Chapter 674 Savior
When Harry left the principal's office, the early morning sunlight had already slanted through the large windows into Hogwarts Castle. Harry looked back at the principal's office, thinking of the stunned look on Dumbledore's face just now, and the rush. As he hurriedly headed to the Order of the Phoenix, he couldn't help but shake his head - regardless of whether he was the only person Dumbledore said could defeat Voldemort, it was great that Allen was still alive.
When Harry walked into the auditorium, all the teachers and students had already gathered in the auditorium. They all received a special notice today - they did not have to go to class today, but would watch the latest news on the TV station in the auditorium.
Although the decorated auditorium is still soaked in the aroma of food, the wizards' eyes are focused on the giant TV screen in the middle of the auditorium. No matter what angle the students sit at, they can clearly see the TV program - this is It was temporarily dismantled and moved from the Quidditch pitch.
When Ron saw Harry at the Gryffindor table, he stood up excitedly and waved his hands desperately to ask Harry to sit down quickly. The professors all took their seats on time just like at the opening ceremony, but the chair dedicated to the principal was empty. Umbridge was still nowhere to be seen. The members of the special investigation team she formed were all poking their heads. Looking for traces of her.
But when they heard others talking about Umbridge, they would still step forward to stop it, or even deduct points. But it was no use; as soon as they walked away the discussion continued in murmurs. The little wizards were making 1,000 conjectures as to why Umbridge did not come to the meeting, while looking around vigilantly, for fear that the Special Investigation Team or even Umbridge would appear next to them.
Harry walked briskly and sat down next to Ron, picked up a sandwich and stuffed it into his mouth.
"You look hungry." Ron quickly poured a glass of milk and put it in front of Harry.
"Yes." Harry said vaguely, having regained his appetite.
Ron watched Harry swallowing heavily and couldn't help asking: "Harry, why did you stay in the principal's office for so long? What did Dumbledore say to you? How is Sirius?" "
"That's a lot, Sirius is safe..." Just when Harry swallowed the food in his mouth and wanted to tell Ron in detail, Professor McGonagall stood up.
She pressed her hands down to signal everyone to be quiet. Everyone looked at Professor McGonagall. Professor McGonagall's voice resounded throughout the auditorium: "First of all, I want to tell you some good news. Our principal Dumbledore will be here soon." Come back to us quickly. He will resume his position as the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. As for the exact reason, you will know after watching today's news carefully."
As soon as her words fell, thunderous applause erupted in the auditorium. Everyone was excited, cheering and jumping for joy. The twin brothers on the Gryffindor table even whistled - Dumbledore's return meant that they finally Get rid of Umbridge's high-pressure white rule. Even the teachers on the staff table raised their glasses to celebrate Umbridge's departure and Dumbledore's return.
Professor McGonagall sat back in her seat, and her simple explanation inspired the teachers and students to become more interested and respond to the news with greater enthusiasm and expectation.
The familiar news prelude sounded, but the host was not the familiar and beloved Fleur, but an unfamiliar short-haired capable witch. The news title displayed at the bottom of the screen was very eye-catching, and it immediately attracted the attention of the wizards - the mysterious man Return.
"There was a riot in the Ministry of Magic last night." The female host's slightly cold voice echoed through the auditorium, which was as quiet as listening to the principal's speech.
On TV, in the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic, various spells and rays of light burst out and intertwined in the air. The Aurors were neatly and orderly fighting against the Death Eaters. They wore uniforms and looked capable and powerful. They cooperated with the Acromantulas and the giants to beat the Death Eaters until they could only dodge quickly. Some Death Eaters who did not react quickly enough were picked up by the sudden appearance of the dense Acromantulas. The sound sounded, flesh and blood flew out, and the Death Eaters were cut into two pieces and fell to the ground, their legs still kicking weakly. The appearance of the bald giant frightened these Death Eaters. They looked at this big guy in horror who could even ignore the killing curse.
These uniformed Aurors were full of momentum. Under their attack, the Death Eaters looked extremely embarrassed, and their survivors were quite pitiful, even a bit miserable. Seeing this situation, the young wizards at Hogwarts felt that the Auror profession was very majestic. They were neatly dressed and had reasonable tactics. They gave people a very powerful impression. These Death Eaters, who now seemed like a ragtag group, would definitely be roped in. By law.
When the spider-turned-witch Penelope appeared on camera with the huge wand, the little wizards in Hogwarts were simply stunned. Not only did Penello transform into an animagus, a magical creature, but Hermione also completed the transformation into a manticore.
"This is so cool!" Li Qiaodan murmured in admiration as he stared at the majestic two magical animagus on the TV.
"Draco, after you went to Durmstrang as an exchange student with him, you became an Animagus when you came back. Did Alan Harris master any skills to transform into an Animagus? ?" Pansy Parkinson couldn't restrain her curiosity and asked.
The other wizards sitting on the long Slytherin table quietly pricked up their ears, waiting for Malfoy's answer.
However, the female host's words interrupted their conversation and diverted their attention. I saw the hostess telling the bad news that many people had refused to accept for a semester with a serious face: "The person who didn't even mention his name is back."
When the video showed a close-up of Voldemort's flat, noseless face on TV, chaos erupted in the Hogwarts Great Hall, with gasps of air, the sound of cups and plates shattering, and screams of terror. After a moment of confusion, the auditorium suddenly became agitated like boiling water. The mysterious man was really back.
After a brief restlessness, there was deathly silence. Although some Muggle-born wizards had heard about the mysterious man's deeds, they who had not experienced the first wizarding war could not really understand why they were so afraid, but after In this atmosphere of panic that continued to accumulate in the air, no one dared to speak to break the silence.
And wizards who know something about those years all know the horror of the man in front of them. His return means that the war will start again, it means death, and it means that the peace and happiness that they once had will be far away from them...
Thick black smoke rolled around the mysterious man, and as soon as the green light flashed, the bald giant with astonishing power and lethality fell directly to the ground and died silently. Where the mysterious man's finger pointed, those evil flames burst out from the ground, wrapping up the Aurors who had no time to escape. Those strong and capable Aurors rolled and howled... The mysterious man passed by with invincible momentum. Wherever he was, death enveloped those monsters and wizards like a shadow, and the Acromantulas that appeared in the room spread out to both sides like a tide, as if they had changed from enemies to subordinates of the mysterious man, making way for him. a passage.
The piercing screams of terror sounded from every corner of the auditorium, and panic spread and piled up in the auditorium. Wizards who had never faced death directly could feel the fear of death when they saw the scene in front of them, even if they were not present at the scene. Some timid witches and even professors were afraid to look any further and covered their faces due to the fear that had descended upon them. However, the shrill wails of the burned wizards echoed in their ears. This was simply a nightmare.
But as if it was just the darkness before dawn, in front of the tall arch, a close-up of Alan Harris's confident face appeared on the TV screen, and he proposed a one-on-one fair duel with Voldemort.
The auditorium was like boiling hot water, and it suddenly became restless. Even if he is the best student in the history of Hogwarts, the champion of the Goblet of Fire, and the best seeker in the world, that does not mean that he can Confront the most terrifying mysterious man in the world today.
Everyone's eyes wandered around the long table and professor's chair in Ravenclaw, and they found that Alan Harris was indeed not there. Many wizards who were friends with Alan in the school couldn't help but feel a little worried, and some were scratching their heads in worry. The clothes on the chest and the Muggle-born wizards had already made prayer movements, and tears were already welling up in the eyes of some emotionally fragile little witches and a few little wizards.
As Allen walked around the field, blue flames rose like huge jumping notes dancing around the high platform.
"Grindelwald's spell! This magic almost destroyed the whole of Paris!" During the reform period initiated by Grindelwald, some relatives in the family in France died due to this magic. Several pure-blood young wizards recognized it. This magic - although most of the other pure-blood wizards and other half-blood and Muggle-born classmates were just as confused about it.
In the middle of the high platform, the tip of Voldemort's wand burned green, and the crackling lightning gathered at the port of Allen's wand, making the entire Hogwarts auditorium extremely quiet, and everyone held their breath. As the spells flew and exploded, many wizards were seen being killed by the overflowing spells and strangled into pieces because they were too close. They could imagine what kind of frightening magical power would erupt from them.
Ron was a little stunned and said to Harry, who was shocked even after seeing it once: "I thought the legends about ancient curses in the history of magic were just nonsense, but I didn't expect that someone could actually use them..."
The silence in the auditorium was not broken until he saw the Hell Fiend summoned by Allen motionless between Allen and Voldemort.
"Is it the devil Bayer that Allen summoned?"
"No, but Voldemort is using the banishment spell to fight for control of this pit fiend."
"If you hesitate, you will lose. Allen must not lose!"
The auditorium was agitated. Although there was no action between Allen and Voldemort at this time, there was an undercurrent between them, which was far more dangerous than the fierce fight that had just appeared.
Everyone was looking at the screen intently. Some people leaned on their friends around them, while others made fists with their hands under their chins, UU reading www.uukｎshu． net At this time, even Ron, who had no dealings with Allen, forgot about the hostility towards him in his heart, and couldn't help but sweat for Allen - compared to the harm Voldemort had brought to the wizarding world, their trivial matter was not worth mentioning. No matter what, Ron's mother Molly Prewett's biological brother and several close relatives were killed by Death Eaters during the First Wizarding War.
A moment later, a huge explosion came from the TV. The hell fiend exploded. Voldemort's wizard robe became tattered, revealing some tree-like burns caused by Allen's lightning magic. The subsequent scene was cut directly to Voldemort, covered in cold sweat, panicking and taking out a fire ring to escape with Bella. Suddenly, the wizards in the auditorium screamed, and the roof of the auditorium seemed to be lifted off by the sudden burst of cheers. Amidst the stormy cheers, the excited wizards waved their hands, clapped their hands, screamed, and jumped to vent their emotions.
They hugged the people around them to celebrate this rare victory, and some of them patted their chests to calm down their excitement. At this time, in the hearts of the little wizards, the joy of hearing that Dumbledore was about to return was replaced by witnessing the birth of a new savior. They couldn't see whether Harry Potter was the savior, it was just a legend. , but Allen actually beat the mysterious man away in front of them.
Alan Harris has now become the true savior in the minds of most British wizards.