Chapter 660: Opportunity to Escape From the Battlefield, Battle Situation in Various Places (1/2)

Chapter 660: Opportunity to leave the battlefield, battle situation in various places

"This is really good news, we still have a few minutes, right?" Aaron said indifferently.

Aberforth's eye twitched, "You are so humorous."

"Thank you for the compliment, I have done everything I can do, and how many people will die next has nothing to do with me."

"The number of deaths can be less." Harry said anxiously, and then looked at Moody, Frank and Alice in the hall, "As long as you send them out."

"I suggested it, Harry." Moody shook his head helplessly, "but he disagreed."

"I also mentioned it to him." Frank said embarrassedly, "He doesn't agree that we should help Neville."

"Why?" Harry asked puzzledly, "You left me here for insurance. Before killing Voldemort, I can't lose to anyone, so that I can keep my identity as the owner of the elder wand.

But what about them? They have nothing to do with Voldemort, so it's okay to go out and help!"

"Leaving you here is insurance, leaving them here is to save their lives." Aaron explained patiently, "The magic power of wizards is limited, I need them to conserve their energy to deal with the next tough battle.

How many troops do you think Voldemort will use against me? At least Hundreds of people, I need their cover, even if it is insignificant. "

"That's right, insignificant." Moody curled his lips, "I don't think we can beat hundreds of Death Eaters." "I said I won't use you as cannon fodder. Your role in this war is to help me relieve pressure or help me kill a few more people. The point is to help me, not to help others." Aaron said seriously, "It takes a thousand days to raise an army, but only one day to use it. I saved your lives for this day." "How honest." Aberforth smiled, "But do you think we can stop Voldemort's army together? He won't give us a chance to escape.

The anti-Apparition spell has locked the space of Hogwarts. Unless the magic power exceeds Voldemort, you can't Apparate. Even the Phoenix may not be able to do it."

"I don't plan to escape this time."

"Fight to the death?" Moody raised his eyebrows, "It sounds exciting."

"Do I look like the kind of person who will fight to the death?"

"No, if you can't win, you will run away as soon as possible." Aberforth said.

"Don't say such harsh words, it's clearly a strategic retreat." Aaron said speechlessly, "Voldemort captured my sister-in-law, I guess he has me in his arms.

But in a sense, this is not a bad thing, as long as I cooperate with some forces against me, there won't be too many.

But he doesn't know that his every move is under my control. If you are lucky, all four of you can survive."

Aberforth looked at him suspiciously, "Are you serious?"

Aaron raised a curve at the corner of his mouth, and said mysteriously: "Like Albus Dumbledore, I also arranged spies around Voldemort.

But my spy is much more powerful than Professor Snape. He can influence Voldemort's will to a certain extent."

Hearing this, everyone was shocked. They didn't expect Aaron to have such a trick.

"What about the two of us?" Crabbe said weakly, "Why did you leave me and Goyle here?"

"Of course it's a fake surrender." Yali said as a matter of course, "I'm not looking down on you, this is all you can do in this war, and only you can do it."

Crabbe and Goyle shuddered and almost fell to the ground.

Fake surrender sounds easy, but it's very difficult to do.

Although you don't have to participate in the war, the danger is not low at all. If you are not careful, your life will be in danger.

"This won't work, this really won't work, this absolutely won't work." Crabbe said anxiously, "The two of us can't do this job."

"Yes, that's right, we don't have any experience at all.

This is not something the two of us can do." Goyle added hurriedly.

"Alas!" Aaron patted the two on the shoulders, "Keep this state, if you remain calm, Voldemort may not believe it. Of course, you can also refuse, but afterwards your fathers may have to spend the rest of their lives in Azkaban." Hearing this, Crabbe and Goyle slumped in their chairs, as if all the strength in their bodies had been drained. "The Death Eaters will definitely have the upper hand in this war. What you have to do is very simple, tell Voldemort the location of the Temple of the Gods." "That's impossible, we can't even get close to him." Goyle said. "But you can have someone take you there." Aaron said with interest, "There are also some cowards among the Death Eaters. You can save one or two and then join the dark. Or you can surrender to Voldemort during the truce. As long as you reveal your identity as a Death Eater family, I believe someone will bring you safely to Voldemort. If you want to arouse Voldemort's interest, he will naturally send someone to follow you to the Temple of the Gods." "It's easy for you to say, but how can you arouse his interest?" "Aaron Gaius designed it himself and converted it from Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets. It protects hundreds of students and contains several treasures of the Gaius family. I think this should be enough."

"Do you want them to lead some Death Eaters into the Temple of the Gods, and then activate the defensive magic there to kill them?" Aberforth's eyes flashed with wisdom, "If it succeeds, it can indeed reduce some of the pressure on the front battlefield." "Then we are dead too." Crabbe and Goyle wanted to cry but had no tears. They also had a certain degree of understanding of the defensive magic of the Temple of the Gods. Once it was activated, no one could survive. Their small bodies would probably be blown into slag and then buried in the belly of the fish. "Take it." Aaron threw the key of the Temple of the Gods over, "This key can open a barrier of about five meters. The defensive magic of the Temple of the Gods will not harm you in the barrier. You can safely rush to the location of the teleportation array in the endless magic bombardment. This key can also activate the teleportation array and take you to Ollivander's Wand Shop, away from the battlefield." Crabbe immediately clenched the key, and Goyle also breathed a sigh of relief. His life was finally guaranteed, although the process would definitely be extremely exciting. "If possible, call Professor Snape, your two fathers, and Draco's parents." Aaron reminded, "On the one hand, Professor Snape and the Malfoys are our own people, and they can protect your safety to a certain extent. On the other hand, this is a great opportunity to leave the battlefield, which can also be regarded as protecting their safety." "We know." Crabbe stuttered. "We may be able to call our fathers, but others can only do their best." Goyle added weakly. "Then do your best!" "Are you worried about Snape?" Aberforth asked. "What else?" Aaron said helplessly, "His situation is the most dangerous in this war. The more times Voldemort uses the wand, the more he can feel the rejection of the wand. Once he thinks of the way the elder wand recognizes its master, he will kill Professor Snape without hesitation." After the voice fell, everyone fell silent, quietly watching the brilliant and dangerous light explode in the sky. ...... "Tell Professor McGonagall that Remus and I are responsible for the safety here." Kingsley climbed a tower, followed by Lupin and Dean. "Yes, sir."

At this time, Kingsley saw the rain of light attacking the barrier, and his face became a little more heavy. "Dean, I thought about it and told her that we need one or two helpers here."

"We are here." Fred and George greeted.

"The will of the fighters, not the number of followers, determines the outcome." Lupin said calmly.

Hearing these philosophical words, Kingsley felt a little relieved, "Who said that."

"I."

Kingsley:......

If I hadn't seen that you were more nervous than me, I might have believed it.

"Are you ready?" Fred asked.

"Yes." George said.

"Me too."

......

Neville stood on the bridge west of the castle, staring closely at the Forbidden Forest not far away.

This bridge was built on a cliff and is the closest passage connecting the Forbidden Forest and Hogwarts. The Death Eaters will definitely attack.

"Is it really appropriate to leave it to Neville alone?" Ron asked worriedly.

"He runs fast, the fastest among us." Ginny pursed her lips, "The fewer people the better in this situation."

"This bridge has to be blown up." Seamus sighed, "It took us a long time to load the ammunition."

At this time, dense Death Eaters rushed out of the Forbidden Forest and rushed towards the bridge like a tide.

"Here they come." Neville swallowed his saliva and held the wand in his hand tightly.

Several Death Eaters ran very fast, even surpassing the leader Scabior.

But before they got close to the bridge, they crashed into the defensive barrier and turned into dust in an instant.

Scabior hurriedly stopped, and the large number of Death Eaters behind him also stopped at the same time.

"Come on! Just you." Neville proudly provoked, and the Death Eaters standing on the opposite hilltop were angry, but they could do nothing.

But after a while, some red ashes fell from the sky.

Scabior used his wand to pick up a piece, then looked at Neville with a playful look, and took a cautious step forward.

Nothing happened, and there was no resistance at all, which meant that the barrier was broken.

Neville also noticed this and took a step back nervously.

With a roar, Scabior rushed to the bridge first, and countless Death Eaters followed him to squeeze into the bridge that was large enough to accommodate several people walking side by side.

Neville turned and ran, and Scabior and others chased him with wild laughter.

One spell after another attacked from behind him, and then exploded beside him.

Neville did not think of fighting back, but used his wand to attack the nodes on the bridge while running wildly.

Sizzle!

A spark flashed, the fuse was ignited, and then a crackling sound rang out.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The bridge was blown up section by section, and hundreds of Death Eaters fell into the cliff below before they could react.

Scabior and others who were closest to Neville also realized something was wrong, and immediately stopped attacking, and ran for their lives.

But they were still a step too late, and fell down when they were about to reach the other side of the bridge. Neville jumped and climbed to the other side in a dangerous way.

"Well done, Neville." Ron praised.

"I also think my life is worth it." Neville smiled, "It's so exciting, my parents will be proud of me."

"We barely defended this road." Ginny said with lingering fear, "They can't come for the time being, we have to help others."

......

In front of the castle, dense statues blocked all the entrances.

Professor Sprout and Professor Flitwick led Cedric, Percy, Wood and other graduates to guard here.

Suddenly, a huge roar came from the front, and dozens of giants rushed over with crude weapons, followed by countless Death Eaters.

Devil's net, poisonous thorns, swamps and other traps stopped the charging giants, but more of them crossed them and fought with the statues.

The giants' attack method is very simple, waving weapons and fists randomly like children, but it is easier to achieve the effect of clearing soldiers than magic.

Most of the statues were destroyed in the big opening and closing, but their counterattacks also caused heavy losses to the giants.

Some powerful Death Eaters turned into black mist and bombed the statues during the flight, opening the way for the large troops behind.

There were too many of them, and the professors and students could not resist them, so they could only fight and retreat.

The Death Eaters' offensive became more and more exaggerated, and buildings were captured, destroyed, and burned one after another.

Explosions, screams, roars, and laughter mixed together to form a dirty war symphony, and every note was accompanied by tragic casualties.

......

"I can't wait any longer, I really can't wait any longer." Harry said anxiously.

"Sit down." Aaron said calmly, "Their sacrifices are all in preparation for the final battle between you and Voldemort."

"Then I can't do nothing." Harry shouted, "You sent Hermione and Clea away, but my friends and family are on the battlefield, and they are all injured and bleeding at the moment."

"So... are you blaming me?" Aaron said playfully, "I have to remind you that they stayed voluntarily, and I never forced them.

I provided shelter, potions, most of the resources, and even battle plans. Without my help, more people would die.

In addition, I signed a contract with Voldemort. Unless you die, I can't take the initiative.

Get it? I did everything I could.

I don't owe anyone of you, you have no right to lose your temper with me."

"But..." Harry pursed his lips and trembled to calm down "Is there really nothing you can do?"

"Haha!" Aaron sneered, grabbed Harry's arm and threw him to the door of the auditorium, "You can go out now, go out and live and die with your friends and relatives.

I won't stop you, but you must remember not to lose. Once you lose, you will no longer be the master of the Elder Wand.

In this way, Voldemort may still not be able to kill you, but you may not be able to defeat him, and all your plans and plots will be meaningless."

"Harry." Moody helped him up and said earnestly: "There is no difference between having one more wizard or one less wizard in the battle outside.

But the only enemy you have to face is Voldemort. It is very important whether you are the master of the Elder Wand. Do you understand?

The overall situation is important. As long as you can eventually defeat Voldemort, the sacrifice of all of us is worth it."