Witcher at Hogwarts

"Damn it! Stop him! Damn it!" Bella shouted hysterically. Bella was missing one hand, and because she was in the ceremony, she couldn't move her voice at all.

Only then did the Death Eaters react, pulling out their wands and preparing to fight back.

Sirius Black grabbed Umbridge by the collar and pushed her hard towards the cauldron in order to distract the Death Eaters.

Umbridge screamed and rushed towards the cauldron. Several Death Eaters were distracted and tried to prevent Umbridge from knocking over the cauldron.

Their obstruction had an effect, and at the last moment, someone grabbed Umbridge by the collar.

But even so, some of the liquid in the pot still splashed on Umbridge's face.

Umbridge immediately let out a miserable howl, covering her face and rolling on the ground.

Several dark wizards also shot spells at Sirius Black because Harry was next to Sirius Black.

None of the Death Eaters dared to use deadly spells for fear of accidentally injuring Harry.

At this time, Sirius Black had no regard for his own life.

He endured a few curses and let out a few groans of pain. Blood splattered on his back, but Sirius Black still quickly grabbed Neville's hand.

Then, in full view of the Death Eaters, Sirius Black took Harry and Neville and teleported the three of them out.

"Damn! Damn! What to do! Go after him! Go to Hogwarts! Otherwise we all have to die! That old man Dumbledore should have no strength to fight back!" Bella yelled hysterically.

Several Death Eaters quickly disappeared. It was obvious that they had found an entrance to Hogwarts.

They didn't expect at this time that there was another person hiding here.

"What should we do?" Bella said with a trembling voice as she looked at the large pot of Voldemort's soup in front of her.

In Bella's consciousness, she did not expect this to happen.

"How about I add some ingredients!" A strange voice suddenly sounded in Bella's ears.

Then a smoking silver ball suddenly emerged from the thorn. Nagini seemed to feel the terrifying nature of this silver ball. He jumped up and tried to bounce the ball away with his body. Unfortunately, it failed. The ball was still thrown into the pot, making a splash.

Ethan has recently made some modifications to the anti-magic metal bomb, such as adding alchemical white phosphorus and doubled gunpowder and metal dust.

This is equivalent to increasing the power of the anti-magic metal bomb several times.

Although Bella followed Voldemort and fought many vicious battles, the scene in front of her was indeed the most terrifying scene Bella had ever seen in her life.

Wave after wave of pale flames, accompanied by seemingly beautiful silver smoke, emerged from the cauldron.

At the same time, her master in the pot also let out a horrifying scream. The sound seemed to penetrate the soul, and Bella was dizzy.

Seeing that the bomb he had set had exploded, Ethan did not hesitate and used his disguise to disappear into the distance.

In order to make this bomb that might be useful at a critical moment, Ethan added three times the daily amount of materials into it.

Ethan was afraid that the violent explosion would accidentally hurt him.

White flames and silver smoke quickly swept away with destructive power.

The first one to suffer was the big snake Nagini. Bella watched helplessly as Nagini's originally thick body suddenly began to shrink and become smaller in the flames.

It became charred black, and then was blown away by the shock wave generated by the explosion.

And those fellow Death Eaters were also surrounded by white flames, and they dissipated in a matter of seconds like sand blown by the wind.

Not even the corpses were left.

As for Bella herself, Bella didn't even feel pain. Her body quickly disintegrated and disappeared under his gaze, just like the porcelain doll she accidentally broke when she was young.

Bella tried her best to tilt her head to look in the direction of the bomb. She wanted to see who the enemy who killed her was.

Unfortunately, Bella didn't see anyone, which made Bella a little regretful.

Bella's mentality suddenly became calm at this time, and she planned to welcome her impending death tightly.

Memories of a lifetime flashed through her mind, and time seemed to stand still.

No, time really stopped.

The flames seemed to be condensed in the air, looking particularly gorgeous.

Even Bella's body stopped disintegrating at this time and froze in place.

"Ah! Ah! It won't be fun if it's like this!" A male voice suddenly sounded in Bella's ears.

A man with scabies and dirty clothes, who looked like a tramp, suddenly appeared in front of Bella.

The homeless man seemed unfazed by the deadly flames and dust.

He strode towards the center of the flames and even reached into the pot to fish out something.

Soon, the tramp smiled slightly, and he seemed to have caught something.

Then, the tramp fished out a small, blackened arm from the pot, which was Voldemort's remains.

"Too bad! Tom!" the tramp shouted dissatisfied.

"I thought you could survive at least a few more rounds! I even placed a bet on you!" The homeless man fiddled with the remains in his hands.

"How did you get yourself into such a mess?" the tramp continued.

Then the tramp shook Voldemort's stump, and a gray-black and extremely broken soul was shaken out by the tramp.

"It seems you have to fulfill the agreement with me! Tom!" the tramp said happily.

"Don't call me Tom," Voldemort's broken soul said intermittently.

"You don't understand, it's so friendly!" said the homeless man.

"Then let's make a deal, I will resurrect you and make you immortal. No one can defeat you, but you must obey me absolutely!" said the tramp.

Voldemort's soul was silent for a brief moment. It was difficult for him to obey others.

But now Voldemort has no other choice, he is about to disappear.

"I have a condition, you have to resurrect her!" Voldemort said to Bella.

"This is all trivial! I'll give it to you as a gift!" the tramp said, waving his hand.

"Then, I accept the deal," Voldemort said.

"Okay!" the homeless man shouted, "I'll clean up the environment first!"

Then the tramp just snapped his fingers, and the anti-magic metal bomb produced death smoke and flames and began to shrink rapidly.

Eventually it shrank into a small ball and reached the homeless man's hand. The homeless man looked at it and threw it into his mouth.

Then there was a loud noise in the homeless man's stomach, and the homeless man squirmed and blew out a smoke ring.

"Oh my god, this thing the witcher made is really powerful," the tramp muttered, touching his belly.

"Alright! Alright!" the homeless man said to himself.

"Enough jokes! It's time for us to get down to business!" the tramp said seriously.