Step aside, I'll do it. " A masked wizard beside him reached out his hand to stop Fenrir. He pinched his throat and said in a cold voice before raising his wand.
"Si … Si …" Greiberg looked at the wizard with dissatisfaction. Just as he was about to call out the wizard's name, another masked Death Eater grabbed his arm.
"Shut up, idiot. You're facing a Death Eater." Lucius, who was also wearing a mask, scolded Greiberg coldly. He was scolding Greiberg who did not have the mark of a Death Eater because he was a werewolf. Lucius, who had been unable to report to Allen, was burning with anxiety. Although he hated the Weasley family, he had tried his best to attack their broken house in the previous battle. At this moment, he remembered that Allen had a spy with the Unknowns. He was suspicious of Snape's motives, so he spoke up to stop Greiberg.
"Molly, take the children and leave with Phantom Shift. Bill, I'm sorry, but you need to stay with me for a while," Arthur called behind him.
"Of course, Father." Bill simply cast the armor again to protect himself.
Molly understood what her husband and Bill meant. If the whole family teleported together, it would be very dangerous if they were attacked when they turned into mist. The father and son wanted to buy time for them, but Molly only pulled the child and felt Jenny break free from her hand. Molly looked up at the children's eyes and understood what they meant. She did not prioritize the children as usual. She said calmly to Arthur, "Arthur, the Weasley family and the Pwitt family do not have the tradition of sacrificing their family members."
"Hmph, stupid shame of pure-bloods." Lucius snorted with his masked face. He felt that the Weasley family's lack of tact was very difficult for him.
Snape, who was wearing a mask, did not speak. He directly raised his hand and quickly shot an Avatar Death Curse at Fred, but the latter nimbly dodged it. Snape then turned his wand and aimed at George who was worried about his twin brother.
At the moment when danger seemed to have yet to come, George felt a burning sensation in his ears. He could only hold on to the thin stick … his only weapon. At the same time, he heard Fred's angry shout … Then, the world gradually turned into pain and a blur. A warm, sticky feeling in the side of his head told him that he was bleeding profusely.
"Fred?!" Arthur, who had just recovered, was pale. His eyes were crooked as he aimed his wand at Snape, who had hurt his son.
Bill had just knocked out a Death Eater with a Stun Spell when he heard his father's never-before-seen roar. He raised his head and saw the Werewolf Greyback charging towards his father from the side. Arthur, who was focused on attacking the front, didn't notice him at all.
With no time to react, Bill threw himself on top of Arthur, exposing his body to Bill. Unable to dodge, Bill had no choice but to take the full brunt of the werewolf's attack. Greyback and Bill rolled into a ball.
"Haha! Let Greyback play with that kid! " She had a pale, dough-like face, a pair of beady eyes, and a pair of skinny shoulders. She called out to another dark Magus who looked similar to her, "Amicus, show Weasley's parents what you're made of!"
"Torture him!" A stout, hunchbacked man with a crooked mouth and a strange, hideous smile on his face shook his wand. A Torture Spell shot out and hit Arthur, who had been pushed to the ground. Arthur, who had just come back to his senses and wanted to attack the Werewolf, instantly had his arms and legs twisted in an irregular way. This black magic and the Bone-Gouging Spell of the Unforgivable Curse only directly affected the victim's body and not the soul and spirit.
"How dare you?!" Mrs. Weasley roared. She pushed Jenny towards Fred and let him protect his sister. She shouted in a low voice, "I'll create an opportunity for you later. Take Jenny and Ron and use the Alien Apparition to find Dumbledore for help! Don't talk too much! " Without waiting for Fred to react, she used her other hand to cast a silent spell and sent Amicus, who was still torturing her husband, flying away. Then she threw off her shawl, freeing her arms, and with a wave of her wand, she flicked away the spell cast by Alecto Caro, one of the Caro siblings.
While Amicus was trying to get up, another Death Eater with a foreign accent sinisterly let the tip of his wand glowed with a green light. He raised his wand with a grin, the green light was reflected in the eyes of Arthur, who was already unable to attack. Suddenly, the Death Eater did not even have time to chant a word before his head was chopped off by a small black shadow that flew through the air. The Death Eater's head rolled down to his waist, and the whistling sound of the black shadow reached the ears of the others. The Death Eater's body remained in the same position for a few seconds before he fell to the ground with a thud.
"What the hell … Ah!?" Amicus of the Caro siblings had just gotten up when he lost his balance and fell to the ground again. Only then did he realize that one of his legs had been chopped off by a flying axe.
The Death Eaters clenched their wands and looked in the direction of the flying axe in panic. They saw three fully-armored knights rushing down from the hillside not far away. They were much taller than the average person and wore black metal armor. The two knights in the lead carried a long-handled axe on their shoulders and two Viking flying axes hanging on their waists. Compared to the one who lagged behind, each of them had one less axe.
The Death Eaters recognized that these were the Death Knights of the Harris family that they had seen on TV before. These people were rushing towards the Burrow at an unimaginable speed in the night. Looking at the traces of plants that had been crushed behind them, the source was a strange house that stood alone on the top of the hill in the night. It looked like a huge chess piece in a wizard's chess game, and that was the Lovegood's house.
When a new round of battle broke out in the Burrow, the scene of the duel in the small park, whether it was in front of the wizard TV or a few wizards who were lucky enough to watch it up close, was not like the previous school bullying. The dazzling duel after the duel made them a little stunned. Whether they knew how to use magic or not, they were shocked and unfamiliar. What surprised them even more was the situation at the scene of the duel at this time.
The second-generation The Dark Lord, who was known as "the most dangerous Dark Wizard in history" and whom most people did not even dare to call by his name, was now standing shakily. The hat and glasses on his head were gone, but the Gryffindor scarf on his neck was still crooked on his body. The black robe on his body had become tattered rags, barely covering his body. The exposed body was covered with wounds that were cut by blades, and blood was still oozing out. Sweat rolled down from his spiderweb-like head due to the electric shock. His fingers holding the wand were trembling slightly, and he was panting and staring with red eyes.
Allen, who was not much different from before, still had a calm expression on his face. His hand holding the wand was still steady. He combed the stray strands of hair on his forehead back neatly, and then looked at the Lord Voldemort indifferently. His understatement showed that he was not affected by the duel at all. "Tom, I think you should understand clearly now. Compared to the fifth year, you are no match for me now."
Hearing Allen speak, the Lord Voldemort pointed his wand at himself, and in the blink of an eye, the tattered magic robe that was torn and tattered because of the duel was restored to its original state.
Allen's voice sounded. "Last time, you gave me a chance to comb my hair and change my clothes. Now, we are even."
The Lord Voldemort looked at Allen, who did not give him a chance to change his clothes, and now, he was pretending to be magnanimous. Indescribable humiliation and anger made his blood boil. The boy in front of him was born with a pure blood, and he was favored by the founder of Hogwarts. That was why he was stronger than him at such a young age.
"If only I had his luck …" The Lord Voldemort's eyes widened in anger. He tried to suppress the jealousy and anger in his heart during the duel, but the corner of his mouth still squeezed out a sentence. "Harris, you were just born with better luck than me."
"Tom, it seems that you know nothing about luck." Allen shook his head and sighed.
"It's useless! You can't kill me at all! " The Lord Voldemort's eyes widened viciously. His remaining reason told him that he should not continue the topic, but the anger, jealousy, and humiliation swallowed him up, and he blurted out. "Kid, don't think that you can look down on me! You can't kill me! Do you know what a soul tool is?! I have already escaped death! "
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