days at Hogwarts

Chapter 749: New York Airport Melee
The plane descended below the clouds. In a very short time, the sky became overcast and the cabin seemed a little dim. It began to drizzle outside the window. The New York airport was brightly lit in the rain, like a huge candlestick. The giant steel bird swooped straight towards the candlelight.

Lucius smelled the moist air and looked out through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the terminal. The world outside became hazy.

He was still wearing a cloak and a hood, and a mask on his face. This standard Death Eater attire had little effect on old Goyle next to him. He was too big and strong. It could confuse people when old Crabbe was around, but it was completely meaningless now.

Old Crabbe's escape caused some disturbance, and Voldemort tortured the patrol members with the Cruciatus Curse, but that was all, and the attack plan went on as usual.

Lucius pretended to casually glance at the snake-faced man standing in front of him. He could feel that the fear that the Dark Lord brought to the Death Eaters was weakening.

The roar of the engine stirred up a whirlwind, and the propeller blades blew the rain curtain sideways, as if a monster carrying wind and rain was roaring.

The runway was neither long nor short. The passenger plane taxied for a distance and then stopped. The lights in the cockpit window and the cabin went out, and the entire airport suddenly became quiet, as if there was only the howling wind and rain.

Harry left the cabin along the gangway, letting the raindrops streak across his cheeks, leaving behind a cold touch. The Aurors and members of the Order of the Phoenix around him were silent.

The silent airport was filled with a terrifying and oppressive atmosphere, which made it difficult for them to breathe. At this time, a sharp and piercing voice came from afar, as if a python was spitting its tongue in their ears. The poisonous snake was whispering:

"Welcome, Harry Potter."

"Voldemort, long time no see."

Harry felt that he had not performed well, and his voice was a little hoarse due to the cold and nervousness. He squeezed his wand slightly, and his tense body gradually relaxed. This feeling often occurred before the start of a Quidditch game, and it was the most suitable state for fighting.

Everyone was facing the passage not far away, where a group of wizards with their faces covered stood. Their cloaks were soaked by the rain and stuck to their bodies like some kind of shroud. The rain took the initiative to avoid the snake-faced man in the front. He was wearing a long robe and his face was not covered. There were several pink scars on his pale face. That was Voldemort.

Voldemort tilted his head slightly, his lipless mouth twisting into a strange, dark smile. "Just yesterday, one of my servants escaped. I thought the news brought by the worm would scare you into hiding, hiding in the crib that Dumbledore prepared for you, just like you did that night sixteen years ago."

Harry felt the anger, but it did not scatter his reason, but made him calmer. "After that Easter night, I thought Dumbledore and Lauren would scare you into hiding, hiding back in the forests of Albania, just like that night sixteen years ago and three years ago."

"Sixteen years ago...sixteen years ago!" A faint green light appeared in Voldemort's snake pupils: "I hope you are lucky enough tonight and can survive again. I am so sorry that you no longer have relatives to sacrifice."

"But with us here tonight, Vol…demort, the Ministry of Magic will arrest you!"

Scrimgeour suddenly took a step forward, his slightly limping legs still trembling. As he took a step, many Aurors raised their wands at the same time, followed closely by members of the Order of the Phoenix. Spells of various colors quickly condensed and shot out.

Disarming spells, repelling spells, stunning spells, disintegrating spells... It was impossible to tell what spells those densely packed beams of light were. The various colored lights briefly illuminated the airport runway, and the light and shadows in the rain were particularly bright.

A hint of mockery flashed in Voldemort's eyes. He waved his wand gracefully, and a shining silver shield appeared out of thin air in front of him.

All those spells fell on the silver shield, making a low, slight tremor that was frightening.

The light of the spell and the silver shield illuminated Voldemort's face, with his scarlet vertical pupils, nose-less holes, and a sinister smile on the corners of his mouth. He looked like a demon from the depths of hell, eerily evil.

Scrimgeour's breathing was a little slow. He tried his best to remain calm and was about to instruct the Aurors to cast the spell, but the next moment he saw Voldemort move.

The man waved the wand gracefully, but not towards them, but towards the night sky under the rain. The silver shield turned into a dark green flame and was waved towards the sky. The flame evaporated the heavy rain, turning countless raindrops into white mist. Green light floated in the mist, forming a pattern of giant skulls and snakes.

The Dark Mark hung high in the air, weighing heavily on everyone's heart.

Harry stared at Voldemort's movements. He keenly noticed that after the Dark Mark was formed, Voldemort still raised his wand and whispered: "Avada Kedavra"

The dark mark instantly dispersed, like balls of phosphorus hanging in the air, emitting a strong ominous aura, and the ghostly light was even more evil.

This was a terrifying scene. Mad-Eye Moody screamed at the top of his lungs: "Cover! Find cover!"

The Aurors and members of the Order of the Phoenix were unable to think of anything else and fled in all directions.

The cold rain fell on Harry's shoulders. He stared at Voldemort and the wand in his hand. The shape of the wand was like a branch cut from an old tree. The carvings and tung oil color were very ordinary, but it exuded a terrifying green light.

The Killing Curse covered the entire area. Such a powerful magic, Harry didn't believe that his casting speed was the same as usual, and other people were afraid of the Killing Curse, but he was not that afraid. Subconsciously, he cast the spell he was most familiar with.

"Expelliarmus!" Harry roared.

A bright red light burst out and arrived in the blink of an eye, hitting Voldemort heavily in front of him.

Whether they were Death Eaters or Aurors, everyone held their breath - at the moment the spell was about to be cast, a bright green light burst out from the tip of Voldemort's wand, and he was in a stalemate with the Disarming Curse.

In just a moment, the dark mark covering the sky above turned into the flame of the Killing Curse. Without the magical support, it fell down. The flame turned into raindrops that sprinkled down, still lingering with a heart-pounding ominous aura. That was the magic of the Killing Curse.

Snape had only shown it to him once, but Voldemort had already mastered the use of this breath of death and integrated it into the Dark Mark.

Although he has never experienced death himself, he knows more about the Killing Curse than any other wizard.

The Aurors dodged in fear, and Scrimgeour witnessed with his own eyes a water ant trapped in the rain. When it touched the green fire, its entire body immediately ignited and turned into another faint green fire.

Harry was still in a stalemate with Voldemort, as if there was some hidden protective power that made all the fatal flames avoid him. If at the other end of the magic beam, the raindrops avoided Voldemort.

The green light swallowed up the red light bit by bit.

On one side was the most powerful dark wizard in hundreds of years, and on the other side were students who had not yet graduated. The balance of power in this struggle quickly tilted towards Voldemort.

Sirius, Lupin and others took immediate action, trying to interfere with Voldemort while avoiding the flames, but they were spotted by numerous Death Eaters. The two sides immediately engaged in a fight, and the falling flames burned silently without anyone noticing that the battlefield was gradually divided.

……

In front of the right aircraft engine.

Rookwood narrowed his eyes at his former colleague and said, "Rufus, you are old and your legs are not convenient. Why don't you settle down?"

"You are old too, why don't you just stay in Azkaban?"

"I did think so, but I gave up the idea after three days in Azkaban. Those Dementors will drive people crazy, which is more unbearable than the death penalty." Rookwood's eyes were gloomy: "You are the one who makes the rules now, maybe you should give it a try."

“The rules have changed.”

"Changed?"

Scrimgeour dodged a ball of fire that landed at his feet, and Rookwood did not take the opportunity to attack. He felt something was wrong, but he could not tell what was wrong, so he continued, "Azkaban is now a prison for Dementors, a prison newly established by the Ministry of Magic. If you surrender immediately, I will propose to the Inquisition to commute your sentence."

"But I have been in prison long enough. People who have been imprisoned desire freedom even more..." Scrimgeour did not hear the last part of the whisper. He only saw that Rookwood had raised his wand, with a dazzling light on the tip, and he quickly swung his wand to meet the attack.

The surrounding rain evaporated into thick white mist under the influence of transfiguration and flames.

……

Under the tail of the aircraft.

Professor McGonagall waved her wand while dodging the flames, and used Transfiguration to transform the nearby grass into tiger and leopard puppets, which attacked with sharp fangs and claws. She alone held back several Death Eaters including Selwyn, Jugson, and Mulciber.

Perhaps it was because the professor was too conspicuous, or perhaps some Death Eaters saw that the battle here was easier, Avery slowly moved towards this side, attempting to launch a sneak attack on Professor McGonagall who was concentrating on fighting the enemy. Just as he passed under the gangway, Mad-Eye Moody suddenly jumped out, raised his wooden prosthesis and kicked him over, confiscated his wand, and cast a Stunning Spell.

"Remember to stay alert at all times!"

Mad-Eye Moody muttered something like a warning, his magic eye swiveled around, stared at another regiment of Death Eaters, and quietly approached.

……

Under the wing.

Senior Auror Kingsley is dealing with a Death Eater named Corban Yaxley, a criminal who escaped trial and later infiltrated the Ministry of Magic. The long years have worn away the Death Eater's ferocity and his dueling skills. Kingsley is like a seasoned hunter, constantly approaching and increasing the pressure, waiting for him to reveal a flaw and capture him with one blow.

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He did not notice that in the shadows below the hatch, an inconspicuous magic wand was quietly pointed at him. The burly Antonin Dolokhov, huddled in the shadows, seemed to have seen him die under the green light, and a cruel smile appeared on his lips.

Just as Dolohov was about to cast the Killing Curse, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a red light coming towards him, and then he heard the sound of chanting.

"[Expelliarmus]"

The wand flew out of his hand, and Dolohov turned his head to look. A rough fist kept growing in front of him, and it hit him with a bang, making him see stars.

Two familiar red-haired figures stood in front of him, the one on the left had pigtails and frivolous earrings on her ears, the one on the right was a little shorter and a little fatter, with a broad, honest face, weather-beaten, and freckled, looking almost brown, with strong muscles in his arms, and the other hand had a sleeve rolled up, revealing a large, shiny scar from a fire burn.

"I surrender, I surrender..." Dolohov lost his wand, his head was dizzy, and he shouted hurriedly, "I am willing to accept the trial. I was forced by the Dark Lord. I was under the Imperius Curse."

The honest young man on the right asked, "Your name is Antonin Dolokhov, right?"

"That's right!" Dolokhov nodded quickly. Although he was big and strong, he didn't have the toughness of a strong man.

Just as he finished speaking, a powerful knee had already hit his abdomen. Dolokhov curled up and twitched, gasping for breath in pain. The two red-haired young men punched and kicked him one after another, and Dolokhov gradually could not hear their voices clearly.

"Didn't you eat, Bill? Focus on the attack."

"Do you think everyone is like you, Charlie the Savage Dragon Breeder?"

"If he is beaten so badly that he cannot go to court, Mom might be happy and hold it against us for leaving without permission."

"This despicable guy actually killed two uncles, ugh!"

……

The edge of the tarmac.

"[Fainted]"

"[Split into pieces]"

"..."

Beams of spells were cast one after another. The four Death Eaters responded hastily, but were still unable to withstand them. They had to fight and retreat at the same time. However, there was a wall not far behind them, and they would soon be forced into a dead end.

The four Death Eaters are two pairs of blood relatives. The ones who are gloomy-faced and planning a counterattack are Rodolphus and Rabastan, the two brothers of the Lestrange family. The ones who are constantly casting the Shield Charm for defense are Alecto and Amycus, the two siblings of the Carrow family.

Lupin kept waving his wand and warned without turning his head: "We are getting close to the wall. Watch out for their counterattack, especially the Lestrange brothers. Everyone in their family is crazy."

"Believe me, no one knows this better than me. My sister married into their family."

"And my aunt."

"Speaking of which, Remus, you and Tonks are together, so what should you call me?"

"Shut up!"

Sirius and Tonks were talking back and forth, and for a few moments Lupin felt that they were not on a duel battlefield, but at a family dinner table.

The two Defense Against the Dark Arts professors worked closely together, with Tonks assisting from the side, and the three of them gradually forced the four Death Eaters on the opposite side into a dead end, waiting for the final moment to close the net.

Just as they were about to cast another round of spells, the Lestrange brothers pushed the Rawls out. While the two siblings were using their bodies to block the spells, Rodolphus and Rabastan simultaneously cast their best spells.

"[Heart-piercing]"

Two beams of red light attacked Lupin and Sirius respectively. Tonks reacted hastily and only had time to block the Cruciatus Curse for Lupin.

Lupin did not look at his companions beside him. With a serious and stern expression, he released four stunning spells in succession, all of which hit the target and eliminated the enemy threat. Only then did he have time to check on Sirius's condition.

At the moment when the Cruciatus Curse was about to fall, Sirius opened his eyes wide, and his cloak and hat shook violently, as if he was in great pain, and then slowly calmed down. Blue smoke rose, and the graffiti of Peeves sticking out his tongue emerged in the smoke.

"I understand the smoke was to cover the retreat."

Lupin was a little speechless: "Can't you change it to a more serious pattern, like the Ministry of Magic or the Hogwarts logo?"

Tonks shrugged. "George and Fred said the Ministry of Magic was being too aggressive with prices, so the discounts were considered advertising fees."

"I will definitely complain to them when I get back."

Sirius coughed loudly and waved his hands to disperse the smoke.

(End of this chapter)