Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 828: Saint

Chapter 828: Saint
Bella wanted to match the appearance of her current master.

She acted very reserved on purpose, and even picked up the Black family etiquette that she had lost for more than ten years.

However, she forgot that what she was learning was the female style.

Therefore, the more reserved she was, the more effeminate and disgusting she became with this dignity.

For a moment, Harry even forgot to think about why Ginny was here.

Ginny was equally disgusted.

"Hey, you said Baldy is strong?

A noseless monster with no hair on its body?
What a joke! You're just lucky to be liked by someone you don't know. "

Bella was shaking with anger.

She never thought that anyone would say such things about her perfect master.

So much so that she didn't react immediately.

"how dare you!"

I want to grind the girl across from me to dust.

The strong desire that tortured her to the point that she regretted coming into this world,

Combined with what Voldemort left in the heart,
A temporary, on-demand treasure trove of knowledge.

The Cruciatus Curse, which Bella was best at, materialized into green lightning and spread towards Ginny like a spider web.

The stone bricks and walls that came into contact with them vaporized instantly.

The darkness behind Ginny seemed to be connected to a dimension with endless bats.

Countless bats emerged from behind her, one after another blocking the green lightning.

This made it impossible for it to get close to the ten-foot space around Ginny.

In the mirror world, Harry put down his wand when he was about to take action.

While relaxing, I also realized one thing.

Ginny knew about his special feelings for Bella!

On the other side, Riddle and Grindelwald were still playing the cat-and-mouse game.

Half of the entire Azkaban Island has been engulfed in flames.

Dumbledore strolled through the sea of fire, which was harmless to him, like a breeze blowing through it.

His attention was always focused on Grindelwald and Riddle.

To prevent one of them from being targeted by several Voldemorts.

Indeed, their magic before was too much for the seven Voldemorts to resist.

But if the offense and defense switch.

These Death Eaters,

Using the means they are good at,
With the power of Voldemort reaching the divine realm,
And unite.

It would probably be difficult for the three of them to deal with it alone.

Dumbledore would have thought that the Death Eaters would realize this.

He was also prepared to provide support at any time and be prepared to be ambushed.

But until now, the seven Voldemorts have been hiding like mice (Bella was hidden by Ryan, and only Harry, the person involved, could see it).

But the next second, a dark shadow fell heavily to the ground from the distant sky.

Dumbledore's figure disappeared in the blue light of the fire.

Dumbledore used fire to Apparate, and then reappeared.
This is what I saw.

White feathers of light fell from the sky, and the blue flames turned into gracefully flying butterflies.

Voldemort, who was trapped in the pit, held old Crouch's head high in his left hand and kept hacking at it with the wand in his right hand.

Dumbledore subconsciously cast a Transfiguration spell.

A surviving piece of rock turned to metal and transformed into a spear, which pierced through Voldemort's hips, and his heart came out.

A shrill scream flashed by.

A black mist fell off Voldemort, revealing Crouch Jr.'s confused and surprised expression.

In the last second before he took his last breath, he turned to look at Dumbledore, "You sneak attack?"

Then, he and his father's head disappeared in the feathers of light and blue flames.

"I can't help it. Your posture just now was so good." Even Dumbledore, whose face was as thick as that behind a city wall, touched his nose awkwardly.

Riddle in the sky and Grindelwald, who was controlling the magic fire thousands of meters away, both had wandering eyes, ready to start looking for the next target. Old Mulciber took a breath. He found that he had suddenly become stronger.

Among the six spots of light that existed in his mind, the one belonging to Crouch Jr. was gone!
"Master, little Crouch is dead!"

"Oh, he was unlucky. He was surrounded by three people and died." Voldemort's cold voice sounded in his mind.

"Can I go find my son? The magic in our family, the two of us together—"

"Shut up! What you're best at is staying alive!
With my treasure trove of knowledge, you have inherited my skills.

While others were performing all kinds of strange black magic, you were vaporizing your body!" Voldemort scolded coldly.

But in the blink of an eye, he praised: "But now I need someone like you! The deeper you hide, the better."

"Do you need someone like me?" Old Mulciber was terrified.

His advanced brain-blocking technique split his heart into two parts, one part piety mixed with worry for his son.

The other is the true heart.

Filled with despair.

Voldemort is not a man who cares about the lives of his subordinates.

This only proved that his and his son's lives were merely sacrificial.

The power he has now probably comes from the death of Crouch Jr.

They all died even when Voldemort was at his strongest?
Old Mulciber wanted to give up resistance and seek leniency.

But there was nothing he could do.

When they dispersed, he wanted to take his son with him.

At that time his body was taken over by Voldemort.

When he came to his senses, he was already on the other side of the island.

In the Room of Requirement, the television with Crouch Jr. on it disappears.

Luna, who had been keeping an eye on Ginny, couldn't help but take a look.

However, this one glance made her think of one thing.

"Ryan. Where are the Saints? Grindelwald's men? Where did they go?"

"Them? They're protecting Dumbledore's second favorite thing - Britain." Ryan waved his hand.

The whole of England appeared in midair.

Then keep getting closer.

England: London, Appleby, Barnton, Birmingham, Bristol.
Scotland: Aberdeen, Arbroath, Banchory, Dundee, Montrose
Wales: Caerphilly, Holyhead, Abergavenny
Northern Ireland: Ballycastle

The towns here, as well as old and young wizards whose styles were obviously different from those of the townspeople, flashed by.

"Is this to prevent Voldemort from carrying out terrorist attacks?" Luna suddenly realized.

Ryan nodded, "But Grindelwald miscalculated.

Dumbledore hadn't expected it either.

Voldemort discovered a secret after Crouch Jr.'s death.

It is not just one’s own power that is returning.

Crouch Jr.'s skills, the fruits of his combination with Voldemort's treasure trove of knowledge, also returned.

Crouch Jr. and others, with the help of Voldemort's divine power, reached the level of demigod in their respective fields.

You know, Voldemort himself is just a powerful demigod.

Therefore, Voldemort would not allow his servant, now the Great Tonic in human form in his eyes, to leave Azkaban.

If it weren't for fame.

Keep a steady hand.