Chapter 706 Chaotic Battlefield

The ghosts swarmed up, constantly pestering Voldemort, blocking his sight, and buying time for Harry to escape.

However, Harry was not happy at all. He even felt that he might have failed the ghosts' good intentions.

Because there were seven or eight Death Eaters standing in a semi-circle on his right, choosing to break through from here was definitely an extremely foolish decision, but Harry had no other choice but to trust James and Lily. The words just rushed forward bravely.

The Death Eaters gathered in a circle outside seemed a little at a loss. They saw with their own eyes that Harry Potter once again resisted the Killing Curse and used an unknown magic to summon a bunch of ghosts to haunt the powerful Dark Lord. .

"Stop him!"

Voldemort's angry voice echoed in the cemetery, and at the same time woke up the panicked Death Eaters.

The people who stopped in front of Harry immediately took out their wands. Lucius, who was standing at the front, had a ferocious smile on his face. He raised his cane and muttered some spell in his mouth. A red beam of light came from the wand. The tip flew out and shot straight at Harry.

"Protegos~ (Armor Protection)" At the critical moment, Harry used the Iron Armor Curse again.

Fortunately, this time the spell worked. The magic barrier rising around deflected the red beam of light. A scream suddenly came from the crowd, and it was unknown whether the unlucky guy had been hit.

Harry didn't have time to look back, a feeling of palpitations had already appeared in his heart, but it was several dark wizards beside Lucius who raised their wands at him.

Harry's pupils shrank, the protection of the Iron Armor Curse couldn't resist so many magics at the same time.

But what made Harry feel even more numb was that a very abstract human face suddenly "grown" on the old withered tree behind the Death Eaters, with deep eyes, mouth and nose. There are holes and pits, as if they were made by insects.

A branch as thick as a waist was swung in the direction of him. Harry desperately protected his head, and several cries of pain and screams soon rang in his ears.

Harry, who had not waited for the attack, unexpectedly raised his head, only to realize that the strange old tree did not attack him. The thick branches swept across again and hit the other Death Eaters, knocking them away. Got out.

Transfiguration!

Harry thought of this immediately, and felt a little joy of surviving a desperate situation in his heart. He knew that the ghosts were right, and someone really came to save him!

The road ahead had been opened, and Harry was crawling and trying to run out of here, but the magic that Voldemort had cast on him was still working. He felt that his hands and feet were weak, and the rush of running just now had exhausted him. The little physical strength...

What's worse is that more Death Eaters have already reacted. They all waved their wands, and twenty or thirty magic spells flashed in the air.

No one dared to imagine how angry the Dark Lord would be after Harry Potter escaped, so they wanted to keep each other at all costs!

Looking at the dozens of cursed beams coming towards him, Harry had no way to avoid them.

At this time, another voice sounded in the cemetery.

"The tombstone is flying!"

Harry recognized that it was Sirius's voice, and before he could think about it, the tombstone with Tom Riddle written on it not far behind flew over and hit him at an extraordinary speed.

The protection of the Iron Armor Curse broke immediately, protecting him from some damage, but Harry still suspected that his bones might have been broken.

Even so, he still held on to the corners of the tombstone tightly and was carried flying up.

The Death Eaters' spells fell away one after another, and brilliant sparks burst out one after another on the ground and tombstones.

The withered old tree was also ignited by a fire spell. The hot flames burned its broken body. Under the influence of the transformation magic, it remained strong, exerting the last residual heat, struggling to uproot.

The stretching roots replaced the two legs like the dismemberment of tentacles and centipedes, giving the tree man the ability to move.

It stood as high as three or four stories high, covered in flames, like a demon tree spirit in mythology, waving its forearms vigorously to attack the Death Eaters in front of it, so that they would be unable to pursue Harry.

On the other side, Harry had fallen to the ground together with the tombstone, rolling twice on the ground in a panic, groaning in pain.

"Harry, are you okay?" Sirius quickly ran to Harry, helped him up, and said worriedly.

Harry felt like his whole body was falling apart, but the excitement of seeing Sirius overpowered everything, so he shook his head decisively, saying that he was fine now.

"Harry, Sirius, you'd better wait and talk about old times. We have to leave quickly! Those ghosts and my tree people can't delay for long..." Ivan said hurriedly.

Sirius nodded, his anger calming slightly when he saw that Harry was safe.

But soon, Sirius seemed to have thought of something, and the expression on his face froze. "But where should we go now? The mysterious man will definitely follow the path of magic. We can't take him to Hogsmeade..."

The furious Voldemort would probably kill anyone on sight. Although there were many wizards there who could buy them time to escape, he couldn't trade the lives of others for his own.

Ivan frowned and was in trouble. He naturally knew that Apparition could be tracked.

In the second grade, the law enforcers at the wizard market used a magic prop to track Doggett's apparation. Ivan had no doubt that Voldemort himself could do this.

In other words, no matter where they escape, they will eventually be caught up...

Ivan thought anxiously, the only hope now is to wait for Dumbledore's rescue. Hermione and Ron have already informed him, but even if the old professor has learned the news, he will not be able to confirm their identity for a while. specific location.

Thousands of thoughts flashed through Ivan's mind, and at the same time, a fierce roar sounded in the cemetery.

"You trash!"

"It's the mysterious man!" Sirius's face changed suddenly, and he understood that Voldemort might have dealt with those ghosts.

Sure enough, the next second, a violent explosion sounded in the cemetery, and the flaming tree standing in the center was blown into pieces of wood by a burst of black magic...

"Harry, Sirius, hold my hand! I know where to go!" Ivan vaguely thought of a place and suddenly shouted loudly.