A Hogwarts Wizard Supreme

Chapter 386 Li Fei lost in the dream and fighting

Hogwarts is quiet at night.

Old Headmaster Dumbledore had finished washing and put on his dark blue coral velvet nightgown.

He yawned slowly and gently stroked Fox's extremely smooth feathers, causing Fox to subconsciously fight back in his sleep.

With two "hehe" smiles, Dumbledore took out a copy of "Advanced Mathematics - Introduction to Calculus" from the bookcase as a bedtime reading.

Although Dumbledore is already over 100 years old, he still maintains a great interest in the development of knowledge in the Muggle world due to the influence of Grindelwald.

Turning two pages of calculus every night can greatly improve the old principal's sleep quality.

This reminded Dumbledore of his school days, when he would feel so sleepy when reading books on the history of magic.

Well, until his name was written into A History of Magic.

From that day on, Dumbledore had another mantra: "Reading history books, we can walk with the great wizards in the books."

"Beep beep."

"Dong dong dong."

"Tuk Tuk Tuk."

"Principal, principal, open the window~"

The paper plane hit the glass window of the principal's office persistently, finally waking up Phoenix Fox, who was sleeping soundly.

The awakened bird flew to Dumbledore's bedroom and vented all its anger on the old man.

"Besides Fudge, the only person who wrote to me so late is probably Li Fei."

Dumbledore helped him because he had promised Li Fei before enrolling that he could handle any difficulties at Hogwarts by himself.

I remember that Li Fei asked casually, "Can it be done anytime?"

Why was I so careless at that time? I replied casually: "Even if it's early in the morning or midnight, as long as you have difficulties, I am willing to listen and help."

Good guy, since then, how many times has Dumbledore received letters from Li Fei in the middle of the night, and the letters often only have one sentence:

"Are you there?"

"Did you sleep?"

"If you haven't slept yet, would you like to chat for a while?"

The most hateful time was when Li Fei wrote a letter of several hundred words eloquently. The content was probably "Are you lonely in the deserted night? Do you long to experience the collision of soul and body in the depths of darkness? Do you long to be free and unrestrained?" Passion and sweat?" something like that.

Just when Dumbledore thought that Li Fei had been misled by the folk customs of the rotten country, he discovered that there was also a "Summary of Cursed Gesture Notes" recorded by Li Fei himself under the envelope, expressing the hope that Dumbledore would help review it.

In short, before Dumbledore became estranged from Li Fei because he suspected that Li Fei had contact with other magical forces, the old man and the young man had actually maintained a fairly good social relationship.

Therefore, although it was already very late, Dumbledore was still quite surprised to receive a letter from Li Fei in the evening after a long time.

At least this child is still willing to communicate with me, which is good.

Not to mention how Dumbledore faced Li Fei's request for leave. In short, although it is still a bit difficult to understand the practice of magic in dreams, considering that Li Fei said that this is a family tradition of practice, Dumbledore did not think much about it. ask.

His eyes returned to the dream space.

As Li Fei was ready, Master Gu Yi's clone nodded to Li Fei, and then an extremely huge magic array appeared above their heads, feet, front and back, and left and right of their bodies at the same time. In the end, twelve magic arrays appeared. Merged into a cube, tightly protecting the two of them.

Then Gu Yi waved his hand again, and eight teleportation gates were arranged in sequence, and they were completed in front of Li Fei and Li Fei.

"This is the dimensional key that can open portals to different dimensions. We need to experience at least six different dimensions as a springboard to reach our destination-the void dimension."

The golden cube slowly flew up and sprinted towards the eight portals in front of it!

As a ripple flashed by, the earth and the dream world had disappeared. Now Li Fei was in a vast starry sky, and a battleship was flying in the universe.

Looking at the huge golden cube that suddenly appeared in front of the eyes, the battleship stopped instantly and then entered the first level alert mode.

A figure with green hair emerged from above the battleship and said to Li Fei and Li Fei: "I am the intelligent three-dimensional AI Kainar of the lost battleship 'Feitian No. [-]'. The golden cube in front of you, please state your position immediately. Otherwise we will arrest you!"

Li Fei was excited.

This, this is one of my childhood goddesses, the artificial intelligence girl in "Space Detective". I said that I seemed to really want to marry her at that time. When I have time, I can go to Mirror of Erised YY... …

Before Li Fei could think about it, the golden cube had already passed through the second portal at high speed, and what he saw was the endless ocean. Many soldiers wearing exoskeleton armor landed on the beach.

One of them looks like Tom Cruise

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"Imitation?" Bellatrix screamed, "Humph, it's made up!"

"It's easy to find out!" Lucius said, "Draco, catch that goblin, he can identify whether the sword is real or fake!"

Harry rushed to Griphook, who was curled up on the ground.

"Griphook," he whispered into the goblin's pointed ears, "you must say that the sword is fake. You must not let them know that it is real. Griphook, please—"

Harry heard someone rushing down the dungeon stairs, and then Draco's trembling voice came from outside the cell door.

"Stand back, stand in a row against the wall, and don't even think about making any rash moves, or I'll kill you!"

They did.When the keyhole turned, Ron pressed the deluminator, and the ball of light quickly flew back into his pocket, and the dungeon was dark again.The door opened and Draco walked in, wand held in front of him, looking pale and determined.He grabbed Griphook's arm and dragged the goblin out.The cell door slammed shut with a loud bang that echoed throughout the dungeon.

Ron pressed the deluminator, and three light balls flew into the air from his pocket, illuminating the house elf Dobby who had just Apparated into their midst.

"many--!"

Harry hit Ron on the arm to stop him from shouting.Ron also seemed scared of his mistake.There were footsteps passing on the ceiling, and Draco escorted Griphook to Bellatrix.

Dobby's big tennis-ball eyes were wide open and trembling from his feet to the tips of his ears.He returned to his old owner's home, visibly petrified.

"Harry Potter," he squeaked in a very faint trembling voice, "Dobby is here to save you."

"But how did you-?"

A scream of terror drowned out Harry's voice: Hermione was being tortured again.He quickly checked the most important thing.

"Can you Apparate out of this dungeon?" he asked, and Dobby nodded, his ears tapping a few times.

"Can you take someone out?"

Dobby nodded again.

"Okay. Dobby, I want you to take Luna, Dean and Mr. Ollivander and bring them to - to -"

"Bill and Fleur's," said Ron, "Shell Cottage on the outskirts of Dingworth."

The elf nodded for the third time.

"And come back again," said Harry. "Can you do that, Dobby?"

"Of course, Harry Potter," the elf whispered.He hurried over to the almost unconscious Mr. Ollivander, grabbed the wandmaker's hand, and then extended his other hand to Luna and Dean, neither of whom moved.

"Harry, we want to help you!" Luna said softly.

"We can't leave you here," Dean said.

"Come on, you two! I'll meet you at Bill and Fleur's house."

As Harry spoke, his scar burned like never before, and for a few seconds, he looked down and saw not Ollivander, but another man, just as old, just as thin, but looking at him contemptuously. Smiling.

"Kill me, Voldemort, I am glad to die! But my death will not bring you what you are looking for... There are many things you do not understand..."

He felt Voldemort's wrath, but Hermione screamed again and he stopped watching the scene, returning to the dungeons and the horror of his own current situation.

"Let's go." Harry begged Luna and Dean, "Let's go! We'll be here soon, go!"

They both grabbed the elf's outstretched hand.There was another pop, and Dobby, Luna, Dean, and Ollivander disappeared.

"What is that?" Lucius.Malfoy shouted from above, "Did you hear that? What was that noise in the dungeons about?"

Harry and Ron stared at each other in horror.

"Draco - no, call Wormtail! Let him check it out!"

Footsteps passed through the room above, and then there was silence.Harry knew that the people in the living room were listening to the sounds coming from the dungeon.

"We have to find a way to deal with him," he whispered to Ron.They had no choice. If someone walked into the room and noticed that the three prisoners had slipped, they would be dead. "Don't turn out the light," Harry added.Hearing someone coming down the stairs outside the door, they leaned against the walls on both sides of the door.

"Stand back," Wormtail's voice came from outside the door, "Stay away from the door, I'm coming in."

The door opened.For a brief moment, Wormtail stared at the seemingly empty dungeon, with three little suns hanging brightly in the sky.Harry and Ron rushed forward. Ron grabbed Wormtail's arm holding the wand and forced it upward. Harry covered his mouth with his hand to prevent him from making any sound.The three struggled in silence, Wormtail's wand sparking, his silver hand closing around Harry's throat.

"What's the matter, Wormtail?" Lucius.Malfoy shouted from above.

"It's okay!" Ron replied loudly, doing a good job of imitating Wormtail's huffing voice, "Everything is fine!"

Harry could barely breathe.

"You want to strangle me to death?" Harry said with difficulty, trying to break away the metal fingers, "After I saved your life? You still owe me, Wormtail!"

Silver's fingers relaxed.Harry didn't expect it: he broke free suddenly, surprised, but still covered Wormtail's mouth with his hand.He saw the mouse-like man's watery little eyes widen, full of fear and surprise. He seemed to be as surprised as Harry at the behavior of his own hand, feeling the little impulse of mercy it revealed. Shock.He fought harder, as if trying to counteract the consequences of that moment of weakness.

"Give it to us," Ron said softly, pulling out the wand from Wormtail's other hand.

Without his wand and unable to do anything, Pettigrew's pupils dilated with fear.His eyes slid from Harry's face to other places, and his silver hand moved ruthlessly to his throat.

"Do not--"

Harry had no time to think and hurriedly reached for his hand, but there was no way to stop him.The silver tool that Voldemort had given to his most cowardly attendant suddenly began to attack its unarmed and useless master.Pettigrew was being punished. Because of his hesitation, because of that moment of mercy, he was strangled to death in front of Harry and Ron.

"No!"

Ron also let go of Wormtail, and he and Harry tried to pull away the metal fingers that were holding Wormtail's throat, but it was useless, and Pettigrew's face had turned blue.

"Strengthen the force!" Ron said, pointing his wand at Silverhand, but it had no effect.Pettigrew fell to his knees.At the same time, Hermione let out a terrible scream from above.Wormtail's eyes rolled up, his face turned purple, and finally he twitched and became motionless.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, then left Wormtail's body in the dungeon and rushed up the stairs to the dim passage leading to the living room.They moved forward carefully and quietly, arriving at the door of the living room.The door was slightly ajar, and Bellatrix could now be clearly seen looking down at Griphook, who held the Sword of Gryffindor in his long hand.Hermione lay at Bellatrix's feet, barely moving.

"How is it?" Bellatrix asked Griphook, "Is the sword real?"

Harry held his breath, resisting the sting of his scar, and waited for an answer.

"No," Griphook said, "This is a fake."

"Are you sure?" Bellatrix asked breathlessly, "Really sure?"

"Yes." said the goblin.

Her face relaxed, all tension gone.

"Very good." She said, and with a wave of her wand, she made another deep cut on the goblin's face.He yelled and fell at her feet, but she kicked him away. "Okay," she said, the joy of victory overflowing from her words, "let's summon the Dark Lord!"

She rolled up her sleeves and pressed her index finger to the Dark Mark.

Suddenly, Harry's scar seemed to be torn open again.The real scene around him disappeared. He was Voldemort, the scrawny old wizard grinning at him with a toothless mouth.He sensed the summons and was furious - he had warned them that they would have to capture Potter at least before they could summon him, and if they got it wrong...

"Kill me!" the old man demanded. "You can't win. You can't win! That wand will never, never be yours -"