Chapter 749: New York Airport Melee

The plane descended below the clouds. In a very short time, the sky became overcast and the cabin seemed a little dim. It was drizzling outside the window. The New York airport was brightly lit in the rain, like a huge candlestick. The giant steel bird swooped straight towards the candlelight.

Lucius smelled the moist air and looked out through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the terminal. The outside world became hazy.

He was still wearing a cloak and a hood, and a mask on his face. This standard Death Eater outfit was not very useful for old Goyle next to him. He was too burly. In the past, he could confuse people when old Crabbe was there, but now it was completely meaningless.

Old Crabbe's escape caused some disturbances. Voldemort tortured the patrol members with the Cruciatus Curse, but that was all. The attack plan went on as usual.

Lucius pretended to glance at the snake-faced man standing in front of him casually. He could feel that the fear brought to the Death Eaters by this dark lord was weakening.

The engine roared and stirred up a whirlwind, and the propeller blades blew the rain curtain sideways, like a monster carrying wind and rain roaring.

The runway was not long or short. The passenger plane stopped after sliding for a distance. The lights in the cockpit and cabin went out, and the whole airport suddenly became quiet, as if there was only the howling wind and rain.

Harry left the cabin along the gangway, letting the raindrops streak across his cheeks, leaving a cold touch. The Aurors and members of the Order of the Phoenix around him were also silent.

The silent airport was filled with a terrifying and oppressive atmosphere, which made it difficult for them to breathe. At this time, a sharp and piercing voice came from a distance, as if a python was spitting out its letter in the ear, and the venomous snake was whispering:

"Welcome, Harry Potter."

"Voldemort, long time no see."

Harry felt that he did not perform well. His voice was a little dry because of the cold and tension. He squeezed his wand slightly, and his tense body gradually relaxed. This feeling often appeared before the start of a Quidditch game, which was the most suitable state for fighting.

Everyone was facing the passage not far away, where stood a group of wizards with their faces covered. Their cloaks were soaked by the rain and stuck to their bodies like some kind of shroud. The rain took the initiative to avoid the snake-faced man in the front. He was wearing a long robe that did not cover his face. There were several pink scars on his pale face. That was Voldemort.

Voldemort tilted his head slightly, and his lipless mouth twisted, revealing a strange and gloomy smile: "Just yesterday, one of my servants escaped. I thought the news brought by the worm would scare you into hiding, hiding in the crib prepared for you by Dumbledore, just like that night sixteen years ago."

Harry felt angry, but this anger did not disperse his reason, but made him calmer: "After Easter night, I thought Dumbledore and Loren would scare you into hiding, hiding in the forests of Albania, just like that night sixteen years ago. Just like three years ago."

"Sixteen years ago...sixteen years ago!" A faint green light appeared in Voldemort's snake pupils: "I hope you are lucky enough tonight and can survive again. I'm so sorry that you have no relatives to sacrifice."

"But tonight we are here, Vol...demort, the Ministry of Magic will arrest you!"

Scrimgeour suddenly took a step forward, his slightly lame legs still trembling slightly. As he took a step, many Aurors raised their wands at the same time, followed by members of the Order of the Phoenix. Spells of various colors quickly condensed and shot out.

Disarming spells, repelling spells, stunning spells, splitting spells... It was hard to tell what spells those dense beams of light were. The various colors of light briefly illuminated the airport runway, and the light and shadow in the rain were particularly bright.

A hint of sarcasm flashed in Voldemort's eyes, and he waved his wand gracefully. A shining silver shield appeared out of thin air in front of him.

All those spells fell on the silver shield, making a low and slight tremor, which made people shudder.

The light of the spell and the silver shield illuminated Voldemort's face, with scarlet vertical pupils, a hole without a nose, and a gloomy smile on the corner of his mouth, like a demon from the depths of hell, revealing a sinister evil.

Scrimgeour's breathing was a little sluggish. He tried his best to keep calm and was about to command the Aurors to connect the spells, but the next moment he saw Voldemort move.

The man waved his wand gracefully, but not at them, but at the night sky under the rain. The silver shield turned into a dark green flame and was waved into the sky. The flame steamed the heavy rain, turning countless raindrops into white mist. The green light floated in the mist, forming a giant skull and snake pattern.

The Dark Mark hung high in the air, weighing heavily on everyone's heart.

Harry stared at Voldemort's movements. He noticed that after the Dark Mark was formed, Voldemort still held up his wand and whispered: "Avada Kedavra"

The Dark Mark instantly dispersed, like a group of phosphorescent fire hanging in the air, emitting a strong ominous atmosphere, and the ghostly light was even more evil.

This was a terrifying scene. Mad-Eye Moody screamed at the top of his lungs: "Cover! Find cover!"

The Aurors and members of the Order of the Phoenix could not think of anything else and fled in all directions.

The cold rain fell on Harry's shoulders. He stared at Voldemort and the wand in his hand. The shape of the wand was like a branch cut from an old tree. The carvings and tung oil color were very ordinary, but it was glowing with a terrifying green light.

The Kedavra curse that covered the entire area, such a powerful magic, Harry did not believe that his casting speed was the same as usual, and other people were afraid of the Kedavra curse, but he was not so afraid. Subconsciously, he cast the spell he was most familiar with.

"[Expelliarmus]" Harry yelled.

A bright red light burst out, arriving in the blink of an eye, and struck heavily in front of Voldemort.

Whether they were Death Eaters or Aurors, everyone held their breath - the moment the spell came, the tip of Voldemort's wand burst out with bright green light, and the disarming spell came to a standstill.

In just a moment, the black mark covering the sky above turned into a life-killing flame. It lost its magical support and fell down. The flames turned into raindrops and splashed down. There was still a heart-stopping ominous atmosphere lingering on it. It was a life-killing curse. The magic of the curse.

Snape only showed it to him once, and Voldemort mastered the application of this death breath and integrated it into the Dark Mark.

Although he has never experienced death personally, he knows the Death Curse better than any wizard.

The Aurors fled in fear. Scrimgeour witnessed a water ant trapped in the rain touching the green fire, and its entire body was immediately ignited, turning into another weak wisp of green fire.

Harry was still in a stalemate with Voldemort, as if there was some kind of secret protective power that caused all the life-threatening flames to avoid him. If on the other end of the magic beam, the raindrops avoided Voldemort one after another.

The green light engulfed the red light bit by bit.

On one side is the most powerful dark wizard in hundreds of years, and on the other side are students who have not yet graduated. The outcome of this struggle quickly tilts towards Voldemort.

Sirius, Lupine and others immediately took action, trying to interfere with Voldemort while avoiding the flames, but they were targeted by many Death Eaters. The two sides immediately fought and entangled, and the flames that fell one after another burned quietly without anyone noticing. The battlefield was gradually divided.

…

In front of the right aircraft engine.

Rookwood narrowed his eyes and looked at his former colleague: "Rufus, you are old and your legs and feet are inconvenient. Why don't you stay calm?"

"You are old too, why don't you stay in Azkaban with peace of mind?"

"I did think so, but I gave up the idea after staying in Azkaban for three days. Those dementor guards will drive people into madness, which is more unbearable than the death penalty." Rookwood's eyes were gloomy: "You Now that you’re the one making the rules, maybe you should try it too.”

"The rules have changed."

"Changed?"

Scrimgeour avoided a ball of flames that fell at his feet, and Rookwood did not take the opportunity to launch an attack. He felt vaguely strange, but could not tell what was wrong, so he could only continue: "Azkaban has become a mind-catcher now." A strange prison, a prison re-established by the Ministry of Magic. If you surrender immediately, I will propose to the Inquisition to commute your sentence."

"But I have been in prison enough. People who have been imprisoned long for freedom even more..."

Scrimgeour did not hear the whispered words behind him. He only saw that Rookwood had raised his wand, the tip of the wand glowed with a dazzling light, and he quickly waved the wand to meet it.

The surrounding rain evaporated into a thick white mist under the influence of transformation and flames.

…

Below the aircraft's tail.

Professor McGonagall waved her wand while avoiding the flames, and manipulated the transformation technique to turn the nearby grass blades into tiger and leopard puppets. Their fangs and claws bit in all directions, restraining Selwyn, Gargson, and Mulciber all by themselves. Waiting for many Death Eaters.

Perhaps the professor was too conspicuous, or perhaps some Death Eaters saw that the fighting situation here was easier. Avery slowly moved closer here, trying to sneak attack Professor McGonagall, who was concentrating on dealing with the enemy. Just as he passed under the gangway, he went crazy. Eye-catching Moody suddenly jumped out, raised the wooden prosthetic leg and kicked it over, handed over his wand, and cast a stun spell at the same time.

"Remember to stay vigilant at all times!"

Mad-Eye Moody muttered something like an exhortation, his magic eye rolled around, and then he stared at the Death Eaters of another battle group, and quietly approached them.

…

under the wing.

Senior Auror Kingsley was dealing with a Death Eater named Corban Yaxley. He was a criminal who escaped trial and later infiltrated the Ministry of Magic. Long years have worn away the Death Eater's ferocity and weakened him. With his dueling skills, Kingsley was like an experienced hunter who kept getting closer and increasing the pressure, just waiting for him to reveal his flaws and catch him with one blow.

He didn't notice that in the shadow under the cabin door, an inconspicuous wand was quietly pointed at him. Antonin Dolokhov, a big and round-waisted man, huddled in the shadow and seemed to have seen the scene of his death under the green light. A cruel smile appeared on his lips.

Just when Dolokhov was about to release the death curse, he suddenly saw a red light coming from the corner of his eye, and then heard the sound of the curse being recited.

"[Expelliarmus]"

The wand came out of his hand, and Dolohov turned around to look. A rough fist continued to expand in front of his eyes, and he hit him with a bang that made stars appear in his eyes.

Two familiar figures with red hair stood in front of him. The one on the left had pigtails and flowing earrings on his ears. The one on the right was slightly shorter and fatter, with a simple and honest look. His broad face was weather-beaten and covered with freckles, which looked almost brown-black. His arm muscles were strong, and his other hand rolled up his sleeve, revealing a large shiny scar burned by the fire.

"I surrender, I surrender..." Dolokhov lost his wand and was dizzy. He shouted quickly, "I am willing to accept the trial. I was forced by the Dark Lord and I was under the Imperius Curse."

The honest young man on the right asked: "Your name is Antonin Dolokhov, right?"

"That's right!" Dolokhov nodded quickly. Although he was tall and round, he didn't have the toughness of a strong man.

Just as he finished speaking, a powerful knee had already hit his abdomen. Dolohov curled up and twitched, gasping for breath in pain. The two red-haired young men's punches and kicks fell one after another, and Dolohov gradually couldn't hear their voices.

"Didn't you eat, Bill, focus on it."

"Do you think everyone is like you, Charlie, the barbaric dragon breeder?"

"Beat him so that he can't go to the court of justice. Mom might be happy and care about us coming out without permission."

"Such a despicable guy actually killed two uncles, ugh!"

...

The edge of the tarmac.

"【Fainted】"

"【Torn apart】"

"..."

Bundles of spells fell continuously, and the four Death Eaters responded hastily, but they still couldn't parry them. They had to fight and retreat, but there was a wall not far behind them, and they would soon be forced into a dead end.

The four Death Eaters were two pairs of blood relatives. Rodolphus and Rabastan were gloomy and planning to fight back, while Alecto and Amycus, the two brothers and sisters of the Carrow family, were constantly launching the Shield Charm to defend.

Lupin kept waving his wand and reminded without looking back: "We are getting close to the wall. Watch out for their counterattack, especially the Lestrange brothers. Everyone in their family is crazy."

"Believe me, no one knows this better than me. My sister married into their family."

"And my aunt."

"Speaking of this, Remus, you are with Tonks, so what should you call me?"

"Shut up!"

Sirius and Tonks talked back and forth, and Lupin felt for a few moments that they were not on a duel battlefield, but at a family gathering table.

The two Defense Against the Dark Arts professors worked closely together, and Tonks assisted from the side. The three of them gradually forced the four Death Eaters on the opposite side into a dead end, waiting for the final moment of closing the net.

Just as they were about to cast another round of spells, the Lestrange brothers pushed the Rowles out. While the two siblings were using their bodies to block the spell, Rodolphus and Rabastan simultaneously launched their best spells.

"【Heart-piercing】"

Two beams of red light attacked Lupin and Sirius respectively. Tonks reacted hastily and only had time to block the Cruciatus Curse for Lupin.

Lupin did not look at his companions next to him. His expression was serious and cold. He released four Stunning Curses in succession, all of which hit the target and eliminated the enemy's threat. Only then did he have time to check on Sirius.

At the moment when the Cruciatus Curse was about to fall on him, Sirius opened his eyes wide, and his cloak and hat shook violently, as if he was in great pain, and then slowly calmed down, with blue smoke rising, and the graffiti of Peeves sticking out his tongue emerged in the smoke.

"I understand that the smoke is to cover the retreat."

Lupin was a little speechless: "Can't you change it to a more serious pattern, such as the Ministry of Magic or the Hogwarts logo?"

Tonks shrugged: "George and Fred said that the Ministry of Magic's purchase price was too low, and the discount was considered advertising fee."

"I will definitely complain to them when I go back."

Sirius coughed loudly and waved his hands to disperse the smoke.