Chapter 478

The Dark Lord is coming!

To tell the truth, there are many wizards in Hogwarts today, but there are really none of them who have the strength and courage to resist the dark.

Most ordinary wizards think of running away at the first time.

However, within the scope of Hogwarts, phantom movement is useless, and they may not be able to run if they want to run. Because of this Voldemort attack, the momentum and scale are quite amazing.

As Maka expected, the main force of the attack was the black dead - those guys whose souls were eroded by the bewitching monument. Each of them turned into a meteor shrouded in black gas and pounded hard at Hogwarts.

The number of black dead is amazing. Maka only makes a rough estimate, it is hundreds. You know, each of these guys can resist the existence of more than a dozen ordinary adult wizards.

During this period, Voldemort's underground activities have been going on. Even though the members of the order of the Phoenix are always fighting against them, he has gathered so many "victims" in the end.

If it were not for the black death, most of them could not retain too much reason, it would be a group of terrible combat forces that could frighten the global magic world.

Under the command of Mileva McGonagall, several professors put their wands over their heads and released a series of powerful defensive spells while pointing at the castle.

These spells are based on the regional protection curse, superimposed and spliced with each other, covering the whole castle in the form of hemispherical protective barrier.

It is worth mentioning that Slughorn, dressed in a coquettish and vigorous bright green robe, also stretched out his wand at this time. His spell level is not ordinary. With his help, the barrier becomes thicker and thicker.

The black dead are flying fast and time is running out.

"We can understand the guests who don't want to fight. Please enter the castle in order and take shelter..." Professor McGonagall is leading most frightened wizards to the castle. "Please don't panic, please believe we can deal with it."

Whether you can really cope or not, at least it is necessary to stabilize everyone's mood first. If you can't help, please don't make trouble - of course, you can't say it so openly.

While most people are busy, Maka stands in the snow in the vestibule and looks up as if she is concentrating on searching for the existence of a figure. However, he was not idle, but uniformly stretched out his staff to help professors increase the defense ability of the barrier.

As long as he doesn't use the power of rules, his magic is more than enough, not to mention that he's just comfortable now and his mind is still focused on other places.

Before long, the black dead quickly crossed the distance of several miles and hit the barrier heavily.

This time, the impact was solidly transmitted to every wizard who applied the protective spell, and the barrier suddenly twisted like a balloon. If the people hadn't accumulated a lot of defense, I'm afraid they would have been broken in one fell swoop.

Just then, as if she had suddenly noticed something, Maka glanced back.

In fact, without looking more, he saw that old Mr. scarmand opened his old suitcase, and all kinds of rare animals were climbing out of it.

Among them, the largest number is glaring, which is a variety of Pegasus. The whole body is gray and the speed is very fast. Their reproductive ability is not strong, and I don't know how scarmand cultivated so many of them.

The largest are three Sphinx falcons and a Sphinx. They originated from Greece and Egypt respectively. Although the Ministry of magic divided them into "XXXX" level considering that they are not very dangerous, their combat ability will not be lost to the fire dragon.

Seeing all kinds of magical animals still drilling out, Maka blinked and threw her eyes into the air. If you look further, he can witness the moment when Hogwarts became a rare zoo.

If scarmand can command these magical animals, it can also become a considerable combat power.

In mid air, those black dead men whirled up again after a round of power accumulation impact and launched a continuous attack on the protective barrier. In the face of the impact of hundreds of black dead, the protective barrier is like an insufficiently inflated balloon, which may be completely broken at any time.

Maka wants to let those elves do it, but it's not the time yet. The magic of elves is not unlimited. We need to wait a little longer before they show up.

At least, they can't be wasted on temporary defense.

Just then, a heavy footsteps sounded from the main gate of the castle. The footsteps sound like thousands of troops, but they are neat and uniform. Each step is stepped on the same time point.

Maka knew that Professor McGonagall had brought all the guests back to the castle. Those footsteps are one of the existing known defense spells of Hogwarts castle, the stone Knight order.

In theory, every wizard who is proficient in transfiguration can move ten or even dozens of statues and act according to the wishes of the caster. But if you want to control hundreds of stone statues to fight, it can't be done by a magic spell alone.

All statues and armor inside and outside Hogwarts castle are fixed with ancient magic. Once a deformation master starts them, they can automatically fight to protect Hogwarts.

Professor McGonagall will close the door when all the stone statues come out of the castle. At that time, the time in Maka's heart will come.

What's the timing? Of course, it's time to show Hogwarts's strength in front of all the guests today!

"Everybody, get ready and withdraw to the castle at any time." Maka turned back. "Mr. scarmand, please take your little friends to the back door. I think someone needs to guard there more."

He didn't expect the old man to release so many magical animals, but you know, it's easy to put them out and it's not so easy to take them back. At present, he can only move him first.

"OK, I'll take them to guard the back door!"

Although the old man is very old, his bones are still strong. When he turned over, he climbed onto the back of a glaring Pegasus, "Hey law" quickly went away, followed by a large group of animals in different forms.

"Is there anything outside the castle that hasn't gone back?" Marca asked again.

Before the voice fell and the others answered, he suddenly looked back at the sky. At this time, a black flame approached from a distance and crashed into the barrier with a long tail.

With a click, the protective barrier finally couldn't support anymore and broke with a bang.

"Go back!"

Except for Maka, all the wizards who maintained the barrier stumbled back for several steps, and the weaker astronomy professor cinnista and Muggle research professor bubagi even fell down on the snow.

The violent wind and snow that had been blocked by the barrier came to Hogwarts again. Mixed with the flying snow, it was the crowds of black dead.

Maka looked at the black flame flying in the front, felt the restless power, and nodded secretly.

He has confirmed the identity of the comer, which is undoubtedly Voldemort himself. But the time has not come yet. He has to wait - until they are close enough!

The professors immediately hurried back to the castle according to the previously agreed plan, and the gate was soon closed. Even though the stone statue Knights have not been released, McGonagall is not allowed to do so in time.

"Boom, boom..."

A series of crashing sounds suddenly sounded, and a large number of black dead finally landed. Although Voldemort, incarnated as black flame, flew in the front, he stood among the black dead when he landed, and looked at Maka coldly across the large black air.

It seems that the Dark Lord has suffered enough losses and is finally cautious.

"McLean, we haven't seen each other for a while." his tone was calm, but the hidden hatred and killing could not be concealed.

"Voldemort, are you here for Dumbledore's funeral?" asked Marca casually.

His mouth was asking questions, and his eyes were looking directly at Voldemort, but his attention was not properly placed on Voldemort, and he still felt everything around him.

"To the funeral? Me?" Voldemort snorted coldly. "What do you think?"

"Anyway, you're one of Professor Dumbledore's students, aren't you?" Marca said perfunctorily. "You see, we're all the same. We were all Hogwarts students."

"He never regarded me as his student," Voldemort stood where he was and didn't start first. Even his black dead stopped and just surrounded Maka. "I'm just his prop - it's the prop he used to show his hypocrisy, okay?"

"That's just your own thinking. Is there any evidence to prove it?" Marca shrugged and frowned slightly.

He is procrastinating for his own preparation; But as for Voldemort's performance after landing, he seems to be procrastinating. Otherwise, with Voldemort's current caution, how could he stand and chat with him so cooperatively?

When both sides may have backhands, it depends on whose backhand is more powerful.

"... still need proof?" Voldemort suddenly sneered. His whole body was shrouded in black flames, but people couldn't see his current expression. "I won so many honors for myself and Hogwarts at school, but the old man Dumbledore kept staring at me - did he think I couldn't find it? He never trusted me!"

When Maka heard the speech, she looked at him carefully, and then shook her head.

"You form gangs in Hogwarts and use your classmates as servants and tools. Tell me, where can you trust?"

Just this sentence seemed to tell Voldemort that Maka's understanding of him was not limited to rumors.