Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18

"Harry! Brot!"

A roar with hatred came from outside the admiration. Although no one was seen, Voldemort would definitely not mishear this voice.

"Don't be so excited. If you shout at the top of your lungs, it won't be that interesting to play later."

"How wonderful it is to have no body. There are more than one hundred and eight postures that the soul can assume -"

The joking words were interrupted by a thick beam of green light. The green light that was originally just a fleeting killing curse turned into a penetrating death light cannon. Compared with last year, Voldemort is definitely not as weak now. , Lucius is a big boy. His gray hair has been drained of at least two-thirds of his life force by Voldemort. At this moment, Voldemort has enough magic reserves for him to squander.

The miserable green light penetrated the curtains of the window. Even outside the manor, one could clearly see a beam of light divided into four parts by the window, shooting straight into the night sky. The murderous intent that was so rich and suffocating was completely absent. The reservations came out, and Leon and his umbrella team narrowed their eyes slightly, raising the alertness in their hearts to the highest point. They were a little worried about the boy, whose strong body could not fight against the Death Curse head-on.

'boom--'

The loud sound of bricks shattering and walls collapsing stopped the dazzling green light. It was as if a rampaging monster had awakened in this room, and pieces of wall the size of a human head flew out from the shattered windows. The block crashed into the grass a hundred meters away, creating a deep crater.

The second the green light of the Death Curse flashed, there was a rock-like figure moving against the death light cannon. The tower shield that could block Harry's whole body swallowed up all the green light like a black hole. And this silent devouring didn't even make Voldemort, who cast the spell, feel anything strange.

It wasn't until the sound of wind caused by the tower shield being waved broke into his ears that they all realized something was wrong.

But by this time it was too late.

Tens of tons of huge force exploded, and the wall that was rubbed by the edge of the tower shield was completely shattered at this moment. Voldemort, who instantly turned into a ball of black smoke, was hit by the heavy shield from the front, and the rolling black mist exploded instantly. Voldemort, who was directly knocked out of the black mist incarnation form, smashed three walls and was finally embedded in the study bookshelf on the second floor of Malfoy Manor.

After absorbing enough vitality and magic power, Voldemort's body at this moment is still in a soul state similar to that of a ghost, but it can possess a physical substance.

It was also thanks to the fact that he did not have real flesh and blood at this moment, otherwise any normal person would have absolutely no chance of surviving after being sliced ​​into meatloaf by a shield.

"The Divine Edge is Shadowless!"

The right hand without a shield pulled the trigger. The gray but transparent invisible magic blade chopped into the smoke and dust rising from the broken wall. The spell as dense as a rainstorm penetrated directly through the second floor of Malfoy Manor. The wanton magic was swaying. Give people any chance to breathe.

The crisp sound of metal collision was rapid and intensive, and a thick silver shield was ejected from the muzzle before Shen Feng Wuying's blade approached. The thick silver shield could defend against two invisible blades, but it could not withstand the dense attack. A sword fight like rain.

In just two or three blinks, the thick silver shield turned into a broken wreckage, but the insignificant moment it gained caused the disappearing black mist to rise again.

"die!"

The transparent tower shield, whose shape could not be seen from the front, was waved again at some point. The bookshelf and wall that were directly hit raised a larger cloud of dust and smoke, but a pair of sharp eyes stared at the black figure trying to escape the smoke and dust.

Harry knew better than anyone else that if he wanted to defeat Voldemort head-on, he had to use his best strengths to attack Voldemort's shortcomings. He could not put too much distance between himself and Voldemort. In terms of the use of magic, he He was no match for Voldemort. Harry had already experienced this last year, but Voldemort was not good at close combat. This was his shortest weakness.

Raging smoke dragons rose and danced from all over the manor. This luxurious old house with hundreds of years of history was completely reduced to a toy castle where monsters were ravaging. Many shining gold and silver belongings flew out of the collapsed house, recording The handwritten book with the "glorious" history of the Malfoy family also turned into scattered pages flying under the night.

The sound of exploding spells and roaring roars are continuous. No one can clearly see the old man and the young man who are fighting closely inside. The tower shield with the invisibility cloak as the skin is completely the nemesis of magic. It can directly absorb magic power. The ability to destroy the existence of a spell from its roots is more decisive and straightforward than the ultimate curse.

There are many ways to put out a fire, but the most ruthless and effective method is to draw fire from the bottom of the cauldron. A spell without magic power is not magic, but the crazy words of a person with mental problems.

"Narcissa Narcissa. Narcissa!"

Lucius, who was already much older, staggered around the mansion he was familiar with. As the owner of this place, he was familiar with everything here. The room where his wife was located was on the second floor, just at the other end of his bedroom. , separated by a huge living room for displaying collections.

Lucius was originally proud of this living room, because guests who came here could see the glorious history of the Malfoy family. This was the heritage and capital that he was most proud of as a noble, but at this moment he wished he had to. He just wanted to see his wife as soon as possible for these rubbish that were used to show off his name and glory.

However, the moment when two inhuman monsters were raging beside him at a distance of tens of meters became particularly long. He had to avoid the terrible spells flying towards him and the fragments of the house that were blown away by the huge force. No matter which one was struck by If the thing hits him, he will never have any chance to stay in the world for even one second.

The stone that rubbed against his calf tore the skin and muscles, but he gritted his teeth and groaned, grabbed a wand left by an unknown ancestor, and pulled the trigger on his injured calf, healing it. The spell stopped his bleeding, and the floating spell reduced his weight. He grabbed a cane inlaid with gems and limped toward his destination.

"Dobby! Where are you, Dobby?! Get here!"

When he was about to approach the door, Lucius remembered that he had a house elf at home. He couldn't use magic to leave, but maybe the elf could.

But his shout did not attract his servant as usual. He staggered and grabbed the gold-plated handle of the door in front of him and prepared to push the door open and rush in. However, before he could turn the door lock, a huge force came out. He was knocked into the corridor wall behind him along with the door.

The blood flowing from his forehead dyed his eyes red. Through the cracked door, he saw that it was completely destroyed, and he could even see the empty ruins outside the manor at a glance.

"Narcissa Narcissa. No! You can't do this! You can't do this!!!"

A howl full of despair was squeezed out of his throat. Lucius, who was already much older, had eyes full of defeat and despair at this moment.

The heavy broken wooden door seemed to be the last straw that crushed him. The wand he was holding in his hand was released, and the light in his eyes turned dim at this moment.

"Owner?"

A voice sounded, awakening Lucius's remaining sanity.

"Dobby has sent his wife out. No one in Dobby escaped. Dobby is back to find you."

The elf dog hugged his body and spoke cautiously. He pushed open the wooden door that was pressing on Lucius, and grabbed his hand timidly.

"Dobby will take you out, Master."

Lucius's originally empty eyes were suddenly filled with a lively look.

"Narcissa is okay?"

"Dobby has taken the lady out, Master."

"What a Dobby! The best Dobby! Whatever you want, I'll give it to you! Give it all to you!"

Lucius's heart once again glowed with hope and motivation for life. The 'humble' servants he had punished and hurt countless times became the life-saving straw that saved him at this moment.

"This is what Dobby should do."

Dobby lowered his head slightly. He was indeed fulfilling the duties of a house elf. Even if he didn't like them, the elf's responsibilities and instincts required him to do so.

Although the Apparition could not be used, other magics were not disturbed. They left this locked cage before the luxurious manor was completely reduced to ruins where two monsters were raging.

A silver handcuff clasps tightly.

"Take it down and take a look." Leon said calmly, his eyes not leaving the smoky ruins.