Chapter 254 The Crisis Revealed

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The bright blue flames on the Black Death's body are completely fueled by magic power. They are attached to the black air around the Black Death's body, and the high consumption of magic power makes it infinitely powerful.

This is the latest model of the Fiery Flame bottle developed by Maca. Because it uses the fire dragon's lava gland capsule, the cost has become extremely high.

As the saying goes, if there is no sale, there is no killing. The birth of each vial means that a pure and lovely fire dragon has been ruthlessly killed.

At this moment, the Black Death Apostle was lying on the ground completely unable to move, and his body was exhausted due to the exhaustion of magic power, and the flames were gradually extinguished.

Moody leaned against the wall, panting heavily. The strength of the Black Death Apostle was particularly tyrannical. The punch just now had completely smashed his shoulder.

"G... Granger," Old Moody moved his body with difficulty, but the severe pain in his left shoulder made it difficult for him to sit up straight. "What was that just now? It looks like... Fiendfyre?"

"It was given to me by Maca, a potion." Hermione hurried to Moody, looked at his almost completely collapsed and twisted shoulders in horror, and said hurriedly, "Shut up, Professor Moody ... There is also a bottle of potion for healing wounds here, you should drink it first."

This bottle of healing potion was the same as the one used to save Luna in the second project, and it was even filled from the same pot.

Maca gave her a total of three bottles of potions as birthday presents. She had expected that the top three would not be peaceful, so she gave them to Hermione, who was accidentally selected as a warrior, for self-defense and life-saving.

But who knows, it's all about Mad-Eye Moody now.

Moody took the potion bottle unceremoniously, bit open the cork with his teeth, and drank it with his head shrunk down. There was no way, his shoulder hurt so much that he couldn't lift his neck.

Suddenly, his demonic eyes fluttered, and then suddenly flipped into the eye sockets.

"...Okay, I won't say anything thank you," Moody sighed after drinking the potion, frowning, "Miss Granger, you go back first! It's too dangerous outside now, don't Come out and hang around!"

"But"

"No but!" Moody said impatiently, "That kid McLean told me, this time, none of you run out!"

"Maca?" Hermione raised her eyebrows, ignoring Moody's dissuasion, "Where is Maca? Where did he go? The third project before... Did he not participate?"

"He... what happened today... Does he know all about it?"

When Old Moody heard it, he glanced at her seemingly casually, but there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"You don't need to worry about these things!" He waved his still-movable right hand, urging, "Go back! Go back to the auditorium and inform McGonagall that you are going to start the Knights of the Stone Pier!"

"Knights of the Stone Pier?" Hermione repeated with a dazed look on her face.

"Don't ask me to explain... there is no time, understand?" Moody urged again, "Go back quickly, you will know when the time comes!"

"But teach you"

"I'll be there after I'm resting for a while!" Seeing that Hermione still wanted to continue talking, he simply stretched out his hand and pushed, "Go! Don't you understand? Go!"

Hermione hesitated, moved her steps, and finally turned around and ran into the dark corridor.

Although she didn't know exactly what the "Knights of Stone Pier" was, nor what happened, but she knew that Professor Moody wasn't aimless.

It seems... there are other enemies coming?

Seeing that Hermione had left, old Moody breathed a sigh of relief, and then stood up with his right hand supporting his left arm, holding on to the pain.

He could feel that the bottle of healing potion that Hermione gave him was very effective, but no matter how effective it was, it would take time. But right now...

"Time... seems a bit short."

Old Moody held his slumped left arm, turned around and looked to the left,

The magic eyes in his eye sockets also turned to the front, staring at the corner behind the castle, where normal sight cannot reach.

Immediately afterwards, at the moment when two long hairy feet protruded from the corner, he tightly closed his own eye.

Facts have proved that Alastor Moody, who has been fighting against dark wizards at the forefront all year round, is a real hero. Even though he was already old, he hadn't regressed in the slightest in terms of determination.

"Torn apart."

Moody raised his wand, pointed it at his left shoulder without hesitation, and simply removed the entire left arm.

The bone in his left shoulder was completely broken, and although it wouldn't take much time to wait for the bone to heal, he obviously thought that he had no chance to wait any longer.

To be honest, from Moody's point of view, there is nothing wrong with his judgment. But Moody didn't know that at this moment, as long as he walked through the back door of the castle, he could be protected by Dumbledore's defensive barrier.

An arm with the sleeve of the leather windbreaker slapped to the ground, splashing a few wisps of insignificant dust. Under the action of the powerful healing potion, the wound quickly scabbed and closed.

At the same time, the mysterious enemy at the corner also moved out of the shadows and came under the extraordinarily bright moonlight tonight.

"Hmph! Today's enemies are not the same as those stupid dark wizards in previous years... they are all different!"

Old Moody snorted coldly, the normal right eye was tightly closed, but the magic eye in the left eye socket burst out with the greatest brightness so far, and the blue light pointed straight ahead.

In the field of vision of his magic eye, the precise alchemy array was not affected in the slightest, it immediately sped up and locked onto the enemy's figure firmly.

...

In the auditorium, Harry and Ron were standing obediently in front of Professor McGonagall, accepting questions and reprimands with embarrassing expressions.

Beside them, Filch was already hunched over, watching coldly with his stinking face.

In the middle of the auditorium, most of the little wizards stared at the two of them in surprise, discussing in low voices how they got out from time to time.

Suddenly, with the sound of hurried footsteps, Hermione ran out of the side corridor, panting.

"Teach, teach..."

She seemed to be running in such a hurry that she couldn't even speak clearly.

Everyone was deeply surprised by Hermione's appearance, and Filch stared at her in astonishment with protruding bloodshot eyes.

"What's going on?" Professor McGonagall said with a straight face, "Miss Granger, where have you been? Do you understand that it's really, really dangerous outside now!"

"Professor..." Hermione swallowed, moistened her parched throat, and then waved her hands, "Professor Moody... He asked you to prepare to open Stone... Knights of the Stone Pier!"

"Moody?"

Mag froze for a moment, but it was only for a moment.

She nodded immediately, and then said to Flitwick and other professors: "Leave this to you first, I will go to the main entrance to have a look..."

After the other professors agreed, she immediately set off and walked quickly in the direction of Hermione.

"Stay in the auditorium, don't go anywhere!"

After throwing a word to Hermione, McGonagall brushed past Hermione and hurried towards the hall.

"Hermione...you...were you discovered by someone too?"

When Hermione also came to the door of the auditorium, Ron looked at her hesitantly, and asked a question cautiously, but Hermione stared mercilessly.

"Do you think I'll be like you guys! I've always been reckless..." She crossed her waist, pointed at Ron's nose and said angrily, "You two almost killed me!"

"What? What happened?" Ron and Harry were inexplicably scolded by her.

"Humph!"

Hermione snorted angrily, turned her face away, and didn't even bother to say anything.

In fact, if she insisted on saying that, she would be right.

If Filch found her too, Moody might be able to hang on for a while longer. But if that enemy also joins the attacking battle now, it may be difficult for him not to die.

But then again, when the time came when Moody knew he couldn't drag it on, would he force himself to stay there and die meaninglessly?

Perhaps he could discover Dumbledore's defensive barrier just by taking a step back.

Hermione and Moody, who are both in charge, could not have predicted the result of this step and retreat.

"Oh! Stop making noise!" The little Professor Flitwick waved his short arms, "Keep your voice down, sit down and rest for a while!"

Compared to the anxiety of the students and the restlessness of other professors, Snape who was standing by the window didn't even have the interest to turn around.

He just stood sideways by the window, squinting his eyes and staring at the direction of the Forbidden Forest on the side of the castle, without any expression on his face.

But at this moment, a dense group of eyes suddenly appeared from the shadows on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, the eyes made Snape's eyes sting, and he turned his head away hastily.

...

At the school gate, Dumbledore was still standing there, motionless. The half-moon-shaped lenses are reflecting the bright moonlight, concealing the pair of blue eyes hidden behind.

At the feet of the white wizard, a few strange men and women were lying on the ground in a haphazard manner, blending with the surrounding road that was already full of deep holes, forming a strange picture.

Dumbledore's breathing was only a little heavy. His slender fingers were half loose and half tight, and he was firmly holding the Elder Wand, one of the Three Deathly Hallows, looking straight ahead calmly.

"Tom, aren't you going to come out yet?"

Dumbledore's voice was full of vicissitudes and wisdom, and his tone was calm as if everything was under control.

But even if he invited again, the surroundings were still dead silent. In the distance, the Death Eaters were all looking at this side with a little nervousness, and the hands that were holding their wands were losing their color due to too much force.

Ever since this white wizard defeated the first Dark Lord Grinwald who disturbed the world's magic world, his reputation made all the dark wizards deeply fearful.

At this moment, he just stood here, so that those Death Eaters didn't dare to move at all.

"Well?"

Following Dumbledore's slight snort, wisps of extremely fine black smoke suddenly appeared in the surrounding space, and they swirled up to form a black gas vortex, which converged towards the air at an extremely fast speed.