Fire Bearer at Hogwarts

Chapter 418 Dolokhov (2 in 1)

Chapter 418 Dolokhov (Two in One)

The past two days have not been easy for Slughorn. Apart from the leak in the cellar which caused a lot of mead to go bad, the thing that bothers and fears him the most is what happened to Voldemort.

It's unimaginable... Voldemort has not only returned, but his power has also reached a terrifying level. His Death Eaters have slaughtered the wizarding world, disturbing all the wizards in panic, and even the Ministry of Magic can't do anything to him.

Slughorn couldn't stop thinking about the no-nonsense new Minister of Magic, how bad it would be if he knew that he had introduced the Horcruxes to Voldemort...

But Slughorn was also afraid of Voldemort, he was afraid that his "good student" would think of himself, and then he would think of himself and the Horcrux along the way.

Speaking of which, Slughorn seemed to have no choice but to pray that he would not be discovered...

But this kind of thing should be very difficult. Last night, he found some wizards wandering casually outside his villa. These suspicious guys had already attracted his attention.

That's why he packed his things first... After all, if he didn't pack up and run away, it might be too late.

"Mead..." He muttered and put the mead into the box, then waved his wand and stuffed the gallon on the table with the documents.

"Should take a few more robes." He reminded himself to go to the living room, and then gently waved his wand to attract the clothes, but his small action seemed to trigger something incredible.

The door of the villa exploded with a bang! The first thing that reached his ears was the shout of an adult man.

"Slughorn, my great master, the Dark Lord, I want to talk to you about something..." No need to look at Slughorn, he can recognize who is Voldemort's subordinate: Antonin Douglas Lokhov.

He is a cruel wizard, the kind who kills without blinking an eye... and kills wizards without blinking an eye either.

"Buzz!" As if he didn't hear Slughorn's movement, he immediately swung his wand and shattered the wall.

Then, his dark, spiteful eyes scanned everything in the living room, and soon, his eyes stopped on a strange sofa.

"boom!"

With a flick of his wand, the sofa exploded, revealing the man hiding underneath.

"Professor Slughorn, you don't want to disobey Lord Dark Lord's orders, do you?" Dolohov looked at the embarrassed Slughorn, with a smile on his face.

"Ah..." Slughorn's face was ashen, he didn't even dare to squeeze his wand tightly, facing the menacing Death Eaters, he had already imagined the result he was going to face...

"Buzz!"

"Ouch!"

A few Death Eaters fell in from the door, their bodies covered with silver crystal fragments.

"It's Ash Embers!" Dolohov reacted quickly, and with a flick of his wand, he left a huge skull in the air, which was a sign for the Death Eaters to ask Voldemort for help.

"Hmph." Ash, who walked out of the dust, snorted coldly, then immediately swung his wand and released a few soul crystal guns.

The spear shining with blue light quickly pierced through the chests of several Death Eaters who didn't react in time, and then exploded in their bodies.

The scattered crystals set off another storm, sweeping around like a rain of bullets.

In the blink of an eye, all the Death Eaters brought by Dolohov were knocked down by Ash, and some of them had even turned into Ash's soul nourishment.

"Ash!" Slughorn saw Ash's brave appearance, he just got up and fell to his knees on the ground, he didn't expect... Finally, someone could remember him.

"Don't worry, Professor." Ash nodded calmly, "I'll kill him."

"Kill me?" Although Dolohov kept retreating on his legs, he still kept his mouth firm: "Even Dumbledore can't do anything to me!"

"Oh, I almost forgot..." He showed a smile: "That old Dumbledore is going to die soon..."

"Heh." Ash sneered, and he didn't plan to talk to him any longer, "Huh!" With a turn of his wand, the zero-degree ice mist brought by the instant freezing poured into the room.

The ultra-low temperature storm as low as minus [-] degrees quickly formed frost on both sides of the villa's gate.

"Hurricane!" Dolohov's reaction was quick. As a professional Death Eater, he immediately swung his wand and used a whirlwind to block Ash's spell.

Ash looked at his movements and did not act in a hurry, but stretched his wand forward leisurely.

Just right, then he will try his newly learned spell.

With a touch of Ash's wand, a group of black dark matter droplets flew out from the front of the wand, and then hit Dolokhov with a shining gray light.

"Bang!" The black droplets hit the house and eroded black lines one after another, and then spread rapidly like a virus.

"Armor protection!" As soon as Dolokhov moved his wand, a transparent shield immediately appeared in front of him, but this was not enough to block Ash's attack.

The dark matter quickly eroded the shield, followed by a huge dark matter deposit.

Seeing the huge black ball attacking, Dolokhov was a little panicked for a while, and he subconsciously took a few steps back to avoid it.

But Ash wouldn't give him a chance to escape at all. Ash immediately squeezed his hand and detonated the black precipitation, and the dark matter instantly filled the corridor.

"what!"

With a scream, Dolokhov slammed straight into the wall of the living room. His body was covered with wounds eroded by the black precipitation, and other than that, there was a chilling sound of erosion.

"Zizizi." The sound like barbecue made Slughorn shudder, especially when it was accompanied by Dolohov's screams, which made him even more frightened.

"Hmm..." Ash looked at the results and nodded slightly. The power of this dark matter abyss is indeed much easier to use than he imagined...

It's just...a bit noisy.

Hearing Dolohov's screams, Ash gently raised his wand: "Avada Kedavra."

With the throwing of the miserable green Death Curse, one of Voldemort's generals was taken away by Ash.

Feeling the expensive soul infusion... Ash let out a sigh of relief.

"Professor Slughorn, Principal Dumbledore is looking for you." As he said, Ash stepped forward and pulled Slughorn's arm, and then swung his wand with the other to help him pick up the suitcase.

"You know we're coming to you?" Ash looked at Slughorn in surprise, but it was obvious that the stunned professor didn't respond at all.

Ash shook his head lightly, then swung his wand around his shoulders, and the two quickly disappeared in the light blue light.

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"Lord Dark Lord...they...have left..." Looking at the Death Eater who was kneeling on the ground in front of him, Voldemort frowned, and then cast a spell to knock the unlucky guy away.

"This damned Ash..." Voldemort looked at Dolohov lying on the corridor, and was out of breath for a while.

It would be fine if the capture failed, but Dolokhov was killed... This is not an ordinary loss.

You know, he is still in charge of matters with Barty Jr. and the Ministry of Magic.

Voldemort frowned, picked up the black abyss sediment with his fingers, and shook his head.

This damned guy... is actually more difficult than Dumbledore... He shook his head slightly, then waved his wand.

The green strange flames ignited immediately, and then engulfed the entire house.

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"Mr. Unfaded, I still don't understand the sword swing you mentioned..." Harry stood on the grass, beside him were Ron and Neville, while Hermione sat on the grass and read the spell book.

This is the book they won in the dueling magic class, but because some time has passed, the professor who can explain it has disappeared.

"Please see someone's movements clearly. They cross the blade first, then block and then proceed..." Standing beside the three of them solemnly, he swung his great sword again.

As the Goblet of Fire competition progressed, both Ron and Neville decided to train swordsmanship with Unfading, and after thinking about it, Harry decided to take a little time to train every day.

I don't know if it was Harry's illusion, but he felt that his swordsmanship talent was the weakest among the three.

He wasn't even Neville's opponent in yesterday's duel.

Harry, Harry!You are arrogant again.

Harry reminded himself while trying to watch the unfaded movement, this long sword or armor that served Professor Embers?

Truly a master swordsman...

Harry's hand moved slowly to follow his movements and then gently settled into position again.

When practicing, Harry could occasionally feel a little smoothness, as if the spontaneous smoothness made him feel quite comfortable.

"That means your practice is effective." This is what Ron said, and he was also concentrating on waving the snake scale sword in his hand at this time.

But soon, the practice of the three was forced to stop because a group of people came from a distance.

Headed by Dumbledore and Minister Crouch.

Harry had read the newspapers a lot in the past two days, and he was very familiar with the new minister who always gave speeches.

"Mr. Potter." After a long distance, Batty nodded slightly at him: "Excuse me." He said and approached several people.

"Mr. Minister." The children nodded repeatedly and bowed slightly to him before fading.

"Is this one of Professor Embers's servants?" Batty nodded to Unfading: "It's amazing..." He looked at Dumbledore and said, "Let Professor Embers make another one." Approval, for the Ministry of Magic?"

His words made Harry and the others frown slightly. After all, this kind of statement seemed to regard Mr. Unfaded as a tool that could be traded.

"Then you need to ask him." Dumbledore said casually, he knew what Ash needed to consume to make these soul creatures.

It was difficult for him to guarantee that Ash was willing to consume so many souls for the Ministry of Magic.

"Mr. Potter, let me introduce myself. I'm Barty Crouch." Barty had already walked up to Harry at this time, straightened his collar and said, "I'm representing the Ministry of Magic to come and see your Condition."

"How are you feeling lately?"

"Eh..." Harry was stunned for a moment: "It feels okay...provided you don't disturb us..."

"That's good, Mr. Potter." Batty nodded, and then didn't ask any more questions. It could be seen that there was a little distrust in his eyes when he looked at Harry.

He didn't think Voldemort could be defeated with a child who hadn't grown up yet.

"Who are these?" So, he set his sights on the other children.

"Ronald Weasley," Ron said.

"Arthur's son, right?" Batty nodded and said to Percy behind him, "This is your brother, right?"

"It's my brother..." Percy lowered his head and bent over, as if he didn't want Batty to know Ron.

"What does he mean?" Ron muttered dissatisfiedly. He didn't like Percy's feeling that he seemed to be ashamed of him.

Are you that unbearable?

Soon, Batty greeted Hermione and others, but he seemed disappointed, especially after he chatted with Harry about his studies.

Harry's dueling magic score was only around seventy... This not-so-high score seemed to Barty a bit sorry for his status as the proud son of heaven.

So he exchanged a few more pleasantries, and he left with the people from the Ministry of Magic. When he parted, there was even deep disappointment in his eyes.

The disappointment even seeped into several of the children.

"What does this guy mean?" Just as he left, Ron stared and said, "Who do you look down on?"

"He, he seems, disappointed?" Neville said with his head down, he thought it was because of himself.

"He seems to be in a hurry." Hermione shook her head, she could see what Barty Crouch was thinking...but Harry needed time to grow up.

Harry lowered his head and sighed, he felt as if he had failed something, maybe it was hope or a life-saving straw?

But no matter what, he will not be discouraged... He clenched the sword in his hand and felt a little strength.

"Okay, children, don't pay attention to other people's interference." Weifa said softly: "No matter what time it is, all they see is us at that time."

"The passage of time will make us grow." Wei Tuo said and inserted the long sword into the soil: "And our growth is to welcome the arrival of tomorrow."

"Ability is the water in the bowl, and it will only increase with the rainstorm."

"So... what if it's full?" Harry asked after a moment's thought.

"Full?" Weifa smiled slightly: "Then let's make the outside of the bowl our container."

His words made the little wizards all nod their heads. That's right, I really shouldn't be disturbed by other factors now... What I need is to practice harder.

"Okay, someone has said enough." Unfailed drew his long sword and said, "Let's start."

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"Albus, he can't do it." Batty stopped walking: "He... what I saw in his eyes is not ready.,

"He wasn't ready." Dumbledore said softly, "He's still a child, Batty."

"You push yourself too hard... and you push others too hard..."

"I know..." Batty nodded, "I just... hope he can stand up..."

"He will stand up." Dumbledore smiled gently: "I promise you."

(End of this chapter)