Chapter 654 Turning Point

"You wicked thief!"

Haierbo's roar came to an abrupt end, Aberforth landed half squatted, did not straighten up for a long while, the picture frame dropped from his hand, and his head rested on the ground, his chest heaved violently, the indomitable spirit just now was gone, Only those who are really close to Haierbo can feel the suffocating momentum. Aberforth felt as if his soul was about to be sucked away, and he swayed his calves, and he pushed the picture frame on the ground, holding it The wooden frame straightened vigorously.

He turned his head and looked at Dumbledore and Grindelwald behind him. He finally understood the pressure these two wizards, who had been fighting with Haierbo from the beginning of the battle, were going through. At that moment, the harbinger of death It flooded into Aberforth's consciousness without any delay. Even a wizard like him who has no talent for prophecy can feel the fear of the death star hanging above his head. It was even more frightening, the magic power surged around his body in a disorderly manner, and Aberforth couldn't stand up not only because he was overwhelmed in momentum, but also because he had suffered intensive frontal blows.

But those curses didn't seem to take his life away immediately, Aberforth lowered his head, he was a little afraid, when he saw his broken body riddled with holes, would he have a chance to finish his last words.

When he saw his chest, the carbonized dragon leather jacket was turning into flying ash, but under the flying ash was not a body riddled with holes, but a dazzle of silver, a simple piece of armor Lined in the coat, Haierbo's spell left scars like bumps on the surface of the moon, but it just didn't penetrate it.

Aberforth raised his head and looked at Dumbledore who was slowly lowering his wand.

"You're too reckless, Aberforth," Dumbledore said, shaking his head, "It's a good thing I caught up... But you did grow up and become more courageous."

The armor fell off Aberforth's body piece by piece and hit the ground heavily. There was a faint groan. Dumbledore turned his wrist and conjured a piece of armor for Aberforth who was still in a daze. clothes, lest he stand there naked.

"Aberforth, you make me look different."

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows. He had a premonition that what Haierbo did just now was very important, but the only person who could stand up and interrupt him was Aberforth, the "bad boy" who had always been against him. Supporting the exhausted Dumbledore, he said to Aberforth, "That painting can actually swallow him. What kind of powerful spell did Nelson find?"

"He just opened the door with a picture frame, which is what Nelson does best, and as for the other side of the picture..."

"Don't educate me, the other side of the painting is your little lover," Aberforth twisted his flexible eyebrows, seizing every opportunity to sneer, "When I was pretending to be Professor Albus Dumbledore, Melissa will come to your office every now and then to treat you to tea, this is the magic that she gave her all to drag your students to hell with her, isn't it amazing?"

The atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward, until a weak cry came from the armor that had fallen to the ground.

"Albus, where are you? Somebody put me back together," the armor moaned at Aberforth's feet, "Damn it, I can't see anything with a son of a bitch stepping on my face. "

Aberforth jumped out like a frightened rabbit, and the action of his feet kicked the parts of the armor everywhere, which also made it no longer be suppressed, and he put it together next to the picture frame, seeing Aberforth's face resembled that of his elder brother, and he rushed over with a somewhat dazed armor, and immediately felt bitter: "I believed in Minerva's evil!"

"Professor Dumbledore needs your protection, ah, you go and help!" The armor squeezed his throat to imitate McGonagall's anxious tone, and then made a muffled voice in a can, "I am really convinced, as soon as I come here , I was put on a stinky guy, I don't want every hanger you find me to be as handsome and charming as my brother, but at least maintain the most basic personal hygiene, is he a piece of bacon? Or a piece of quilt Spanish ham that has been smoked for 500 years? It’s like I’ve soaked in the old phlegm of a Hungarian hornet for half an hour. Albus, you quickly bring him here, the iron boots I’m going to use are hard Kick his ass."

Interrupted by the armor, the tense atmosphere around him eased up a lot. Credence, who was seriously injured and fell to the ground, got up from the ground, and together with Myrtle, who had sneaked in at some point, rushed towards the blood curse that was pulled away by Haierbo. Nagini lying unconscious.

Armor supported its head with two gauntlets. It still felt its head buzzing. It looked at "Dumbledore" in front of it, only to find that he had raised one hand and hit him hard. face.

"boom!"

While the armor was crawling to find his head, Aberforth walked to Dumbledore and Grindelwald with a gloomy face and dragged the picture frame.

"boom."

He threw the frame at the feet of the two, and the abstract farm in the painting has completely changed its appearance. Black ghosts emerged from the magical animals cut to pieces by zigzag lines, looking out of the frame with their green eyes, The only complete happy home in the painting is also shrouded in haze, and two distorted shadows, one black and one red, can be vaguely seen fighting.

"This should be Haierbo," Grindelwald pointed to the black that had the upper hand, and said in a somewhat complicated tone, "It's really locked in... I don't know how long it can be locked. As for the other one, it should be Professor Sykes. gone."

"It's Melissa."

Dumbledore's tone was equally complicated. He looked at the vaguely humanoid silhouette of the red shadow. She was lying on top of the black shadow and biting like an animal, but the color was retreating under the pollution and pressure of the black. Except for the shape, nothing could be seen. He was a little bit human. He understood the crimes Melissa committed, and even acquiesced in the Hogwarts students' revenge on the professor, but he didn't expect that after just a few years of not seeing each other, he would already be a different person. The teacher was so reduced to such a situation, he opened his hand, approached the canvas, the suction and repulsion hit his palm at the same time, before Dumbledore could feel the magic power, he was repelled violently, and staggered back for a while a few steps.

"Pure and terrifying power," Grindelwald carefully approached the canvas with the Elder Wand, his face raised a little dignified, "Hogwarts is full of talents, worthy of being Sykes' daughter... such pure hatred, really Opened my eyes."

"All her magic power and even her soul have turned into hatred. She has become like Salem, a skin of hatred, but she doesn't seem to figure out who her hatred should be directed at," Dumbledore raised When he opened his hand, the armor covering his palm had already become distorted. The moment he felt the magic power coming from the canvas, he summoned the gauntlet of the Hogwarts armor. There were many more recessed parts than protruding ones. Dumbledore Lido sighed, "Even if she dedicated everything to hatred, she still can't compete with Hai Erbo. The evil in his soul has surpassed the sum of the souls of many people."

"Albus, you bastard!"

There was a curse from the armor in the distance. It finally found its head. Just as it was about to reach out to pick it up, its arm suddenly disappeared. The twisted gauntlet fell off Dumbledore's hand. It circled in mid-air and slapped it. Greeted on Dumbledore's head, then fell to the ground and crawled towards the armor.

"Ha ha."

Dumbledore covered his reddened forehead, and said with a smile, "A few years ago, it boasted that it fought with Nelson and Helbo for three days and three nights with the Horcrux made by the basilisk. I thought it was me and It was a joke that Minerva scored two hundred points on the Quidditch pitch, but I didn't expect it to be so durable."

"How long can this painting hold him?" Grindelwald asked while sealing the canvas with magic.

"I don't know," Dumbledore said. In the last picture Dumbledore saw, Melissa's magic power had been squeezed into the small building of the Happy House, which was exactly the same as Jokunda's experience on the day the Sykes family fell. The magic power is eating, he is very satisfied with Melissa's pure and incomparable hatred, and his soul has even become stronger because of it, "I'm afraid it won't last long, no wonder Nelson said it is the last resort in an emergency... This is black magic, power Bigger people will take everything from you."

"I thought of one thing," Aberforth said suddenly, "When you asked me to go to Nurmengard to collect information, didn't I discover that a group of Nelson's men had sent a machine into the sky? We Can you let them throw this picture up too, I have read some Muggle scientists' books on astronomy, they say that the universe where the sun and stars live is actually very cold, we launch it, wait until Grindel... no Sorry, when Hai Erbo crawls out, he will be frozen into an ice sculpture, and then the ice sculpture will float all the way out of the place where we are...uh—"

"galaxy."

Grindelwald succinctly helped Aberforth say the word he couldn't think of. Both Aberforth and Dumbledore were looking at him with a ghostly look. They looked at each other, unable to understand Green's words. Why would Devore do this.

"Ahem," Grindelwald cleared his throat, and explained, "When Nelson maliciously absent from the center and left without saying goodbye, I, as the boss who hired him and paid him, have the right to confiscate the items he left behind to make up for it. My loss, there happened to be a lot of Muggle books there, and I was free for a while, so I just flipped through them."

"oh."

"Their theories are not useless. If under our leadership, these Muggle intelligent people can create greater things. Didn't Nelson be that missionary? I am willing to give them the opportunity to contact magic , " Grindelwald turned back to the topic, "distance and temperature will cause trouble for wizards, but Haierbo is not an ordinary wizard, he can't even be called a person, these obstacles are nothing to him, let alone... If he really has been floating in the sky, it will be a trouble for us, he can recuperate unscrupulously, digest the power that he had no time to control when he was just resurrected, and when he really returns, we may be completely unable to resist him. "

"And there is an obvious loophole in your plan," a strange voice broke into the conversation, and the three raised their heads. The man who approached them silently was the rescuer called by Nelson, a strange guy who didn't know the details. In the battle, his style of rushing to death impressed them deeply. The man nodded slightly and said, "I'm Ivy Darwin, a friend of Mr. Williams, a doctor of Cambridge University, and old man of Sykes. Classmates, you are the Muggles in your mouth. Mr. Williams' aircraft cannot provide the speed to escape from gravity. Even if Haierbo is really frozen into ice, it will eventually fall down as a meteorite... Gentlemen, I have no intention of interrupting You are interested in science, but the lady's situation is a bit troublesome, I think you should go and have a look, and discuss some more down-to-earth plans."

The three of them quickly rushed to Nagini's side under the guidance of Ivy. Nagini's condition was not the worst, she was just mentally and physically weak, but what puzzled everyone was that , she seemed to have turned into a Muggle.

There is no trace of magic on her body, and there is no response to waving the wand. Ivy looked at her with some envy and said, "If Hai Erbo really has this kind of means to take away other people's magic power, then Trouble."

"Are you okay? Nagini," Dumbledore approached Nagini. He had seen Nagini before, and he had also witnessed and even helped Nelson complete his plan to help her solve the effects of the blood curse. But at this moment, her body All traces of the blood curse disappeared, and Dumbledore knelt beside her, examining her body with his wand waving, "What did Helbo do to you?"

"He... took my blood curse away." Nagini put one hand on his temple, his voice trembling, "Suddenly there are many things in my mind that don't belong to me... yes, it's Hai Erbo's memory , I can feel his thoughts at that moment, he...he felt that his past had been tampered with, and wanted to use the blood curse to keep the real memory in me."

Dumbledore and Grindelwald looked at each other, and what they were afraid of still happened.

"Didn't Aberforth interrupt him just now?" Grindelwald asked anxiously.

"The blood curse...has been taken away," Nagini muttered, "a curse of thousands of years, just like that... gone, an understatement, like taking eggs from a basket."

"Can you see his memory clearly?"

"I..." Nagini pressed her temples, but soon her body trembled. Credence glared at Grindelwald who made the suggestion, and pressed Nagini's convulsive arm. Khan shook his head feebly, and said, "Too many, too long, too complicated... Sorry, I can't help it."

"Can I take a look?" Dumbledore raised his head and asked in a deep voice, "I won't take away these memories, which will permanently damage your soul. I want to take a look at Haierbo's memories. Look at what was happening two thousand years ago."

Credence stood up and stood in front of Nagini.

"Clay..." Nagini pushed him away, smiled and shook his head at him, "He is the chief culprit who caused my family to suffer so much, now I have the opportunity to make him pay the price, how can I not be happy accept it?"

In the fragments of memory, she glimpsed a familiar figure.

"Our friend Nelson is fighting alone in a field we can't reach. I am not as strong and smart as them, but my life was saved by him, and I should do my part for him," Nagini said, holding Credence "Besides, with you by my side, I believe in Professor Dumbledore's magic, he won't hurt me."

Credence nodded reluctantly.

"I am coming too."

"You—" Credence glared at Grindelwald who interrupted.

"Credence, I never lied to you, think about it carefully," Grindelwald blocked his fist, grabbed his collar, and said word by word, "You should know that time conversion What is the weapon? Nelson is fighting against a more complete him in Haierbo's era. Haierbo has already noticed it and tried to use the soul of the blood curse to preserve his past memory, but this process was interrupted, and the memory temporarily stayed in Na For Genie, he is temporarily imprisoned in a painting, but when he comes back from the painting?"

"..."

"We must race against time. This memory must be the key to defeating him. My research on souls is much better than Albus, and I know the severity." Grindelwald loosened Credence's collar, "You are not hers." Master, don't be a fool."