The Strongest Badger at Hogwarts

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boom--

Two rays, one green and one black, collided fiercely.

At the intersection of the two curses, the plasma flew, and the light caused by the energy hedging was even more dazzling than the light from the explosion of the dragon hunting arrow not far away!

They did not explode in an instant like other spells and turned into scattered energy, but were stalemate together under the continuous supply of magic power from Link and Voldemort.

Unfortunately, this stalemate is only temporary.

In terms of magic power, Link is still not the opponent of Voldemort in his heyday.

With the approach of Voldemort and the increase of magic power output, the black light beam from the ebony wand is being swallowed by the green light little by little.

"Tsk..."

Knowing that he couldn't go on like this, Link frowned and smacked his mouth. When he flipped his wrist, the black light beam wrapped in green light suddenly deflected.

Link himself took this opportunity to escape from the attacking direction of the Killing Curse, and went directly into the 'magic turbulence layer' below where various spells continuously converged and exploded.

Almost at the next moment, a group of arrows from the dragon hunting crossbow exploded violently in front of him, turning into a violent magical impact.

But there was no panic on Link's face.

As if he had foreseen it in advance, he turned his body slightly to one side, and perfectly avoided it at an angle close to the limit without slowing down.

It's not too difficult for Link to do all this.

Link's perception ability was expanded to the extreme under the super-sensing spell, and the entire process of those terrifying magic explosions from birth to end was captured by his magic vision, which resulted in an almost predictable effect.

This is why he chose to rush into the magic layer.

Of course, he wasn't naive enough to think that this explosion would bother Voldemort much.

As long as it can slightly affect the opponent's pursuit speed, it is already considered a victory.

But Link still underestimated the power of Voldemort.

After Voldemort followed Link into the magic layer, he was also unstopped.

But unlike Link, facing the torrent of magic power around him, he had no intention of dodging at all, but chose to rush directly.

Those terrifying explosions that were enough to break rocks and rocks hit him like a breeze blowing over a cliff, and they couldn't have the slightest influence on Voldemort.

"Hahahaha! Link Foley! Don't try to escape this time! I'm going to catch you! Drain every drop of your blood and kill you!"

Charged from a large explosion of colorful magic power, Voldemort roared with wild laughter.

Before the words fell, a small black and red lightning flashed out of Voldemort's hand, breaking through the space and attacking Link.

Link, who sensed everything, had an extremely ugly expression.

He didn't even look back, he just raised the Voldebat behind him and continued to sprint forward.

Hum——

The tiny black-red lightning twisted and hit the cloak directly.

Seeing this scene, Scrimgeour, Old Kleder and the others trembled in their hearts.

If Link fell, both of them would be doomed today.

But the strange thing is that nothing happened after the collision between the blood thunder and the black cloak formed by Voldebat.

Let alone a violent explosion, there wasn't even the slightest bit of energy escaping.

Link's movements were still agile, and he didn't look like he had taken Voldemort's blow hard.

He even increased his speed by relying on the impact of Voldemort's attack, widening the distance between him and Voldemort.

It was as if... Voldemort's attack had been swallowed by the black cloak.

In fact it is true.

Voldebat itself has a very strong ability to absorb and neutralize energy.

It is by virtue of this powerful ability that Voldebat is immune to the unsolvable existence of most spells except the Patronus Charm.

However, only Link himself knew that the blow that Voldebat blocked was definitely not as easy as it seemed on the surface.

Because just at the same time when the blood thunder hit, Link heard a shrill scream from the Voldebat very clearly.

It was able to degenerate the vocal organ of the Voldebat to the point where it was almost gone, and the creatures screamed. One can imagine how much damage the blood thunder caused to it.

It's just... so what's the matter with Link?

Unlike Arkham and yo-yos, Voldebats, creatures of pure Dark magic, have no emotions at all.

This kind of thing can't be raised anyway.

The reason why it stayed with Link was completely attracted by the strange energy in Link's blood.

Link is also very clear about all this, so he doesn't care about Voldebat's life or death at all.

Like now Arkham and Yo-Yo also want to come out and fight.

Especially the yo-yo, in its view, this kind of air combat is definitely its best field at the moment.

But Link insisted on not letting them out.

Under this kind of high-intensity battle and torrent of magic power, there is a high probability that they will die in battle when they come out!

As for Voldemort, Link wouldn't even blink even if it was killed by Voldemort, let alone being bombarded by Voldemort.

Link and Voldemort just kept shuttling through the turbulent flow of magic power.

During the period, Link tried to fight back from time to time, but most of the spells he shot were used to resist incoming attacks, and they couldn't reach Voldemort at all.

On the contrary, under the command of the old Kled, the Dragon Hunters kept pouring shells all over Voldemort.

Not only them.

Scrimgeour also saw Link's dangerous situation, and directed the Aurors to focus on Voldemort.

With their delay, Link was able to stalemate with Voldemort for such a long time.

Finally, after being hit head-on by the dragon hunting crossbow again and missing the opportunity to catch Link, Voldemort was furious.

He turned his head and firmly locked on to the Aurors and hunters below. With a violent wave of his arm, a large number of black and red fire arrows drew beautiful arcs in the air like meteor fire rain, covering the position below.

"Quickly use all protection! Block it! Be sure to block it for me!"

Old Klein roared like crazy, the voice was so loud that it was hard to believe that it came from such a small body of his.

The hunters around heard the words and began to gather around the old saints, and the Aurors who had been hiding aside finally moved closer.

Then everyone raised their wands together, and a translucent shield was propped up under the gathering of magic power.

Because the defensive area has become smaller, the shield is obviously much thicker.

But this doesn't make any sense in the face of the absolute strength gap.

Boom boom boom...

Continuous explosions sounded above the shield.

Under such a terrifying attack, the shield and the entire ground trembled constantly.

The hunters hiding under the shield were even more helpless, their faces turned pale, and the magic power that had already been consumed in their bodies was flowing out like a tide.

Seeing that his attack was actually blocked, Voldemort became even more angry.

A smear of blood red began to appear in his pair of golden vertical pupils, and he roared ferociously:

"Ants!"

A huge blood thunder that was several times thicker than before fell suddenly, and directly blasted the shield, together with a dozen Aurors and hunters directly below, into powder.

The expressions on the faces of Newland and Sceffen are hard to describe in human language.

When they were in school, they all firmly believed that they could give everything for their ideals and beliefs, even to the point of death.

But now, the tragic sight in front of them made them start to shake.

War is always cruel.

Are they really ready?

The same voice sounded in the hearts of the two of them, and Newland and Sceffen stood there in a daze, unable to respond.

And above their heads.

Without the protection of the shield, the rain of fire that filled the sky finally fell.

A series of violent explosions sounded on the battlefield, constantly harvesting the lives of the hunters and Aurors.

A red glow suddenly shot out from the side, splitting in two in mid-air, severely knocking Newland and Sceffen flying, and at the same time forcibly helping them avoid a ball of black and red fireballs.

The severe pain finally woke them up.

They looked at the source of the attack blankly, but saw Emily, who was drenched in sweat, gave them a cold glance, moved her lips slightly, then turned her head and continued to fight back upwards.

Sceffen had learned lip-reading, so he knew what Emily was talking about—trash.

"So I'm just a piece of trash."

Sceffen smiled wryly and started talking to himself.

Sceffen only felt that Emily's description of them was deep in his bones.

If he insisted on making any changes on this, it would probably be——self-righteous waste.

A feeling called despair pervaded Sceffen's heart.

But at this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Newland not far away running like crazy, rolling and crawling.

"Ah, are you going to be a deserter?"

Sceffen whispered in a voice that only he could hear, but his face rarely showed any sarcasm.

While smiling wryly, he looked in the direction of Newland's progress, but his expression froze the next moment.

Because what Newland ran to was not some unknown escape route, or some strong vault, but the cave where the Australian Opaleye was located.

Sceffen's mouth opened slowly.

As if he suddenly thought of something, there was light in his darkened eyes again.

"Wait... ahem, let's go together!"

Sceffen roared suddenly, propped himself up with the iron sword, and ran after Newland.

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the other side of the camp.

Scrimgeour swung his wand to block a fireball for the subordinates beside him.

Afterwards, he ignored the subordinate who was frightened and delirious, and stammered thanks. He lowered his head and took out a porcelain teapot tied with a thin silver thread from his pocket.

This is the collection of the Department of Mysteries.

A special Portkey.

At the same time, it was also the culprit that triggered a large-scale magical disaster.

Since its birth, it has crazily devoured everything within a radius of 3 kilometers around it, and even its creator was not spared.

It took two full weeks for the Amnestic Cancellation Command and the Reversal of Accidental Magic Incident Team to completely eliminate the impact of this incident.

Undeniably, this was a recipe for disaster.

But at the same time, it is also an artifact called BUG.

As long as the lid of the pot is opened to a reasonable extent, it can take at least 20 people for an ultra-long-distance random teleportation, and its effect will not be affected by any space restrictions at all.

The only problem is that.

In the face of such extremely unstable things, it is difficult for you to define what range is 'reasonable'.

And once you open the lid too much, the scene at the beginning of its birth will reappear, and the powerful spatial turbulence will completely get out of control, strangling everything around it.

Scrimgeour's expression was extremely complicated.

He looked at the teapot in his hand, then raised his eyes to look at the hunters and Aurors around him who were dying under the attack of fire and rain, and the hesitation in his eyes gradually became firmer.

Although I am very sorry for these 'robbers' who let them go at a critical moment, and although the cowardly behavior of abandoning their teammates before the battle is embarrassing, but in order for the Auror army to continue, it can only be done like that.

call--

Taking a deep breath, Scrimgeour hooked his wand, and the remaining ten or so Aurors around were pulled to his side by a huge force, sticking to him tightly.

Then the thin silver line on the teapot disintegrated instantly.

Scrimgeour clasped the thumb of his left hand hard, and the teapot was opened a small crack.

After a brief silence, an invisible strange energy instantly enveloped the entire area where Scrimgeour and the others were.

This kind of energy feels very weird, as if someone used a pair of scissors to cut off that area from the world.

Immediately afterwards, the area began to twist around the teapot.

The space is constantly collapsing and compressing, and finally everything, including the teapot itself, is absorbed by the thin slit on the teapot.

After a few seconds.

Over an unnamed beach thousands of miles away.

Scrimgeour and the Aurors appear out of nowhere.

They fell in free fall on the gravel beach on the shore.

The sharp rocks cut through their skin and sliced ​​through their flesh, and the blood began to spread from beneath them.

But even so, this group of people still didn't respond.

They just lay crookedly on the gravel, their bodies trembling constantly, and vomit spewed out of their mouths—the bad teleportation experience of the taboo teapot had already destroyed their balance system!

Scrimgeour's condition is relatively good.

At least he remained conscious and knew to press the lid of that teapot tightly, preventing the worst from actually happening.

After a long time, Scrimgeour finally struggled to get up.

Tremblingly, he put the teapot into his arms, and took off a piece of gravel embedded in the flesh and blood from his face, and then looked at the subordinates around him with a wry smile.

The loss is really too serious.

Even if they were lucky enough to use the forbidden object-teapot correctly.

However, the extremely unstable turbulence during the transmission still took the lives of 8 of their team members.

Right now, there are less than 10 Aurors surviving beside him.

And after these survivors have experienced such a terrifying battle, how many of them are willing to continue fighting in the name of Auror?

The Auror army has already existed in name only...

Scrimgeour's laughter grew louder and more mournful.

Smiling and laughing, muddy tears fell from the corners of his eyes, mixed with blood, like tears of blood.

More than ten years of painstaking efforts were ruined at once, and the feeling here is hard to describe.

But at the next moment, the stern laughter stopped abruptly.

"I can't give up yet!" Scrimgeour said to himself in a hoarse voice, "I want to go back to the Ministry of Magic, I want to rebuild the Auror army, I want... to pass back the news of Voldemort's resurrection!"

After saying that, Scrimgeour seemed to pick himself up again.

Trembling, he took out a large pile of potions from his arms, first poured a bottle on his face, then bent down, and began to check the injuries of these surviving team members one by one...

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