As soon as the figures of Harry and Allen disappeared from the screen, it was as if a button had been activated. The audience was suddenly in chaos, and various spells emitted from the wands mixed with screams pierced through the night sky.
Suddenly, the close friends and family who were originally sitting next to them, who were cheering for the competition, began to indifferently cast spells such as blazing flames on the crowd. Many innocent audience members were shocked and tried to hide. They could only defend themselves as they did not understand the situation. The scene was a mess.
There were also a few Dark Sorcerers who had removed their disguises as Death Eaters. They laughed and cast spells. These people did not care that there were still young Sorcerers who had not graduated from Hogwarts. They attacked everywhere and wantonly killed. It seemed that they particularly enjoyed such a bloody scene.
People were hiding everywhere. Some of the audience members found that their relatives and friends had been knocked down and began to fight back. The attackers, on the other hand, did not entangle with them. They wandered around the auditorium and continued to cause chaos.
Although the total number of these attackers was not large and their combat power was not too high, because they were scattered all over the arena, it still made the Aura who was responsible for maintaining order in the competition venue feel troubled. In order to ensure the smooth completion of other tasks, the number of people given to them was too small.
Apart from a few Death Eaters hiding in the crowd and casting one or two spells before relocating, the rest of the attackers didn't seem to care about the spells that hit them at all. They launched a suicidal attack on Hogwarts' student area without casting any defensive spells. Even though many of them were knocked down along the way, no one stopped or showed fear on their faces.
Dumbledore used Fawkes to teleport to the auditorium. With a dignified expression, he stretched out his wand to protect the young Sorcerers who were screaming and running away, trying to maintain order.
Aura who were waiting in the Forbidden Forest, although phantom teleportation was prohibited in the school, under the urgency of the situation, they could only send a part of them to the competition venue to support their colleagues who were at the scene.
Hermione in the auditorium saw that Dumbledore was delayed. She quickly stood up and pressed a hand on the sensory imprint on her arm. First, she checked Allen to make sure that he was in a healthy state. Then, she did not try to contact Allen who might be in the battle to avoid distracting him. Instead, she contacted the elite Sorcerers who were imprinted with the sensory imprint and ordered them to gather the young Sorcerers who were also in the training class around them and began to protect the students nearby.
Hermione's order set off waves of waves in the chaotic crowd. The young Sorcerers in the training class gradually gathered into small groups and cooperated together to resist the flying curses. Like streams flowing into the sea, they gathered in the stands of the student area. They were very different from the Sorcerers who were running and screaming in fear. They were calm and orderly in their positions. The senior Sorcerers began to cast a super strong shield. The junior Sorcerers, in addition to protecting the senior Sorcerers who were casting spells from being hit by the flying curses, also tried to maintain order and protect the young Sorcerers who belonged to the Hogwarts behind them.
As the range of protection of the Iron Armor Spell grew wider and wider, the attackers had to focus their attention on this special area, reducing the intensity of their attacks on the few "safe islands" that were in chaos.
Seeing that the chaos was gradually stabilized, Aura and the hellhounds that followed her also entered the field from all directions. Then, Hermione saw a flame appear at the position where Dumbledore was just now. He once again used Fawkes to teleport and disappeared. Hermione secretly sighed in relief. The battle was only delayed for a few minutes, so there should be no problem.
"Allen, the enemy appeared? Can we start the operation? " At this time, Albert, who was waiting for Allen and Harry to inform the operation, received a call invitation from the medal. He did not wait for his brother to speak and spoke first.
"I was separated from Harry. I was teleported to Hungerford Bridge in London." Allen's voice, accompanied by a man's scream, reached Albert's ears.
"Why are there screams over there? Are there Death Eaters?" Hearing the voice, Albert hurriedly asked. "I'll send someone over."
"There are indeed. There aren't many of them and they're quite separated. But you won't be able to come over immediately. As soon as they saw me, they began to cast an Anti-Phantom Transfiguration Spell in this area. Even the bridge has this kind of magical wave. It seems that they have people there too. Fortunately, this bridge can only be used by trains. I don't see any Muggle. First, send two teams to Charing Cross Street in the north of the bridge and Queen's Walk in the south. Then, gather here and surround them. You take the others to catch little Crouch first. Don't let him run away. Contact Maggie, I'll let her keep an eye on him. Just now, Dumbledore sent me a message saying that he's already on his way. He wants me to go there immediately.
While explaining the situation to Albert, Allen waved his wand and killed the Death Eaters closest to him who didn't escape after he finished setting up the Anti-Phantom Transfiguration Spell. Instead, they cast an Unforgivable Curse on him. Although Allen's attacks were ruthless, the Death Eaters didn't seem to care about their lives and kept stopping Allen.
"Damn it, their target is Muggle's bridge!" Allen's voice was unusually exasperated.
It turned out that there was a Death Eater hiding under each pier of the Hungerford Bridge. After the Anti-Phantom Transfiguration Spell was set up, they aimed at the foundation of the bridge. They carefully controlled the destruction of the bridge with their wands, making the originally sturdy bridge crumble but not collapse. They also roared at Allen with a loudspeaker spell, "There will be a train full of Muggle passing by in ten minutes."
When Dumbledore teleported to Harry's side through Fawkes, he stared at the crucible not far from Harry with a solemn expression.
Through the white mist in front of him, he saw a man's black figure slowly rising from the crucible. He was tall and thin, like a skeleton.
"Put on a robe for me." The cold and sharp voice said from behind the steam.
"Professor, I was caught by them as soon as I arrived here. They also stabbed the tip of a dagger into my arm and used a glass bottle to collect my blood." Harry's voice sounded very aggrieved. "I used the medal to contact you and Allen, but neither of you came."
Without waiting for Dumbledore to reply, Harry's gaze was attracted by the thin man. The man stepped out of the crucible and stared at Harry … Harry saw the face that often appeared in his nightmares for the past three years. It was paler than a skeleton, with two big red eyes, a nose as flat as a snake's, and two thin slits in the nostrils …
The Lord Voldemort was resurrected.
Lord Voldemort moved his gaze away from Harry and began to examine his own body. His hands were like large pale spiders, and his slender pale fingers caressed his chest, arms, and face. His red eyes were even brighter in the dark, and his pupils were two slits, like a cat's eyes. He raised his hands and moved his fingers, looking ecstatic.
He straightened his back, raised his head, and glanced around the room. After that, he looked at Dumbledore.
"Dumbledore, you're late." Lord Voldemort's snake face twisted into a cruel smile. "You're always late. You were like this thirteen years ago, and you're still late this time."
Lord Voldemort's red eyes were fixed on the silent Dumbledore.
"I learned from my loyal servant that Allen Harris may be more talented than we were when we were his age. From the magic he used in several matches published in the Daily Prophet, it's obvious that he's the same kind of person as us, proficient in ancient magic spells. "
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