Chapter 705: Chaotic battlefield

The ghosts rushed forward, pestering Voldemort, blocking his vision, and buying time for Harry to escape.

However, Harry was not happy at all, he even felt that he might be disappointed by the ghosts.

Because there are seven or eight Death Eaters standing in a semi-circle on his right side, choosing to break through here is definitely an extremely demented decision, but Harry has no choice but to believe in James and Lily. Words, just bite the bullet and rushed forward.

The Death Eaters who formed a circle outside looked a little at a loss. They witnessed Harry Potter once again resisting the Killing Curse, and used an unknown magic to summon a bunch of ghosts to entangle the powerful Dark Lord. .

"Stop him all for me!"

Voldemort's angry voice echoed in the cemetery, and at the same time it awakened the panicked Death Eaters.

The few people who stopped in front of Harry immediately drew out their wands. Lucius, who was standing in front, showed a grinning smile. He raised his cane, and there was a spell in his mouth. A crimson beam came from the rod. The tip flew out and shot straight at Harry.

"Protegos~ (armor bodyguard At the very moment, Harry used the iron armor curse again.

Fortunately, this time the spell worked. The magical barriers that rose around deflected the red light beams. A scream was heard from the crowd, and it was not known that the hapless guy had gotten the move.

Harry didn't have time to look back, a feeling of palpitations was already in his mind, but it was the black wizards beside Lucius who raised their wands at him.

Harry's pupils shrank slightly, and the protection of the iron armor curse couldn't resist so much magic at the same time.

But what made Harry's scalp numb was that a very abstract human face suddenly "grown" on the old tree behind several Death Eaters, with deep eyes, mouth and nose. Holes, pits and pits, as if they were moth-eaten.

A waist-thin branch waved toward him, and Harry shielded his head in despair, and several painful screams and screams soon rang in his ears.

Harry, who could not wait to attack, raised his head unexpectedly, only to discover that the weird old tree did not attack him. The sturdy branches swept across again, drawing on the other Death Eaters, and flying them away. Got out.

Transfiguration!

"Harry, are you okay?" Sirius ran to Harry quickly, helped him up, and said worriedly.

Harry felt that the skeleton of his whole body was about to fall apart, but he saw that Sirius' excitement suppressed everything, so he shook his head decisively, saying that he was fine now.

"Harry, Sirius, you'd better wait for the old days, we have to go quickly! Those ghosts and my treants can't be delayed for long..." Ivan said hurriedly.

Sirius nodded, and saw that Harry was safe and his anger subsided a bit.

But soon, Sirius seemed to have thought of something, and the expression on his face instantly froze. "But where should we go now? The mysterious man will definitely follow the path of magic. We can't take him to Hogsmeade Village..."

The furious Voldemort might kill people when he sees them. Although there are many wizards there who can buy time for them to escape, he can't do it with someone else's life in exchange for his own.

Ivan's frown was also in trouble. He naturally knew that Apparition could be tracked.

In the second grade, the law enforcers in the wizarding market used a magic item to track Dougert's apparition. Ivan had no doubt that Voldemort could do this.

In other words, no matter where they flee, they will eventually be overtaken...

Ivan thought anxiously. The only hope now is to wait for Dumbledore’s rescue. Hermione and Ron’s have already notified him, but even if the old professor has learned of the news, they will not be able to be sure for a while. Specific location.

Thousands of thoughts flashed through Ivan's mind, and at the same time a fierce roar rang in the cemetery.

"You trash!"

"It's a mysterious man!" Sirius's expression suddenly changed, and he knew that Voldemort might have settled the ghosts.

Sure enough, the next second, a violent explosion sounded in the cemetery, and the flame tree man erected in the center was blown into pieces of wood in the sky by a black magic...

"Harry, Sirius, grab my hand! I know where to go!" Ivan vaguely thought of a place and suddenly shouted loudly.