Chapter 477: Voldemort strikes

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Here comes the Dark Lord!
To be honest, Hogwarts' wizards are not many today, but they have the strength and the courage to resist the darkness, but there are really none.
Most ordinary wizards thought of running away the first time.
However, within Hogwarts range, Phantom Shift is not available, and they may not be able to run if they want to run. Because of this coming Voldemort, the momentum and scale are quite amazing.
As Maca expected, the main force of the offense was the Black Dead-the guys who were eroded by the stele of the soul. They all turned into black gas-filled meteors, slamming hard at Hogwarts.
The number of those Black Deaths is staggering. Maca is only a rough estimate, it is hundreds of them. You know, each of these guys is able to resist the existence of a dozen ordinary adult wizards.
During this period, Voldemort's underground activities continued. Even though members of the Order of the Phoenix were always working against them, he still gathered so many "sacrifice" in the end.
If it weren't for the Black Dead's inability to retain much of their reason, it would be a group of terrible combat forces that could scare the entire world of magic.
Under the command of Minerva McGonagall, several professors put their wands over their heads together, and while pointing remotely above the castle, released a series of defensive powerful spells.
These spells are based on regional protection spells, superimposed and spliced ​​on each other, covering the entire castle in the form of a hemispherical protective barrier.
It is worth mentioning that Slughorn, wearing a flamboyant bright green robe, also stretched out his wand at this time. His level of curse is not ordinary. With his help, this barrier has become thicker and thicker.
The black dead were flying fast and time was running out.
"We can understand the guests who do not want to participate in the war. Please enter the castle in order to avoid it ..." Professor McGonagall led most of the frightened wizards to the castle. "Please don't panic, please believe that we can handle it. "
Regardless of whether you can really cope, at least it is necessary to stabilize everyone's mood first. If you can't help, then please don't mess up-of course, you can't speak so plainly on your mouth.
While most people were busy, Maca stood in the snow in the vestibule, looking up as if looking for the existence of a figure. It's just that he is not idle, but instead sticks out his staff to help professors increase the defense capacity of the barrier.
As long as he doesn't use the power of rules, his magic is more than enough, not to mention that at present he just has a good hand and his mind is still elsewhere.
It didn't take long for the black dead to jump over miles and smash into the barrier.
This time, the impact was passed down to every wizard who cast a protective spell, and the barrier suddenly twisted like a balloon. If the crowd had not accumulated a lot of defensive power, only this first shock would have been broken in one fell swoop.
Just then, Maca seemed to suddenly notice something and glanced back.
In fact, he didn't have to look at him, and he saw Mr. Scamander opened his old suitcase, and all kinds of rare animals were constantly crawling out of the box.
The most numerous of them is Glaring, a breed of Pegasus that has a very fast gray body. Their breeding ability is not strong, and it is not known how Scarmand cultivated them so much.
The largest is the three sphinxes and one sphinx. They originated in Greece and Egypt respectively. Although the Ministry of Magic considered them not to be extremely dangerous, and classified them as "xxxx", it can be said that the fighting ability is not lost to the fire dragon.
Seeing that all kinds of magical animals were still drilling out, Maca blinked and cast her gaze into the air again. Looking further, he could witness the moment Hogwarts became a rare zoo.
If Scarmand could command these magical animals, it would be a considerable combat force.
In the air, the Black Deaths sprang up again after a round of charged shocks, and launched successive attacks against the protective barrier. Faced with the impact of hundreds of black dead, the protective barrier is like an inflated balloon, which may be completely broken at any time.
Maca has the intention to let the elves shoot, but it's not the moment. The magic power of the elves is not infinite, and they need to wait for a while before they appear.
At least, they cannot be wasted on temporary defenses.
Just then, a heavy footstep sounded from the castle's main entrance. The footsteps sounded like thousands of horses, but they were uniform, and each step was at the same time.
Marka knew that Professor McGonagall had brought all guests back to the castle. Those footsteps were one of the known defensive spells at Hogwarts Castle, the Knights of the Stone Statue.
Theoretically, every transfiguration wizard can move ten or even dozens of statues and act according to the wishes of the caster. But if you want to control hundreds of stone statues to fight, it can't be done by a single spell.
All the statues and armors inside and outside Hogwarts Castle are fixed with ancient magic. Once the Master of Transfiguration activates them, they can automatically fight to guard Hogwarts.
When all the statues leave the castle, Professor McGonagall will close. By that time, the time in Maca's heart was coming.
When to ask? That is of course the time to show Hogwarts' strength in front of all the guests today!
"Everyone, please prepare and withdraw the castle at any time." Maca turned back. "Mr. Scarmand, please take all your friends to the back door. I think there needs to be some guard there."
He also did not expect that this old gentleman would release so many amazing animals, but we must know that it is easy to release and it is not so easy to retrieve it. Right now, he can only let him move somewhere.
"Okay, I'll take them to the back door!"
Although the old man is very old, his bones are still tough. When I saw him turning over, he climbed onto the back of a Glaring Pegasus, and the "Law Law" went away quickly, followed by a large group of animals of various shapes.
"Are there anyone outside the castle?" Marka asked again.
The words didn't fall, and no one else answered, but he suddenly looked back into the sky. At this moment, a group of black flames approached from a distance, dragging their long tail and crashing into the barrier.
With a bang, the protective barrier could no longer be supported, and it cracked open.
"go back!"
With the exception of Maca, all wizards who maintained the barrier took a few steps back, and the weaker astronomy professor Sinista and Muggle research professor Bubaji even fell on the snow.
The blizzard that had been blocked by the barrier rushed to Hogwarts again. Mixed in the blizzard were the gang of black dead.
Marka looked at the black flames flying in front, feeling the restless power, and nodded secretly.
He had confirmed the identity of the visitor, and that was undoubtedly Voldemort himself. It's just that the time has not yet come, and he has to wait-wait for them to be close enough!
The professors hurried back to the castle in accordance with the previously agreed plan, and the gates soon closed. Even though the stone knights have not yet been released, McGonagall does not allow it in time.
"Boom boom boom boom ..."
A series of smashing sounds suddenly sounded, and a large number of black dead finally landed. Although Voldemort, who turned into a black flame, flew in the forefront, when he landed, he stood in the middle of the black dead, and looked at Maca coldly across the large swath of black air.
It seems that the Dark Lord has eaten enough losses, and finally he became cautious.
"McLean, we haven't seen each other for a while." His tone was calm, but the underlying hatred and killing in it could not be hidden.
"Voldemort, did you come to Dumbledore's funeral?" Maca asked casually.
His mouth was asking questions, and his eyes were directly on Voldemort's side ~ EbookFREE.me ~, but his attention was not put on Voldemort properly, and he still felt everything around him.
"Participating in a funeral? Me?" Voldemort sneered. "What do you think?"
"Anyway, you are also one of Professor Dumbledore's students, aren't you?" Maca perfunctoryly said. "Look, we are all the same, we were all students of Hogwarts."
"He never saw me as his student," Voldemort stood in place, and didn't move his hand first, even his Black Deads stopped and just surrounded Maca, "I just His props are the only ones he uses to show his hypocrisy, okay? "
"It's just you thinking about it yourself, is there any evidence to prove it?" Maca shrugged, but frowned slightly.
He was delaying time in order to prepare for himself; but in terms of Voldemort's performance after landing, it seems that he is also delaying time. Otherwise, how could Voldemort's current cautiousness stand up and chat with him so cooperatively?
In the case where both sides may have a backhand, it depends on whose backhand is more powerful.
"... Do you need proof?" Voldemort sneered suddenly, his body covered with black flames, but people couldn't see his current expression, "I got for myself and Hogwarts while I was at school. With so many honours, the old man of Dumbledore has been staring at me-does he think I can't find it? He never trusted me! "
Marka heard that he looked at him carefully, then shook his head.
"You ganged up at Hogwartsila, using classmates as servants and tools, but you talk about it, where can you trust?"
This sentence alone seemed to tell Voldemort that Maca's understanding of him was not limited to rumors.