The Strongest Badger at Hogwarts

Scrimgeour is a very strong man.

This can be seen from the fact that he is obviously a little lame, but he still refuses to use crutches or a gentleman's cane. Instead, he chooses to spend a lot of time and perseverance to change his walking posture into that weird and chic appearance.

Right now, Scrimgeour was striding towards Link with that kind of stride.

"Link Foley! I think your plan to force Voldemort to appear by killing prisoners has failed! That guy Voldemort killed brutally, and he is so inhuman. In danger!"

Before anyone arrived, Scrimgeour's voice had already passed.

Link looked at Scrimgeour with a smile, shook his head and said:

"You are wrong, Mr. Scrimgeour. Voldemort did kill brutally, but he has not completely disregarded the life and death of his subordinates. This is the same whether it is from an emotional point of view or a purely pros and cons. After all, cultivating a group of loyal and useful subordinates is not a small project."

Link paused, then continued:

"What's more, Voldemort is quite arrogant! Perhaps in your eyes, the memory hall is full of dangers, and there is absolutely no danger of returning. But in Voldemort's view, this may not be a big deal at all.

And even if Voldemort really doesn't care about the life and death of his subordinates, I believe he must still care about this. "

As he spoke, Link took out the prophecy ball from his pocket.

Seeing this, Scrimgeour's eyes lit up.

He understood what Link meant almost instantly.

Voldemort may indeed have regarded life and death as nothing, but it was for other people.

But for himself, he cherished his life very much.

In order to escape the pursuit of the god of death, he even arranged a Horcrux and a resurrection circle.

And now the prophecy ball in Link's hand contains an important prophecy that can determine Voldemort's life and death.

Facing such an important item, it was impossible for Voldemort not to do it.

Scrimgeour nodded, his expression became a little joyful.

Unfortunately, this joy did not stay on Scrimgeour's face for too long.

Because Scrimgeour suddenly found Sander standing behind Link.

Of course, it is impossible for Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror office, to know Sander, the soldier.

So to be precise, Scrimgeour recognized the uniform that Sander was wearing.

The neat and serious Auror uniform appeared behind Link at this moment, which made Scrimgeour feel extremely dazzling.

Scrimgeour stared at Sander with stern eyes that were almost terrifying.

This is his specialty. Almost all the aura cultivated by him in a high position has been integrated into this look. Ordinary people and Aurors will be paralyzed and at a loss just by looking at him with this look.

But now, Sander doesn't seem to care.

He just stared at Neville not far away with piercing eyes, and looked at Link with admiring eyes from time to time, but he just ignored Scrimgeour, his nominal immediate boss.

He had already learned about Neville's tragedy from the students around him.

Therefore, he was quite in favor of having Neville carry out the execution.

If possible, he would even try to persuade Neville not to execute him too quickly, and try to prolong the process as long as possible.

Because only in this way can those beasts better taste the fear of approaching death.

His own previous execution was a little too hasty.

Although he also experienced a hearty feeling of refreshment during this process, Sander always felt that it was too cheap for those beasts to just give the other party death in this way.

Just as Sander was thinking wildly, planning how the execution would be carried out if it were him, Neville finally raised his wand.

The noisy people held their breaths and stared.

Under everyone's gaze, a red glow gradually brewed from the tip of Neville's staff.

"Bones to pieces!"

Boom——

The scarlet light flashed away.

Its bright brilliance leaves no doubt about the destructive power of this spell.

After all, the nature of the spell is somewhat similar to that of a gun.

Even a low-grade wizard student holding a wand and releasing an offensive spell such as smashing bones can kill people.

But the key point is that the accuracy of this spell is not very good.

It didn't hit Bellatrix's main body at all, but just exploded on her side, leaving several deep wounds on Bellatrix's left arm.

"Oh! Neville!"

Harry in the crowd couldn't help shouting.

The sound hit Neville's ears and made his face feel hot.

Because the yell sounded so much like his grandma's voice after he'd screwed up.

What's worse, Neville's attack finally made Bellatrix, who was in a mad state, aware of Neville's existence.

She stared at Neville with a pair of bloodshot scarlet eyes, and suddenly smiled and said:

"You look... like... ah, I think of it, you are a child of the Longbottom family, right? People in your family basically look exactly the same, especially you and your father, you are almost carved out of the same mold This is really nostalgic. I still remember your father and your mother hugging each other, struggling and screaming. You should be able to imagine that scene? After all, I heard that the two of them did not die, but Crazy got locked up in St Mungo's, they do that all the time in the wards there. If you haven't seen it, you really should. It's my greatest piece of art, you won't be disappointed ..."

Listening to Bellatrix's chatter, Neville's face quickly turned from red to white, and then from white to blue, and finally formed a strange blue-black color.

Neville had indeed seen the scene Bellatrix described.

In St. Mungo's ward, his parents fell down and hugged each other whenever he got sick.

That's not a normal hug between lovers.

It was a hysterical, misplaced hug that seemed to want to rub the other person into his body!

In this embrace, the father is always on top, with his back to the others.

Neville had always been terrified of such a scene as a child.

Because his parents sometimes drag him over when they hug, and they are firmly sandwiched between them.

It made him feel suffocated!

But when he gets older he'll understand.

This kind of hug is actually a kind of protection!

The father was protecting the mother, and wanted to save the mother from being tortured by the Cruciatus Curse a few times.

The parents, on the other hand, are protecting his son.

He was sandwiched between the two to prevent attacks from any direction from falling on him.

This is the core strength for Neville to persist on the difficult road of life!

No matter what kind of humiliation he suffers, he can bear it, because he knows that his parents love him deeply.

But at this moment, Bellatrix, the guy who caused the tragedy of his life, was actually joking about it, calling it... art?

Neville's body was trembling, the blood vessels on his forehead were bulging, and his eyes were stained with blood due to the rapid congestion.

At this moment, he instinctively thought of Professor Moody.

The former Auror hero had given them a lesson on the three Unforgivable Curses.

In the class, I gave a brief overview of the skills of casting the death curse.

Professor Moody also told them contemptuously that even if all the casting skills were given to them, the Killing Curse they cast would only make people nosebleed at best.

But now Neville wanted to try. Valley

Let's see if this black magic most commonly used by Death Eaters can kill the demon in front of us!

Neville's wand was raised again.

Hatred wrapped in magic power condensed on the tip of his staff, and soon transformed into an ominous green light!

"Oh my god! Am I right? Neville, is he trying to..."

Harry couldn't help but blinked and murmured.

The green light in front of him is so familiar to him!

That's a killing curse!

"No! Neville! That's an Unforgivable Curse!"

Ron and the rest of the D.A. Army members have already shouted out.

They did support Neville's personal revenge, but not in the way of using the Killing Curse.

These cries reached Neville's ears, but they couldn't shake Neville's will in the slightest.

Of course he knew the consequences of using the Killing Curse.

This is the Unforgivable Curse, and after using it, you will be imprisoned in Azkaban.

Not to mention using it in front of the Director of the Magic Law Enforcement Department!

But he doesn't care!

All he wanted now was to kill Bellatrix with the Killing Curse!

Under the coercion of his strong hatred, the usually viscous and extremely disobedient magic power in his body is running at an unprecedented speed.

It was something Neville had never experienced before.

Neville could even feel the cheerful emotions conveyed to him by the magicians through the wand.

This made the corners of Neville's mouth rise slightly.

"Really? You think so too, right? This kind of scum should be killed in this way!"

Neville said excitedly.

And the crazily bulging green magic light group at the tip of the staff also set off a gust of wind, blowing Neville's bangs, as if in response to Neville's question.

Neville's arm finally stopped shaking. He aimed his wand at Bellatrix who was still chattering, and began to chant the spell slowly:

"Avada Kedavra!"

Under the desperate gaze of Harry and others, a dazzling green light shot out.

Its brightness is even brighter than those cast by ordinary Death Eaters.

This is the power of hatred!

However, at this moment, a bright red blood thunder fell from the sky, completely smashing the green light away in an instant!

Immediately afterwards, the deafening explosion sounded into the ears of everyone.

Everyone was stunned by this scene.

The afterimage of the bloody thunder just now still stays in their field of vision.

Link, who was not far away, pulled out his wand and said with a smile:

"Wow! It seems that between the prophecy ball and the life and death of his subordinates, our Lord Dark Lord finally chose the lives of his subordinates. This is really rare, but why does he only appear when Bellatrix is ​​about to die? Mr Scrimgeour, is there any possibility that those rumors about Voldemort and Bellatrix are true?"

Hearing this, Scrimgeour's face turned black.

In his opinion, it was a complete humiliation for Link to ask him this kind of question.

Link apparently didn't expect Scrimgeour to actually answer either.

As soon as he finished speaking, his whole body turned into an afterimage, rushing towards Neville's direction.

After fighting Voldemort so many times, Link really knows Voldemort's fighting style very well.

Now that Voldemort has made a move, he must not be satisfied with just saving Bellatrix!

Sure enough, immediately after the first blood thunder, another thicker blood thunder fell from the pitch-black zenith.

But this time, its target is the entire D.A. army camp!

"Don't panic! Defensive formation, all combinations are protected by barriers!"

Cedric in the crowd roared and gave orders.

However, facing the fear of death, the long-term training achievements of the members of the D.A. Army have come to naught.

Only a few people responded hastily to Cedric's roar, while more members of the D.A. Army screamed and turned their heads to flee, or stood still.

This made Cedric very anxious.

The scarlet blood thunder came in an instant, and at this critical moment, Link finally appeared in front of Neville and the others.

Under the astonished gaze of everyone, countless translucent magic flames soared into the sky!

boom--

Two strands of the same curse power, but with completely different forms of magic power collided together, and an astonishing magic storm broke out!

The frantic magic power shattered everything, even the space was torn apart, forming a twisted vortex in midair.

A powerful shock wave swept in with loud noise and billowing smoke, repelling all the surrounding Aurors and members of the D.A. Army.

When the smoke and dust cleared, people saw Link standing in front of everyone with a wand in his hand.

In front of Link, there was a huge pit.

The two-meter-thick anti-magic alloy floor in the memory hall has been blown through by the torrent of magic power that detonated earlier, leaving only bright red magma and bright red crystals scattered in the deep pit.

"what!"

There was another hysterical scream.

After everyone heard the reputation, they realized that Neville didn't take advantage of being knocked into the air to escape from the battlefield like everyone else, but rushed towards the other side of the deep pit with his wand held high.

There, Bellatrix and Lucius were protected by a protective shield with a strange gray glow.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Neville roared like crazy, and the ominous green light came out of his hand and shot towards Bellatrix again.

"court death!"

A creepy and deep voice suddenly sounded in the darkness.

Accompanied by that sound, a slender blood thunder exploded again, striking at a rate of fire far exceeding that of the Killing Curse.

It's a pity that Link moved faster.

The tip of Link's staff trembled slightly, and a cursed flame seemed to be alive and turned into a bat in the air. It was the first to hit the blood thunder, and then created a "bat" on the alloy floor of the memory hall. A smaller pit was formed.

Not only that.

At the same time that Fiercefire Bat was born, a faint blue ice crystal arrow also quietly formed, hitting the protective shield protecting Bellatrix and Lucius first.

"Click!"

With a crisp sound, the ice crystal arrow completely shattered.

Driven by inertia, the 'cold poison' contained in it sprayed on the protective cover, corroding a big hole in the cover almost instantly.

Immediately afterwards, Neville's Killing Curse finally arrived.

It precisely penetrated the corroded hole in the mask, and poured into Bellatrix's brain!