The Mightiest Badger at Hogwarts

Chapter 545 Neville’s Revenge

Scrimgeour is a very strong man.

This can be seen from the fact that he is obviously a little lame, but he still refuses to use crutches or gentleman's sticks. Instead, he chooses to spend a lot of time and perseverance to change his walking posture into that weird and chic look.

At this moment, Scrimgeour was walking towards Link with a meteoric stride.

"Link Foley! I think your plan to force Voldemort to appear by killing prisoners has failed! That guy Voldemort killed cruelly and showed no humanity at all. He will not let himself go because of the lives and deaths of a few subordinates. Into danger!”

Before anyone arrived, Scrimgeour's voice had already been heard.

Link looked at Scrimgeour with a smile, shook his head and said:

"You are wrong, Mr. Scrimgeour. Voldemort did kill cruelly, but he did not go so far as to completely disregard the life and death of his men. This is the same whether it is from an emotional point of view, or simply from a pros and cons consideration. , after all, cultivating a group of loyal and useful subordinates is not a small project."

Link paused and then said:

"What's more, Voldemort is quite arrogant! Perhaps in your eyes, the current Hall of Memory is a dangerous place with absolutely no return. But in Voldemort's view, this may not be anything at all.

And even if Voldemort really doesn't care about the life and death of his subordinates, I believe he still cares about this. "

As he spoke, Link took out the prophecy ball from his pocket.

Scrimgeour's eyes lit up when he saw this.

He understood what Link meant almost instantly.

Voldemort may have regarded life and death as nothing, but at that time he was targeting other people.

But for himself, he cherished his life very much.

In order to escape the pursuit of death, he even arranged Horcruxes and resurrection circles.

The prophecy ball in Link's hand now records important prophecies that can determine Voldemort's life or death.

Faced with such an important item, it was impossible for Voldemort not to take action.

Scrimgeour nodded, his expression becoming a little joyful.

Unfortunately, this joy did not stay on Scrimgeour's face for too long.

Because Scrimgeour suddenly spotted Xander standing behind Link.

Of course, Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror Office, would not know Sander, the soldier.

So to be precise, Scrimgeour recognized the uniform Xander was wearing.

The neat and serious Auror uniform appeared behind Link at this moment, which made Scrimgeour feel extremely dazzling.

Scrimgeour stared at Xander with a look that was so stern that it was almost terrifying.

This is his specialty. The aura he has cultivated from being in a high position for a long time is almost integrated into this look. Ordinary people and Aurors will feel paralyzed and at a loss just by looking at him with this look.

But now, Xander seemed unconcerned.

He just stared at Neville not far away with bright eyes, and occasionally glanced at Link with admiration, but he just ignored Scrimgeour, his nominal boss.

He had learned about Neville's tragedy from the students around him.

Therefore, he was quite in favor of Neville carrying out this execution.

If possible, he would even persuade Neville not to execute him too quickly, but to prolong the process as long as possible.

Because only in this way can those beasts better taste the fear of approaching death.

His own previous execution was a bit too hasty.

Although he also experienced a hearty and refreshing feeling during this process, Sander always felt that giving the other party death like this was really too cheap for those beasts.

Just when Sander was thinking wildly, planning how the execution would be carried out if it were him, Neville finally raised his wand.

The noisy people held their breaths and stared.

Under everyone's gaze, a red light gradually brewed from the tip of Neville's staff.

"Smashed to pieces!"

thump—

The scarlet light flashed away.

Its bright brilliance leaves no doubt about the destructive power of this spell.

After all, the properties of magic spells are somewhat similar to firearms.

Even a low-grade wizard student holding a wand and casting an offensive spell like Shattering to Bones can kill someone.

But the key point is that the accuracy of this spell is not very good.

It did not hit Bellatrix's main body at all, but only exploded on her side, leaving several deep wounds on Bellatrix's left arm.

"Oh! Neville!"

Harry in the crowd couldn't help but shout.

The sound reached Neville's ears and made his face feel hot.

Because the shouting sounded so much like the tone his grandma would use after he messed up.

What's even more terrible is that Neville's attack finally made the crazy Bellatrix aware of Neville's existence.

She stared at Neville with a pair of bloodshot scarlet eyes, and suddenly smiled and said:

"You look...like...ah, I think about it, you are a child of the Longbottom family, right? Everyone in your family looks exactly the same, especially you and your father, they are simply carved from the same mold. ! This is really nostalgic. I still remember the way your father and your mother hugged each other and struggled and screamed in pain. You should be able to imagine that scene, right? After all, I heard that the two of them were not dead, but Crazy and put in St. Mungo's, they do that all the time in the wards there. If you haven't seen it, you really should. It's my greatest work of art. You won't be disappointed. …”

Listening to Bellatrix's babble, Neville's face quickly turned from red to white, then from white to green, eventually forming a strange blue-black color.

Neville had indeed seen the scene described by Bellatrix.

In the ward at St. Mungo's, his parents would fall to the floor and hug each other whenever they were sick.

That was not a normal hug between lovers.

Rather, it was a hysterical, misplaced hug that seemed to engulf the other person completely into the body!

In this embrace, the father is always on top, with his back to the others.

As a child, Neville was always terrified of such scenes.

Because his parents would sometimes drag him over when hugging, firmly sandwiching him between the two of them.

It suffocated him!

But when he gets older he'll understand.

This kind of hug is actually a kind of protection!

My father was protecting my mother, wanting to spare her the torture of the Cruciatus Curse.

The parents, on the other hand, were protecting their son.

He was sandwiched between the two so that attacks coming from any direction would not fall on him.

This is the core strength that enables Neville to continue on this difficult road of life!

No matter what kind of humiliation he suffered, he could endure it because he knew that his parents loved him deeply.

But at this moment, Bellatrix, the guy who caused the tragedy in his life, was actually joking about this matter and calling it... art?

Neville's body was trembling, the blood vessels on his forehead bulged, and his eyes were stained with blood due to rapid congestion.

At this moment, he instinctively thought of Professor Moody.

The former Auror hero once gave them a lesson on the three unforgivable curses.

The class gave a brief overview of the techniques for casting the Death Curse.

Professor Moody also told them contemptuously that even if they were given all the casting skills, the life-killing spells they cast would only make people nosebleed at best.

But now Neville wanted to give it a try.

Let's see if this dark magic most commonly used by Death Eaters can kill the demon in front of us!

Neville's wand was raised again.

Hatred, wrapped in magic power, condensed at the tip of his staff, and soon turned into an ominous green light!

"Oh my god! Did I read that correctly? Neville, does he want to..."

Harry couldn't help but stare and murmured.

The green light in front of him was so familiar to him!

That's a death curse!

"No! Neville! That's the Unforgivable Curse!"

Ron and the rest of the DA Army members had already shouted out.

They did support Neville's personal revenge, but not by using the Death Curse.

These shouts reached Neville's ears, but they could not shake Neville's will at all.

Of course he knew the consequences of using the Death Curse.

This is the Unforgivable Curse. If you use it, you will be imprisoned in Azkaban.

What's more, it was used in front of the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement!

But he doesn't care!

All he wants now is to kill Bellatrix with the Death Curse!

Coerced by his strong hatred, the usually extremely sticky and disobedient magic power in his body was running at an unprecedented speed.

It was a feeling Neville had never experienced before.

Neville could even feel the happy emotions conveyed to him by the magicians through his wand.

This made the corners of Neville's mouth slightly raise.

"Really? You think so too, right? This kind of scum should be killed in this way!"

Neville said excitedly.

The crazily bulging green magic light ball at the tip of the staff also set off a gust of wind, blowing Neville's bangs, seemingly in response to Neville's question.

Neville's arms finally stopped shaking. He pointed his wand at Bellatrix, who was still chattering, and began to chant the spell slowly:

"Avada Kedavra!"

Under the desperate gazes of Harry and others, dazzling green light shot out.

Its brightness is even brighter than those cast by ordinary Death Eaters.

This is the power of hate!

However, at this moment, a bright red blood thunder fell from the sky, completely dispersing the green light in just an instant!

Immediately afterwards, a deafening explosion reached everyone's ears.

Everyone was stunned by this scene.

The afterimage of the bloody thunder just now still remains in their field of vision.

Link, who was not far away, took out his wand and smiled:

"Wow! It seems that between the prophecy ball and the life and death of his men, our Dark Lord finally chose the lives of his men. This is really rare, but why did he only appear when Bellatrix was about to die? Mr. Scrimgeour, is it possible that the scandals about Voldemort and Bellatrix are true?"

Scrimgeour's face darkened upon hearing this.

In his opinion, Link asking him this kind of question was completely humiliating him.

Link obviously didn't expect Scrimgeour to really answer.

As soon as he finished speaking, his entire body turned into an afterimage and rushed towards Neville.

After fighting Voldemort for so many times, Link knew Voldemort's fighting style very well.

Now that Voldemort has taken action, he must not be satisfied with just saving Bellatrix!

Sure enough, immediately after the first blood thunder, another thicker blood thunder fell from the dark ceiling.

But this time, its target is the entire DA army camp!

"Don't panic! Defensive formations and combinations are all equipped with protective spell barriers!"

Cedric in the crowd roared out orders.

However, facing the fear of death, the long-term training results of the DA Army members were all in vain.

Only a few people responded hastily to Cedric's roar, but more members of the DA army screamed and ran away, or stood still.

This made Cedric anxious.

The red blood thunder arrived in an instant, and at this critical moment, Link finally appeared in front of Neville and the others.

Under everyone's stunned gaze, countless translucent demonic flames soared into the sky!

boom--

Two magic powers that are both curses but whose manifestations are completely different collided and an astonishing magic storm broke out!

The crazy magic shattered everything, and even the space was torn apart, forming a twisted vortex in mid-air.

A powerful shock wave swept in with loud noises and billowing smoke, knocking back all the surrounding Aurors and DA Army members.

When the smoke cleared, people saw only Link holding a wand in front of everyone.

In front of Link, there is a huge pit.

The more than two-meter-thick anti-magic alloy floor in the Memory Hall had been blasted through by the torrent of magic power that had previously exploded, leaving only bright red magma and bright red crystals spread throughout the pit.

"what!"

Another hysterical scream sounded.

Everyone heard the sound and went away, only to realize that Neville did not escape from the battlefield while being knocked away like the others, but held his wand high and rushed towards the other side of the pit.

There, Bellatrix and Lucius were protected by a protective shield that shone with a strange gray light.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Neville roared like crazy, and the ominous green light came out of his hand and shot towards Bellatrix again.

"court death!"

A deep, creepy voice suddenly sounded in the darkness.

Along with that sound, a slender blood thunder exploded again, striking at a speed far exceeding the life-killing curse.

Unfortunately, Link moved faster.

The tip of Link's staff trembled slightly, and a cursed flame turned into the shape of a bat in the air as if it was alive. It arrived first, hit the blood thunder first, and created a new wave on the alloy floor of the memory hall. A smaller pit was created.

Not only that.

At the same time that the Fierce Fire Bat was born, a blue ice crystal arrow also quietly took shape, hitting the protective shield protecting Bellatrix and Lucius first.

"Click!"

With a crisp sound, the ice crystal arrow shattered into pieces.

The 'cold poison' contained inside it splashed on the protective cover driven by inertia, corroding a large hole in the cover almost instantly.

Immediately afterwards, Neville's death curse finally arrived.

It accurately penetrated the large corroded hole in the mask and poured into Bellatrix's brain!