Chapter 178

This is the mark of the Dark Lord, and it also illuminates the entire cemetery and the village below.

Under the green light, Nietzsche saw an unacceptable fact - many dense black shadows passed through the village and surged from the hillside. They were werewolves who joined Voldemort.

No Muggle noticed the fight here, not because they fell asleep, but because... they were dead.

Those innocent Muggles have become the first dinner for those werewolves after joining Voldemort.

At the same time, a fiery red feather came out of Hermione's collar from her clothes, floated to the top of the two people's heads and turned into a ball of flame. Nietzsche understood that it was the tail feather of Phoenix Fawkes.

"Protect Cedric and Harry, Dumbledore is here." He said.

Nietzsche jumped onto the dragon, and those spells only made his head shake. The scarlet light pierced the passing Death Eaters like a spear, picked them up, and threw them into the werewolf group.

He used the Transfiguration Spell to transform the dragon flame into a huge blade. Smaug flapped his wings and rose from the ground. Before dying, the werewolf saw a scene he had never seen before:

The Norwegian Ridgeback actually grabbed the flame with his hands and swept it across like a spear.

Flames, devour everything.

Chapter 273 Ancient Dragon Smaug

Hangleton Village became a hotbed of darkness. After seeing the Dark Lord's mark, those bloodthirsty werewolves rushed from those Muggle houses to the cemetery, and what greeted them was the dragon's flame.

Smaug landed on his hind legs, stood up, and fell from midair with the flame in his claws, hitting the werewolf crowd like a meteorite, intercepting Voldemort's reinforcements.

The inky armor and windows reflected the ferocious trunk and flames of the Norwegian Ridgeback. In the dull breathing, every time Nietzsche waved his wand, the enemy would scream, and the hot lightsaber would pierce their skin like a knife.

The werewolves attacked very quickly. They fell one after another. One of them passed between the legs of the fire dragon and opened its mouth to bite Nietzsche's arm.

The Death Eaters and werewolves paid ten times the price to send a werewolf to Nietzsche, trying to infect Nietzsche with wolf poison, but their teeth did not tear off flesh and blood, but were broken because of too much force.

"It seems that your teeth are not very good~" Nietzsche took the initiative to reach into the werewolf's mouth, pried open the other's mouth with his bare hands, and tore the upper and lower jaws apart alive.

He should feel disgusted when looking at the bloody wolf face, but the brain block technique numbed all feelings and made him enter a new feeling:

Absolute calmness, absolute rationality.

A strong smell of blood spread on the hillside of the cemetery, but it was not from any of Nietzsche's side. Therefore, the werewolves began to fear and retreat after encountering Nietzsche, whose methods were more brutal than their own.

The calm brutal methods made Nietzsche look like he was doing something very normal.

"Monster... Monster! Fenrir Greyback!" the werewolf said to a wizard in black robes.

He was also a Death Eater, but he still had the werewolf changes on his body - his nails and teeth were long and sharp, covered with blood, and his body was taller than the average hunched werewolf, and the black robe on his body was tightly tied to him.

Greyback looked at his subordinates in front of him with lingering fear, covering their torn mouths and being burned to ashes by the flames before they could wail a few times.

"Let it come."

"Do you really want to do this?"

"I said, let it come! Only it can deal with the dragon!" Greyback held the wand in front of him and resisted the musket thrown by the dragon with force.

Smaug looked down at the ants at the bottom of the slope. When she smashed the musket condensed by Neely with the Transfiguration Spell on the ground, the explosion caused those flesh and blood to shatter, and then she would happily spit out a ball of fire.

But suddenly, she and Nietzsche both felt the ground shaking, and the werewolves fled in all directions.

A figure as big as a small hill came over. It was a real giant, much taller than the half-blood giants like Madame Maxime and Professor Hagrid, and even taller than the troll.

Nietzsche felt that the introduction in the book of magical animals was right: generally half-blood giants are mothers of giants. After all, no normal human woman can withstand a giant, let alone get pregnant.

"Gao Gao Ma likes to destroy, Gao Gao Ma doesn't like fire... heat!"

The giant, who was as tall as four or five floors, would extinguish the flames under his feet every time he took a step. When he ran, the surrounding stones began to roll.

Gao Gao Ma violently hit Smaug, who was protecting Nietzsche, and he actually saw that his fire dragon actually retreated.

The battle line moved back because of Smaug, and she flapped her wings back to Hermione by inertia.

At this time, the phoenix feathers began to burn, and then, with the pleasant chirping sound, Dumbledore and Grindelwald came, each of them holding one phoenix claw and teleported here through Fawkes.

When the headmaster appeared, the surrounding Death Eaters began to retreat.

"Long time no see, Tom... two Riddles?"

"Is this also in your calculation?" Voldemort was not afraid, but his two slit-like nostrils widened a little because of excitement, "Want to take advantage of this opportunity to catch me in one fell swoop? No! I am more powerful!"

Dumbledore did not refute his words.

"You have indeed surpassed us in black magic, but... it is only black magic." The principal picked up Harry and said calmly, "People like you have never seen miracles. How sad."

"Enough! I conquered death and am stronger than all of you!!"

A ball of caloric fire flowed from the tip of Voldemort's wand, and those dense flames formed a basilisk with fangs.

Grindelwald on the side raised his wand high, pointed at the flaming basilisk and pressed it hard. It was like another invisible knife falling from the sky. The moment the severed basilisk's head hit the ground, it turned into a few wisps of black smoke and disappeared. .

But it was completely useless. Amid Voldemort's manic laughter, the basilisk grew two more heads...

No matter how easily Grindelwald resists the fire, as long as the basilisk is stopped once, it will grow a third or fourth head... and its size will also increase until it grows a ninth head. It's time to stop.

"You are already old, and I will never die!" Voldemort commanded Hydra and the army to press over.

Facing the bite of the Calendar Hydra, Dumbledore muttered obscure runic spells in his mouth, waved his wand gently, and split it in two.

The Death Eaters' curses flew towards Hermione's blind spot, but when the beam hit her, it was inexplicably reflected back. Some Death Eaters who had no time to dodge were killed by their own spells on the spot. under.

The price of loss is nothing but the magic power in Nietzsche's body...

Voldemort's dark army is very difficult to deal with. Werewolves are very weak, but no one wants to be scratched by their claws or teeth, but giants are difficult to deal with. Their skin is naturally resistant to magic and fire.

The werewolves and Death Eaters hid behind the high horse, shrinking the encirclement little by little.

But who do they think Smaug is?

She is destined to become the Dragon King.

kill! Facing this group of beasts that massacred the Muggle village, Nietzsche did not hide any tricks. He was riding on Smaug, and the scarlet light that represented 'torture' was a precursor to the attack.

"ong wasu dalie siwaha" Hermione didn't need to worry about danger, so she concentrated on chanting Sanskrit.

The weather spell under the war magic caused dark clouds to fill the sky, and the rolling thunder caused cracked pits to appear one after another on the land.

But this is not over yet. Under Nietzsche's guidance, those yellow lightnings gradually turned red because of "revenge" and began to condense, as if there was a red branch growing upside down.

"Grab it." He tightened the rope and let the fire dragon under him fly into the sky.

Surely the magic party won't bring harm to Smaug?

The fire dragon has traces of ancient magic from its blood to its scales. Even if the pear wood armor on her body begins to show scarlet cracks, these ancient magics will not harm her, but have become her weapons:

A red thunderbolt containing the will to destroy.

Give it a try...see if the giant can stop...

Smaug and Nietzsche swooped down with dark clouds and thunder and lightning, and stepped on the giant's body with their strong hind limbs, forcing its feet into the ground. The surrounding thunder and lightning made it paralyzed and unable to move.

The giant's body can easily smash Muggle houses and block ordinary spells, but it cannot stop death.

Amid Smaug's roar and the werewolf's howl, the red thunder gun penetrated the giant's chest, causing it to scream. This gorgeous scenery made Riddle intoxicated.

Smaug, King of the Forbidden Forest, stands tall on the giant's body.

"Voldemort." Nietzsche raised his wand and pointed at the other party, "You are half of my teacher. Are you not satisfied?"

The magic power grabbed a few Death Eaters behind Voldemort, pinched their throats and lifted them into the air, making a 'click' sound, as sweet as a person biting into delicious brittle bones.

But Voldemort wasn't angry, and didn't even bother to look at the dead Death Eaters.

"You are more of a wizard than McNeil, Avery, or Gower, rather than a lowly coward asking for help." He said softly, "Come to me, kid, I can do it for you. You get rid of a few dirty things."

It's so pitiful, I just don't know what it will be like for Goyle to go home and hear that his father has died and disappeared.

Seeing Nietzsche raise his hand, several other Death Eaters immediately knelt down beside Voldemort. They didn't know what they were begging for, but even if he didn't say it, Nietzsche could guess it from the names of the dead Death Eaters. .

The rest surrounding Voldemort are nothing more than Malfoy, Parkinson, Crabbe and others.

"That's all? I'm not interested in the pure-blood concept."

"Why don't you understand... peace... love... these things will collapse overnight after you die. Only power and immortality can grasp everything!" Voldemort said.

He was tired of it and lazily kicked over the tombstone next to him that had 'Riddle' engraved on it.

Thick black smoke poured out from Voldemort's body, and wherever it passed, rotten hands emerged from the front of the tomb. At the same time, creepy screams came from the Muggle village below the mountain.

"It's the Inferi, we have to leave here." The principal was lifted onto the back of the fire dragon by the phoenix, "The God of Fire clears the way!"

He waved his wand like a whip, turning the fire that originally belonged to Voldemort into his own shield, surrounding the fire dragon, blocking the mindless Inferi.

The fire dragon was so big that everyone could easily touch her, and then Fawkes, the phoenix, landed on top of Smaug's head.

When the flame of the phoenix ignited on Nietzsche, he felt no pain at all. On the contrary, it was very much like the warmth of sitting by the fire and chatting with friends in winter, and a familiar noise gradually began to fill his ears.

Fox is back with them...

Chapter 274: There is a strong enemy ahead, it’s a friend’s premonition

The audience in Hogwarts didn't know what happened. They just saw a group of people riding a fire dragon covered in blood and spitting out sparks suddenly appeared on the Quidditch pitch.

McGonagall and Hagrid hurried over and took Harry from the arms of Dumbledore, who looked tired.

"Is it really back?"

"I asked him to come back." Dumbledore said, "Minerva, take him to the school hospital first... I will tell you the rest later."

Nietzsche fell on the back of the fire dragon. He had no strength to speak. He was thinking about Voldemort's resurrection - the Muggles would definitely know about the tragedy in Hangleton Village, and they would equip them with new weapons because of this.

But it is also a blessing, because Harry's identity has changed from a passive 'horcrux' to a 'weapon' that can resist and will not be harmed.

Nietzsche glanced at Riddle, who was hiding in the shadow of the fire dragon's wings. If the other party absorbed the remaining soul of Harry Potter during his resurrection, then the relationship between these three people would be more interesting...

Among the people standing and watching, a couple rushed out.

"Son... son!" The man pushed away the people blocking his way with strength beyond his body size, climbed over the fence in the most awkward posture, and stumbled to Cedric's side, "How are you?"

Qiu Zhangwu covered her chest and followed the lady. When she saw Cedric's blood seeping out of the wizard's robe, she began to tremble in her heart.

"He's fine, Amos. Take Cedric out for a rest. He needs a good rest tonight." Dumbledore patted the shoulders of the father and son and comforted him softly, "I'm sorry for tearing him up." Come in."

"Ahem... So who is the champion?" Fudge seemed to think this was an award ceremony, but he looked around and didn't see the trophy.

With Quirrell's impatient help, Lockhart jumped off the fire dragon. His face was obviously pale with fright, and he was trembling all over. He was holding the wand tightly in his hand, but when faced with the spotlight-like illuminating spell, he couldn't stand it. Didn't avoid it.

Even though he had trouble dealing with a single Death Eater, it was still very helpful in terms of publicity.

After all, how could one write such a perfect and realistic novel without confronting Voldemort?

"Mr. Minister, I'm sorry to bring you bad news - Voldemort has been resurrected." Ni took off the helmet that was spattered with werewolf blood and said coldly.

"Who? The mysterious man?" Fudge was shocked, as if a dissatisfied audience had slapped him, and stammered, "Stop...stop telling jokes, how could...a dead person... How could he be resurrected..."

He stared at the minister intently, who seemed reluctant to admit this.

I just don't know how much of it is due to fear of Dumbledore and how much of it is due to fear of Voldemort.

Smaug noticed that Nietzsche had stood up, so he spread his wings slightly and pressed them close to the ground, forming a staircase. He untied his black cloak and walked slowly to the minister.

"Voldemort has never died. He took Potter's blood and relied on ancient black magic to create a new body." Nietzsche explained, "Little Barty is imprisoned in the Defense Against Dark Arts Office. You can interrogate him face to face."

"I...I mean..." Fudge was still out of breath.

"What are you afraid of? You only need to publicly declare that you will destroy the Death Eaters and Voldemort, and you will gain a lot of support. Dumbledore will not take your position, I promise..."

Perhaps because he was on the right track, Fudge quickly calmed down his panic.

"But he will use this to expand the Order..." He leaned down and whispered nervously.

"But you can declare a wartime bill and expand the team of the Executive Department. In addition, you must seize the processing power of the wizard factory and don't let it fall into the hands of the Prime Minister." After Nietzsche finished speaking, he asked Lockhart to lead the minister Go down.

He has seen stupid people, but he has never seen such stupid people. He has legitimate rights but is afraid of a powerful but upright white wizard.

The Order of the Phoenix is ​​nothing, no matter how powerful it is, it cannot attack the Ministry of Magic.

After all, Dumbledore supported order rather than embracing chaos. Otherwise, he would have been the Minister of Magic long ago. Fudge, who still had his turn to run for office, is now worried...

I don’t know how much Lucius Malfoy turned a deaf ear when he was a consultant to the Ministry of Magic.

"Okay, dear - how about taking a bath? Thank you for your hard work." Nietzsche turned around and put his face affectionately on the tip of the fire dragon's ferocious nose, "From now on, you are the well-deserved Dragon King... .At least in my mind."

Hermione sighed weakly and watched with cold eyes as the fire dragon roared happily and flew away towards the Black Lake.

She didn't know why, but she found that Nietzsche seemed to be very good at coaxing Smaug, and he was very skillful. He could make the fire dragon obedient like a dog in just a few words.

"Your cooperation today is really outstanding. You are much better than a warrior like me~" There was a heavy nasal sound in her tone.