UGB Chapter 230 Unlocking the Edge of the King's Holy Sword
Chapter 230 Unlocking the Edge of the King's Holy Sword
Chapter 230 Unlocking the Edge of the King's Holy Sword
One old and one young walked out of the castle, and the open gate was slowly closed behind them. The noise of blessings and cheers from before was farther and farther away from them, but their hearts became more and more peaceful.
When they reached the position between the Forbidden Forest and the castle, in the castle behind them, a beam of magic beams rising straight blasted a group of translucent ripples in the sky above the castle, followed by the second, third... until Countless spells gathered into the sky.
A huge and solid magic shield tightly wraps this huge castle. This barrier propped up by all Hogwarts people accommodates their loyalty and bravery, and their will to defend their homeland is as firm as a rock. The wondrous magic of magic manifests itself in reality.
Through the ceiling of the auditorium, the little wizards got a bird's eye view from a high altitude, and the sudden lift to a very high altitude allowed them to have a panoramic view of Hogwarts and the situation of the upcoming battlefield.
The dark cloud is getting closer and closer, and the cloud brought by hundreds of dementors has turned the originally bright sky into a cold and gloomy sky.
The trees in the Forbidden Forest rustled and trembled, as if something was rampaging in the forest, causing the branches of the trees to shake and the snow to fall off.
The little wizards started whispering for a while, and they suddenly saw two small dots approaching quickly behind Dumbledore and Ron. They approached the two from the direction of the school, and all kinds of speculations came and went.
"It's dangerous, and I'm not kidding, Sirius, and Neville."
"But Voldemort/Bellatrix will come, right!"
It seems that this similar idea drove the two of them to leave the school protected by magic without hesitation. Perhaps it was recklessness and impulsiveness, but after seeing the gold and red decorations on their clothes, Dumbledore could also understand their love. choose.
As a Gryffindor, isn't this seemingly reckless courage the most steadfast belief hidden in their hearts?
Looking into their unwavering eyes, Dumbledore nodded slightly.
"Then take this."
"Mentos."
A blue light flashed in Dumbledore's hand.
"This is the Portkey to St. Mungo's, and you all need to assure me that your lives are what counts, no matter what."
"promise me."
Dumbledore stuffed the two Portkeys into the hands of the two of them, and said very seriously: "I have informed the St. Mungo Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries with the portrait of the former headmaster Doris Devant. insurance, and I will not allow you to enter the Forbidden Forest and leave the protection of Hogwarts magic."
The two of them looked at the coin-shaped portkey in their hands and nodded slowly. After seeing this, Dumbledore turned around again, but he didn't have too many expectations in his heart, hoping that they would fully obey own words.
Gryffindor's stubbornness is sometimes better than Hufflepuff's. When necessary, the little lions have more courage and persistence than ordinary people to face difficulties and death.
Dumbledore, who himself graduated from Gryffindor College, has a deep understanding of this point. Every Gryffindor is bold and reckless at best, and there is no limit to death at worst, especially It is especially serious when they are still in school, or when the Second Secondary Disease has not disappeared.
Although Sirius has graduated, but not counting the 11 years he was imprisoned, he is just a hot-blooded young man who has just left school and belongs to the stupefied youth. Inherited, he has a strong pursuit of freedom. If he loses the world of passionate comics, he will be a template for the protagonist, and this dog's temper will not change.
"Take care of Neville." Dumbledore stood still after dropping the last sentence, and the distant cloud had come to the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
The trees were pushed aside, several of them were ten feet high, and even two giants with a height of thirty feet pushed aside those huge trees. They broke out of the forbidden forest with heavy steps, carrying some The ripped torn remains of creatures, some part of those poor creatures that hadn't escaped in time as they advanced.
And in the shadow not far from the giant, there are still some half-human, half-wolf beings showing their fangs. Although it is not yet night, and the full moon has not yet lifted into the sky, with the help of Voldemort's magic, the werewolf An incomplete werewolfization was done hours in advance.
But such a distorted appearance, this inhuman appearance made them even more terrifying.
However, there are not many werewolves, and I don't know if they are hiding or where they went.
The dementors whizzing and circling in the sky radiated a biting cold, as if there was a disgusting evil force in the frozen air. Three patron saints flew out from the tip of the stick, a ferocious dragon, a proud phoenix With the dog as big as a bear, this changed the flying trajectory of the dementors, and they began to stay away from these few disgusting food with thorns all over their bodies.
In the curtain of cloudy clouds, a mass of boiling black mist dragged out a long trajectory. Without any tools, Voldemort and his Death Eaters could fly freely in the sky in the form of black smoke. As the black mist swirled, a man and a woman appeared above the edge of the Forbidden Forest surrounded by monsters.
It's Bellatrix, who smiles sweetly but hides evil in her eyes.
It was the handsome Voldemort who was held by her affectionately, exuding a kind of evil charm.
They appeared at the same time like intimate lovers, in the sky, overlooking the few people looking up at him below.
"I'm back, Dumbledore"
Voldemort smiled meaningfully and said in a calm but clear voice.
"This time, I will truly bring the world back on the right track. You can't stop me, Dumbledore. My era has begun. You old fellows, why don't you just watch quietly?"
"This era is not yours, and I don't think you are welcome in this era."
Dumbledore carefully looked at the newborn Voldemort, and the boiling magic power was flowing in his body. Even if they were far apart, Dumbledore could still feel the evil power that hadn't changed much. Maybe he really got it. Love, but what this distorted love brings to him is definitely not what people think.
"Where are your most loyal servants, maybe they are not willing to accept your return, are they?"
"Of course not." Voldemort shook his head contemptuously, "I will re-elect the saints who follow me faithfully, those who betrayed me."
"Heh~" Voldemort pulled a cruel smile from the corner of his mouth. The chill behind the smile is self-evident. Under the influence of Bellatrix, he did nothing to those who were free and easy The 'traitors' were assigned to the side of the dead early.
"Since you are stubborn, then use your death to announce my return and the official opening of my era."
"I will take good care of those lovely children for you. Don't worry, they are of great use. I won't hurt them too much. After all, the blood of noble wizards flows in their bodies."
"But those Mudbloods, I can't guarantee it. This is also the great will of Slytherin, isn't it?"
"So, you bastard let the werewolf go through the secret path?"
This sneering opening brought Voldemort's attention to Ron, who saw a strange combo prop in Ron's hand, with several red lights on it.
"What a good master, he sent someone to die without batting an eye."
"I know you, Ron Weasley." Voldemort, whose face remained unchanged, still spoke in a calm voice: "Maybe I should thank you?"
He smiled sarcastically, "Thank you very much, so in return, I will reward you with the cruelest way of death."
"but."
Voldemort raised his hand, and a screaming rat man appeared from the shadows behind the werewolf. Peter Pettigrew screamed miserably, as if he was suffering some kind of cruel torture.
"I didn't lie to your master! I absolutely didn't, I'm telling the truth! It must be this guy! This guy did the arrangement, it's definitely not me. Absolutely not"
Perhaps because of being so ugly by the screaming rat man, Voldemort waved it in disgust, Peter Pettigrew was thrown far away in an instant, and rolled into a ball.
"Forget it, anyway, the result will not change."
"Just kill."
"Professor, I'm fine."
Voldemort, who was interrupted mid-sentence, had no time to show any other reaction, a beam of golden-red flames threatening death turned into a fiery knife.
The two people who were originally close and holding hands were separated by Dumbledore in an instant. The angry Voldemort only had time to wave his hand to make those evil creatures who were already hungry and thirsty attack Hogwarts. Smoke quickly shuttled in the sky.
Even Voldemort, who has returned to his heyday, can't regain his disadvantage in an instant if he doesn't talk about martial arts. The visible or invisible magic is intertwined into a dense magic net, and the spell strengthened by the Elder Wand Let ordinary people die when they touch it, and get hurt when they rub it. Even Voldemort himself doesn't want to be hit head-on.
There was no preheating or foreplay, and the magic duel that soared to the climax in an instant made Sirius stunned even on this occasion.
"Take Neville and stay away, Sirius." Ron's opening brought Sirius back to his senses in an instant, or in other words, the moment Ron spoke, the powerful magic power emanating from him made people wake up involuntarily .
"Oath to Liberation."
The sound of the chain breaking echoed in the void one after another like an auditory hallucination.
The mighty white light gathered in Ron's raised right hand, and then pierced the dark sky like a sharp sword.
Platinum radiance pierces the sky——
"Shout here the name of King Arthur the Holy Key, the knight's courage will accompany me, and the majesty of the king will come here--
Sacrifice the soul of the despicable deceiver in the land of goblins, and the gate of the eternal kingdom will be opened here! "
"Open the edge for the holy sword of the king——Avalon!"
The gorgeous scabbard appeared in the white light penetrating the sky at some point, the illusory holy sword was condensed into shape in this empty scabbard, the mighty magic power blew away the dense clouds above, and from the sky, cast a huge Projection of the Holy Nation.
Hundreds of dementors were evaporated instantly at this moment, and the half-wolf werewolves twitched and fell to the ground amidst howls, only those stupid giants whose souls were controlled by black magic were still moving towards the castle , but it can only stop outside the magic barrier supported by nearly a thousand people.
The moment the illusory holy sword condensed into a magical semi-entity, it was tightly held by one hand. The vague blade was entwined with the wind, and then it turned from form to formlessness.
The premonition of death enveloped Voldemort, who was crazily suppressed by Dumbledore and could not escape. This magic was completely beyond expectations. Or the miracle has completely exceeded his imagination.
Even if he becomes stronger than before, even if this body makes up for the shortcomings that he has never experienced and possessed before.
But in the face of such unreasonable and unreasonable head-to-head collisions with disadvantages, a trace of powerlessness spread from the bottom of his heart.
The blow that almost erupted the entire magic power of two Dumbledores is definitely not a move that humans can take with a firm head. If it is normal, Voldemort has many ways to divide this force, but what he is facing at this moment is a man who is not inferior to His, experience is far superior to his full-scale attack and containment of a powerful white mage.
He could only be forced to listen to the introduction of the oath, waiting for the power of destruction to come.
"Never-ending gale, I command you in the name of the king, unleash the great spirit of the lake and the power of my oath, and I will call your name with knightly glory!"
"Flash!"
The platinum holy sword was pulled out from the scabbard, and the dazzling splendor burst out with breathtaking power at this moment.
"pledge--"
A crazy woman rushed towards the most dazzling center of the white light, and he threw himself into the white light without any scruples, but the boiling white-golden flame burned her black energy and rejected her ten meters away.
"I will never allow you!"
"Absolutely not!"
But the crazy roar was just the whine of a defeated dog, and no matter how harsh the shouting sound was, it could not shake the hand holding the sword.
The oath has already anchored the end point, and the twelve chains locked Voldemort's surroundings. Dumbledore's offensive stalled, and he quickly retreated.
"Sword of Promised Victory!"
The erupting platinum flames gathered in the illusory holy sword, and an unstoppable torrent gushed out from the illusory holy sword!
A mouthful of blood stained the grass that had been blown away from the snow, and the curse with madness and venom outlined bright red lines as the magic power boiled.
"I absolutely won't allow it. You."
Distorted light and shadow struggled to appear in the center of the white light burst.
"Give it to me. Get out of here!!!"
"Go away!"
The power called exile distorted the space, and amidst the miserable laughter, the source of the white light was sent to an unknown place that no one knew.
Abaaaba, there is one more chapter, but today’s writing is not very smooth, about 8K, if I can write more, I will write more.
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