Chapter 209

"Armor protection!"

"ah!"

In just one encounter, Nietzsche almost killed three Death Eaters in a row, and he never said a word of nonsense from beginning to end.

The cold breathing and the uncomfortable red light of the Cruciatus Curse made the Death Eaters around them swallow involuntarily.

The dust gradually dissipated, and Nietzsche discovered that the female Death Eater covering her face in front of him was Bellatrix Lestrange. Half of her face was burned by the lightsaber, leaving a scorch mark so deep that it could be seen Teeth inside.

He looked over Lestrange's shoulder and saw the Malfoy couple. If they hadn't taken action, Lestrange would have died just now...

"Kill him." Lucius said without thinking, and winked at the Death Eaters who were gradually surrounding him.

"You don't need to command this!" Lestrange screamed incoherently, "You... dirty mudblood... I want to kill you, my face... How can I face it? Dear Lord Dark Lord?"

Nietzsche did not panic when facing a dozen top Death Eaters, and even wore an elegant sword flower on his arm.

"You still think you can get out alive?" He mocked maliciously, "Ah ha, we are all old acquaintances, and Fenrir is here too."

The werewolf Death Eater whose name was not mentioned put away his fangs, and his muscles tensed up, as if he was about to escape at any moment.

"Avada Kedavra!" "Heart-breaking!" "Torn apart---"

Several different voices sounded from different directions. The curse passed through Nietzsche's cloak and exploded the wooden door behind him. Debris and obsidian fragments flew into the air and penetrated into the Death Eater's flesh with unusual trajectories. among.

Lucius and his wife took advantage of the chaos and ran into the prophecy hall and got into the hundreds of shelves with crystal balls.

Nietzsche nimbly shuttled through the gorgeous magical beams, using transformation spells and gravity magic to control everything around him. He occasionally threw the lightsaber and controlled the wand to fly around the Department of Mysteries.

"We can't waste any more time, sir." One of the Death Eaters fell to the ground in embarrassment. He was almost cut off at the waist, "It's a ploy!"

"Dolokhov, our mission is to get the prophecy!" The rotten flesh on Lestrange's face was a little leaky.

"But we were deceived!" Antonin Dolohov said in a panic, "Look at the enemies that the Dark Lord has to deal with... It's the Christmas holiday now, and those Aurors can't all be working overtime at the Ministry of Magic. And those...Muggles?"

By the way, Muggles, but he has never seen those Muggles who can cast dozens of spells in an instant without chanting spells!

Lestrange raised his head and looked at Voldemort, who was trying to resist the rain-like attacks. Just as he was about to warn him, Nietzsche came over with his wand again.

The werewolf Fenrir could no longer bear the fear brought by the beast's instinct. In order to stop Nietzsche's progress, he was driven to pounce.

"You are looking for death!!" Nietzsche heard Dobby's voice.

Fenrir, who had just taken off, had not had time to show his loyalty to Lestrange. He was accurately hit by six blasting spells at the same time, and his chest was blown to pieces.

Ares jumps, Ares sleeps.

Dobby, who came from the stairwell, was covered in dark red blood. He was accompanied by a 'Muggle' wearing white armor, but the man was not wearing a helmet...

Everything was as Nietzsche had predicted—Sebastian Moran arrived.

"It's you?!" Lestrange recognized the house elf at a glance, and she shouted sternly, "You are Malfoy's house elf...It's Lucius! That bitch betrayed Black Lord Demon King!"

Nietzsche raised his foot and stepped heavily on Fenrir's chest, crushing the cracked sternum and slightly beating heart.

It was bloodier than the Death Eaters and the cruel methods made Bella stunned for a moment.

Dobby did not admit or refuse, he just looked at the embarrassed Lestrange with that kind of contempt, and laughed heartily: everyone thought it was loyal...except Nietzsche.

"It's that Auror!" Antoning was frightened. He crawled back a few steps in horror, "Molan!"

"That's great. Does anyone still remember me?" Moran said happily, "Dobby, kill them all."

Moran was so happy that he planned to go on a killing spree.

"Yes, sir." Dobby's hand suddenly stopped halfway up. His round eyes glanced at Nietzsche, then he tilted his head and asked doubtfully, "Are you sure it's everyone?"

"certainly."

"But...but Mr. Holmes..."

"This is the Prime Minister's order, Dobby." Moran took out his wand and pointed at Dobby's head and said coldly, "Or...are you, the herald, planning to betray your master?"

Dobby gritted his teeth and trembled, his ears drooped listlessly.

However, Nietzsche never said anything. He just pretended to be frightened and crossed his wand to block the lightsaber in front of him.

This short conversation contained too much information for the Death Eaters: Nietzsche's Muggle reinforcements actually wanted to kill Nietzsche, and they also disliked their group of dark wizards.

"Is this your plan?" Lestrange got up from the ground, laughed crazily and leaned towards Nietzsche crazily, and whispered, "We are wizards, you see... Muggles are really unreliable. "

"Is this Moriarty's intention or the Prime Minister's intention?" Nietzsche said in a reluctant tone.

"It makes no difference." Moran waved his wand, pointed at them and said, "Avada Kedavra!"

Nietzsche reacted quickly, he shouted: "Clothes fly!"

The confused Antonin Dolohov flew in front of Nietzsche at a very fast speed, and was held by the collar as a human shield, blocking Moran's killing curse. He was also the most valuable Death Eater who died.

But Dobby's attack followed closely, and he was blown away with just a snap of his fingers.

Although the armor blocked the magic effect, the kinetic energy still allowed Nietzsche to knock open the wooden door behind him. He pretended to be hit hard and led Moran into the Time Hall.

Chapter 338 Three-party melee

Moran held a gun in his left hand and a wand in his right hand, shuttling between the shelves of the Department of Mysteries. He stared vigilantly at the shadows that kept flashing in the shadows.

"I have a suggestion - how about killing him for now?" Lestrange ran barefoot on the gravel and glass fragments, as if she could not feel any pain. She suggested, "Our target is not the Ministry of Magic."

"Why?" Moran asked back.

"Hahaha... You have joined forces with things like house elves, why can't you join us?" Her words were full of contempt for Dobby, "We all want to kill him, um... that little mudblood."

Lestrange said, and licked the cracked corners of his mouth with his tongue.

"No problem, as long as you kill him, I can spare your life..." Moran agreed on his own initiative.

"Sir!" Dobby exclaimed.

"As long as the result achieves the goal, Dobby, this is what we do." Moran narrowed his eyes and said slowly, "It's normal for a few cowardly Death Eaters to escape occasionally."

He could see that the magic that just knocked Nietzsche away was very powerful, which meant that Dobby did not disobey orders, so his tone became much kinder.

The situation suddenly became very strange: on the ninth floor, Voldemort was fighting with the Aurors and Muggles of the Ministry of Magic; while below, Dobby and Moran, who were supposed to be the reinforcements, stood with the Death Eaters.

Nietzsche carefully closed the shelves full of clocks and hid his body behind the cabinet with a glass front door.

It was impossible not to be nervous. He had no idea when the opportunity would come, nor did he know what other uses the abandoned time converter had...

At this time, he suddenly heard Lestrange's crazy and rhythmic voice: "Oi~ Where are you? Hahaha, I used to play this kind of game with Sissi, but it was a game where wizards caught Muggles for experiments~"

The dark wizard version of hide-and-seek, the caught 'Muggles' had to accept a hundred black magic.

"I see." Nietzsche sneered, "No wonder you hate Muggles so much, you must have been bullied every day when you were a child."

"Avada Kedavra---"

The killing curse turned the shelf next to Nietzsche into powder, and dozens of clocks inlaid with miniature hourglasses fell. Then the powder reassembled into a shelf, became intact, and then broke again... It went on and on.

Nietzsche found that several time converters that rolled to his feet were not involved, but he didn't have time to think because Moran started to shoot.

"You are wrong, it is my sister Andromeda who is the 'Muggle'!" Lestrange winked at several Death Eaters.

Another deadly spell, purple flame arrows flew from both ends of the corridor, but the moment they touched his chest, they were twisted and returned to their owners.

A Death Eater didn't expect this, and when the purple flames entered his body, he rolled on the ground with his chest covered.

This looked like a dark magic that burned the soul. Nietzsche was a kind man. He never saw this kind of magic. So he pinched the air and used magic to break the neck of the trapped Death Eater.

Moran waved the wand in his right hand and laid several layers of defensive magic around him. Then he ignored the Death Eaters who were struggling with Nietzsche and fired a series of explosive spells at them.

The airflow of the explosion carried Nietzsche away. He did not feel any pain, but was pushed out of the quagmire by a huge force.

He turned his head and looked at the Death Eaters again. He found that their wounds were full of glass tips and wooden thorns. The next second, those sharp objects began to detach from the wounds that were gradually healing, but then they would be inserted back again.

Those people were retaining consciousness, between complete death and life. The repeated repair and damage of nerves and cells made them suffer every minute and every second.

But Nietzsche was not affected by time, which made him bolder.

Although Lestrange was crazy, she was still cautious in her work. When she saw how her subordinates had their necks torn and their limbs disintegrated, she immediately used magic to protect herself in order to avoid the same fate.

"Avada---"

Even so, Nietzsche was still able to indirectly affect the opponent with the power of defensive magic through the essence of magic.

Therefore, Lestrange's wrist was twisted, and the severe pain made her subconsciously loosen her wand, and she couldn't even say a complete killing curse.

At the same time, Moran led Dobby to attack, and the house-elves' unreasonable talents and more than 30 magics hit Nietzsche.

No wonder wizards forbid other creatures to carry wands. If house-elves or goblins could have wands, they would be more powerful.

"You are a genius, it's a pity." Moran's attack did not fail, and he did not give Nietzsche a moment to breathe. "But you can rest assured that all your efforts will not be in vain... I will take over. "

Nietzsche held up an umbrella named 'Hermione Granger' in front of him. He stabilized his body and began to move forward step by step against the rain-like attack.

The walls of the Department of Mysteries are broken open by countless spells. You can see the cauliflower covered with sticky saliva squirming in a jar in the Brain Hall next door, and you can also see the stone pit with the stone arch on the other side.

The black curtain hung on the stone door. For some reason, under the staggered beams of light, Nietzsche suddenly felt that the ancient stone door looked like a human body.

"I got something." Narcissa choked on the dust as she stepped over the stone bricks, holding a crystal ball wrapped in clothes.

When Narcissa saw Lestrange's miserable and terrifying face, her voice trembled with fear.

Lestrange forgot to cover his cheeks and shouted outside in panic, "You actually let the house elves collude with the Ministry of Magic?!"

"Dobby? He is no longer our house elf!" Narcissa immediately blasted a gap in the wall that led directly to the hall. "No, I can't leave yet...Draco hasn't come back yet."

"I told you, no one can leave today!" Nietzsche lowered his body and maintained a sprinting posture.

The rain stopped, and when the tubular magazine that lost its magic power fell to the ground, he rushed towards the enemy like a bow and arrow.

But Moran was not bad either. As a former Auror who had been practicing in the Muggle world for many years, he still had good close combat skills. He twitched his wand lightly and shot out a spell that made the hair of the Death Eaters around him stand up.

Perhaps Hermione's magic power was not enough. This magic tore through the barrier in front of Nietzsche and hit his chest, making the armor sound like a gong - Nietzsche was shocked and took a few steps back.

"Lord Dark Lord! We got it!" Bellatrix Lestrange called for help outside.

"Alas~"

A sigh came from the stone arch next door. Nietzsche turned his head and didn't find anyone, but he caught a glimpse of the green light reflecting from the glass shards standing on the ground.

"There are many obstacles!"

This killing curse was even more deadly. He almost drained part of his magic power before the curse gradually slowed down its flight speed and was finally frozen in mid-air.

The tall and thin Voldemort turned into a puff of smoke and flew down. The clothes on his body were all broken into pieces. Only the crystal ball held by Narcissa could be seen in his scarlet eyes.

"Very well, Bellatrix... you did well." Voldemort praised absentmindedly.

In fact, he was already sweating profusely trying to deal with the hordes of Aurors and Muggles. Who knew there would be an ambush? Facing Nietzsche, he could not help but sigh in his heart. Logically speaking, he would not have emotions anymore. That's right.

This is really strange, as if every step I take is actually following Nietzsche's instructions.

Nietzsche held the wand with both hands; Moran pointed the blaster at Nietzsche with his left hand, and pointed the wand at Voldemort with his right hand; Voldemort, who was leading the Death Eaters, conjured up two snakes made of calendar fire and pointed them at the first two.

The three major British factions were brought to the same table for the first time.

Chapter 339 Death of Nietzsche

Calendar Fire is very powerful, but for the battle-hardened Moran and Nietzsche, who is gradually understanding the nature of magic, it is just a snack after all.

The fire snake was overwhelmed by the magic power with a pop, and was then dispersed by the curse, but then another green light rushed out from the dispersed calendar fire sparks, but at this time Nietzsche had already dodged it.

It seemed that he was still able to do it with ease, which made Voldemort feel troublesome...or fearful...

"You know I'm coming to get the prophecy ball." Voldemort spat.

"Do you think I look like someone who cares about prophecies?" Nietzsche chuckled, "I don't know, but I know someone will let you come... It's so sad, even a comeback is just someone else's weapon ”

Voldemort figured it out instantly, and he moved his gaze to Narcissa beside him.

"Great Lord Dark Lord, I have absolutely no second thoughts." Mrs. Malfoy's tone was full of hatred, "You know, my husband and I told you this from the beginning, and Malfoy will always be loyal to you. "

"'Forever' or 'No choice'?" Nietzsche mocked in a low voice.

Yes, she was right. The Malfoys had said from the beginning that they hoped to take this opportunity to rescue Draco, but it was Nietzsche who made them have this idea.

Voldemort's face darkened visibly to the naked eye. The most unbearable thing for him was that he was like a cow being led by the nose, and a python dropped to the ground, neighing horribly towards Nietzsche.

At this time, Nietzsche saw the other party's inadvertent little move: Voldemort covered the snake's head with his left hand.