The Strongest Badger at Hogwarts

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Taking advantage of the communication between Link and Dumbledore, Voldemort, who was wearing a pitch-black half-body armor in the distance, had already performed a whole set of blood vibration and knife retraction in a cool manner.

It was a skill he had practiced hard in his youth.

Handsome and elegant, it is very in line with its noble blood and supreme status.

The only pity is that with the increase of his age and the rapid growth of his magic attainments, this extreme close combat technique has no place to be used, and it has become a tasteless thing.

But now, with the bloody long knife in his hand, the situation is finally different again.

"Hahaha--"

He laughed wantonly, feeling extremely refreshed.

Bloody slashed out repeatedly in his hand, seemingly with little force and speed, but he slashed out several terrifying bloody sword qi straight into the sky, as if to kill Link, Dumbledore, and even the stars in the universe. Chop together!

On the other side, Link and Dumbledore finally completed the communication.

Link raised his hands and controlled Qingfeng to tie Dumbledore, who was not strong in mobility, and now almost lost the ability to move at high speed due to injury, to a position about half a foot behind him, and then took Dumbledore together violently. Walking against the wind, constantly flashing and moving between the bloody blades.

Dumbledore was not idle either. Although he was overwhelmed by Link's frequent turns, he was still controlling the golden and white holy light to help Link block those unavoidable sharp blades.

The two of them approached Voldemort slowly.

Voldemort was not afraid at all, he laughed wildly and rushed forward with his sword.

Seeing this, the corner of Link's mouth slowly raised a curve.

I saw that the fog armor around him was peeled off from Link's body the moment Voldemort stepped forward, and then maintained his human shape, opening his arms and rushing towards Voldemort.

Voldemort raised his long knife and was about to cut it off.

With a sharp weapon in his body, he will kill himself.

Just like he wanted to hit everything he saw after he had a hammer, Voldemort also wanted to chop everything he saw after he mastered the technique of combining things and demons.

It's just that he just moved his hands, but his whole body froze.

The Voldemort sub-soul in Harry's body in front of him has been in a dormant state all year round. It was only recently awakened by No. 1, who had the largest soul and swallowed the original master's soul. Naturally, he had never seen Link's steam bomb.

But Gerald was different.

He has personally witnessed that kind of terrifying magic from the memory of the main soul!

Seeing that the newly returned soul-splitting body is going to take the initiative to chop the steam bomb with the blade made by him, how can it bear it?

Driven by fear, Gerald almost rebelled against Voldemort's control with an unprecedented determination.

The entire bloody long knife was also trembling wildly in the confrontation between Gerrard and Voldemort.

This finally made Voldemort aware that something was wrong.

Relying on the conscious connection between the split souls, he finally understood Gerrard's thoughts, and gradually became vigilant as he looked at the fog armor in the distance, and in the end he just swung two swords from a distance tentatively.

boom--

The moment the bloody blade came into contact with the fog armor, a huge amount of high-temperature steam gushed out, dyeing the entire world in fiery white.

This is the ultra-compressed steam that has been roasted under the extreme fire, and then it has been blessed by Dumbledore's golden and holy light. At this moment, it has corrosion and destructive capabilities that are beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

Even the thick darkness emanating from Voldemort's body faded away before this white steam.

Voldemort was not at all slow to react.

When he raised his hand, a gust of wind suddenly blew up, and a lingering hurricane rolled up around it, instantly opening up a large clean space in the white steam that filled the sky.

But it was too late after all.

The surrounding temperature had already risen rapidly under the scorching of the steam, reaching a level that even Voldemort found unbearable.

The most important thing is that the white steam carrying Dumbledore's golden holy light is no longer a purely physical gas.

The magic power contained in it greatly suppressed Voldemort's perception,

The mental power that caused him to scan everything around him was actually trapped in the space opened up by this small hurricane.

Then, several huge Vanishing Curses with a diameter of nearly three meters shot towards Voldemort from all over the mist, and at the same time, there was an air bomb brewed by Link!

Its attack area was so wide that it directly blocked all of Voldemort's escape routes.

"Heh! Small tricks!"

Voldemort opened his mouth, grinning grimly and lifted into the air, raising the long knife at an angle above his head.

After a short period of charging, the whole person fell down suddenly, and the bloody long knife turned into a phantom as Voldemort swung it in his arm, dancing around him like a bird.

The scarlet edge was mixed with the pale white steam explosion formed after the supersonic slash, almost forming a sheet, tightly wrapping Voldemort inside, and continuously spreading around in a spherical shape!

Where the extremely sharp blood-colored blade passed, all the surrounding vanishing spells and air bombs collapsed, and even the surrounding space was cut into fleeting fine grains!

After a full five seconds, Voldemort, who slashed the final sword, landed quietly.

The attack just now brought him a lot of burden, even at this moment he was panting heavily.

But it's all worth it.

Because of the blade storm just now, all the obstacles around including the white mist have been chopped into pieces and turned into nothingness.

Link and Dumbledore themselves were also stabbed several times, and they were floating in the air at a distance of 100 meters at the moment, with several deep wounds on their bodies, bleeding continuously.

The faces of the two were filled with panic and fear.

If Link hadn't run fast just now, and Dumbledore's golden holy light was strong enough in defense, I'm afraid they would have been cut to pieces long ago.

Seeing Link and Dumbledore in the distance still trying to stop the bleeding with healing and potions, Voldemort raised his head and laughed triumphantly:

"It's useless. The slashes I created all have the characteristic of curse magic power. There is no corresponding counter-curse. Even if you wash the wound with phoenix tears, it won't heal! You all, go die!"

As soon as these words came out, the actions of Dumbledore and Link pouring the potion into their mouths froze suddenly, and their expressions became even more strange.

Voldemort thought they were desperate, leaning on the long knife and laughing more wantonly.

But at the next moment, the laughter stopped abruptly.

Because he was shocked to find that Link, who was floating in the distance, waved his hand casually, and the wounds on him and Dumbledore immediately stopped bleeding and began to heal slowly.

This healing is slow, and the damage from the slash actually remains.

But with the help of a large amount of potions, Link and Dumbledore still avoided the ending of bloody death, and also possessed the ability to continue fighting.

And just when Voldemort was surprised by the scene in front of him and was a little speechless, Gerald's voice also rang in his mind:

'I said, in fact, I can understand your consciousness just waking up, eager to vent your emotions. But before that, can you carefully read the content of the intelligence I sent into your sea of ​​consciousness?

It contains almost all the information of Dumbledore and Link!

But if you have read it once, then you should know that Link Foley was a student of Severus Snape, and his best spell is the Shadowless Curse, an attribute controlled by advanced legends. Also curse magic.

And now, you are actually looking forward to killing them with the slash damage caused by the cursed magic power? '

The astonished expression on Voldemort's face gradually became calm during Gerrard's explanation, and finally became extremely cold, like a thousand-foot cold pool, deep and icy cold.

This made the anger in Gerald's heart subside quickly, and he had a faint feeling of bad premonition, so he said in a little panic:

'It's my fault! You can actually see it now! But you must not use me as a weapon anymore, I am almost...'

Gerald's voice was blown into the wind.

Voldemort, who was holding him, had already soared into the sky, holding a long knife in his hand, and once again assumed the same posture of accumulating power as before.

This made Gerrard couldn't help screaming, and the blade of the bloody long knife was constantly trembling.

At the same time, watching this scene, Link and Dumbledore in the distance smiled together.

"It should be almost the same?" Link said with a smile on his face, "Our attacks just now were all aimed at that knife, and almost all of them hit the same side point. The most important thing is that these The attack is also mixed with your Holy Light and my Fierce Flame. These two energies have great restraint on the Horcrux. Coupled with Voldemort's unscrupulous usage, even if the long knife transformed from the soul It is strong, and it should be scrapped soon!"

Unlike Link, Dumbledore's whole person's aura is quite sluggish, there is no half-satisfaction on his face, and his smile is full of bitterness.

He nodded with difficulty and said:

"I agree with you. If there is another wave, the soul-dividing blade will be shattered. But the question is, how can we survive the opponent's next round of attack and sustain until the blade is shattered?"

Link took a deep breath and looked at Dumbledore's chest.

The coquettish dark blue starred nightgown has long been torn, and Dumbledore's skinny chest is just exposed in the air.

In fairness, Dumbledore's figure is already very good.

A normal old man over a hundred years old is not as strong as him, at least the ribs on his chest have not reached the point where all the ribs are clearly visible.

But at this moment, several long light red marks were engraved on the chest that still had some flesh.

This is the previous masterpiece of Voldemort.

Since the official battle, Dumbledore has been repeatedly beaten back and forth three times, and the wound he was cut by Voldemort even hurt his internal organs. If Link hadn't fed him Felicia earlier, he might have suffered a heart attack. They will all be chopped into pieces.

Today's Dumbledore would certainly not be able to say that he lost his combat effectiveness.

But if there is another round of flurry of swordsmanship that Voldemort just displayed...

Then there will be a big funeral at Hogwarts tomorrow.

And it is estimated that a mortician will be found to sew Dumbledore's fragmented body back together so that he can be buried intact.

Link lowered his eyes and sighed long:

"You bad old man will really make trouble for me. You usually act so strong, but you didn't expect to drop me at a critical moment."

"I'm so sorry..."

Dumbledore spoke slowly, and there was no dissatisfaction in his tone because of Link's offensive words just now, but a kind of gentleness.

He smiled and looked at Link and Hogwarts Castle behind Link, with a faint light flickering in his eyes.

"However, it's already reached this point, if you persist a little longer, it's not impossible."

Stop talking.

The golden-white light rose up again, but it was different from before, this time there was a faint flame burning in the golden-white light.

As the flames gradually climbed to Dumbledore's body, his sluggishness was swept away by his breath.

"Listen, Link." Dumbledore said, who seemed to be several decades younger in an instant, "I know that your fog armor has the ability to absorb damage. The higher the frequency of enemy attacks, the greater the damage. The high-temperature steam inside The power contained in the explosive bomb is also stronger.

Next, I will help you block most of the slashing attacks. You don't need to doubt me on this point. If I say you can block it, you will be able to block it. All you need to do is maintain the fog armor. Then wait until the moment when the opponent's soul splitter is broken, let your fog armor approach the enemy and detonate it, directly attacking the opponent's body.

If this is the case, I believe that the other party will be seriously injured even if he does not die. You also have a small chance of winning.

do you understand? "

Link didn't change much while Dumbledore was speaking.

All the while his eyes were fixed on Dumbledore's billowing flames.

As a master at controlling Fiendflame, he could clearly feel the energy that this flame constantly emitted, which was completely opposite to the power of the curse.

This is what the book calls life force energy.

In other words, Dumbledore was burning his own life in exchange for power.

"Link! Did you hear what I said?!"

Dumbledore scolded in an unprecedented serious tone.

Hearing this, Link finally raised his head, mocked Dumbledore with his nostrils like Draco's usual arrogance:

"A half-dead old man like you still wants to come and join in the fun, what are you kidding me! Fox, hurry up and take this old man back to lie down!"

"Now is not the time to be willful, Link, listen to me, this is the only way we can defeat Voldemort and protect Hogwarts. Without my help, you would have survived that level of horrific slashing There is no way to retain combat power. In this way, you will have no capital to fight against the enemy's body!"

Dumbledore said seriously, "And you can't command Fox at all, that's my phoenix, she will only obey my orders, even if she likes you very much."

"Oh? Are you sure?"

Link still raised his head and said with a defiant expression.

As soon as he finished speaking, a gorgeous phoenix emerged from the vortex of flames behind him.

The warm phoenix fire quickly enveloped Dumbledore, leading him to break through the space and disappear.

Until this time, the unruly smile on Link's face finally dissipated.

He turned his head slowly and looked at Voldemort, who was swinging his sword in the distance and flying towards this side, his eyes were full of seriousness.