowly to the ground.

When he landed, Benjamin, Arthur and others also rushed over, and they surrounded Mike with laughter, cheering desperately. Mike also forced a smile when he saw this. For some reason, he always had a bad premonition, as if things were far from over and new dangers were approaching quickly.

But Voldemort was clearly dead, and he couldn't figure out what else could threaten him now.

In the end, after fruitless thinking, he blamed it all on Voldemort's last words. In his opinion, these words were Voldemort's attempt to make things difficult for him before he died. All the Horcruxes had been destroyed, and there was no possibility of Voldemort being resurrected.

But it must be said that Voldemort succeeded, and Mike is indeed in a bad mood now.

After letting out a long breath, Mike called everyone back to the base to celebrate.

After all, he felt a little awkward staying in this place.

Hearing this, everyone agreed. Imagining the celebratory dinner that would take place later, everyone couldn't wait to take out their door keys and get ready.

But when they actually pressed the door key switch, an accident occurred.

"Huh? Why isn't my portkey responding?"

"mine too."

"Is it broken?"

"Impossible? This is a special product!"

……

Hearing the exclamations of the teammates around him, Mike's brows frowned instantly, and the magic wand and holy sword that he had put away reappeared in his hands.

No one knows it better than him that the door keys manufactured by the Los Santos Group will not suddenly become ineffective on such a large scale, so the direct cause of the current result is that the space blockade nearby has not yet been lifted!

But Voldemort is dead!
Who is still maintaining the ban around here? !

"Congratulations, Mike, you have finally defeated Voldemort."

Suddenly, an old voice sounded from behind Mike. Mike turned around with his wand in hand and saw Dumbledore, who was as thin as a skeleton, looking at him with a complicated expression. In his hand, the elderberry wand full of the breath of time was flashing with a faint blue light.

"Professor Dumbledore?" Mike looked at him warily. Although his tone was gentle, he never put down the wand in his hand pointing at him. "Why are you here?"

At this time, Benjamin and others finally reacted. They all suppressed the joy on their faces, and dispersed themselves into combat teams to surround Dumbledore.

Dumbledore completely ignored the people who surrounded him, and his eyes were always focused on Mike.

Mike felt great sadness and disappointment from his eyes, which made him instinctively turn his head away and not want to look at him.

But considering that there were so many men watching around, Mike finally relied on his willpower to suppress the discomfort and forced himself to turn his gaze away.

Seeing this, the sadness in Dumbledore's eyes became even stronger. He just looked at Mike quietly, and after a long time he slowly said:

"Mike, what do you...want?"

"Huh?" Mike's expression stiffened for a moment. "Of course I want to destroy Voldemort and bring peace to the world."

Dumbledore shook his head slowly and said:

"So now that you've gotten what you wanted, is it time to stop?"

"I do not understand what you are saying?"

"You know, you've always known." Dumbledore began to become emotional as he spoke, "Why did you provoke this dispute? So many people have sacrificed for this. Is this... is it really worth it?"

Mike didn't say anything. To be honest, he felt uncomfortable seeing Dumbledore's appearance that was almost unrecognizable. He knew that he could have avoided all this.

But his companions didn't think so.

Franklin couldn't stand it anymore. He took two steps forward and roared:

"Of course it's worth it! They are fighting for their own interests! Why do those pure-bloods always look so high and mighty? Why do we, the wizards of Muggle descent, have to be trampled into the mud? Why can we only be sucked blood by those people? Didn't you send us the admission letter and ask us to come here to study? Since the world is full of malice towards us mudbloods, why did you come to us? Principal Dumbledore!"

Franklin's roar echoed in the air, and these words were like sharp swords, piercing deeply into Dumbledore's heart.

The damp and cold sea breeze from the southwest hit Dumbledore, who had a sad expression on his face. His skinny body suddenly began to shake, as if he would fall down at any time.

Seeing this, Franklin felt a little guilty. He lowered his head silently and said no more.

At this moment, Dumbledore sighed deeply and said with a sob:

"I'm sorry, kid, I made you feel wronged. But... we can take it slowly. The world is slowly getting better. I believe that one day that beautiful world will come true. We just need to take it slowly..."

"Why us?" Franklin raised his head again, his facial muscles twitching constantly, "Why are we the ones who need to wait? Do you know how difficult it is to live like this? Since we can slowly wait for the world to get better, can't the purebloods adapt to the world that suddenly changes?"

Dumbledore's mouth opened and closed repeatedly, but no sound came out of it, as if he didn't know how to answer Franklin.

The next moment, he seemed to have thought of something and turned his head to look at the crowd surrounding him.

But all I saw were pairs of eyes filled with hatred.

At this moment, Dumbledore's face became even older, and he finally understood.

At this point, the conflict between pure-blood wizards and other ethnic groups has become completely irreconcilable, and both sides are bound to fight to the death.

Dumbledore took a deep breath and looked at Mike who had been silent.

(End of this chapter)