Chapter 345 Sneak Attack

The red flame disappeared in the hall, and the black flame was summoned into the void again. It had the same shape as an ordinary flame, but it had no heat.

A faint black-red light shone.

"Fiery!" Professor McGonagall gasped, and when she was shocked, the scene changed again.

The cold air in the air began to condense, and light blue icy air appeared at this time, and then slammed into the strange flames.

It is said that the fierce fire that cannot be extinguished by conventional methods is now imprisoned in a thick layer of ice. The ice cubes melt rapidly, but the cover grows like life.

Fire, frost, gust of wind, water, metal, deformation, space migration, all the magic that can be used are presented alternately in the hands of the two of them.

The duel that symbolizes the highest level of the wizarding world is displayed in the eyes of everyone. Perhaps decades ago, the duel that determined the future of the wizarding world was also the same as today.

Can not help but make people fascinated.

Harry looked worriedly at the duel in front of him, not knowing how to remind Dumbledore that the people they were present couldn't intervene at all and couldn't stop the duel.

"Hiss." Harry took a breath and covered his forehead with his hands.

No one noticed him.

Harry felt that at this time, his scar suddenly exploded, and the unimaginable pain, if you want to describe it, is that a sharp blade was stabbed into his chest, plunged into his heart, and carved hard.

Fortunately, the unbearable pain of life only lasted for a moment, and it subsided as quickly as the tide faded.

Then he discovered a fact.

He is blind.

No, it was his illusion that he was blind, and he could still see everything in front of him.

It's just that the information received by the eyes is no longer colorful and no longer has color.

Only the black and white world remains.

Not far away, the alternating or splendid or simple magic collided, and those sharp wind blades and rising flames intersected, disintegrating and overflowing. In his eyes, he could see all the magic. The surge of energy, all the fancy and not fancy spells seemed to be broken down into tiny, tiny particles.

Gather at will with the control of the sorcerer,

And then scattered.

That is the source of everything.

Harry seems to understand why Dumbledore is so powerful, because his understanding of magic is very high.

Hands-on with everything.

Then he suddenly realized why he suddenly possessed such a powerful ability.

That feeling of being in control made him swell, and he felt like he was in control.

A frantic killing intent rose from his heart.

Harry subconsciously realized that something was wrong, but there was no way to suppress it.

This is not a spiritual invasion by Voldemort.

The trajectories of the two Apparitions emerged and reflected in his green eyes.

As a pure observer, this gave him enough energy to speculate.

to predict.

Harry raised his wand in horror.

Slowly and lightly, he aimed at a clearing, which he guessed Dumbledore's next foothold.

Only then did Harry realize that his arms were no longer under his control.

"Ah..." He began to sing the incantation that symbolized death and was extremely evil

"No, no!" cried Harry's heart.

But the bytes of the spell still slowly popped out of his mouth uncontrollably.

"Except your weapons!"

Harry tried his best to deflect his wand, and the spell was replaced by a disarming spell at the last minute.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

He saw with his own eyes the light coming from the tip of his wand, and shot it out quickly, hitting the chest of the centaurs who were fighting with the dwarves, and emitting a characteristic clang of metal slamming.

Just as he relaxed, he found that his eyesight had recovered, and the scene in front of him suddenly returned to color.

Harry hurriedly looked back, looking at the direction he had predicted just now, and found that there was nothing there.

But the corner of his eye caught Harry's heart and his stomach began to churn.

Dumbledore didn't know when he was hit, his old body began to fall, and his long silver beard stood up straight with the rushing air.

The white robe rattled.

From this angle, they could not see the expression of the old man, but only saw Dumbledore's hands hanging down weakly.

I don't know where the wand in my hand went.

Was he struck by Grindelwald's spell?

Harry wanted to rush over, but Hermione's sleeves were pulled tightly behind her. Her eyes were full of tears, she bit her lip, and shook her head at Harry.

Below him is the death hall that was opened up.

The veil, which symbolizes the interval between life and death, is quietly waiting for a living being to leave the world.

Fox let out a clear murmur, and the golden firebird flew out of the wide cuff when Dumbledore's body was about to be completely engulfed by the curtain.

The always wise divine bird had been hiding in Dumbledore's body just now, but it didn't play the role it should have.

At the most critical moment, it abandoned its owner.

Maybe it can't be called abandonment, it's just as a creature, using his instinct to survive.

In the end, the old man's body fell into the worn-out curtain hanging on the arch without any resistance.

The veil fluttered for a while, as if a gust of wind had just blown, and then returned to its previous appearance.

Everyone was stunned, looking at the scene in front of them in disbelief.

This turn of events was so abrupt.

So much so that almost everyone lost the ability to think.

The two armies that were on equal footing just now lost their master's control, and one of them slumped in an instant, and was slaughtered one-sidedly like chopping melons and vegetables.

The goblin wielded a huge and hard hammer, violently knocked over his enemy, and stepped on it with his strong legs and feet.

this time--

The golden centaur couldn't pick up his head, which had fallen on the ground, and put it back.

A burst of infiltrating, hoarse laughter suddenly spread throughout the room.

Voldemort!

The man's figure first appeared in a translucent state, and then gradually condensed into a solid body in mid-air, playing with the wand he had just snatched from Dumbledore.

"Mr. Potter, the savior, it seems that my Disarming Charm is more powerful." Voldemort rubbed his trophy with his slender and pale fingers with satisfaction, immersed in the comfortable hand feeling intoxicated.

Dumbledore was hit by Voldemort's Disarming Curse, and the latter didn't use the Death Curse, which he was best at, for another reason.

For the Elder Wand.

But now it looks like it's killing two birds with one stone.

"The elder of death, the symbol of invincibility," he murmured.

He is still confused about wand restraint.

After he went to Durmstrang to kill Karkaroff to vent his anger, he looted the library there by the way, trying to find evidence about the restraint of the wand, and a way to crack it.

Got nothing.

Rather, it would be really strange if he did find it.