Greenhouse No. 7.

Professor Sprout gave Neville a hasty instruction, and she picked up her bag which she had left in the corner of the greenhouse and rushed out as well.

Only a group of bewildered students were left.

Neville and Ron looked at each other.

They didn't know much about these things, but the white frost and snow...

Harry mentioned that it was a celestial phenomenon caused by the appearance of the Wild Hunt.

"Parvati." Ron stood on tiptoe and glanced at the girls. "You and the Hufflepuff prefects will organize the records in the greenhouse."

Neville was already walking hurriedly out of the greenhouse.

Parvati frowned: "You want to go out?"

The Hufflepuff prefect stood up and said, "Weasley, not only you Gryffindors can be heroes, we can too..."

Ron shook his head and waved his hand to interrupt him: "No, we are not going to help the professors."

"You shouldn't have such thoughts either."

"Professor Dumbledore has been in the castle, and the professors have gone over now. There is nothing they can't handle now."

"Neville and I are going to the castle."

The Hufflepuff prefect wanted to say something more.

Ron said softly: "This is the safest place. In this situation, ensuring your own safety is the best thing for the professors."

The Hufflepuff prefect shook his head. "Just let Miss Parvati stay in the greenhouse."

"We still have many students in the castle."

"Especially the little wizard."

The fifth and seventh grade students were not too worried. After all, they were very experienced. The fifth grade wizards were attacked by basilisks as soon as they entered school, and the second graders were attacked by Dementors. They knew what to do at such times.

But students in the fourth grade and below do not have much experience, and the younger they are, the more difficult it is for them to make clear judgments at times like this.

They need prefects.

Ron nodded: "Of course, you are right."

Neville was already out.

The two Hufflepuff prefects and Ron followed closely in his footsteps.

Parvati pulled out her wand and took a deep breath.

Hogwarts is in danger again.

On the Black Lake.

Dumbledore and Voldemort briefly confronted each other, spells coming and going, and both of them had heavy looks on their faces.

"Tom, it seems that you are not very good at handling your new body." Dumbledore said lightly, but the hand holding the wand was shaking slightly.

Fighting Voldemort, who at this moment had been resurrected by the Hoarfrost and was absorbing a large amount of Hogwarts' magic, was a considerable burden for him.

Just dealing with the white frost was enough to give him a headache.

Can……

Voldemort relied not only on the frost, but also on the new magic built around it.

The only good news.

It seemed like he had just been resurrected, and this body was not of flesh and blood. Voldemort could not adapt well to it, and when he was casting some magic, it was easy for there to be lags, very slight, less than a second. According to the little wizards in Hogwarts who were fond of photography, it was a momentary frame freeze.

In a showdown between the most powerful wizards, this insignificant lag is too deadly.

This good news is not as good as it seems.

Dumbledore's face was uncontrollably heavy.

If it was Harry fighting himself.

If this kind of unfortunate jam had happened to me, I would probably have chopped off my head and used it as a Quaffle.

But even so, all he could do at this moment was to barely resist Voldemort.

The magic power in him is endless.

I am indeed old.

If I continue to consume my energy and wait until he gets familiar with his body, I'm afraid I won't be his match.

Voldemort's face also looked heavy.

Things did not turn out as he had imagined.

With his powerful strength, enormous magic power, wisdom and ability, he should have absolutely crushed Dumbledore.

But why...

He can still resist himself now.

"But it's enough to deal with an old man like you." Voldemort raised his hand again and lightly tapped it, and white frost condensed.

In the wind and snow.

A tabby cat jumped out from behind a pile of snow, landed lightly on the ground, and turned into a woman.

It was Minerva McGonagall.

Her human body was too old and could not keep up with the cat's body when it came to traveling.

"Tom Riddle?" McGonagall looked up at the man floating in the sky and said hesitantly, "He's resurrected again?"

Dumbledore raised his wand and used the Vanishing Spell to counter the frost summoned by Voldemort.

McGonagall raised her wand as well.

As the most famous Transfiguration master of this century, her Transfiguration spells have always been outstanding. Ice cubes and driftwood have turned into catapults. With a flick of her wand, huge rocks are in place and smash towards Voldemort with a bang.

Professor Sprout was the second to arrive.

The greenhouse is closest to Black Lake.

She took a handful of seeds from her pocket and scattered them on the ice. There was no soil or fertilizer, but these deadly and dangerous plants grew instantly, full of vitality, waving their whips and striking towards Voldemort.

Hagrid came too.

He was a little unconvinced about the thickness of the ice, so he pulled out a tree as thick as his arm from the shore and threw it towards the person in the sky like a javelin, which broke through the air with a whoosh.

"Ordinary magic has no effect on me." Voldemort said softly and waved his hand.

Hoarfrost poured out.

Hundreds of branches were frozen in the air in an instant. As magical plants with stronger vitality, they resisted but to no avail.

The end is coming.

They didn't even reach Voldemort's feet.

Compared to Sprout, McGonagall and Hagrid's attacks, they still had some effect. After being frozen by the white frost, the inertia caused the stones and trees to still fly towards Voldemort.

but……

Under the extremely cold temperature, the energy inside them was completely absorbed by the white frost. With just a slight gust of wind and wave, they were crushed into powder and fell down.

Mag and Sprout looked at him in fear.

Back again.

Voldemort became more powerful.

Before this, Voldemort would never have been able to eliminate their attacks so easily.

Voldemort was about to open his mouth to mock, but his eyes glanced at Dumbledore and his expression changed.

Dumbledore took the opportunity to cast a spell.

Instead, he called out his patron saint.

When he looked over, Dumbledore had just finished saying something to the silver phoenix, causing it to flap its wings and fly away, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Voldemort does not know the Patronus Charm.

But it didn't stop him from understanding the spell. Dumbledore was conveying a message.

What news?

To whom?

Especially at this time...

A name came to his mind: "Harry Potter".

He is not afraid of Dumbledore, even if these professors from Hogwarts are added, he is not afraid, but if there is another Potter.

Voldemort frowned.

When he had not yet fully mastered his body and the huge magic power within it, facing Potter and Dumbledore's joint efforts was not a good choice.

He pointed.

The white frost gathered into a ball and flew rapidly towards the castle.