Chapter 251: In the dark

"... We are all Hogwarts!"
Following Hermione's reminder, Harry had to shout out loud.
Although he is very clear about his weight, in the eyes of a group of students, he is the grand champion of Macca McLean's top three.
Even though everyone is curious about the fact that Maca did not win, victory is victory, but this is an obvious fact.
When Hermione's words stirred everyone's blood, and when Harry, the "immortal boy," stood up again, many little wizards were a little excited.
I have to say that Hermione had a good time.
At this time, the black demon mark was still floating in the air, and the voices of the black dead and Dumbledore were still beating the nerves of the little wizards.
Under the gloom brought by the name "Voldemort", the hearts of little wizards were mostly hazy.
But Hermione's words broke this silence.
She used Dumbledore to fight alone to protect the school and stirred everyone's hearts. She also used the idea that unity is strength to arouse everyone's courage. Now she also uses Harry's signboard to gather everyone's confidence.
When danger and hope coexist, powerful forces usually erupt.
Although her means of provoking the atmosphere are still awkward at present, as long as she continues to grow, she will one day become a true leader.
This time today is the biggest opportunity in her life.
"We are all Hogwarts!"
Although at the beginning, not many people followed. But as long as we are together, the emotion is contagious!
Before long, many people in the small snakes of Slytherin gathered around.
Hermione was right, just being protected here, apparently sitting still. If they don't need protection, the professors can go out and help.
And when they also started to defend Hogwarts, Hogwarts's power would really become stronger.
This is a matter of glory and glory.
When most of the students stood up, except for the students who were more fond of Voldemort like Malfoy, of course, Slytherin, who was rational and savvy, would also help.
After all, what Voldemort's attitude is right now, and it's not clear to everyone that Maca and Dumbledore are paying attention. It is difficult for Voldemort to reach into Hogwarts.
After everyone shouted a few times together, Hermione immediately came to Professor McGonagall and said solemnly:
"Professor, the school is under attack now, and it looks like a lot of people. I think we should also do our part for our school! We should help the principal!"
She spoke seriously and had good reasons, and her heart really moved Professor McGonagall. But for the students to fight, Milleva McGonagall would never agree.
"I can understand everyone's heart, and to be honest, I am very happy." Professor McGonagall smiled rarely, she nodded to everyone, "But this is absolutely not the case! Your strength is not enough to deal with those evil Black Wizard, you must stay here! "
Professor Flitwick also waved to the little wizards: "Everyone must believe that the principal is the greatest white wizard today, and the most powerful principal of Hogwarts since the founders of the Big Four! worry!"
The other professors also smiled and gave everyone comfort and confidence.
Of course, only Snape was still staring at the dead fish, and looked at the direction of the forest outside the window calmly.
"But ..." Hermione pursed her lips and nodded, "I see, Professor McGonagall."
After all, she turned and walked towards Harry a little disappointed.
In the minds of the little wizards, the professor's words were still majestic. Seeing Professor McGonagall's disagreement, the blood in the hearts of most students has been suppressed. How powerful is the principal Dumbledore, we go to help, maybe it will make the principal more scruples.
But the Death Eaters are now at the school gate, and Voldemort himself does not know if he has appeared, which has brought a lot of pressure to everyone.
The little wizards who had regained some confidence, busy huddled together in groups, and whispered.
It can be seen that fear, excitement, self-confidence, or firm eyes and expressions slowly emerged on the faces of the little wizards.
In any case, everyone is nervous now, but this is the same fact.
But among these students, two girls looked unusually calm. One was Luna, and the other was naturally Willie.
One of them was next to Ravenclaw's student, gazing a little at God and talking to him dreamily; the other was expressionless and just looked at his notes.
Only occasionally, they looked around, as if looking for someone.
...
At the same time, the situation on Dumbledore's side became fierce.
Under Dumbledore, the Black Dead's combat power is not too powerful, but these black-clad guys are actually fighting.
Although their unparalleled strength and speed did not give Dumbledore the effect it deserved, the extraordinary magic resistance did not make ordinary magic spells do much.
Voldemort had not yet appeared, but Dumbledore could feel it, and the other party was indeed nearby.
Judging by Maca's analysis of the current Voldemort, even Dumbledore had to be careful.
Like Maca, Dumbledore was very clear that anything related to the word "ancient" must not be taken lightly.
While retaining the magic and being careful about Voldemort in the dark, and at the same time preventing the black dead from wiping out the power of the defense barrier, Dumbledore had to be vigilant and beat them back again and again.
He has also been in contact with the Black Dead more than once. It is not difficult to see from them that Voldemort is definitely much stronger now than when the Wizarding War was waged last time.
At this point, Dumbledore was seen standing outside the barrier, and the Black Dead were repeatedly ejected. The enchanting beams of light burst out, and the dazzling light illuminated the surrounding ground for a few minutes.
But his footsteps remained motionless, and apparently there was still room to spare.
The Kingsleys and others stood inside the barrier and, under the signal of Dumbledore, seized the time to rest in order to welcome the next offensive.
Behind those Black Deaths, the rest of the Death Eaters are ready to go. Obviously, they also know that their masters are bound to show up today.
It can be said that except for the Black Death who has lost his heart, everyone is waiting for Voldemort's appearance.
However, at this moment, Voldemort was the right person.
To be honest, this time he still did not intend to come forward, because the attack was still a tentative attack. All he wanted was Ravenclaw's crown.
But the person he arranged to enter has not appeared yet, which makes him feel very annoyed.
Voldemort did not fully believe in Maca, and there were many additions and modifications in this plan, but where did he know that there was another insider on his side?
It can only be said that Maca's high profile allowed Voldemort to focus on his body subconsciously, thereby further ensuring the concealment of Snape, the double-sided spy.
"Tom, don't you plan to come out yet?" Dumbledore shouted calmly. "I think we need to talk, don't we?"
However, apart from the tireless Black Death who attacked him again and again, there was no other movement.
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Albania, mountain forest underground.
Maca entered magic again into the rune array between him and the Bewitching Monument, and in the center of the array, a living mouse was firmly tied and placed there.
With the continuous infusion of his magic power, the rune map lit up again with a faint blue light.
"Creak"
The rat began to scream unceasingly. Gradually, a thin stream of black gas came out of the mouse's eyes, ears, nose and nose ~ EbookFREE.me ~ slowly covering it all over.
Time passed little by little, and the black gas was slowly increasing, tangling, and wrapping the mouse as a whole.
At the moment when the black gas completely wrapped the mouse, Maca picked up her wand a little outside the rune map.
Suddenly, a small skull phantom rushed up from the array, the mouse's soul was immediately ejected from the body, and only the remaining corner was still involved with it.
"Creak"
The cry seemed to become more painful, as if the mouse was suffering great pain.
At this moment, just listening to the sound of hissing, all the magic threads tied to the mouse were broken, and the magic power was completely dissipated in the air.
Seeing that the mouse suddenly bounced, there seemed to be a violent momentum, but Maca was not surprised. He waved his wand again, and tied it back with more magical threads. The number of them almost tangled him into a string ball.
Just now, Maca was deliberately less entangled, in order to confirm the time when it became stronger.
And now, he stared at the soul of the mouse firmly, and there was a surprise in his eyes, and he understood! He understood the way the Black Dead formed!
What made him even more surprised was that it contained information about the rules of the soul.
Looking at the broken rune on the surface of the rat's soul, Maca hurriedly took the notebook into her hand and hurriedly wrote it again.
For a while, the brushing sound of quill writing and rat squeaking screamed in this main grave chamber, making the already horrible catacombs more infiltrating.
"Hum ... a little worse, a little worse ..." He wrote for a while, but couldn't help but whispered, "I don't know what's going on with Luna, Dumbledore ... it should be fine Right? "