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At this moment, a violent explosion suddenly came from the blue circle of light - the fire elemental lord exploded.

The explosion caused the blue wall of fire next to them to instantly spill out some flames, and the entire space seemed to tremble with the force.

Rudolphus was looking at his broken wrist with his head down, worried about the loss of his hand.

When he heard the noise, he raised his head curiously, just in time to see the scene. A hint of horror and confusion flashed in his eyes, as if he had not yet recovered from this sudden turn of events.

"Get out of the way, you're ...... behind your back" Rudolphus exclaimed, ignoring the sharp pain in his wrist, and quickly reached out to pull Lucius, who was facing away from the flames.

However, before he could finish his words, the raging flames had already passed Lucius's kneeling calves and quickly spread to his back.

Lucius was jerked by Rudolphus, and the whole person lost his balance and staggered forward.

He turned his head and looked at the flames behind him in shock, only to see that the flames had quickly receded, as if the crisis had just been an illusion.

"Ah, thankfully no rocks were blown out. Lucius breathed a sigh of relief, thinking Rudolphus was reminding him to dodge the aftermath of the explosion inside, "The master and the one named Levine."

Green's boys fought fiercely. "

Seeing that Lucius was unharmed, Rudolphus's expression was cloudy, and he closed his mouth tightly, as if he was suppressing his inner emotions.

He looked around and saw that there was no one around them at this time—the fierce three-on-three battle just now not only allowed them to use the [Requirition Curse] without any scruples, but also caused an explosion or two from time to time, which had already unconsciously kept many Death Eaters and Aurors away from this dangerous place.

On the steps in the distance, Bellatrix brandished the whip like a madman, constantly chasing forward. Hermione stood still, her wand pointed at Bellatrix, and looked at the other man's head and face splattered with blood. Bellatrix also stretched out her arm, and pointed her wand at her opponent, looking for an opportunity to hit them with the [Avada Suo Curse].

However, after the explosion, Hermione, who had been preparing to flank Bellatrix with Cirella, suddenly gave up confronting her.

Under the other's puzzled gaze, she stepped out of her half-human, half-cat thighs and rushed straight into the blue wall of flames below the steps. A hint of determination and determination flashed across her face, as if she had made some important decision.

At this point, inside the wall of flames, the battle was almost decided.

The rest of Rudolphus watched in silence as Lucius bandaged his wounds, and it wasn't until he was almost done that he noticed that his wife, Bellatrix, had returned.

With a hint of exhaustion on her face but a glint of excitement in her eyes, Bellatrix walked up to Rudolphus and whispered about what had just happened on the central battlefield.

Rudolphus listened to his wife's story, and a look of sudden realization gradually appeared on his face.

He glanced sarcastically at the Blue Flame, and said to Lucius and Bellatrix in his usual playful tone, "Hmph, our master should have brought Nagini with him." Look at the way he looks now, it's really embarrassing. "

Just now, on the high platform under the arch, Voldemort's black wizard's robe had become tattered, revealing some charred tree-like burns, flame-burning burns, and blue-purple frostbite, and so on—all of which were wounds of different attributes caused by Levin's iridescent magic.

His face was pale, and his eyes gleamed with resentment, as if he was about to put his opponent to death at any moment.

However, his form for Rai is not very good either.

Levine, who had been standing nearly five meters in front of the stone pillar of the arch, had now retreated all the way to the stone pillar with his back against the arch. His breath was short, his face was pale, and he was clearly on the verge of holding on. Although he still clutched the wand in his hand, the light in his eyes had dimmed.

Voldemort's eyes flashed with confident hubris, and he estimated that in two or three more rounds, he would be able to defeat Levin and declare himself victorious.

Although this seemed to be a little faster than the expected time to defeat Levine, Voldemort was still full of smugness and enjoyed the joy of his imminent victory, after all, defeating a truly strong man was far more valuable than defeating a school of trash fish.

However, just as he was about to touch the brink of victory, a violent wave of magic suddenly came from behind him.

He jerked around, surprised to find that the group of Gryffindor students—Neville, Ginny, and Colin—were standing in the blue flames, intact. The flames didn't seem to do any harm to them, and they came silently behind them under the cover of the blue wall of fire.

"How dare you!" Voldemort roared, but it was too late.

He could only watch as the group of students cast a spell on him. He couldn't believe that he would be attacked suddenly, and at this moment, his heart was full of shock and anger.

Voldemort hastily adjusted his protective silver shield behind him, trying to fend off the sudden attack.

However, this group of students had already prepared, and the spells they launched were not intended to directly kill him, but spells such as [Levitation Spell] and [Three Feet Away]. The impact of these spells was so great that it knocked Voldemort flying. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

As he tumbled in the air, Voldemort finally realized that the reason why these young wizards were not casting a lethal spell was because their purpose was not to kill him directly through a sneak attack, but to push him into the arch.

And those Gryffindor students are obviously adult elite wizards who have been transformed through polypharmaceutical potions—otherwise, (CIEF) their spells would never have been so powerful!

These spells weren't meant to kill him directly through a sneak attack, but to push him into the archway, and those Gryffindor students were apparently adult elite wizards who had been transformed through polypotions - otherwise the spells of the students wouldn't have been so powerful!

Voldemort struggled in the air, trying to steady. However, the Gryffindor students didn't give him any chance, and they continued to fire spells, pushing Voldemort in the direction of the arch step by step.

Completely different from the shock he felt when he faced the Fire Elemental Lord just now, Voldemort's heart at this moment swelled with an indescribable horror. He was well aware that if he was thrown into that arch, his efforts to endure humiliation and spend countless hours and energy in order to resurrect would be wasted in an instant.

Who knows how long we will have to wait for the next resurrection, and who knows what kind of lingering we will have to go through.

What frightened him even more was that he didn't know anything about the arch. The legend of this arch, which represents death, is truly divine, full of unspeakable mystery and horror. No one in history has ever returned from entering this door, and he knows that. He wasn't even sure if he would be able to resurrect with the help of a Horcrux if he was thrown in. This uncertainty and uncertainty brought his fear to a climax.

At this critical juncture, Voldemort's seventy years of life played a key role.

He spread his arms in the air, his body shook, and the hem of the black wizard's robe instantly turned into more than a dozen long strips, flying up like a long snake. The long strips were like tentacles that wrapped around the huge doorposts of the arches, the large gravel on the ground, and everything else he could touch.

At the same time, Voldemort also unleashed the same flying magic developed in the Dementors, enveloping his body in black smoke. He tried to slow down by reducing inertia and thus avoid the fate of being thrown into the arch.

His countenance was distorted, and his eyes flashed with madness and despair as he tried to make a final fight with death.

But at the same time, something bad happened.

Levin's frailty was gone, replaced by a radiant and tall figure, standing beneath Voldemort and staring at his manoeuvres in the air. There was a twinkle in his eyes that sparkled with a playful light, as if to say: You have been deceived!

Levin's sudden change surprised everyone present, as if his constant defeat was just an illusion.

"Finger of Death!"

Levin's mouth suddenly recited an unfamiliar incantation, and his wand was like a meteor in the night, instantly pointing at Voldemort's chest. A terrifying black-red force pierced the air, roaring towards Voldemort with an irresistible aura of death.

Although Voldemort had never seen this spell before, he could clearly feel the intense and unreassailable death power contained in it, which was no less powerful than the [Killing Curse] he used himself. His heart pounded, as if it were being held tightly by a large, invisible hand.

Voldemort didn't dare to slack off, he let out a loud shout, gave up the magic of turning into a black mist, and waved his wand quickly with both hands, manipulating the nearby stones to block his chest continuously.

Hearing only an earth-shattering bang, the entire space seemed to shake at this moment. Voldemort only felt a huge impact coming, and his body involuntarily retreated, and at the same time, these stones instantly turned into powder under the terrifying power of [Death Finger], and scattered in all directions.

Levin looked at the scene in front of him and sighed secretly in his heart: "Sure enough, the [Death Finger] effect of the lack of practice is still not enough. "

But instead of showing any disappointment, he looked up at Voldemort with a glint of appreciation in his eyes, "What a commendable skill, Mr. Riddle." Your Levitation Charm is working pretty well. "。