20demayo Chapter 492 Rescue
Chapter 492 Rescue
Chapter 492 Rescue
Watching the fierce battle between Professor Hamilton and Voldemort, Harry knew, of course, that he couldn't participate on his own.
Taking action rashly might even cause trouble for Professor Hamilton.
So is there anything I can do myself?
Seeing Voldemort and Professor Hamilton's wands reconnected, Harry thought for a moment and decided that now was not the time to make a move.
Voldemort isn't paying attention to him now—in other words, he can do whatever he wants—think quickly, what can he do—what can he use to save Professor Hamilton?
Wait a minute—Harry pursed his lips as if he had thought of something, and his gaze fell on the ordinary-looking mirror located below the Goblet of Fire.
That's right—the mirror—Professor Hamilton mentioned before that this mirror is the magic circle tool for summoning shadows—
After she cut off the mirror's magical power, the shadow disappeared.
In other words, as long as there is magic, it will summon a shadow—and the one summoned is the person reflected in the mirror.
If one were to actively infuse magic into the mirror, would it be possible to make Professor Hamilton's shadow reappear?
But—but even if she appeared, she might not necessarily help Professor Hamilton, right?
What if things get even more chaotic?
No, this is not the time to think about these things now. Harry took a deep breath and made up his mind. He watched as Professor Hamilton, who was struggling against Voldemort, gripped his wand tightly.
Then he strode towards the mirror.
I can't overthink it anymore; I have to start taking action right now!
Harry crouched low as he made his way through the collapsed pillars and broken stones of the hall, while spells flew overhead.
The battle between Royla and Voldemort has entered a heated phase. Even though Royla is at a disadvantage due to her split body, Voldemort seems unable to defeat her quickly in the short term.
With her mastery of the Silent Spell, Loila could quickly unleash various spells. She defended herself while occasionally counterattacking, doing her best to wear down Voldemort.
This is Hogwarts—it won't be long before Mr. Lupin and the Aurors arrive—and even Voldemort will have to retreat when faced with so many people, won't he?
Rarely, Loila's mind was exceptionally clear during the battle, but it was more likely because she could feel her body getting slightly cold.
It's strange—I've been fighting the whole time, but I haven't felt any heat at all—
"Bang!"
Loila deflected Voldemort's Killing Curse with the tip of her staff, then swung it around, sending a boulder flying as it swung like a spear at Voldemort.
But Voldemort simply swept the tip of his staff, and with a single, swift strike, he cleaved all the stone spears in two.
Loila had to awkwardly sidestep the transparent blade, then quickly turn to dodge the killing curse that followed.
But—can I really hold on until then?
Hold on until Mr. Lupin and the Aurors arrive — hold on until Voldemort retreats?
"Hamilton—you're a fine talent—" Voldemort, seemingly gaining the upper hand, suddenly spoke after casting a spell: "If you wish, you can certainly strive for a greater cause."
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"I am already—I am already striving for a greater cause," Loila couldn't help but retort. "I am a senior member of the Usurper Party, and Lord Grindelwald's cause is far greater than yours!"
"Heh." Voldemort chuckled and shook his head. "Wizards are born to rule, and pure-blood wizards even more so."
"Although you are only of mixed race, you are still worthy of being among my closest companions."
"I've heard that before," Loila replied softly, taking a few deep breaths, which seemed to slightly alleviate the pain.
But that's it.
"Hearing it is one thing, but who told it is another," Voldemort said, shaking his head. "Looks like you're not going to listen, are you?"
"Indeed—after all, you are a bastard born of a Veela and a wizard traitor—" Voldemort said, flicking his wand sharply.
"Avada Kedavra!"
"Buzz!"
The two Killing Curses collided again, and seeing this, Harry took a deep breath and ran a few steps quickly.
This is an opportunity!
Before Voldemort notices, she must immediately—infuse the mirror with magic, and face Professor Hamilton—to ensure that the copy is of her.
Harry walked to the mirror, carefully examining and adjusting its position. When he saw Professor Hamilton, who was exchanging beams with Voldemort, reflected in the mirror, he nodded slightly.
Next comes the infusion of magic—although Professor Hamilton didn't teach me, it must take a lot.
He had never used anyone else's wand before and didn't know if it would have any effect—but it didn't matter, he just needed to do his best.
Thinking this, Harry raised his wand high and pointed it at the mirror in front of him.
Blue magic emanated from the tip of Harry's wand and surged into the mirror in front of him. As his magic flowed in, the mirror immediately emitted a faint glow.
This light not only made Harry breathe a sigh of relief, but also made Voldemort realize something.
"What are you doing?!" He turned sharply to look at Harry, his eyes wide as if he wanted to do something, but it seemed it was already a little too late.
A figure slowly emerged in the mirror, as if it were about to slowly crawl out.
"You're asking for it!" Voldemort abruptly severed the connection and then raised his wand at Harry.
"Avada Kedavra!" A ghastly green killing curse shot straight at Harry, who was desperately trying to infuse magic into the mirror.
Loila looked at the spell and quickly raised her wand to cast it, but she was much farther away from Harry, and the spell seemed destined not to stop Voldemort.
As the ghastly green spell hurtled toward him, Harry surprisingly felt no fear; his mind was solely focused on channeling magic into the mirror.
"Bang!"
The pale green spell didn't hit Harry; instead, it struck the scales of a black snake and bounced off like it had hit a stone.
It's Miss Nagini!
She seemed to have been hiding and waiting for an opportunity, but instead of the chance to kill Voldemort, she got the chance to save Harry.
The curse struck her scales and bounced off, but she herself was also knocked away. Although the Killing Curse couldn't harm her, Voldemort's surging magic was no joke.
"Nagini—" Loila pursed her lips as she watched Miss Nagini's figure, but this was not the time to think about that. She raised her wand and aimed it at Voldemort, preparing to block his next attack.
But—the person who walked out of the mirror made her hand freeze in mid-air.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Voldemort's Killing Curse flew towards Harry's face, but this time it was deflected by the person who emerged from the mirror, who flicked his wand.
It was a young man with black hair. He looked cold and deep, his dark eyes quietly watching Voldemort, and then looking at the silver-haired girl in the distance.
Loila looked at him too, her blue eyes filled with confusion, bewilderment—and longing—she had never imagined she would have the chance to see him again, never had she ever thought of it.
The person who stepped out of the mirror was not Loila Hamilton, but her best friend and most respected teacher from Durmstrang.
That was Müller von Ansbach, a man who was long dead but never forgotten.
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