Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

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The Dark Lord is coming!

To be honest, there are not a lot of wizards in Hogwarts today, but those who have the strength and courage to resist the darkness are really not one in ten.

Most ordinary wizards immediately thought of running away.

However, within the confines of Hogwarts, apparation is not available, and they may not be able to run if they want to. Because of Voldemort's attack this time, the momentum and scale are quite astonishing.

As Maca expected, the main force of the attack was the Black Dead—those guys whose souls had been eroded by the Bewitching Monument. They all turned into meteors surrounded by black air, and charged towards Hogwarts fiercely.

The number of those Black Death Apostles is astonishing, Maca is only a rough estimate, there are hundreds of them. You know, each of these guys is able to resist the existence of more than a dozen ordinary adult wizards.

During this period, Voldemort's underground activities have been going on. Even though the members of the Order of the Phoenix were always fighting against them, he still gathered so many victims after all.

If it weren't for the fact that most of the Black Death disciples couldn't retain much sanity, they would be a group of terrifying combat forces that would make the magic world fear in the hearts of the whole world.

Under the command of Minerva McGonagall, several professors stretched their wands over their heads together, and while pointing at the sky above the castle, they released a series of defensive and powerful spells.

These spells are all based on area protection spells, superimposed and spliced ​​together, covering the entire castle in the form of a hemispherical protective barrier.

It is worth mentioning that Slughorn, who was wearing a flamboyant bright green robe, also extended his wand at this time. His spell level is not ordinary, with his help, this layer of barrier has become thicker and thicker.

Those black dead are flying fast, and time is running out.

We can understand guests who don't want to participate in the war, please enter the castle in an orderly manner... Professor McGonagall was leading most of the terrified wizards to the castle, Please don't panic, please believe that we can handle it.

Regardless of whether it is really possible to deal with it or not, at least it is necessary to stabilize everyone's emotions first. If you can't help, then please don't make trouble—of course, you can't say it so bluntly.

While most of the people were busy, Maca was standing in the snow in the vestibule, with his head raised, as if he was searching for the existence of a certain figure. It's just that he didn't want to be idle, but stretched out his staff in unison to help the professors increase the defensive ability of the barrier.

As long as the power of rules is not used, his magic power is still more than enough, not to mention that he is just doing it right now, and his mind is still on other places.

It didn't take long for those black dead disciples to quickly cross a distance of several miles and hit the barrier heavily.

This time the impact was firmly transmitted to every wizard who cast the protective spell, and the barrier immediately twisted like a balloon. If it weren't for the fact that everyone had accumulated a lot of defensive power, the first attack would have been broken in one fell swoop.

At this moment, Maca seemed to have noticed something suddenly, and glanced back.

In fact, he didn't need to look much, he saw old Mr. Scamander opened his old suitcase, and all kinds of exotic animals were constantly crawling out of the box.

Among them, the largest number is Graling, which is a species of Pegasus, with a gray body and extremely fast speed. Their reproductive ability is not strong, and I don't know how Scamander cultivated so many of them.

The largest ones are three griffins and one sphinx. They originated from Greece and Egypt respectively. Although the Ministry of Magic considered them not to be extremely dangerous and classified them as xxxx level, they would not lose to Fire Dragon in terms of combat ability.

Seeing that all kinds of magical animals were still drilling out, Maca blinked,

He cast his gaze into the air again. If he looked any further, he could witness the moment when Hogwarts became a zoo of exotica.

If Scamander can really command these magical animals, it can also become a considerable combat force.

In mid-air, the Black Death Apostles flew up again after a round of charged impact, and launched successive attacks against the protective barrier. In the face of the impact of hundreds of black dead, the protective barrier is like a balloon that is not fully inflated, and may be completely broken at any time.

Maca intends to let those elves take action, but it's not the time yet. The magic power of the elves is not unlimited, and we need to wait a little longer before letting them show up.

At least, they cannot be wasted on temporary defense.

At this moment, a burst of heavy footsteps sounded from the main entrance of the castle. The footsteps sounded like thousands of horses and horses, but they were uniform, and each step was stepped on at the same point in time.

Maca knew that Professor McGonagall had brought all the guests back to the castle. Those footsteps were one of Hogwarts Castle's known surviving defensive spells, Knights of the Stone Statue.

In theory, every wizard who is proficient in transfiguration can animate 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, you can't do it with just one spell.

All statues and armor inside and outside Hogwarts Castle are fixed with ancient magic, and once a master of transformation activates them, they can automatically fight to protect Hogwarts.

Professor McGonagall will close the door when all the stone statues are out of the castle. And when that time comes, the opportunity in Maca's heart will come.

When should I ask? That is of course the time to show Hogwarts' strength in front of all the guests today!

Everyone, get ready to retreat to the castle at any time. Maca turned back and said, Mr. Scamander, please take all your little friends to the back door. I think there needs to be guarded there.

He also didn't expect that the old man would release so many magical animals, but you know, it's easy to release, but it's not so easy to take them back. Right now, he can only move him to a place.

Okay, I'll take them to guard the back door!

Although the old man is very old, his body is still strong. He turned over and climbed onto the back of a Gelaring Pegasus, and Xilulu flew away quickly, followed by a large group of animals of various shapes.

Is there anyone outside the castle who hasn't returned? Maca asked again.

Before he could finish his sentence and wait for others to answer, he suddenly turned his head to look at the sky. And at this moment, a group of black flames suddenly approached from afar, dragging its long tail and slammed into the barrier.

With a crackling sound, the protective barrier finally couldn't hold it anymore, and it shattered with a bang.

go back!

Except for Maca, all the wizards maintaining the barrier staggered back a few steps, and the weaker astronomy professor Sinistra and Muggle studies professor Bubbaji even fell down on the snow.

The blizzard that was originally blocked by the barrier rushed towards Hogwarts again. Those who were mixed in the flying snow were groups of black dead disciples.

Maca looked at the black flame flying in the front, felt the restless power in it, and nodded secretly.

He had confirmed the identity of the visitor, and it was undoubtedly Voldemort himself. It's just that the time has not come yet, and he still has to wait——when they get close enough!

The professors hurried back to the castle according to the previously agreed plan, and the gate was quickly closed. Even though the Stone Statue Knights hadn't all been released yet, time didn't allow Mag to do so.

Boom boom boom boom...

A series of smashing sounds suddenly sounded, and a large number of Black Death disciples finally landed. Although Voldemort, transformed into a black flame, flew in the forefront, he stood among the black dead disciples when he landed, and looked at Maca coldly across the swirling black air.

It seemed that the Dark Lord had suffered enough losses and finally became cautious.

McLean, we haven't seen each other for a while. His tone was quite calm, but the hatred and killing intent lurking in it couldn't be concealed.

Voldemort, are you here to attend Dumbledore's funeral? Maca asked casually.

He was asking questions, and his eyes were looking directly at Voldemort, but his attention was not properly placed on Voldemort, and he was still sensing everything around him.

At the funeral? Me? Voldemort snorted coldly, What do you think?

Anyway, you are also one of Professor Dumbledore's students, aren't you? Maca said perfunctorily, You see, we are all the same, we were all students at Hogwarts.

He never regarded me as his student, Voldemort stood on the spot, and did not act first, even his black dead disciples stopped, just surrounded Maca, I just It's just a prop for him—a prop for him to show off his hypocrisy, understand?

That's just you thinking about it yourself. Is there any evidence to prove it? Maca shrugged, but frowned slightly.

He was delaying time for his own preparations; but judging from Voldemort's performance after landing, it seemed that he was also delaying time. Otherwise, with Voldemort's current cautiousness, how could he stand and chat with him in such a cooperative manner?

In the case that both sides may have a backhand, it depends on whose backhand is stronger.

...Do you still need to prove it? Voldemort suddenly sneered, his whole body was covered by black flames, but people couldn't see his current expression clearly, During my school days, I won the certificate for myself and for Hogwarts. I have won so many honors, but that old man Dumbledore has been staring at me—does he think I can't find out? He never trusted me!

Upon hearing this, Maca looked at him carefully, then shook his head.

You form a gang at Hogwarts, and you use your classmates as servants and tools, but tell me, how can you trust me?

Just this sentence seemed to tell Voldemort that Maca's understanding of him was not limited to the rumors.