amaotonovel Chapter 435 Who is he contacting?
Chapter 435 Who is he contacting?
Chapter 435 Who is he contacting?
Greenhouse No. [-].
Professor Sprout hurriedly gave Neville an order, and she picked up her bag from the corner of the greenhouse and rushed out as well.
There was only a group of students who were at a loss.
Neville and Ron exchanged glances.
They don't know much about these things, but white frost and snow.
Harry had mentioned that it was a celestial phenomenon caused by the presence of the Wild Hunt.
"Parvati." Ron tiptoed and glanced at the girl, "You and Hufflepuff's prefects organize the records and stay in the greenhouse."
Neville has already rushed out of the greenhouse.
Parvati frowned: "Are you going out?"
The Hufflepuff prefect stood up: "Weasley, not only you Gryffindors can be heroes, we can too."
Ron shook his head and interrupted him with a wave of his hand: "No, we're not here to help the professors."
"Don't you guys have such thoughts."
"Professor Dumbledore has always been in the castle, and the professors are gone now, and there is nothing they can't handle now."
"Me and Neville are going to the castle."
The Hufflepuff prefect wanted to say something more.
Ron said softly, "This is the safest place. In this case, ensuring your own safety is the best thing for the professors."
The Hufflepuff prefect shook his head, "Just let Miss Parvati stay in the greenhouse."
"We still have many students in the castle."
"Especially the little wizard."
The fifth and seventh grade students were not too worried. After all, they were very experienced—the fifth grade little wizards were attacked by basilisks as soon as they entered school, and the second graders were dementors. They knew what to do in such a situation.
But students in the fourth grade and below do not have much experience, especially the younger they are, the more difficult it is to make a clear judgment at this time.
They need prefects.
Ron nodded: "Of course, you are right."
Neville was out.
Hufflepuff's two prefects, and Ron, followed him closely.
Parvati drew out her wand and took a deep breath.
Hogwarts is once again in danger.
On the Black Lake.
Dumbledore and Voldemort had a brief confrontation, and both of them looked a little heavy when the curse came and went.
"Tom, it seems that you have not mastered the new body very well." Dumbledore said lightly, but the hand holding the wand trembled slightly.
At this moment, fighting Voldemort, who was resurrected with Hoarfrost and absorbed a lot of Hogwarts magic power, was not a small burden for him.
Just dealing with Bai Shuang was enough to give him a headache.
Can.
Voldemort relied not only on Rime, but also from a new magic built around Rime.
The only good news.
It seems that he has just been resurrected, and this body is not made of flesh and blood. Voldemort can't adapt well. When casting some magic, it is easy to get stuck, very weak, less than a second. According to Hogwarts Those little wizards who love photography say that it is a momentary frame.
In the duel between the most powerful wizards, this inconspicuous lag is too deadly.
This good news is not as good as it seems.
Dumbledore's expression was uncontrollably heavy.
If it was Harry fighting himself.
This kind of bad lag happened to me, probably. The head was chopped off a long time ago, and it was used as a Quaffle.
But even so, all he could do at this time was barely resist Voldemort.
The magic in him is endless.
I am indeed old.
After consuming it, and waiting for him to familiarize himself with his body, he might not be his opponent anymore.
Voldemort's face was also heavy.
Things didn't turn out the way he had imagined.
Formidable power, huge magic power, with his own wisdom and ability, should absolutely crush Dumbledore.
But why.
He can still resist himself now.
"But it's enough to deal with you old guy." Voldemort raised his hand again, and with a light touch, the hoarfrost condensed.
In the snow.
A tabby cat jumped out from behind a snowdrift, landed lightly, and turned into a woman.
It was Minerva McGonagall.
Her human body is too old, and she is no match for a cat's body on the road.
"Tom Riddle?" McGonagall looked up at the man floating in the sky, his voice hesitated, "He's resurrected?"
Dumbledore raised his wand, and the Vanishing Curse countered Voldemort's call of Hoarfrost.
McGonagall raised her wand too.
As the most well-known transfiguration master in this century, her transfiguration spells have always been outstanding. Ice cubes and driftwood turned into trebuchets one after another. When she picked it up with her wand, the boulder fell into place with a bang and fell towards Voldemort.
Professor Sprout was the second to arrive.
The greenhouse is closest to the Black Lake.
She took out a handful of seeds from her pocket and sprinkled them on the ice. There was no soil and no fertilizer, but these deadly and dangerous plants grew instantly, vigorously, and swung their whips towards Voldemort.
Hagrid came too.
He didn't believe the thickness of the ice, so he pulled out a tree from the shore that was about the thickness of his arm, and threw it fiercely at the people in the sky like a javelin, piercing through the air.
"Ordinary magic doesn't work for me." Voldemort whispered, and waved his hand.
Hoarfrost poured out.
Hundreds of branches and vines were frozen in the air in an instant. As magical plants with stronger vitality, they resisted, but to no avail.
Doomsday.
They didn't even reach Voldemort's feet.
Compared to Sprout, the attacks of McGonagall and Hagrid still had some effect. After being frozen by hoarfrost, driven by inertia, stones and trees still flew towards Voldemort.
but.
Under the extremely cold temperature, the energy inside them was absorbed by the hoarfrost, and they were crushed into powder and fell down with just a tiny wave of wind and waves.
McGonagall and Sprout looked at him in fear.
Back again.
Voldemort grew stronger.
Voldemort had never been able to neutralize their attacks with such ease and ease before.
Voldemort still wanted to sneer, his eyes turned away from Dumbledore, and his expression changed.
Dumbledore took the opportunity to say some spell.
Instead, he called out his patron saint.
When he looked over, Dumbledore had just finished saying something to the silver phoenix, and it flapped its wings and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Voldemort doesn't know the Patronus Charm.
But it didn't prevent him from understanding the spell, Dumbledore was sending a message.
what news?
To whom?
Especially at this time.
A name, born in his mind: "Harry Potter".
He is not afraid of Dumbledore, even if he adds these professors from Hogwarts, he is not afraid, but there is one more Potter.
Voldemort frowned.
It is not a good choice to face Potter and Dumbledore to join forces when he has not yet fully mastered his body and the huge magical power in his body.
He points his finger.
Hoarfrost condensed into a ball and flew towards the castle rapidly.
(End of this chapter)