Chapter 580: Voldemort Lost His Prey, and the Pot Came From the Sky (1/2)

Chapter 580 Voldemort lost his prey, and the pot came from the sky while he was sitting at home

The sidecar motorcycle was speeding on the highway, and three Death Eaters rode brooms to catch up from behind.

The spell flew by, and Hagrid was in a mess to control the direction. Harry, who was sitting in the sidecar, fought back even more awkwardly.

Because it was a bit unsafe to use the wand, he took out the revolver that Aaron lent him, and loaded six bullets into the chamber before leaving.

Bang!

A bullet was fired, but it did not hit the Death Eater, but it cut a crack more than ten meters long on the road.

The powerful destructive power made the Death Eaters a little afraid, but after only a moment of hesitation, they continued to chase.

"Harry, what is that in your hand?"

"Aaron's magic weapon." Harry said excitedly. He just experienced the power of this gun in a hurry, which was several times more powerful than the spell he released.

Just as Hagrid was about to ask more, several green lights shot over, and he immediately controlled the motorcycle to fly into the sky.

"Be careful, they're coming."

Harry fired back, and several thick flame beams spurted out from the muzzle.

This time the Death Eaters were prepared, two dodged, and the other used the barrier spell.

Crack!

The flames hit the invisible barrier, making a sound of glass breaking in mid-air.

The Death Eaters stared at this scene in a daze, and urgently avoided before the barrier broke, but it was still a step too late. The tail of the broom was burned by the flames, and they had to make a hasty landing.

"Well done, Harry, well done." Hagrid praised.

Harry nodded reluctantly, his face slightly pale.

"Are you okay?"

"No, don't worry." Harry said, but only he knew the actual situation.

The power of 'Snake' is not small, but the consumption is also not small. The previous round consumed one-third of his magic power.

It's not like he had never felt so weak before, but this was the first time he felt so weak in a minute.

But there was no time for him to rest. The most important thing was to get rid of the remaining two Death Eaters as soon as possible.

The spell was fired across the night sky again. Harry lowered his head and sat on the motorcycle that was swinging from side to side, anxiously loading six bullets into the revolver.

"Hagrid, drive steadily. I'll speed up immediately after I finish shooting." Harry said seriously.

"Okay, I understand."

After taking two deep breaths, Harry turned his head suddenly, aimed at the two Death Eaters behind him as much as possible, and then pulled the trigger frantically.

Bang! Bang! Bang...

The six bullets were fired almost at the same time. The Death Eaters seemed to see the dense rain of fire coming towards them, and instinctively set up a defensive spell in front of them.

Boom!

The fierce flames exploded in the sky, illuminating the night sky like a sun.

"Wow!" Hagrid opened his eyes wide in surprise, his face full of disbelief.

"Go, I'm not sure this can stop them." Harry said weakly. He really didn't have much strength now, and his magic power was less than one-third.

"Yes, go."

Hagrid reacted and immediately pressed a purple button on the motorcycle.

With a roar, the exhaust pipe behind the motorcycle spewed out hot blue flames, and the huge driving force also made the speed of the motorcycle soar rapidly.

After more than ten seconds, two ragged Death Eaters staggered out of the hazy night with a hot breath.

They worked together to form a barrier in time to block most of the flames. They were not seriously injured, but their bodies were also covered with red spots caused by burning.

"Let them run away." A Death Eater looked at the empty night sky, with a bit of panic and helplessness in his tone, "I hope the master won't punish us!"

"This must be fake, almost killed us, Harry Potter is not that powerful."

......

"We got rid of them, Harry." Hagrid shouted, "You succeeded."

Harry lay on the motorcycle. He didn't want to talk now. He just wanted to quietly experience the pleasure of surviving a disaster. He must have a good sleep after returning to the Burrow.

"Ah!"

The scar on Harry's forehead suddenly felt a burning pain, and the severe pain made him scream.

A killing curse shot from behind, just a little bit away from hitting him.

"Harry..." Voldemort flew over like smoke. He didn't take any means of transportation, and just appeared on their right side. His scarlet eyes were full of excitement about looking at his prey.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The green light shot at Harry, and Hagrid controlled the motorcycle to avoid it in fear.

But the next moment, more green light shot over, and even Hagrid's driving skills were superb, he could not avoid it, and even the motorcycle was spinning in the air out of control.

Just then, Harry's owl flew over and used its body to block a killing curse for Harry.

"No, no..."

Harry watched Hedwig fall down in grief, but the pain on his forehead forced him to close his eyes.

"Harry Potter." Voldemort smiled, and raised his wand with his pale fingers. "I changed my wand this time. Miracles like the flashback spell won't happen twice."

"Avada Kedavra!"

A faint green beam shot out from the tip of the wand. Harry wanted to resist but couldn't muster any strength, and felt desperate.

He half-closed his eyes and waited for death to come, but the wand seemed to have its own ideas. It sucked Harry's arm up like a magnet and aimed it at the green beam.

A ball of golden flame shot out of his wand uncontrollably and collided with Voldemort's killing curse.

The impact of magic power was deadlocked at first, but soon the golden flame covered the green light and continued to extend to Voldemort's wand.

Crack! Crack!

Voldemort's wand was covered with cracks, and it was shattered into powder from the tip to the tail.

Boom!

A violent explosion sounded, and the flying flames blocked Voldemort's sight.

Hagrid seized this opportunity and pressed the purple button again. The sidecar motorcycle spewed dragon flames and disappeared into the night sky in the blink of an eye.

"No!"

Voldemort looked at his prey disappearing and roared angrily to the sky.

......

After flying for an unknown period of time, the sidecar motorcycle passed through the magic barrier of the Order of the Phoenix. Hagrid and Harry were relieved when they entered the Burrow.

"Harry, Hagrid." Ginny heard the rumble and hurried out of the house, "Why are you so embarrassed? What happened?"

"The Death Eaters had been waiting for us for a long time, and we were surrounded as soon as we came out.

We also met Voldemort and almost died. Fortunately, Harry..." Hagrid paused and turned to look at Harry, "What magic did you use just now?"

"I don't know."

"Where are the others?" Ginny asked palely.

"Didn't they come back?" Harry asked anxiously.

"No, I prepared several portkeys, but they all missed the time."

"We were chased in batches and had no time to use the portkeys." Hagrid said.

Swish!

A loud bang attracted the attention of the three people.

"Come here." Lupin supported George, whose face was covered in blood, "Hurry, help him in."

Harry hurried to help. He and Lupin held George's left and right sides respectively, walked through the kitchen to the living room, and put him on the sofa.

Ginny and Hagrid approached to check George's injuries, but Lupin grabbed Harry's collar, blocked him against the wall, and pointed his wand at his neck.

"Lupin, what are you doing?" Hagrid asked angrily.

Lupin ignored him and just looked at Harry coldly, "What animal was squatting in the corner when Harry Potter first went to my office at Hogwarts?"

"Are you crazy?"

"Answer quickly, what animal is it?" Lupin asked aggressively, as if his wand would release a curse if he didn't answer or answered incorrectly.

"It's Grindylow, in the water tank."

"Huh!" Lupin slowly let go of Harry, panting and explaining: "Sorry, Harry, I'm just checking.

We've been betrayed, Voldemort knows the time you'll be transferred tonight, I have to prove that you're not a fake."

Harry nodded, showing his understanding, after all, everything that happened tonight really caught them off guard.

At this time, there was a chaotic sound outside, and Lupin immediately picked up his wand and rushed to the door.

Two figures appeared in the yard, Kingsley and Hermione who had returned to her original appearance.

Kingsley was as nervous as Lupin, pointing their wands at each other.

"What was the last sentence Dumbledore said to the two of us?"

"Harry is our most precious hope, trust him." Lupin said and slowly put down his wand.

Kingsley's face was relieved, and then he pointed his wand at Harry.

"It's him, I checked it." Lupin said.

"Okay!" Kingsley put away his wand, "Who else is back?"

"Only Harry, Hagrid, George and me, you are the third group."

"It's really bad." Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, "We were chased by five Death Eaters, and we probably killed two, but the other three seemed to have left halfway. We thought there would be a trap, so we took a long detour before daring to come back."

After a while, Bill and Molly flew back on the Thestrals, followed by Tonks and Ron.

Tonks hugged Lupin as soon as she came down, "Thanks to Ron, he is really amazing.

If it weren't for him, I would be gone, really."

"Where are Arthur and Fred?" Molly asked worriedly.

"We are here." Mr. Weasley walked out of the puddle with his son, "Are we the only ones left? Where is George?"

Lupin didn't say anything, just looked at the house with self-blame.

They immediately realized something, Fred ran back to the house quickly, and the others followed immediately.

George lay on the sofa, Ginny stopped the bleeding for him, but his left ear was gone, leaving a clear big hole.

"What happened?" Mr. Weasley looked at Lupin and asked.

"Snape did it."

"Snape?" Harry screamed, "Are you sure it was him?"

"His hood slipped off while he was chasing us, and he used his best Sharpness Curse."

"How does it feel, George?" Fred squatted down and looked at his twin brother and asked.

"It's moving!" George forced a weak smile.

"What?"

"I'm a caveman. I have a caveman.

Fred, do you understand?"

Fred smiled bitterly and shook his head. "There are so many words to joke about ears, but you chose a caveman. That's bad."

"At least I'm still alive." George said, and then looked at Molly with tears streaming down her face. "Mom, you can finally separate the two of us.

Why are you all gathered here? Is everyone back?"

"Mad-Eye is dead." Bill hesitated. "My mother and I were chased by several Death Eaters. Mad-Eye and Mundungus were not far from us, and Voldemort caught up with them.

Mundungus seemed to be frightened, and he Apparated within a few seconds of exposing his identity.

Voldemort knew he was chasing the wrong person and turned to go in another direction. Mad-Eye alone could not stop so many Death Eaters. He was hit by several spells and fell off his broom."

Everyone looked at each other, feeling extremely heavy.

Mad-Eye was the strongest among them, with rich experience in fighting. His death was hard for everyone to accept. Tonks and Hagrid couldn't help but choke up.

Bill took a bottle of wine from the cupboard and poured thirteen glasses to everyone.

"Cheers to Mad-Eye."

"Cheers to Mad-Eye." Everyone raised their glasses and drank them all.

"Mundungus is missing, right?" Lupin asked meaningfully.

"It can't be him." Bill said, "I know what you are thinking, but it definitely can't be Mundungus.

You may have forgotten that the idea of ​​the seven Potters was proposed by him. If it was him, why didn't he tell them the most crucial point.

I guess he was just nervous at the time. Anyone who saw Voldemort would be panicked, not to mention that he was forced to come here by Mad-Eye."

"Yes! They seem to only know the time." Mrs. Weasley said, "It should be that someone leaked the date to outsiders. This is the only explanation."

"It can't be him." Hermione was emotional, and then she found that everyone's eyes were all on her.

"You? No way?" Ron opened his mouth in disbelief. He knew very well who Hermione was. No one was more reliable than her.

Harry also thought it was impossible. He would rather believe that Hagrid was drunk and leaked the information than that Hermione revealed the date to others.

"Who... is he?" Lupin asked seriously.

"I..." Hermione bit her lip and hesitated.

"Hermione, you must explain clearly." Lupin said earnestly, "Everyone here believes you. You definitely didn't mean it, but this is related to the safety of all of us."

"Aaron, he asked me a few days ago." Hermione looked frustrated, "But he has no reason to help Voldemort deal with Harry."

"Just because of this, you told him the time?" Lupin felt tired, and others felt puzzled. Even if it was because of damn love, it was too hasty.

"It must not be him, I can guarantee it." Hermione's eyes were red and her tone was very stubborn.

"I don't think it's him either." Hagrid said weakly, "Gaius is not that kind of person."

"Yes, we all know him, but..." Lupin paused and looked at Hermione with some reluctance, "But he is the most suspicious person now.

Apart from him, the only ones who know the transfer time are the people in the room, and he is the only one who doesn't know the real target."