Professor of Pharmacy at Hogwarts

"Go help Alexis."

Not far away, after Christie, who had been rescued by members of the Order of the Phoenix, killed a Death Eater, he glanced at Alexis and shouted loudly to Lupine, who was protecting Harry not far away.

She didn't know what Alexis drank, but it was obvious that it was not normal for Alexis to be shaking all over, unable to control the spell at all, and hitting several friendly soldiers in succession.

She knew that Alexis had been studying flowers and plants, and what she wanted to drink was the results of his research.

Lupine raised his head and glanced at Alexis. At this time, Alexis had begun to attack indiscriminately. He would throw out a magic spell randomly for any creature that appeared around him and was sensed by him. Sometimes it's the killing curse, sometimes it's the Cruciatus Curse, sometimes it's the levitating curse, and sometimes it's even a cleansing curse that has no effect.

Alexis's disorganized attack gave Voldemort the opportunity to counterattack.

Fortunately, Alexis's instincts were still there, and he relied on his quick reactions to dodge Voldemort's attacks.

But this situation cannot last long.

"Listen, Harry, follow Flitwick and run outside and don't look back."

Lupine handed Harry to Professor Flitwick not far away and ran towards Alexis.

He only took two steps before he stopped.

At this time, Flitwick behind him had just pulled Harry and started to prepare to retreat outside.

"Run!"

Lupine's expression changed as he watched Alexis' actions, and he turned and shouted at Flitwick.

Lupine's voice attracted the attention of the nearby wizards. They glanced in Alexis' direction, and then their expressions changed greatly, and they ran away without caring about fighting.

At this time, in the center of the cemetery, next to Tom Riddle's tombstone, Alexis suddenly stopped. He no longer used his sharp motor nerves to avoid Voldemort. He opened his arms, trembling all over, and raised his hands high.

The elder wand in his hand was like a baton in the hand of a conductor, dancing back and forth gracefully. The surrounding blue flames jumped back and forth as he danced, and the flames rose violently.

Not only the fire escape protection, but also the previous fierce fire spell, the blazing flames... All the magic spells he had used before, all the flames were included in his command system.

The flames twisted and swelled in the storm, spreading unbridled around.

Dark blue, orange-red, light yellow... Flames of various colors are intertwined with each other, twisted and mixed together, wildly devouring everything around them.

The entire cemetery instantly turned into a sea of ​​fire.Alexis stood in the sea of ​​fire, like a god of fire, directing the flames and attacking everything around him indiscriminately.

His hair began to curl due to the high temperature, and the windbreaker he was wearing couldn't stand the heat and began to curl up.

Opposite him, Voldemort raised his hands to block the heat, but it was in vain. His brand-new robes were even burned with holes.

The flames finally circled and gathered together to form a pillar of fire that reached the sky and the earth. They twisted like a tornado and swallowed up the two people completely.

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Behind the hillside, the people of the Order of the Phoenix and a small number of Death Eaters stood there clearly separated, staring at the pillar of fire not far away with wide eyes, looking at each other in confusion.

Even standing here, they could still feel the scorching heat from the fire pillar in the cemetery. It burned their skin and sent out bursts of stinging pain.

The yew trees had turned into fire trees at this time, and the trees a little further away also began to burn, as if there was only fire left in the world and nothing else.

The strong temperature difference brings hot wind, which carries the fly ash and spreads it in all directions.

rumbling————

There was a sound from the fire pillar, and along with a slight explosion, a lot of things scattered out, piled up into a hill, and were quickly swallowed up by the flames.

The wind swirled and brought a chain, which Harry grabbed.

This is a gold-plated chain, made of beads the size of rice grains. The delicate metal material has been slightly deformed by the high temperature.

The hot wind was still spreading, and an oval object reflecting golden light stuck to the ground and rolled to Harry's feet.

Harry raised his arms to cover his face and struggled to bend down to pick it up.

It was a gold pocket watch.

Harry pressed the switch. Perhaps the high temperature had damaged the internal structure of the pocket watch, but the cover did not open.

He opened it hard, and the cover was opened, revealing the exquisite dial.

There is a photo inlaid on the cover of the pocket watch. The photo is divided into seven grids with six surrounding them.

Dumbledore, Lupin, Black, James, and Alexis at the center.

Harry only knew these five.

The hot wind blew again, causing the slightly yellowed photo to fly into the air. Harry stretched out his hand to reach it, but could not reach it.

The photo curled up and burst into flames.

Each person in the photo is smiling and engulfed by tongues of fire.

Eventually, the photo turned into a pile of ashes and was blown away by the hot wind.

"Alexis!"

Harry shuddered, clutched his pocket watch, and shouted with a cry

"Mr. Alexis!"

In the distance, the fire pillar began to shrink, first turning blue, then orange, and finally returning to normal.

Lupine hugged Harry who was about to run over and hugged him tightly. He looked at the remaining flames and widened his eyes, hoping that someone would come out of it.

but.

In the ruins of the flames, apart from piles of objects and a thick layer of ashes, there were only charred corpses lying in grave pits.

A gust of wind blew, and ashes rose into the sky, revealing what was underneath.

There were galleons there, there were gold vessels, the silver had already seeped into the ground, the books and paper or parchment had been reduced to ashes, blown away by the wind, and the wood was also reduced to ashes.

All that's left is the burnt, deformed goldware and a bunch of twisted glass, like a work of art created by an artist whose imagination reaches the limit of imagination.

Everyone stared blankly at the white ground in front of them, unable to react for a while.

"Catch them!"

Moody was the first to come to his senses. He yelled and threw himself at the Death Eater beside him.

The other members were called back by his shout, some followed and rushed towards the Death Eaters, while others walked towards the cemetery in a daze.

Voldemort was dead, and the remaining Death Eaters were powerless to resist.

In this regard, Alexis's judgment was wrong. He knew very well the horror of a thought - if Voldemort's thought was not eliminated, even if Voldemort died, he would be resurrected in another way. There are few profound principles, but he does not understand the human heart.

After Voldemort died, the Death Eaters' combat effectiveness plummeted, and they were quickly defeated and defeated. Those who died died and those who were captured were captured.

But what happens to the Death Eaters has nothing to do with Harry, Christie, Lupine and Flitwick.

They gathered around the pile of rags that remained after being burned by the flames, speechless.

Harry had begun to sob, and the others had red eyes.Christie was wailing, and she knelt on the ground, frantically pulling at the tatters, trying to dig Alexis out of it.

The high temperature immediately burned her hands red, blistered, and then fester.

But she couldn't care less, she just wanted to get Alexis out of it.