Chapter 345: Sneak attack

The red flame disappeared in the hall, and the black flame was summoned into the void again. It had the form of a normal flame, but no heat.
The faint black and red light shone.
"Lihuo!" Professor McGonagall took a breath, and when she was shocked, the scene changed again.
The cold air in the air began to condense, and a stream of light blue ice appeared at this time, and then slammed toward the strange flames.
It is said that the fierce fire, which cannot be extinguished by conventional methods, is now confined in a thick layer of ice. The ice quickly melts, but it has grown like a life-like cover.
Flames, frost, wind, water, metal, deformation, space movement, all the magic that can be used alternately appear in the hands of the two
The duel, which symbolizes the highest level in the magic world, is displayed in the eyes of everyone. Maybe a few decades ago, the duel that determined the future of the wizarding world is also today's style.
Can not help but make people fascinated.
Harry stared at the duel in anxiety, not knowing how to remind Dumbledore that the people they were present could not intervene at all and could not stop the duel.
"Hiss." Harry took a sudden breath and covered his forehead with his hands.
No one noticed him.
Harry felt that at this moment, his scar had exploded suddenly, and the unimaginable pain, if it was to be described, was a sharp blade inserted into his chest fiercely, plunged into his heart, and carved hard.
Fortunately, the pain that life cannot bear only lasted for a moment, and it quickly disappeared as the tide faded.
Then he discovered a fact.
He was blind.
No, being blind is his illusion, he can still see everything in front of him.
It's just that the information received by the eyes is no longer colorful, no longer colorful.
There is only a black and white world.
Not far away, the interactive or gorgeous, or simple magic, collided, the sharp wind blades and the rising flames were connected, broken, overflowing, in his eyes, he could see all magic The surging of energy, all fancy and non-fancy spells seem to be broken down into tiny particles.
Gathered randomly with the wizard's control, and then scattered.
That is the origin of everything.
Harry seemed to understand why Dumbledore was so powerful, because the understanding of magic was extremely high.
Do everything right.
Then he suddenly realized why he suddenly had such a powerful ability.
The feeling of being in control of everything made him inflate, and he felt like he was in charge of everything.
A crazy killing intention rose from his heart.
Harry subconsciously felt wrong, but there was no way to suppress it.
This is not Voldemort's spiritual invasion.
The trajectories of the two phantoms are reflected in his green eyes and reflected.
As a pure observer, this gives him enough energy to speculate.
Go ahead.
Harry raised his wand in horror.
Slowly and lightly, he aimed at a clearing, which was Dumbledore's next foothold he guessed.
Only then did Harry realize that his arms were no longer under his control.
"Ah..." He began to chant the deadly evil spell
"No, no!" Harry yelled out loud.
But the bytes of the spell still uncontrollably popped out of his mouth.
"Except your weapon!"
Ha used his greatest strength in his life, and finally turned his wand away, and the spell was replaced by a disarming spell at the last minute.
He was relieved.
He saw the light from the tip of his wand, and quickly launched it, hitting the chest of the horseman who was fighting the dwarf, and made a peculiar sound of metal impact.
While he was relaxing, he found that his vision was restored, and the scene under his eyes suddenly returned to color.
Harry hurriedly looked back, looked at the direction he had just predicted, and found it was empty.
But the afterglow in the corner of his eyes grabbed Harry's heart and his stomach began to churn.
Dumbledore didn't know when he was hit, his old body began to fall, and his long silver beard stood upright with the hedging airflow.
The white robe rattled.
From this angle, they could not see the old man's expression, only Dumbledore's hands drooped weakly.
I don't know where the wand is in my hand
Was he hit by Grindelwald's spell?
Harry wanted to rush over, and her sleeves were pulled back by Hermione behind her, her eyes full of tears, biting her lips tightly, shaking her head at Harry.
Under him, the death hall was opened.
The curtain, which symbolizes the interval between life and death, is quietly waiting for a living person to leave the present world.
Fox uttered a clear whisper. The golden flamingo flew out of his wide cuffs as Dumbledore's body was about to be completely engulfed by the mantle.
The smart bird has always been hidden in Dumbledore's body just now, but he has not played his role.
At the most critical juncture, he abandoned his master.
Perhaps it cannot be said to be abandonment, this is just as a creature, using his instinct to survive.
Finally, the old man's body fell into the shabby curtain hanging on the arch without resistance.
The drapery fluttered for a while, just like a gust of wind had blown just now, and then returned to what it used to be.
Everyone froze, and they looked at the scene in disbelief.
This accident is so abrupt.
So that almost everyone has lost the ability to think.
After losing control of their masters, one of the two legions had just lost their control, and one of them instantly languished and was slaughtered on one side by chopping melons and vegetables.
The goblin wielded a huge hard hammer, thrashed his enemies violently, and stepped on with strong legs.
this time--
The golden horseman could no longer pick up his head that fell to the ground and settled back.
Sudden bursts of hoarse laughter suddenly spread throughout the room.
Voldemort!
The figure of the man first appeared in a translucent state, and then gradually condensed into an entity in the air, playing with the wand that had just been taken from Dumbledore~EbookFREE.me~Savior Mr. Porter, looks, Or my disarming spell is more powerful. "Voldemort used his long and pale fingers to rub his loot with satisfaction, intoxicated by the comfortable feel."
Dumbledore was hit by Voldemort's disarming spell, which did not use the death spell he was best at this time, for other reasons.
For the old wand.
But now it looks like it will kill two birds with one stone.
"Scary of death, a symbol of invincibility." He murmured.
He is still confused about wand restraint.
After he went to Destrom to kill Kakarov to vent his anger, he ransacked the library there in an vain attempt to find supporting evidence about wand restraint and cracking methods.
Nothing.
It would be better to say that it would be really strange if he really found it.