Chapter 252

"... we are all Hogwarts!"

Reminded by Hermione's foot, Harry had to shout out.

Although he knows exactly how much weight he has, in the eyes of many students, he has won the top three championship of Marca McLean.

Even if everyone is curious about Maka's failure to win, winning is winning, which is an obvious fact.

When Hermione's words urged everyone's blood, and when Harry, the "boy who survived", stood up again, many little wizards were a little excited.

I have to say, Hermione's timing is really good.

At this time, the black devil mark was still floating in the air outside, and the sound of the battle between the black dead and Dumbledore was still beating the nerves of the little wizards.

Under the gloom brought by the name "Voldemort", the hearts of the little wizards were full of haze.

But Hermione's words broke the silence.

She used Dumbledore to fight alone to protect the school, which moved everyone. She also inspired everyone's courage with the view that unity is strength. Now she uses Harry's sign to condense everyone's confidence.

When danger and hope coexist, people usually burst out with great power.

Although her means of stirring up the atmosphere are still a little clumsy, as long as she continues to grow, she will one day become a real leader.

Today is the biggest opportunity in her life.

"We are all Hogwarts!"

Although at the beginning, there were not many people shouting. But as long as we head together, emotions can be contagious!

Before long, many people gathered around Slytherin's group of little snakes.

Hermione is right. Just being protected here is obviously waiting to die. If they don't need protection, professors can go out and help.

And when they also began to defend Hogwarts, Hogwarts's strength will be really strong.

This is a matter of both prosperity and loss.

When most of the students stood up, apart from Malfoy's students who were more fond of Voldemort, the rational and shrewd Slytherin would certainly help.

After all, it's not clear what Voldemort's attitude is at the moment - Marca and Dumbledore pay attention, so Voldemort has been difficult to reach into Hogwarts.

After a few shouts together, Hermione immediately came to Professor McGonagall and said solemnly:

"Professor, the school is under attack now, and it seems that there are a lot of people. I think we should also do our part for our school! We should help the headmaster!"

She said it very seriously and for good reasons. Her heart really moved Professor McGonagall. But Mileva McGonagall could never agree to let the students fight.

"I can understand everyone's heart. To be honest, I'm very happy." Professor McGonagall smiled a rare smile. She nodded at everyone. "But it's absolutely not good! Your strength is not enough to deal with those evil black wizards. You must stay here!"

Professor flavy also waved to the little wizards and said, "you should believe the headmaster - he is the greatest White wizard today and the most powerful headmaster since the four founders of Hogwarts! Don't worry!"

The other professors also smiled to give everyone comfort and confidence.

Of course, only Snape still stared at the dead fish eye and looked calmly at the direction of the forbidden forest outside the window.

"But..." Hermione pursed her mouth and nodded. "I see, Professor McGonagall."

Then she turned and walked towards Harry with some disappointment.

In the hearts of the little wizards, the professor's words are still very dignified. When Professor McGonagall disagreed, the blood in the hearts of most students was pressed down - yes! How powerful headmaster Dumbledore is. If we help, maybe the headmaster will be more scrupulous.

But the Death Eater is at the school gate now, and Voldemort himself doesn't know whether he has appeared, which brings great pressure to everyone.

The little wizards who regained some confidence were busy crowding together in groups and whispering.

It can be seen that fear, excitement, confidence, or firm eyes and expressions slowly emerge on the little wizards' faces.

In any case, everyone is nervous now, which is the same fact.

But among the students, two girls looked unusually calm. One of them is Luna, and the other, of course, is Willie.

One of them was beside Ravenclaw's students, slightly absent-minded and talking to himself like a dream; The other was expressionless, just looking through his notes.

Only occasionally, they will look around, as if looking for someone's figure.

……

At the same time, the battle on Dumbledore's side became fierce.

Under Dumbledore, the fighting power of the black dead is not too strong, but these guys who are wrapped in black gas are really beaten.

Although their unparalleled strength and speed could not have the due effect on Dumbledore, their strange anti magic ability made the general magic spell less effective.

Voldemort had not yet appeared, but Dumbledore could feel that the other party was indeed nearby.

According to Marca's analysis of Voldemort, even Dumbledore had to be careful.

Like Marca, Dumbledore knew that nothing related to the word "ancient" could be taken lightly.

At the same time, Dumbledore had to keep his magic and be careful of Voldemort in the dark. At the same time, Dumbledore had to beat them back again and again while being vigilant.

He has been in contact with the black dead more than once. It is not difficult to see from them that Voldemort is much better now than when he launched the wizard war last time.

At this time, Dumbledore stood outside the barrier and beat the black dead out one after another. The spell beams burst out, and the dazzling light lit up the surrounding ground for a few minutes.

But his steps did not move, and obviously there was still room for strength.

Kingsley and others stood in the barrier and took a break under Dumbledore's signal, so as to meet the arrival of the next round of attack.

Behind those black death eaters, the rest of the death eaters are ready to go. Obviously, they also know that their master will appear today.

It can be said that all the people here are waiting for Voldemort's appearance except the black dead who have lost their original heart.

However, at this moment, the most anxious person is actually Voldemort.

To tell the truth, he still did not intend to come forward this time, because the attack was still a tentative attack. All he wanted was Ravenclaw's golden crown.

But the people he arranged didn't show up yet, which made him feel very upset.

Voldemort didn't fully believe in Marca. There were many contents he added and modified in this plan, but he didn't know that there was another insider on his side.

It can only be said that Maka's high profile made Voldemort subconsciously focus on him, which further ensured the concealment of Snape, a double-sided spy.

"Tom, aren't you going out yet?" Dumbledore shouted calmly. "I think we need to talk, don't we?"

However, there was no movement around except the tireless black death who attacked him again and again.

……

Albania, mountain forest underground.

Maka once again inputs magic into the rune array between him and the bewitching monument, and in the center of the array, a living mouse is firmly tied there.

With the continuous infusion of his magic, the rune array lit up a faint blue light again.

"Squeak, squeak -"

The mouse began to scream incessantly. Gradually, wisps of fine black gas came out of the mouse's eyes, ears, mouth and nose and slowly covered its whole body.

Time is passing bit by bit, and the black gas is slowly increasing, pestering and wrapping the whole mouse.

At the moment when the black air completely wrapped the mouse, Maka picked up her wand and put it on the periphery of the rune array.

Suddenly, a small skull virtual shadow rushed up from the array, and the mouse's soul was immediately pushed out of its body, and only the remaining corner was still involved with its body.

"Squeak, squeak -"

The cry seemed to become more painful, as if the mouse was suffering great pain.

At this time, just listening to the sound of "hissing", all the magic threads tied to the mouse broke, turned into magic and completely dissipated in the air.

Seeing that the mouse suddenly bounced and seemed to have a violent momentum, Maka was not surprised. He waved his wand again and tied it with more magic silk thread, which almost wrapped him into a thread ball.

Just now, Maka was deliberately less entangled in order to confirm the time when its strength became stronger.

Now, his eyes were firmly fixed on the mouse's soul, and there was a surprise in his eyes - he understood! He understands the way the black death is formed!

What surprised him even more was that it contained information about the rules of the soul.

Looking at the broken rule Rune on the surface of the mouse's soul, Maka hurriedly took the notebook into her hand and wrote it again.

For a time, the brushing sound of quills and the squeaking scream of mice echoed in the main tomb, making the gloomy and terrible underground tomb more seeping.

"Hoo... It's worse, it's worse..." he wrote for a while and couldn't help whispering, "I don't know what's going on with Luna, Dumbledore... Should it be all right?"