94 Diagon Alley - Chapter 250

     Say it yourself.

    “Flying sand and stone! Thunder explosion!” The blue flame wrapped around the stone successfully slowed the Death Eaters, but after a few seconds they solved the little trouble. But this attack also left Gwen without his last refuge.

    “The tail is finally exposed, right? Dirty little mouse.” Avery said to Gwen, showing his yellow teeth. The latter immediately gave him a stun spell.

    The ugly Death Eater flicked his wand away with ease.

    “Are you tickling me?” he said, “Let me teach you how to use magic, gouging your bones!”

    “Don’t waste time, Avery!” Dolokhov and the other Death Eaters had already run far away, shouting at him, “Just kill her!”

    “I don’t think so, Dolohov.” A gentle voice seemed to descend from heaven, and Gwen, who was ready to die, immediately regained his confidence.

    It was Lupin who showed up with a small group of members of the Order of the Phoenix.

    Hathja Jones, a black-haired, pink-cheeked witch knocked off Avery’s wand, “Get up, Ollivander.”

    Gwen took advantage of the Death Eater’s wand and managed to knock him down with a spell he had learned in D.A. and quickly threw the one-handed guy into the slime in the swamp.

    “Gwen, go back to the castle, leave the playground to us.” Lupin said to his former student while using a tricky spell to deal with the enemy.

    “There are still many Death Eaters in the Forbidden Forest. You all need help, I have to stay.” Gwen stood up with Hai Sijia’s arm, her legs were weak just now.

    “Lupin is right, we don’t care about you now…” Hai Sijia used another super armor to block the curse on the opposite side.

    “Don’t worry about me, I can always help.” Gwen’s legs finally stopped shaking, and she cast all the spells she had learned at a very fast pace. “Quickly imprisoned! Torn apart! Left and right separated! Burning hot! Damn it, armor!”

    Although four or five members of the Order of the Phoenix held back many Death Eaters, a group of dark wizards who had just come out of the Forbidden Forest passed through the defense line of the playground and attacked the castle.

    “Enough, I don’t have time to play with you.” Dolokhov is a wizard with a long, twisted face. He seems to have a good knowledge of duels and is extremely fierce. “Avada Kedavra!”

    “Lupin—” Dedalo Diggle exclaimed.

    At the critical moment, all the wizards of the Order of the Phoenix on the playground were lifted into the air by bubbles glowing with golden light, Lupin wiped the edge of the Killing Curse again and escaped.

    “What’s that?” said Rookwood savagely, constantly shooting the spell at the bubble, but there was no response.

    Soon, the bubbles put them down, shrinking until they became like a close-fitting piece of armor. If the phantom body curse was someone knocking a cold egg from the top of her head, at this moment Gwen felt like she was bathed in warm sunlight, as if no one could hurt her.

    “Remus!” Tonks, also covered in golden light, ran towards them from the other side of the playground.

    “You shouldn’t have come!” Lupin said through the protection of the mysterious armor, his expression excited and worried, “Teddy needs you.”

    “He would sleep until dawn, snoring like his father.” Tonks regained his energy after seeing his husband, which made Rookwood’s face pale. “The one who needs me now is you!”

    “This is fun,” Gwen said to a masked Death Eater, “You know, I learned a lot of great spells when I was in school—not black magic, but It won’t feel good either.”

    A white light shot, Gwen’s wand smoked, and tiny tentacles sprouted from the Death Eater’s bare skin, smelling of burnt hide.

    “Hairy spell plus soft foot spell, my boyfriend taught me.” Gwen said proudly, but in the next second, Dolokhov, who turned back, used magic to throw it into the sky , fell **** a pile of pumpkins.

    The Death Eaters have found a way to deal with the mysterious armor, which stops most spells, but not the shock of the explosion. So the members of the Order of the Phoenix on the playground were quickly forced closer and closer to the castle.

    When Gwen wakes up from the pumpkin pile, there will be no more dueling wizards in the playground. She didn’t know that the battlefield was moved to the school? Or something else…more horrific happened.

    Gwen felt like his head was about to explode, the bone in his left arm must have been broken, and he sprained his neck. The retractable ear in his pocket was a little hot, and Gwen endured the pain and took it out, then remembered that he still had a task.

    [The final battle is coming, Gwen. I need you to find Professor Snape as soon as you find out that he has been summoned by Voldemort alone. If my hunch is correct, maybe this can save a great soul.

    But you need to keep yourself safe first.

    A.P.W.B.D.]

    The parchment scroll says so.

    Gwen never understood how she could help Professor Snape, what else could she do if he was killed by Voldemort’s overly skilled Death Curse?

    A whisper came from the telescopic ear.

    “Where is Draco? Severus, where is my son?” The hoarse voice trembled slightly, it must be Lucius Malfoy.

    “He’s braver than you, fighting in the castle,” said Severus Snape in his recognizable cello bass.

    “You promised to protect him! If he was…” Lucius said angrily.

    “As long as he’s at Hogwarts, it’ll be fine.” Snape seemed quite sure.

    After a moment of silence, Lucius Malfoy suddenly said slowly in a strange tone, “The Dark Lord has summoned you, he has something to do with you, you know where to find him .”

    What should come is still here, Gwen closed his eyes and listened for a while, it should be the sound of Snape shuttling in the woods. After she was sure she couldn’t hear any more useful information, she could only come to the conclusion that Voldemort was no longer with his Death Eaters.

    Gwen struggled to his feet from the rotten pumpkins, feeling that there was no pain in his body. Her left rib twitched painfully when she inhaled, and her mouth was full of blood.

    At this moment, she noticed that the ground began to shake, and a giant twenty feet tall ran toward the playground on two tree-trunk-like, hairy calves.

    “No-no-no!” someone shouted, “No! Fred! No!”

    Percy rocked his brother.

    The world is over, why hasn’t the battle stopped, the castle has not fallen into a terrifying silence, and no one has laid down their weapons? Harry’s mind was in free fall, spinning uncontrollably, not understanding this incredible thing, Fred Weasley couldn’t have happened, all Harry’s senses must be deceiving him—

    Is the man on the Astronomy Tower Dumbledore? Wouldn’t there have been so many casualties if he had appeared a second earlier?

    At this moment, a figure passed through the blasted gap in the outer wall, and many spells were shot at them from the darkness, hitting the wall behind their heads.

    “Crouch!” Harry shouted, and another batch of spells flew from the night sky. He and Ron grabbed Hermione and dragged her to the ground at the same time, but Percy lay on top of Fred, shielding his brother from further harm. Harry yelled, “Percy, let’s go, we have to leave!” But Percy just shook his head.

    “Percy!” Harry saw the sludge on Ron’s face being flushed out by tears, and saw Ron grabbing his brother’s shoulder and pulling hard, but Percy refused to Moved. “Percy, there’s nothing you can do for him! We’re going to—”

    “Don’t… shake me…” Fred’s confinement lips slowly opened, and he said intermittently, “I’m going to vomit.”

    “Bless Merlin!” Percy yelled, hugging Fred. Ron hurriedly pulled his brothers to hide behind a falling wall, lest they be attacked by the spell.

    “He left too much blood,” Hermione’s Iron Charm blocked the Weasley boys and quickly checked Fred’s injury. “God, where’s his ears?” Hermione shrieked, and Harry turned to see why she was screaming.

    Fred Weasley’s left side was bloodied—only a hole, to be exact.

    “It must have been blown away just now.” Percy said with some difficulty breathing, pressing **** his brother’s wound.

    “Find his ears!” Ron also shouted, “Fred’s ears fly—”

    “Don’t move, you’re going to make him lose his other ear!” Hermione shouted to stop Ron’s reckless behavior, and first helped Fred stop the bleeding. But he doesn’t seem to be alone in this wound.

    “How do you feel, Fred.” Percy asked.

    “As I said, I’m going to throw up.” Fred said weakly, coughing up a little blood.

    “He must have hit his head–and guts!” Hermione explained. “Healing! Healing! Damn! Why can’t I stop the nosebleed–ah!”

    The witch screamed again in horror, Ron looked back, his face was even paler than Fred lying on the ground.

    A giant spider the size of a car was crawling in through a gaping hole in the wall: a descendant of Aragog also took part in the battle.

     Ron and Harry shouted at the same time, the two spells collided, and the giant spider was knocked back, its legs twitching horribly and disappearing into the darkness.

    “It brought accomplices!” Harry exclaimed to the others. He looked out of the castle through the hole in the wall where the spell blew up, and many giant spiders climbed up from the outside of the wall. must