Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 697 The Third Pillar ([-])
"What the hell?"

The veins on McGuffin's forehead were tense and throbbing, and he cried out in disbelief.

The little tree man once again put on a 'mighty' face and shouted at McGuffin,
"I am... Dumbledore!"

I'll go to your uncle!
How outrageous!
Only then did McGuffin understand why the scene in front of him was so familiar.

But before he could react, this little thing... waved the tentacles of the twigs, and rushed towards the World Tree seedling in front of McGuffin.

McGuffin just looked at the little tree man (Dumbledore's youthful face), and stretched his palms and ten fingers two or three times... Like those vines in the tropical rainforest, they hung directly on McGuffin and swung up.

It came to the vicinity of the World Tree seedling, which was the position of McGuffin's left shoulder.

The little thing happily turned its fingers into roots, and penetrated into the seedling of the World Tree.

began to absorb the magic power continuously,

The whole little thing seemed to be lit up with neon lights, gold for a while, blue for a while, and finally green fluorescent lights.

Although McGuffin couldn't believe it, but in connection with everything he felt from [Curse of Echo Blue] (Dumbledore's magic power and the existence of the World Tree Demon), this made him have a guess in his mind——

"Professor? Professor Albus Dumbledore?"

McGuffin carefully confirmed.

"I... am... Dumbledore!!!"

Maybe it heard someone calling its name, and this little thing woke up from the state of joy again. It yelled cutely while absorbing the magic power kept in the seedling of the world tree.

Fuck!What a pit!

Regardless of whether the little tree man was really just a strange newborn magical life, or old Deng was just pretending to be crazy, McGuffin knew that it was impossible for him to detect anything from this little thing.

"I'm Dumbledore!"

The little thing yelled loudly again.

"Yes, yes, I understand..." McGuffin ambiguously dealt with the little guy, but at this moment, the question in his heart turned to Nagia, who was naked and without a piece of clothing.

After she lifted the [Blood Curse], her form was still not completely stable.

The pupils of her eyes would turn into the cold and ruthless snake-like vertical pupils from time to time, and there would always be dense black scales emerging around the neck.

McGuffin frowned. He looked at the woman (not yet with ordinary intelligence) and felt a little embarrassed.

He didn't know what to do with Nakia?
It was too troublesome to take her away from here, and it was too dangerous for such a person to throw her down.

He has an inexplicable sympathy for the guy who is deeply affected by the [Blood Curse] like himself.

After thinking for a moment, McGuffin had no choice but to find an extra spare wizard robe from his pocket.

Of course, as the clothes that MacGuffin usually wears, the size of this dress...is not suitable for Nagia's figure.

McGuffin swung his wand directly, separated the wizard's robe completely, and then turned it into pieces, turning it into a wide strip connected to everything at the end, and then directly wrapped around Nagia's body, and then floated it up...

In this way, he took Nagia and the little tree man who kept calling 'I am Dumbledore', and searched for Sirius in the direction they were heading.

……

Harry II Voldemort stared at his red eyes and shouted the names of Dumbledore and McGuffin angrily.

A new wand reappeared among the wreckage of the strange tree.

time and space...

Or rather, the light in front of Harry's eyes, those translucent scales, shook directly.

Black slime, like asphalt, surged out of the wreckage,

The old wand rose up slowly just like that, and appeared in front of everyone.

"The Elder Wand!"

Blake exclaimed in surprise.

His heart sank suddenly, and he suddenly remembered what Voldemort said earlier that Dumbledore was dead.

The magic wand of fate...Dumbledore's weapon came directly to the Dark Lord's side and fell into the hands of that guy, causing Black, Harry, and Ron to panic.

However, Harry II Voldemort was not as happy as everyone imagined.

He knew very well that his other two incarnations had already fallen into the hands of Dumbledore and McGuffin one after another.

Although I don't know the details, but judging from the information that passed through with the Elder Wand,
That way of going back in time and resurrecting itself, doesn't work... No matter how those guys do it... Time rewinds itself, and the Elder Wand is not as powerful and effective as imagined.

'There must be a risk, and he knew he was taking the most radical and dangerous course of his plans. '

Although Voldemort, who was facing Harry's face, did not speak, Harry and the others could clearly feel the raging anger surging in this guy's heart.

The Dark Lord's red eyes were shining like blood-red flames, staring at Harry intently.

In the dead silence of the confrontation between the two wizards, Harry II Voldemort said hoarsely: "Potter, this is the last chance...For the sake of your godfather and the life of your friends...Surrender? Surrender to me..."

"Otherwise, Dumbledore's sad end...is your end."

"You should know about the so-called fate prophecy. Both of us can't live. Only one of us will survive. One of us will leave forever..."

"You should know that you have survived for so many years by accident by hiding behind Dumbledore..."

"And now Dumbledore is gone..."

Voldemort said with a sneer that Harry's face said such a thing to everyone, which made everyone feel very strange.

Harry faced the Dark Lord tensely, the phoenix tail feather wand in his hand was tightly gripped, and his heart was pounding.

He didn't know if he would be able to survive later, he didn't know how to face Voldemort's onslaught.

There are crazy thoughts in his head...

Harry even wanted to kill himself, so that his body and soul would not fall into Voldemort's hands and become his murderous tool.

Harry could feel Hermione, Ron's body frozen in place with fear, their breaths trembling slightly...

It was he who got his friends and godfather, and Professor Dumbledore... and McGuffin Albert...

Although his heart was full of depression and despair, Harry still kept a glimmer of hope in his heart. After all, the anger and anxiety in Voldemort's heart were obvious.

Obviously, Professor Dumbledore, or McGuffin must have done something to make this guy so angry.

Voldemort didn't say much, seeing that Harry didn't respond to his words, he did it directly.

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

"Soul out of the body!"

The Dark Lord did not use the [Death Curse], and the magic he cast was a bit timid.

This is the temporary good news in a string of bad news.At least, this guy still needs Harry to perform that weird magic ritual so far.

In this way, under the obstruction of Black's magic, the situation here is barely deadlocked.

The spell is ejected from the tip of the wand, and is continuously projected throughout the huge flooded crystal 'earth'.

Voldemort was at the center of the battle, and the only one standing against him... could only be Sirius.

Ron, Hermione, and Harry are scattered in various places, waiting for the opportunity to shoot spells to help Black.

(Most of the time, Harry actually uses his own body to block the curse for others, because Voldemort has scruples and dare not use those powerful deadly curses.)
But even so... the situation is still, a little bit of collapse, being turned to Voldemort's powerful opposite.

"Extract bone marrow!"

A curse flew from under Black's arm and shot directly at Ron's body. He was thrown far away, and his whole body was frozen in a distorted light, his eyeballs seemed to protrude.

He stood stiffly on the spot, and then his whole body seemed to have been stripped of all his bones, like a costume prop in a leather case, and slumped to the ground.

"Ron!"

"Ron!"

Harry and Hermione yelled anxiously.

At this moment, Harry felt that time stood still, and everything seemed to be in slow motion.

He heard Hermione's terrified screams, and saw Ron's terrified eyeballs, which were slightly covered by the wrinkled skin and pressed down.

At this moment, Harry's heart was about to explode.

"The end of the curse!"

"Stop the curse!"

Several people hurriedly waved their wands, trying to break the terrible spell.

But it didn't work very well. Although Ron immediately swelled up like a blown ball, there was still no bone in it, just like a fat and puffy inflatable model, wobbling.

"Tongtong Petrochemical!"

At this moment, Black turned and swung his wand directly, casting a simple spell, freezing Ron in place.

The outside of Ron's skin turned gray-blue, and he froze in place.

But at least he's no longer a 'messy in the wind' inflatable doll, nor... between the constant recovery of his body and the continuous invasion of Voldemort's curse (between limp to the bottom and turned into a leather case), he will not swing his body randomly.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, but he hadn't let out that half breath when he heard Sirius Black growl even more anxiously.

"Get out of there, Harry!"

Harry came back to his senses, only to find that Voldemort had come to his side with his youthful face... less than two or three feet away.

The ferocious smile of the Dark Lord came into Harry's eyes like a predator.

He waved his wand, thickening and thickening the threads of flesh and blood connecting himself, Harry, and the wreckage of those strange trees.

The whirlwind that made strange noises began to approach and tore the two of them continuously, and silk threads floated in the air, like brushed cotton candy.

It's just that these blood-red silk threads are not so beautiful. Instead, they have a disgusting fishy smell, sweeping and wrapping the two of them... making Harry and Voldemort like cocoons... and wrapping them together.

"Harry!"

Blake yelled in panic.

With a wave of his wand, he began to break the spell.

Curses were whizzed over, flames, frost, all kinds of light... But they were all easily dispelled by Voldemort one by one.

Sirius stared at the thick fog like this, more and more separated several people, and contained the two 'Harry' together.He became more and more anxious, even disregarding his own safety, while waving his wand, he ran over to get closer to Harry and Voldemort.

"Looking for death! I really overestimate my capabilities!"

Voldemort roared angrily, and he used his Parseltongue to emit a stream of light and mist, and the entire Crystal Palace-like ground directly turned into a condensed hazy picture, and all the colors became extremely understated.

The originally translucent glass and crystal floor, together with the bright light, seemed to be covered with a layer of gray mist, blurring.

"Blake!"

Harry yelled in pain, he saw his godfather, Black was directly frozen in that time-condensed area, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

Voldemort laughed loudly, the laughter was wild and triumphant, as if the winning ticket was in his hands, and it swept away the extreme anger he had just had.

Then, he looked maliciously at Hermione, who was still trying in vain to rescue Harry and Black.

"Hermione, run, get out of here!"

Harry yelled in despair and anxiety, he really didn't want to see anyone sacrificed, especially his best friend.

The green light gradually rose and gathered at the tip of the Elder Wand.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Do not--"

suddenly,

"Armor protection!"

"Insects are alive and well!"

A familiar voice sounded in the air, and an Iron Armor Curse crossed in front of Hermione. This curse, together with the worms scattered on the remains of the Mutant Tree, blocked Voldemort's fatal magic power that shot at Hermione.

Harry screamed in terror, and Voldemort laughed loudly and then turned into disbelief, surprise, surprise, and cheers.

"McGuffin!"

"McGuffin, you're alive! That's great!"

Exclamations, and overjoyed cheers followed, Hermione, Harry yelled hastily.

"MacGuffin Albert!" Harry II Voldemort looked up at the little lunatic who landed above his head, and he said the name through gritted teeth.

He knew that the disappearance of the first two incarnation pillars must have an inseparable relationship with this little lunatic.

The MacGuffin landed next to Hermione with Nagia tangled up like a mummy, or a caterpillar rolling around.

"McGuffin, Harry... Black, he..."

Hermione and the two shouted hastily.

McGuffin took a look at the situation at the scene, and then through the area reflected by [Curse of Echo Blue]... everyone's magical connection, he roughly understood the current specific situation here.

"Where's McGuffin...Professor? Where's Professor Dumbledore?"

Harry shouted hastily, he wanted to confirm the professor's situation, because as long as Albus Dumbledore was alive, there was still hope for everything.

After Voldemort heard this question, he immediately swept away the anger in his heart. His face was contorted and ferocious, and he burst out laughing hissingly.

"Yeah, Albert... tell them what happened to Dumbledore!"

"Forehead……"

McGuffin froze, he couldn't bear to hit Harry, and Hermione looked forward to it.

"Could it be...??" Hermione exclaimed in despair.

"Forehead……"

In the end, there was no way... McGuffin could only raise his shoulders and show the little tree man who was bubbling and dozing off to the two of them.

"No... this is the professor!"

"what!?"

!!!∑(Дノ)ノ

"what!?"

Σ(っ°Д°;)っ

Under the unbelievable gazes of the three, the little tree man woke up, the little thing jumped up immediately, Yang Tian hammered his small wooden chest, and roared for the fifth time,
"I... am... Dumbledore!"

(End of this chapter)