Scrimgeour is a very strong man.

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

Right now, Scrimgeour was striding toward Link at that pace.

"Link Foley! I think your plan to force Voldemort to appear by killing prisoners has failed! That fellow Voldemort murdered cruelly, so inhumane. He wouldn't let himself be trampled because of the life and death of a few subordinates. In 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 is indeed a cruel killer, but he has not yet completely ignored the life and death of his men. This is the same whether it is emotionally or purely considering the pros and cons. After all, it is not a small project to cultivate a group of loyal and useful subordinates."

Link paused, then said:

"What's more, Voldemort is quite arrogant! Perhaps in your eyes, the memory hall now is full of danger, and there is absolutely no return. But in Voldemort's view, this may not be a big deal at all.

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

While speaking, Link took the prophecy ball out of his pocket.

Scrimgeour's eyes lit up when he saw it.

He understood Link's meaning almost instantly.

Voldemort may indeed regard life and death as nothing, but it was aimed at others at that time.

As for himself, he was very spared.

In order to escape the pursuit of death, he even arranged a Horcrux and a resurrection circle.

And now the prophecy ball in Link's hands records important prophecies that can determine Voldemort's life and death.

Facing such an important item, Voldemort couldn't help but do it.

Scrimgeour nodded, and his expression became a little joyful.

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

Because Scrimgeour suddenly found Sander standing behind Link.

Of course, Scrimgeour, the head of the Auror's office, naturally couldn't have known Sander.

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

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

Scrimgeour stared at Sander with stern eyes that were almost terrifying.

This is his specialty. The aura he has cultivated for a long time is almost absorbed into this look. The ordinary people and the Auror will be limp and be at a loss when he glances at it with this look.

But now, Sander doesn't seem to care.

He just stared at Neville not far away with piercing eyes, and occasionally glanced at Link with admiring eyes, but he ignored Scrimgeour, his nominal superior.

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

Therefore, he was also quite in favor of Neville's execution of this execution.

If possible, he would even persuade Neville not to be executed too quickly, and to delay the process as long as possible.

Because only in this way can the animals better taste the fear of death.

His previous execution was a bit too hasty.

Although in the process he also experienced a hearty sense of refreshment, Sander always felt that he had bestowed death on the other party in this way, which was really too cheap for those beasts.

Just as Sand was thinking about it, planning how the execution would proceed if it was him, Neville finally raised his wand.

The people who had been noisy held their breaths and stared.

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

"Bone to pieces!"

咚—

The scarlet light flashed.

Its bright brilliance makes people have no doubt about the destructive power of this spell.

After all, the nature of the curse is somewhat similar to a firearm.

Even a junior wizard student holding a magic wand releasing an offensive spell of crushing bones can kill a person.

But the key is that the accuracy of this spell is a bit not good.

It didn't 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 shouting.

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

Because the shout was very much like the tone of his grandma's voice after he messed up things.

Even worse, Neville's attack finally made Bellatrix, who was insane, 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 of it, are you a child of the Longbottom family? The people in your family look almost exactly the same, especially you and your father, they are all carved out of the same mold! But it’s really nostalgic. I still remember the appearance of your father and your mother hugging each other and struggling. You should be able to imagine the scene? After all, I heard that the two of them were not dead, but were crazy. I was imprisoned in St. Mungo, and they often do that in the ward there. If you haven’t seen it, then you should have a look. It’s my greatest artwork, and you will never be disappointed..."

Listening to Bellatrix's chatter, Neville's complexion quickly changed from red to white, then from white to blue, finally forming a weird blue-black.

Neville had indeed seen the scene described by Bellatrix.

In St. Mungo's ward, his parents would fall to the ground and hug each other as soon as they fell ill.

That is not a normal hug between lovers.

It's hysterical, misplaced, as if to embrace the other party into the body!

In this kind of hug, the father is always in the upper position, facing other people with his back.

When he was a child, Neville was always terrified of such scenes.

Because his parents sometimes drag him over when they are hugging, and they are firmly sandwiched between them.

This makes him feel suffocated!

But he will understand when he gets older.

This kind of hug is actually a kind of protection!

The father was protecting his mother, trying to save her from suffering from a few heart-cutting curses.

The parents are protecting his son.

He was sandwiched between the two to prevent attacks from any direction from falling on him.

This is the core strength that Neville can keep going on this difficult road of life!

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

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

Neville's body was trembling, the roots of blood vessels on his forehead burst, and his eyes were stained with blood because of the rapid congestion.

At this moment, he instinctively thought of Professor Moody.

The former Auror hero once gave them a lesson about the Three Unforgivable Curses.

The class gave a brief overview of the casting techniques for the life-threatening spell.

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

But at the moment Neville wanted to give it a try. Valley

Let's see if the black magic used most often by Death Eaters can kill the demon in front of you!

Neville's wand was raised again.

Hatred is wrapped in magic power condensed at the tip of its rod, and it soon turns into an ominous green light!

"Oh my God! Am I right? Neville, is he thinking..."

Harry couldn't help but stared and murmured.

He was so familiar with the green light in front of him!

That is a life-threatening curse!

"No! Neville! That's an unforgivable curse!"

Ron and the rest of the D.A. Army members have directly shouted out.

They did support Neville's personal revenge, but it was definitely not in the way of using a death curse.

These shouts reached Neville's ears, but they couldn't shake Neville's will in the slightest.

Of course he knows the consequences of using the killing curse.

This is an unforgivable curse. After using it, you will be imprisoned in Azkaban.

What's more, it is used in front of the director of the Magic Law Enforcement Department!

But he doesn't care!

He just wants to kill Bellatrix with a solitary spell!

Encumbered by his strong hatred, the normally sticky and extremely disobedient magic power in his body is running at an unprecedented speed.

This is a feeling that Neville has never experienced before.

Neville could even feel the joyful emotions conveyed to him by magic wands.

This caused Neville's mouth to rise slightly.

"Right? You think the same way, don't you? This kind of scum should be killed in this way!"

Neville said excitedly.

The crazily bulging green magic light group also set off a gust of wind, blowing Neville's bangs, seeming to respond to Neville's question.

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

"Killing Curse!"

Under the desperate gaze of Harry and the others, a dazzling green light jetted out.

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

This is the power of hatred!

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

Soon after, the deafening explosion reached everyone's ears.

Everyone was stunned by this scene.

The remnants of the **** thunder that had just now remained in their field of vision even to this day.

Link, who was not far away, drew 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 his men's life. This is really rare, but why does he only appear when Bellatrix is ​​about to die? Mr. Scrimgeour, are you saying that the scandals about Voldemort and Bellatrix are true?"

Hearing that Scrimgeour's face turned black.

It seemed to him that Link used this kind of question to ask him, it was a complete humiliation to him.

Link obviously didn't expect Scrimgeour to answer.

As soon as his voice fell, the whole person had turned into an afterimage, rushing towards Neville's direction.

Having fought Voldemort so many times, Link knew too much about Voldemort's fighting style.

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

Sure enough, immediately after the first blood mine, another thicker blood mine fell from the dark zenith.

And this time, its goal is the entire D.A. army camp!

"Don't panic! Defensive formation, all combinations add barriers to the curse!"

Cedric in the crowd roared and issued instructions.

However, the fear of death caused the D.A. Army members' long-term training results to be vanished.

Amidst Cedric's roar, only a few people hurriedly responded, but more members of the D.A. Army screamed and turned their heads and fled, or stood still.

This made Cedric anxious.

The scarlet blood thunder came 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 magic flames rose into the sky!

boom-

Two magical powers, both of which are cursing, but in completely different manifestations, collided together, bursting out an astonishing storm of magical power!

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

The powerful shock wave swept through with loud noises and billowing smoke, and drove the surrounding Auror and D.A. army members back.

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

And in front of Link, there was a huge pit. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

The two-meter-thick magic-resistant alloy floor in the memory hall has been blasted through by the torrent of magic power that previously ignited, leaving only bright red magma and bright red crystals scattered throughout the deep pit.

"what!"

There was another hysterical scream.

After hearing the reputation, they discovered that Neville did not escape the battlefield by taking advantage of being knocked into the air like other people, but instead held up his wand and rushed out to the other side of the pit.

There, Bellatrix and Lucius were being protected by a protective shield gleaming with weird gray lights.

"Killing Curse!"

Neville roared madly, and the ominous green light shot out and shot at Bellatrix again.

"court death!"

Suddenly a deep and creepy sound rang out in the darkness.

Along with that sound, a slender blood thunder exploded again, attacking at a rate of fire far exceeding that of the Death Curse.

Unfortunately, Link moved faster.

The tip of Link’s staff trembled slightly, and a cursed flame turned into a bat in the air like alive. The latter came first, hitting the blood thunder first, and created it on the alloy floor of the memory hall. There is a smaller pit.

Not only that.

At the same time that the fiery bat was born, a faint blue ice crystal arrow also quietly formed, and first struck the shield that protected Bellatrix and Lucius.

"Click!"

With a crisp sound, the ice crystal arrow shattered completely.

The ‘cold poison’ contained in it was sprayed on the protective cover under the inertia, and a large hole was corroded in the cover almost instantaneously.

Immediately afterwards, Neville's death curse finally arrived.

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