Raven's Claw at Hogwarts

Chapter 530
Mike couldn't hear what Franklin said.

At this moment, he was lying on the Thunderbird's back, and was carried by the Thunderbird towards the terrifying waterspout at a speed almost comparable to that of lightning!
Beside them, countless lightning bolts are surging!

I don't know whether it was Voldemort's instruction or the Thunderbird's special physique. As soon as Mike rode the Thunderbird, he found that all the thunder and lightning around him were gathering towards them.

Fortunately, Thunderbird itself has a certain ability to control thunder and lightning. Under the control of Thunderbird, most of the lightning and lightning are led to other places by it, and the remaining thunder and lightning do not pose any threat to Thunderbird. It was absorbed by Thunderbird and turned into the energy source for its high-speed movement!

But this situation changed soon, because Mike and Thunderbird finally rushed into the range of the waterspout!
As soon as it entered, the Thunderbird slowed down under the effect of the hurricane, and at the same time let out a mournful cry.

The icy water knife mixed in the strong wind easily cut through the Thunderbird's tough feathers, leaving dense wounds on its body surface.

A circle of blood mist suddenly exploded in the air, and the thunderbird's light brown feathers were completely dyed red in an instant, and the blue and white electric lights wrapped around its body were dyed scarlet red!

The severe pain made Thunderbird instinctively want to escape from here.

But at this moment, there was a tingling pain from its neck, and Mike, who had been lying on its back, directly inserted half of the holy sword into the back of Thunderbird's neck.

This sudden change made Thunderbird give up the idea of ​​escaping, and could only continue to rush forward in an almost tragic way.

Fortunately, Mike is not a devil. After confirming that the Thunderbird had given up on running away, he also took out his wand and created a huge armor protection spell to envelop him and Thunderbird together.

The moment the protective cover appeared, there were dense crackling sounds on its surface. Mike was surprised to find that those water droplets hitting the translucent protective cover actually aroused dense sparks!This is simply unscientific!

But Mike's attention was quickly diverted from the spectacle of sparks flying above the shield.

Because the attack from the outside world was too violent, the strength of the shield he released was not enough at all, so he could only barely maintain it by outputting magic power desperately.

Feeling the magic power being consumed crazily in his body, Mike once again felt the huge gap between ordinary wizards and legendary wizards.

Ordinary wizards can only rely on the magic power in their bodies to forcibly create supernatural phenomena when releasing spells, but legendary wizards are able to mobilize various forces that already exist in nature at will, and the magic power in their bodies just acts as a crowbar The role of consumption is simply pitiful.

This made Mike yearn for the legendary realm even more.

But although their situation is very bad at the moment, fortunately, Thunderbird's speed finally returned to normal after it released the shield. Judging from the current situation, they will soon be able to touch the waterspout itself.

'Next, it's up to you, Arthur. '

Looking at the waterspout that was getting closer, Mike thought instinctively.

And just when they were about to collide with the waterspout, Arthur's muscles on the ground below suddenly swelled as if feeling something in his heart, and then, the silver sword he was holding high finally fell down!
A silver-white sharp edge pierced the sky, shattering all the wind, rain, and lightning along the way, and instantly imprinted on the waterspout in front of Mike.

"Cut off the water!"

"Joooo!~"

A strange sound sounded, and the sword marks printed on the waterspout suddenly exploded, directly tearing a long hole in its body, revealing Voldemort who was hiding in it cautiously and surrounded by thunder.

And the most amazing thing is that the gap cut by the sword light was not refilled by the water flow, but just stayed there so abruptly!
Mike could even see the surprised look on Voldemort's face!
A look of joy flashed in Thunderbird's eyes. It was driven by Mike along the way and was already seriously injured, and now this painful journey is finally coming to an end!

Thunderbird let out a cry, and rushed into the gap with a sudden acceleration!
The inside of a waterspout is a wondrous space.

Although the place is still full of loud noises, it is calm and calm. There is not even a single cloud in the sky here. The bright moonlight shines through the layers of water mist on the surrounding water walls that pierce into the sky, creating waves of waves Under the reflection of this light, Mike and Voldemort are like being in a kaleidoscope, which is extremely magical.

But at this moment, neither Voldemort nor Mike has the heart to appreciate this beautiful scenery!

After entering the eye of the storm, Thunderbird seemed to have exhausted all its strength and fell towards the sea!
But that's enough!
"drink!"

Mike shouted loudly, and the holy sword in his hand was thrown violently by him. At the same time, a thick green light mixed with several red lights flashed out of his other hand, and followed the holy sword and flew towards Voldemort!

Seeing this, a strong magical power erupted from Voldemort's body, and the spells that Mike shot were instantly bounced away from a long distance away, but the handle directly tore through Voldemort's hastily formed Protective net, continue to stab!

Voldemort's face was distorted, he waved his arms wildly, and the endless magic power was swayed by him as if he didn't want money, but it was all useless, no matter how anxious he was, the holy sword was not affected in any way!
The current situation is exactly as Mike expected before.

The so-called magic spell is too fragile in the eyes of legendary wizards like Voldemort, who can completely destroy it with a wave of their hands.

But for a demon-hunting silver sword like the holy sword, their usual defensive methods are so weak.

Seeing the holy sword approaching its destination little by little, the corners of Mike's mouth gradually rose.

In order to prevent the opponent's magic power from affecting the holy sword, he didn't even cast the floating spell on the holy sword, but threw the holy sword purely by tyrannical physical strength.

And now, his hard work is finally about to pay off!

"Pfft!"

The holy sword easily pierced the electric ball in Voldemort's chest, and under the action of the holy power above the holy sword, the white electric ball instantly disappeared into nothingness.

And with the disappearance of the energy source, the powerful telegram on Voldemort's surface was like a short-circuited light bulb. It flickered a few times and then went out, leaving only the scorched black scars on the surface.

Voldemort stared blankly at his empty chest, as if he still didn't understand what happened.

But soon, his body began to disintegrate into flying ash like a completely burnt match.

Voldemort stretched out his hands in horror, trying to grab the flying ashes, but it was all in vain.

Finally, just as it was about to dissipate completely, Voldemort finally came to his senses.

He slowly lowered his head to look at Mike who was falling with the Thunderbird, with a weird smile on the corner of his mouth, and said softly:
"Do you think you've won? I'm immortal."

After all, Voldemort's remaining upper body dissipated, and then the terrifying waterspout also lost its source of magic power and began to collapse. The seawater that was swept up into the sky by the waterspout mixed with various marine life fell from the clouds like raindrops, forming a A spectacle of fishing in the sky!

"Hoohoo!~"

Mike in mid-air panted and waved the wand in his hand, and then a thrust rose from the bottom, supporting him and the exhausted Thunderbird Thor to the ground slowly.

And when he landed, Benjamin, Arthur and others also rushed over one after another. Everyone laughed and surrounded Mike in the center, cheering desperately.

Seeing this, Mike forced a smile. For some reason, he always had an ominous premonition, as if the matter was far from over, and a new danger was approaching quickly.

But Voldemort was obviously dead, and he couldn't think of anything else that could threaten him now.

In the end, thinking to no avail, he blamed all of this on Voldemort's dying sentence. In his opinion, this sentence was completely because Voldemort wanted to block him before he died, and all Horcruxes had been destroyed. There is no possibility of Voldemort being resurrected now.

But I have to say that Voldemort still succeeded, and Mike is really in a bad mood now.

With a long breath, Mike called everyone back to the base to celebrate.

After all, he felt a little awkward staying in this place.

Hearing the words, everyone agreed one after another, imagining the celebration dinner later, and everyone couldn't wait to take out the door keys and prepare thoroughly.

But when they actually pressed the switch of the door key, an accident happened.

"Huh? Why isn't my portkey responding?"

"mine too."

"Is it broken?"

"Impossible? This is a special product!"

……

Hearing the exclamation of the surrounding team members, Mike frowned instantly, and the magic wand and holy sword that had been put away by him also reappeared in his hands.

No one knows better than him that the Portkeys manufactured by the Los Santos Group will not suddenly fail on such a large scale, so the immediate reason for this result is that the space blockade nearby has not been unlocked!

But Voldemort is dead!
Who is still maintaining the restriction around here? !

"Congratulations, Mike, you have finally defeated Voldemort."

Suddenly, an old voice sounded from behind Mike. Mike turned his head sharply with his wand in his hand, and saw Dumbledore, who was already as thin as a skeleton, looking at him with complicated expressions. A faint blue light was shining on the wooden wand.

"Professor Dumbledore?" Mike looked at the other party vigilantly. Although his tone was gentle, he never let go of the wand pointing at the other party. "Why did you appear here?"

At this time, Benjamin and the others finally came to their senses. They all suppressed the joy on their faces and dispersed into combat teams to surround Dumbledore.

Dumbledore completely turned a blind eye to the crowd surrounding him, and his gaze was focused on Mike from the beginning to the end.

From his eyes, Mike felt extremely sad and disappointed, which made Mike instinctively turn his head away and didn't want to look at him.

However, considering that there are still such subordinates watching around, Mike finally resisted the discomfort with perseverance and forcibly turned his gaze.

Seeing this, the sadness in Dumbledore's eyes became stronger. He just looked at Mike quietly, and said slowly after a long time:

"Mike, what do you... want?"

"Huh?" Mike's expression froze for a moment, "Of course I want to destroy Voldemort and restore peace to this world."

Dumbledore shook his head slowly, and said:

"So now that you've got what you wanted, is it time to stop?"

"I do not understand what you are saying?"

"You know, you've always known." Dumbledore became emotional as he spoke, "Why did you provoke this dispute? So many people died for it, this... Is it really worth it?"

Mike didn't speak. To be honest, he felt quite uncomfortable seeing Dumbledore's almost inhuman appearance now. You must know that he could have avoided all this in the first place.

But the companions beside him don't think so.

Franklin couldn't take it anymore when he heard the words, he took two steps forward and roared:

"Of course it's worth it! This is fighting for their own interests! Why are those pure-bloods always on top? Why are we Muggle-born wizards being trampled into a mud pit? Why are we only allowed to be ignored by those people?" Stop sucking blood? Wasn't it you who sent the admission letter to ask us to come here to study? Since the world is full of malice against us mudbloods, why did you come to us? Principal Dumbledore!"

Franklin's roar echoed in the air, and these words were like sharp swords, piercing deeply into Dumbledore's heart.

The cold and clammy sea breeze hit Dumbledore head-on from the southwest with a sad expression, and his skinny body suddenly faltered, as if he would fall down at any moment.

Seeing this, Franklin also felt a little guilty, silently lowered his head, and said nothing more.

But at this time, Dumbledore sighed deeply, choked up and said:

"I'm sorry, children, for making you feel wronged. But... we can take it slowly. The world is slowly getting better. I believe that one day that beautiful world will finally come true. We just need to take it slowly. of……"

"Why us?" Franklin raised his head again, the muscles on his face were twitching constantly, "Why are we the ones waiting? Do you know how difficult these days are? Since we can wait slowly If the world changes for the better, then can’t those pure bloods adapt to the suddenly changing world?”

Dumbledore kept opening and closing his open mouth, but no sound came out of it, as if he didn't know how to answer Franklin.

The next moment, he seemed to have thought of something, and turned his head to look at the crowd surrounding him.

But all he could see were pairs of eyes full of hatred.

At this moment, Dumbledore's face became even older, and he finally understood.

Things have developed to the point where the conflicts between pure-blood wizards and other ethnic groups are completely irreconcilable, and the two sides must meet each other to the death.

Dumbledore took a deep breath and looked at Mike who had been silent.

(End of this chapter)