Chapter 967: Great Melee in the Underground Cave

The battle between Snape and Voldemort was too fast, and it took only a while to move back and forth.

When Anton jumped out, the anxious Bella rushed towards her Tom, and the anxious Fiennes also rushed towards her friend Snape.

Seeing Anton standing in front of him, Fiennes breathed a sigh of relief and glared at Snape viciously, "Are you crazy?!"

Angry being angry, he still pulled out his wand in a smooth motion and cast Snape's surreptitious counter-curse.

The Dark Lord really deserved to be the Dark Lord, the damage from this spell was so powerful, he had to cast the counter-curse over and over again to barely stop the bleeding, recovering little by little.

On the other side, the proud Lord Dark Lord pulled Bella away, suffering so much pain that it was impossible for him to be supported by others in full view. He just stared at Anton coldly.

"Are you really planning to go to war with me? Anton!"

Anton thought for a while, then nodded lightly, "It doesn't matter, although some people will watch the fun, but if you want to start a war, I will follow suit!"

He doesn't provoke trouble, but he is never afraid of trouble!

These words were light and light, but they hit Lao Fu's heart heavily.

Yes, Dumbledore is still watching!

And those Ministry of Magic who are like flies are also staring at him with greedy eyes!

It would be too uneconomical to start a war with Anton now!

The best time would be when his magic army appeared and let the army sweep over the situation!

Voldemort's heart was flustered, and he could no longer suppress the wound that almost broke his entire chest in two, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out.

"Tom!" Bella screamed, and rushed over again, supporting Voldemort, looked at Anton with an extremely vicious look, and then turned to look at the large group of people behind him.

"Is this how you express your loyalty to Lord Riddle?"

This kind of accusation should not be too serious. None of the subordinates dared to talk back at this time. Everyone raised their wands and walked forward, surrounding Anton, Snape and Fiennes.

But at this moment, several young figures rushed over from the side, standing directly beside Anton, blocking Snape and Fiennes behind them.

Neville glanced at the parents in the crowd in the Auror office from a distance, then turned to look at Bella who was supporting the Dark Lord, his eyes became serious and cold, "Bellatrix Lestrange , I didn't kill you at that time, it was a mistake!"

"It's you!" Bella's angry face was suddenly full of distortion.

Only three people have successfully cast the Cruciatus Curse on her. The master Voldemort is the whip of love, which she can accept, and the demon Anthony Weasley, who can't afford it, she can also bear it, but the child Neville Longbottom, This is unbearable!

The old lady killed you little bastard!

Voldemort took the opportunity to heal the wounds caused by Shenfeng Wuying and the dagger, and did not make any statement. He must restore his peak combat ability as soon as possible, whether it is to prevent Anton's sudden madness, or not knowing where the wretched one is hiding. Dumbledore may take the opportunity to jump out, these have to make him be careful!

He was so familiar with Bella, with just one look, Bella knew his order to delay her time.

Bella pushed away the Death Eaters beside her, walked to the front, stared at Neville coldly, "I won't give you any more chances!"

Neville didn't speak, but raised his wand with extremely firm eyes, and took another step forward, ready to release an attack on Bella at any time.

Anna smiled and stroked the wand in her hand, looking at the crowd of people opposite, thinking about what kind of magic to use to kill a few more people in an instant.

As a time traveler who is used to wandering in the long river of time, he has witnessed the prosperity and destruction of so many histories, and his view of life is completely different from that of many people.

Death is not a big deal.

It's just a turning point to enter the world of dead souls and start another life.

This is also the reason why she is extremely ruthless, but she has always restrained such actions, and she will not do it if she can.

But the upbringing brought by the ancient pure-blood family made her extremely dislike to quarrel with others, so if she could not quarrel, she could just do it.

Compared with Anna, who is pure-minded, Hannah thinks a lot. She needs to think about the future development of the cottage. Showing off your fist at this time is an excellent means. But brewing an irreconcilable hostility with the Dark Lord's forces at such a moment would make the hut extremely passive.

The detached advantage brought by Anton's strength and personality will be erased.

Although you need to express your attitude when you have to, but at such a moment, try to use a softer attitude, so as not to let the hut organization fall into a whirlpool and let others benefit from it.

The means she prepared for this was a carefully cultivated 'Screaming Mandrake'.

It is an important ability of magical botanists to cultivate the medicinal properties of magical plants and finally make them meet the standard of "magic herbal medicine".

Since she joined the hut, she has been in contact with the herb 'Mandrake' a lot, and she has too many ideas.

For example, reduce the medicinal properties of mandrakes for soul replication, so as to fully cultivate the offensiveness of mandrakes for souls - so that mandrakes can produce a 'stunning' effect without needing to be out of the pot.

At this moment, she is gently stroking the Mandrake's 'reversed scales', making it agitated, with one finger hooked on the small mask that suppresses the sound on the Mandrake's small face, ready to tear it off at any time Down.

As for the twins, their shapes are a bit weird.

They both held a Muggle toy plastic Gatling gun in both hands at the same time.

That's right, it's the kind of Muggle kid's toy that shoots small crystal marbles, but the bullets in the light blue transparent bullet box have become their elaborate candies.

Each candy will explode when it is sprayed out, turning into a magic spell effect, which is the 'spray inhalation' method of potion application.

Such as 'fat tongue taffy', 'swollen eyelid skipping class candy' and so on.

It seems that this effect is a bit worse than the effect of waving a magic wand to cast a spell, but do you understand the gold content of the "Gatling machine gun"?

This magic prop modified from plastic Muggle toys can release 60-80 magic candies in one second!

They made a bet just before rushing up.

If you shoot 'Fat Tongue Toffee' crazily at this group of people, how many of the Dark Lord's masters of magic can make their tongues a meter long and swollen enough to fill the entire mouth? How many can maintain the ability to release magic?

This is clearly an interesting topic!

This was the first collective appearance of the hut forces, and in terms of momentum, they did not belong to the Dark Lord's subordinates composed of Death Eaters, saints, and elites from pure-blood families.

When the two sides were facing each other, there was a commotion not far away from the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic.

The atmosphere suddenly became anxious.

A mixture of restlessness and restraint, in this dark and damp underground cave on the island of Azkaban, the smell of gunpowder is full.

At this moment, a clear, light and elegant mantra resounded, "Creak creak~!"

It's Anna!

Anna Rozier!

She directly released the happiness spell invented by Anton towards the opposite side.

"You're right!" Anna turned her head to look at the stunned Hannah with a smile and said, "We have to let them see how good we are, so that they know how to respect and restrain themselves!"

Hannah raised her eyebrows, laughed, and forcefully pulled off the mask on the potted plant in her hand. Suddenly, a sharp cry spread forward in a fan shape directly in front of her.

And Neville and Bella, who couldn't wait, released the Cruciatus Curse towards each other almost at the same time!

"Cruciate!"

"Cruciate!"

da da da da...

Countless candy bullets exploded in the crowd in an instant, turning into cloud after cloud of sugar mist.

"Neville!" Neville's parents shouted anxiously, rushing towards Bella, but were blocked by Bella's husband Rodolphus Lestrange and brother-in-law Labastan Lestrange , releasing magic to each other.

Immediately, other Aurors also rushed up.

For a moment, the entire underground cave was filled with the roar of fighting and killing.

In the crowd, Anton and Voldemort looked at each other silently, always on guard against the other party's sudden attack.

Anton tilted his head and looked at him, giggling silly, very brightly, a pair of white teeth gleaming in the dark cell.

As if to say, come on, come on~

hit me~