Chapter 1086 You Are My Source of Strength

Little Barty was keenly aware of the problem, and as the master left, the magic legion launched an attack, attacking everyone indiscriminately.

Including him!

He didn't think it was the master's fault. He even felt that the master shouldn't be present in this level of battle, which would lower the prestige of Speaker Tom Riddle.

He just looked at the people of the Magic Legion with disgust, thinking that these people were simply crazy.

Everything was so beyond his expectation.

Severus Snape, his former comrade-in-arms, has become so powerful?

If it wasn't for the destruction of the Aurors by the Magic Legion that drew Snape's attention...

Not only Snape, but even Lucius' child, Draco, who was able to knead at will when he was disguised as Sirius in school, now he is able to play tricks back and forth with him?

And that Mudblood, called Hermione Granger, right, can cause him a lot of trouble?

The world was changing so fast, so fast that he didn't even have time to react.

He seemed to recall the time when he had just graduated, oh, as if he had no fear of those Ministry of Magic Aurors.

Then, just like those stunned opponents back then, he was also surprised by the growth of the new generation.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he really seemed to be struggling a little bit.

Barty Jr. quickly turned his head to look at the politicians he had united with under the guise of Barty Old, his eyes flickered, and he yelled suddenly, "I'll take you away!"

"Come with me to America, you have no choice!"

Don't have a choice?

The politicians hesitated for a moment, and as the few people who rushed to Barty Jr. first got the approval of Barty Jr., others gritted their teeth and followed them one by one.

These politicians also brought with them the Aurors they brought with them from the Ministry of Magic. Those who were either members of their own families or those with powerful alliances of interests were also not selected.

At such a moment, the pressure on Hermione and Draco suddenly increased sharply.

Especially when Draco was holding on to that stupid-looking Crabbe.

No one dares to disapparate in this chaotic arena, and the magic light of the counter-spell will flicker at any time, and if you are not careful, you will disapparate yourself to all parts of the world.

The kind where every part of the body goes to a different destination.

They can only retreat to the side while fighting.

However, those Aurors seemed to be holding on to them, leaving them no chance to leave.

"Let go of Crabbe, the two of us go first, hand him over to the Auror, and we'll figure out a way!" Hermione yelled.

Draco grabbed Crabbe's arm even harder, "We Malfoy will not give up Crabbe again!"

"You're crazy!" Hermione screamed, and suddenly saw more than a dozen members of the magic legion aiming their wands at this corner at the same time, and countless lights of spells filled her eyes.

She didn't even have time to release the magic.

The breath of death rushed to his face.

At such a moment, she was so desperate, she always felt that she was excellent, even so good that it became a habit.

But excellence is not a kind of spiritual power, especially in such a battlefield where the high-end combat power of the wizarding world is concentrated, she is actually not that outstanding.

Just like what Anton told her—you just use magic as a tool, and this tool can also be science, justice and rules, political means, and everything. You, have no faith.

——Have you ever imagined that if you hadn't come to the magic world, would you have become a top lawyer or a top politician?

—You think about the possibilities.

—and then you suddenly realize, oh, you don't seem to feel any regrets about losing access to the wonderful magic, do you. You will even feel more at home, much better than the wizarding world. There is no discrimination against you, there are healthier and more usable rules everywhere, and there is no extra magical power to destroy the rules...

—Miss Granger, if you think carefully about all the accomplished wizards you know, you will find that magic has become an inseparable part of their lives.

——For example, everyone looks down on Lockhart, no matter the magic he is best at or the folk magic he has been trying to collect all the time, how important it is to him.

—Maybe you should go through a fierce battle to discover what magic means to you when you don't take Harry's desire as your own, when you don't need or even have the power to shield others.

Anton is really creepy sometimes, he can see everything in Hermione's heart so clearly.

She even recalled this passage when she dreamed back in the middle of the night, thinking of the way in the wizarding world.

law, and politics.

Yes, this aspect is so suitable for her. No other wizard can study the extremely complicated laws of Muggles like her, and then feel so deeply about the wizarding world. Law to make effective, dimensionality reduction strike reform.

This may be her biggest stage yet.

Secrecy reform is an arena with wizards on one side and Muggles on the other, and she will be able to achieve something she has never done before.

But what about magic?

She seems to be good enough, doesn't she? In this way, it is much, much better than those bad politicians. Look, look at those people behind Batty Jr., to be honest, their performance in magic is really unsightly.

As long as she remains excellent, that's enough—this seems to be the reason why she has never been able to reach the level of magic control that Anton talked about!

She is really too sensible, so sensible that she knows everything she wants clearly.

Know rationally that one's own strength cannot resist so many attacks at all.

The eruption of the small universe doesn't seem to have anything to do with a person like her, unless she completely reverses her mentality and becomes a person she doesn't want to be.

finished?

Filled with regret, Hermione swung her wand vigorously, releasing the most powerful defensive magic she could master, "Bone Shield".

So, everything seemed to be calm.

die……

did not come.

"!!!" She opened her eyes in astonishment, and looked around with a hint of surprise, did she do it?

She withstood so many attacks that it was almost impossible to resist?

Oh~

of course not.

It's Ron!

Ron didn't know when he suddenly appeared beside her, with a ray of moonlight-like light, he walked quietly to her side.

Then, a gray-black mask directly protected her and herself.

Those powerful magic attacks hit the light shield, turning into countless fear, pain, and despair crawling out from the bottom of my heart, devouring Ron's heart frantically.

This is the 'Corpse Shield Curse', one of the two magics that Anton first taught Ron. Like the 'Spirit of Fear', it uses one's own mind as the most direct power.

It is like a magical transformation mask, transforming all attacks into the most direct impact on the soul. As long as the person who casts the magic is brave, resolute, and firm enough, he will be fearless.

Ron was clearly not that kind of person.

He looked extremely painful, and his face became extremely pale, so white that he lost all blood.

But he didn't fall down, just looked at Hermione with a smile, and smiled silly, "Are you all right?"

Guarding is the source of power for him to cast this magic, guarding friends and family, these people will also give him endless spiritual power.

At this moment, Hermione was his source of strength.

Beside Hermione, he would be invincible.

"Look, I didn't pass out when I cast without a staff this time." Ron said happily.

"Merlin's beard!" Hermione looked at Ron in astonishment, and then at the huge angel wings wrapped around Draco and Crabbe not far away.

She knew that it was Goyle's 'Bone Shield' spell.

Also learning magic from Anton, these two people have quietly surpassed them by so much now.

Under the guidance of such a powerful wizard, everyone is walking towards the upper limit that they can reach.

Hermione sadly discovered her upper limit, and the two seemed to have just started their journey.

Suddenly, a trace of unwillingness surged into her heart so strongly, her eyes became sharper than ever, so longing.

Why, he must be better than this smirking scumbag Ron, right?

Otherwise, it will hurt your self-esteem.

Her pride would not allow Ron to surpass her.

"Uh, what's wrong with you?" Ron looked at Hermione suspiciously.

Hermione just raised her head and snorted softly, hugged Ron suddenly, and said softly, "Thank you, you are my source of strength."

Ron's face suddenly turned red.

He stood there nervously, bewildered.

But even so, he still maintained that gray-black mask, but somehow, resisting those attacks seemed to become less strenuous.