Chapter 483 Zhang Xiao and Dumbledore's Joint Spell

In another place, Morgan and Rockefeller sat on the rooftop, which was picturesque and full of flowers.

The height difference was cleverly used to create flowing water and fountains. Sculptures were hidden in the jungle, and the broken-armed Venus was staring into the distance.

This place was like the legendary Hanging Gardens of Babylon.

There were several soft sofas on the only lawn, and Ossis sat on the edge in a white robe, shaking his wine glass contentedly.

Morgan put down his phone, turned his head and smiled disdainfully:

"Umbridge asked me to start immediately-"

"Then let's start?"

Rockefeller looked at Ossis and asked for the church's opinion.

Ossis stopped shaking the wine glass, raised his head and drank the wine in his hand, with a cruel smile:

"Of course. If they don't fight, how can we enter? Then I'll ask Mr. Morgan and Mr. Rockefeller."

Morgan took out his mobile phone and made a call:

"I'm Morgan, let's start--"

He threw the phone aside and picked up the wine glass, and Rockefeller did the same. The three of them gently clinked their glasses:

"Cheers to a better tomorrow!"

A B2 flew across the sky like a ghost, and several pilots in the cockpit quietly controlled the plane.

"Sir, are we really going to fire at the Metropolitan Stadium?" A pilot turned off the communication and asked the captain beside him.

The captain nodded: "At least that's the order I received. It is said that a group of extremely vicious criminals gathered there to hold a celebration."

"Okay--" The pilot shrugged and said regretfully: "I watched the Super Bowl there. To be honest, I like the MetLife Stadium very much."

Inside the MetLife Stadium, Zhang Xiao's body began to tremble slightly, and waves of fear came to him like a tide.

His breathing became more and more rapid, as if every breath was a struggle. His chest rose and fell sharply, and his palms began to sweat. They were wet, as if he was holding a ball of cold sweat.

His fingers clenched unconsciously, and his knuckles turned white due to excessive force.

This time, the fear far exceeded all Zhang Xiao's experiences. He had never experienced this feeling before.

Everything around him became alienated and distant, as if he was the only one left. There was a voice in his heart roaring wildly:

"Run! Run! If you don't run, you will die! Run!"

He opened his mouth and wanted to make a sound, but even this little movement was so difficult.

This was because the great terror brought by the spiritual perception was too intense, causing the body to temporarily enter a state of stiffness. The next second, a ray of light came through Zhang Xiao's eyes.

The blazing golden light was like a brilliant morning sun, instantly illuminating most of the venue.

The audience and others who were singing and dancing enthusiastically stopped their movements.

"Zhang, what's wrong with you?" Malfoy beside him looked at him curiously, wondering why his friend suddenly made a golden light.

Under the golden light, the body that had been stiffened by fear recovered again.

"Escape!" Zhang Xiao just said a word and suddenly raised his head, only to see some black spots falling rapidly in the air.

With the help of the magic eye, the spindle-like shape made Zhang Xiao's scalp numb and even stopped breathing after just one look.

He had seen many pictures of this kind of thing in his previous life, and even often discussed it with friends on the Internet.

That was an inertial low-drag aerial bomb!

The anti-Muggle magic released by the wizards had no way to deal with this action similar to dropping a stone in the air!

The tournament committee rented the stadium, which was originally a venue for Muggles. It was impossible to hide the stadium like Hogwarts or the Leaky Cauldron.

They could only cast some Muggle-repelling spells, which resulted in the B2 being able to easily complete the task by just aiming at the stadium and pressing a button!

It was too late! Not enough time!

The people here were not robots, they could leave immediately after shouting.

It seemed that he had thought a lot, but in fact, less than a second had passed.

At this moment, Zhang Xiao had no time to figure out why a bomb fell on his head.

In this moment, only one decision could be made.

That was to believe in Dumbledore, believe in the Optimus Prime of the wizarding world, and believe that he could save the wizarding world once again.

He shouted loudly at Dumbledore, who was looking at him with an inquiring look:

"Super Armor Charm!"

Yes, he couldn't even say a few more words. While shouting, Zhang Xiao also waved his wand.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment. He watched Dumbledore's face change from questioning to frowning. He watched Dumbledore seem to not understand what happened, but still raised his wand. He saw the courage and determination of the greatest wizard in history.

At this moment, Zhang Xiao raised his power to the limit, and the blazing golden light surged, as if it had become a real sun.

Two voices sounded at the same time, resounding throughout the venue.

One old, one young.

[Protego Maxima]

[Protego Maxima]

(Ultimate Armored Bodyguard)

The next second, the gorgeous light curtain unfolded like a scroll, and the semicircular protective cover was so beautiful.

Then, a deafening explosion sounded, as if to tear the whole world apart.

At the moment of the explosion, a huge air wave accompanied by thick smoke and fire rushed into the sky, and the shock wave quickly destroyed everything at the impact point.

Fragments flew everywhere, and the air was filled with dust and the smell of burning (this book has already focused on the object, and I dare not describe the explosion scene in detail)

Everyone was shaken to the ground by the strong shock wave, and some were even blown away several meters away.

The aftermath of the explosion echoed in their ears, as if countless needles were piercing their eardrums.

Zhang Xiao held the magic wand with both hands, his whole body was trembling, his eyes turned red, and he gritted his teeth to increase the power of the Super Armor Protection Spell, and even the blue veins on his neck bulged due to excessive force.

Because at the moment the bomb fell, the more vicious 750-pound cluster bomb also fell, and the dense explosions became one.

In the center of the explosion, a huge crater appeared on the ground, and the surrounding land was overturned, as if the earth was torn open.

But the two hemispherical light curtains still stood firm in the explosion, like a shield that would never break, firmly protecting some wizards.

The bombing seemed to have stopped for a short time, but neither Zhang Xiao nor Dumbledore dared to remove the protective spell, and no one knew whether there would be a new attack in the next second.

Various debris were scattered around the crater, and the cries and wails of wizards were everywhere, in a mess.

Zhang Xiao's crazy warning sense temporarily stopped, and he breathed a long sigh of relief. It should be fine.

He looked at Dumbledore and wanted to say something, but his eyes suddenly widened. Not far from Dumbledore, Karkaroff drew out his wand, with a hideous and terrifying expression on his face, and was about to recite the spell.

"What are you going to do?" A roar came from Dumbledore's side, and Barty Crouch roared and drew out his wand at a faster speed.

The dazzling spell flashed, Karkaroff snorted coldly, and flew away.

Barty Crouch was breathing heavily, and his hair, which was always neatly combed, was now scattered on his forehead.

"I knew that this damn former Death Eater escaped the trial by conspiracy, but now that his master is back.

Karkaroff did not run around like a dog, which means that he has once again been forgiven by his master."

Dumbledore nodded, still holding up the wand, maintaining the range of the protective spell:

"Thank you very much, Barty--"

Dumbledore's expression suddenly became very strange, with confusion, anger, confusion, and sadness. It was an extremely complex emotion.

He suddenly waved his sleeves, and Barty Crouch flew out fiercely as if he was hit by a dragon, and rolled on the ground for several circles.

But Crouch laughed wildly and strangely:

"Hahahahahaha!"

Dumbledore lowered his head. A snake-shaped dagger was stuck in his abdomen. The blood was slowly seeping from the wound, and a large area of ​​bright red was lingering on the white wizard robe.

His tall body shook twice, and his raised arms fell down weakly. The whole person staggered back and was about to fall.

A golden light flashed, and Zhang Xiao appeared beside Dumbledore, supported him and sat him down slowly.

"Professor! Professor Dumbledore——"

Everyone stared at everything in front of them. In a short period of time, too many things happened, and a huge amount of information kept hitting their brains.

Even until now, they didn't understand what happened. Most people looked at it helplessly.

Only a few people reacted. They surrounded Dumbledore, and some raised their wands to the Minister of Magic who slowly climbed up from the ground.

But some people are still trying to figure out why Dumbledore attacked Barty Crouch, after all, his stabbing was too secretive.

So secretive that many people didn't see it.

"Professor, how are you?"

The light of the talisman flashed from time to time in Zhang Xiao's hand. He hoped to use those auxiliary talismans to help Dumbledore a little bit, and at the same time he was shouting Madam Pomfrey's name.

"It's useless. There is poison given to me by the great Dark Lord. Even Dumbledore can't resist this strong curse."

Batt wiped the blood from his mouth and smiled triumphantly. He didn't care about the wand pointing at him at all. He just opened his hands like enjoying it and sniffed the gunpowder in the air like intoxicated.

It seemed to be tasting people's fear.

At this moment, he was like a planner who directed a grand drama, eager to share his ideas with the audience:

"It is really difficult to bring together the high-level magic ministries and social elites of various countries, but I always have a way.

So the Dark Lord likes me and trusts me - right?

I finally promoted the Global Goblet of Fire with great difficulty, and finally planned the third round of the competition with great difficulty. Ah, friends, this is really a difficult thing

But I succeeded!"

Barty Crouch suddenly raised his wand and shouted enthusiastically:

"Fools, feel the fear, kneel down now, offer loyalty to the great Dark Lord, and maybe you can still save your life!

Dumbledore is no longer alive."

A ray of emerald green light rushed straight into the sky, dark clouds rolled, and a huge Dark Mark appeared in the air.

[Reappearance of the Corpse]

"So - you are Barty Crouch Jr?"

Dumbledore suddenly stood up, grasped the handle of the dagger with his slender fingers, gently pulled it out, and threw it on the ground in the eyes of Barty Crouch who couldn't believe it.

"Dang!"

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