Chapter 1032 Ah! My Eyes!

Perhaps this is the biggest difference between the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters. They care about life and recognize the meaning of life.

Everyone's life is so special, even if not everyone can stand on the most dazzling stage.

Blood flowed wantonly from his eye sockets, and Goyle was half leaning on the shelf full of prophecy balls, his face was strangely pale, and his limbs twitched crazily.

He felt as if he had stepped into a dazzling galaxy.

At first, the Department of Mysteries, which was full of mystery and quiet, suddenly became noisy. The roar and shouts of killing filled his ears, making him suspect that he had come to a certain battlefield.

It was amazing, and he didn't know what happened. He suddenly felt that the vague and mysterious river of fate suddenly became clear.

In an instant, it became intense and clearer.

Seems like those prophecy balls got smashed? He doesn't understand.

Accompanied by the strange sense of detachment from a large amount of blood loss, his whole body became light and in a trance.

Then he floated up.

All the hustle and bustle dissipated.

He walked ignorantly in this sea of ​​bright stars, and the eye sockets on his face were also filled with stars. He didn't know what was going on, but he just walked firmly in a certain direction.

Anton said so!

When he is lost and doesn't know what to do, then don't think about it, let his heart lead him, and magic will guide him.

Gore believed everything Anton said.

He walked like this, until he came to a colorful but black curtain.

Gore raised his head in a daze, looking forward.

It is a picture that cannot be observed with ordinary naked eyes—countless pictures are stacked together at the same time, without the meaning of time and space, and full of distortions.

He could even see the scene where Professor Snape launched a powerful attack on the Dark Lord Voldemort. There was a scene of going backwards, and Professor Snape shrank back from the crowd.

Just looking at it for a moment, the terrible amount of information was like a torrent washing over his not very useful brain, more than the amount of information he had received in his more than ten years of life.

Gore stared at the parents in the picture obsessively, and murmured obsessively, "Dad...Mom..."

Looking at it, these pictures actually began to change.

Somehow, there were no figures of my parents in there!

It just disappeared inside so abruptly.

No matter how Snape appeared in front of Voldemort, there was no longer any obstruction from his father on his way of attacking.

"I did it?"

Gore doesn't understand, his dull brain can't analyze anything, but he knows, it seems that fate has changed.

As for how to rewrite it, he is still at a loss.

Is it because of the ability of the prophet? Or the long river of fate that suddenly becomes rich and clear here? Or is it because of the magic of love?

Oh, this is really too complicated.

"Goyle? Goyle? Goyle?..."

Someone was calling his name, everything in front of Goyle suddenly shattered, and when he regained consciousness, there was only a piece of darkness where he could not see anything.

And the anxious voices beside him.

"Son, your eyes... who did this?"

It's Professor McGonagall!

Gore showed a smile, only to feel that the whole person became more and more drowsy, "I... I'm fine."

He felt very good. He, a fool who has been unable to do anything all this time, actually did such a miraculous thing—saved his parents!

he……

His whole world fell into complete darkness.

"Merlin's beard!" Professor McGonagall exclaimed, carefully waving his wand to stop the wound on Goyle's face, and said tremblingly, "Quick, let's take him to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries !"

"Professor McGonagall!" Kingsley panted heavily, his left arm was hanging limply, as if he had no bones.

Well, it is true that there is no bone. Just now a very beautiful witch cast an extremely vicious bone-drawing spell on him, and forcibly pulled out his bones from his arm.

God knows how he suppressed the pain and anger, but released a stun spell to bring the opponent down.

"It's a Death Eater's child!"

Not every one of Voldemort's men is called Death Eaters, it has to be the most loyal and top-notch few.

However, before they could argue, Professor Hagrid rushed over, "Fiendfire! Someone cast the Fiendfire Curse here, and the powder from the shattered prophecy balls was mixed with it and burned, which actually made the counter-curse ineffective. , we must evacuate here immediately!"

Kingsley suddenly changed his color, he muttered a curse, and stretched out his only intact arm to hug Goyle on the ground, then turned to look at Professor McGonagall, "Leave it to me!"

The situation has become urgent. At this time, you must not argue with Professor McGonagall on such a trivial matter, and let her concentrate on controlling the whole situation.

Professor McGonagall nodded and looked at Hagrid, "Where are the others?"

"Lupine took those wizards out of the Congregation, and everyone else went to save the Muggles on the other side of the building."

...

"It's all here!" Harry curled up in the corner and stared at the Magic Congress building, then turned his head and said to his two friends, "Maybe we should do something?"

"Harry!" Hermione frowned and stared at him, "The most important thing we should do at this time is not to disturb them, and be ready at any time to guard against possible accidents!"

Before departure, Professor Lupine personally ordered her to keep an eye on the impulsive Harry.

With Hermione holding her back, Harry really couldn't do anything, he could only moan and say this and that, but Hermione just stared at her so hard.

Ron watched the two best friends smiling from the sidelines, his wand tightly clutched in his hand.

They seem to be particularly at odds with the aura of New York, and every time they come here, they are fighting.

Ron doesn't think that the adults let them stay outside just because they don't want them to get involved. If this is the case, the adults will not let them come to the battlefield in New York.

Obviously, during the Top 100 competition, they really showed their strength worthy of the recognition of the members of the Order of the Phoenix.

When he was a child, he heard his mother tell his father about the importance of looking out for the wind, which made Arthur, who couldn't act with the main force at that time, correct his mentality.

Suddenly, his complexion changed, and he rushed over and opened his hands to cover Harry and Hermione's mouths, signaling them to look into the other corner of the street.

Voldemort!

Bella followed behind the big devil, looking at the Magic Capitol from a distance with a mocking smile on his face.

Hermione quickly looked down, and carefully adjusted the invisibility cloaks on them.

"Don't be impulsive, Harry!" Ron grabbed Harry's arm vigorously, and said in a very low voice, "Everyone is in the building, so don't make any accidents at this time..."

Harry pursed his lips, lowered his head, suppressing his anger, and the hatred in his heart grew wildly like weeds.

"We have to go in and tell Professor McGonagall about the situation!" Hermione signaled in a low voice, they had to be more careful, and walked into the Magic Parliament building in front of Voldemort wearing the invisibility cloak, the key was that the three of them wore this cloak together , the range of motion must not be large.

Fortunately, this kind of thing like dancing on a tightrope has been done many times in Hogwarts nights, and they have a wealth of experience.

At this moment, the mid-air in the center of the street was torn apart suddenly, and countless colorful fogs swirled crazily, forming a shuttle passage in mid-air.

Anton looked outside for a while, then walked out slowly.

He looked back at the Magical Parliament building, and then at Voldemort standing on the corner of the street, "Quack quack, dear professor, long time no see!"

Voldemort was just Anton who was staring quietly, "I want you to know that just because I allow you to keep the Tower of Asylum next to my Magic Congress, doesn't mean I allow you to walk around my territory!"

"Oh!" Anton was stunned for a moment and blinked, "I think you may have made a mistake. It was I who built the tower of protection before you took over the Magic Congress. It was I who allowed you to operate forces next to my tower of protection. of!"

"Really?" Voldemort sneered, and slowly pulled out his wand from the lining of his suit jacket. "It seems that I need to draw a clear line with you!"

With his hands in his pockets, Anton smiled at Voldemort, his smile was so bright, like the sun in the sky, "But you can't beat me!"

"You!" Voldemort's expression suddenly darkened.

"Of course I would like to fight with you, or kill you." Anton said cheerfully, "It's just..."

He frowned slightly, and turned to look at the Magic Council behind him, "It's just that I suddenly felt that someone was imagining my fate? Who is so awesome? Grindelwald has come to the Magic Council?"

Suddenly, Voldemort's complexion became serious.

He was not afraid of Anton, this apprentice with a sick head would kill him at most, and at worst would start the resurrection ceremony that had been prepared in advance.

But Grindelwald, an old man, is different. He really eats people without spitting out his bones!

He had been guarding against the restlessness of the old man Grindelwald, and his heart suddenly tightened.

"It doesn't seem like it!" Anton smacked his mouth, "The technique is very rough, unlike Grindelwald's kind of light weight that can hardly be felt!"

"Yeah?"

Voldemort stared quietly at Anton's figure, and for some reason suddenly remembered the prediction made by the seer.

seem……

There is no clear evidence that the prophecy is about Lockhart? Even if it seems that what is described in the content seems to be used to describe Lockhart.

At this moment, Anton suddenly turned his head and stared at Voldemort, "You want to kill me? I feel it, you suddenly want to kill me?!!!"

With a displeased expression on his face, he pulled out his wand from his wizard robe, pointed at Voldemort vigorously, "Come on, let's see who kills who!"

The corners of Voldemort's eyes twitched, and he looked at Anton fiercely, "You madman!"

"Fluorescent flickering!"

As soon as his words fell, Anton released his magic, and a dazzling sun rose into the sky, and the whole world was filled with bright white light in an instant. The white light was so pervasive that it made people see darkness.

Not only Voldemort and Bella, but even Harry, Hermione, and Ron who were carefully watching the situation on the other side of the street all wailed in unison.

"Ah! My eyes!!!"

"Quack quack ~~~"