A day at Hogwarts.

Looking at the dead and wounded fakes in front of them, the expressions of many Death Eaters were extremely complicated.A few days ago, when Yaxley proposed to do that at the meeting, many Death Eaters present dismissed it, thinking that as long as the Dark Lord took action himself, there was no need to worry about that Mudblood and his subordinates.

But judging from the current situation, it is undoubtedly a very wise decision.Whether it's the Defense Association or the damn Mudblood, it's not something they can easily deal with.

"Kill them all, leave no one behind!"

Looking at the group of people in the village who were still defending against the spell bombardment, Voldemort's eyes were particularly serious. He knew very well that Yaxley's plan was not bad, and ordinary people would definitely suffer from a sudden surprise attack under such circumstances. Chaos and more than half of them were killed or injured.

Even if he encounters a spell bombardment, he has to stay away.

However, the reaction of those people was completely beyond Voldemort's expectations. They did not panic because of this, but instead gathered together in an orderly manner to directly prop up the magic barrier to resist the indiscriminate bombing of the Death Eaters. It is unimaginable that even the most elite Aurors in the Ministry of Magic cannot be as calm as they are.

This made Voldemort determined to kill them all, even though there were many pure blood among them.

He knew very well that even if he killed Albert Anderson, the Mudblood, the chances of these people surrendering to him were very slim, and instead they would become a big trouble.

Since it is troublesome, it is natural to solve it directly.

"Yes!"

The Death Eaters were a little surprised, but they quickly accepted the order, anyway, they were not the ones who died.

Because of the painful lessons in the past, no one wants to let themselves repeat the same mistakes. They can only use their feet to make themselves run forward. This speed is undoubtedly much slower.

Fortunately, the spell bombing in the rear has not stopped, buying precious time for the Death Eaters to approach the village.

only……

"what!"

When the group of Death Eaters approached the outskirts of the village, they also encountered some trouble.

In order to welcome the Death Eaters' invasion, members of the Defense Association arranged a large pile of traps around the village according to Albert's arrangement.

Now, the night is getting dark, the surroundings are pitch black, and the traps are covered by the freshly fallen snowflakes. Naturally, the Death Eaters who think they have the chance to win will not pay attention to their feet, so they directly step into the pile of traps that have been laid in advance, and end up. One can imagine.

A large number of Death Eaters unfortunately fell into the enemy's despicable trap, and they were holding their legs and screaming in pain.

The shrill scream startled everyone who came behind.

After stopping and discovering the bear trap, the Death Eaters all secretly cursed their enemies for being despicable, but no one was willing to get involved easily.

Being caught in a trap at this time is not a joke. Even if it can be cured with a spell afterwards, not many Death Eaters are willing to take risks. God knows what traps are waiting for them.

In the style of that scumbag, there must be pitfalls ahead, and most new Death Eaters are unwilling to risk their lives.

"A bunch of trash!"

Voldemort ignored the Death Eaters who fell to the ground and howled around him. He raised his wand and forcibly opened a passage in front of him, and then he swiped across it like a big bat.

Several veteran Death Eaters followed closely behind Voldemort and walked towards the village.

As for the group of unlucky ones who stepped into the trap, no one had the time to care about their lives, so they were allowed to howl in pain, adding some color to this quiet night.

As soon as Voldemort led people into the village, he was stopped by a group of statues of knights holding shields.

Several Death Eaters beside him immediately waved their wands and tried to blow up the statue in front of them, clearing a passage for Voldemort, but it was counterproductive.

After the spells of several Death Eaters were blocked by the shield raised by the statue, they actually bounced back and flew towards Voldemort. His wand waved them casually, blasting a crater in the snow.

Voldemort and his party had to stop, because the statue of the knight had already swung the tetanus sword and slashed at everyone.

Although this posture did look very intimidating, it did not have any impact on them at all.

In the final analysis, these things are just cannon fodder to help delay time. As long as they can stop the invaders and deal with them, they have already exerted their true value.

Of course, that's all.

These knight statues were quickly torn to pieces by Voldemort.

When Voldemort led people to rush to the tragic battlefield where countless corpses lay in disorder, they found that most of the people had disappeared.Only the last few young wizards were left beside Albert Anderson maintaining the magic barrier against the bombing, and at their feet, a house elf with a suitcase in one hand was looking at the newly arrived in fear. to Voldemort.And before they fully reacted, they disappeared and fled with the remaining few wizards Apparating.

"It's really surprising that you didn't escape."

Voldemort looked at Albert, who stayed behind, with a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Escape, I think retreat is more appropriate."

Albert corrected with a smile. He slowly raised his wand. Even though he was besieged by the famous Dark Lord and Death Eaters, he was still calm, "This is a very clever plan. I was caught off guard, if it was replaced by other people, I guess not many people would survive!"

Speaking of this, Albert raised the corner of his mouth and said softly, "However, most of the guys who were pushed up by you as cannon fodder were killed by you. I'm actually curious whether those dark wizards will continue to follow you cooperate?"

The more leisurely Albert became, the more alert others became, as if he was not the one being surrounded at the moment.

"kill him!"

Voldemort was ready to keep Albert here completely.

There is no apparation here, and it is undoubtedly one of the best places to kill the opponent.

Just when Voldemort was about to take action, Albert was faster than them. After several metal balls fell, they exploded in front of everyone. The dazzling white light engulfed everything, forcing the Death Eaters to raise their hands. Blocking his sight, in this brief moment, Albert raised his wand and released several spells in succession, covering all the enemies in front of him.

After the white light dissipated, Voldemort heard a series of falling sounds. The Death Eaters who followed him were all knocked down by the spell, but the damn Mudblood was still standing there, looking at him calmly. .

"Okay, there is no other guy in the way now, if you plan to fight with me..." Before Albert could finish his words, Voldemort made his move first.

"Avada Kedavra!"