HP: White Lord of Slytherin

Chapter 315 Safe Arrival

Moody, who had escaped the danger, chased back and was entangled by several Death Eaters who had joined.

Voldemort turned around and was about to leave. Gloria caught up with him on her broom, "Riddle!"

"Kill her!" Voldemort screamed angrily.

The Death Eaters all surrounded them, and Gloria, holding the wand in her hand, immediately knocked a Death Eater away.

When he looked forward again, Voldemort was no longer there.

As the wand shook in a circle, a poisonous snake appeared on the bodies of the Death Eaters chasing them.

"what!"

One after another, the Death Eaters fell off their brooms because of the poisonous snakes, and Moody finally caught up with her, panting.

"Dumbledore is right. You are very powerful."

Moody, who already looked a little nervous, had his hair a mess after a long fight. His magic eyes kept moving around, checking to see if there was anyone who had escaped.

"Now that everyone has left, shall we continue as planned to go to a safe place?" she asked.

"Go." Moody was still catching his breath. "It's too late to chase them with a broom now. Let's see if they can survive."

Without the Death Eaters chasing them, they moved much faster.

The entanglement on the road took a lot of time, but fortunately the second half of the journey was smooth enough, but they were still late, and the portkey had already been teleported to the Burrow.

Gloria asked, "Are there any other Portkeys?"

Moody raised his head and took a sip of wine to relieve his tension, "No, we have to find a way to get there."

Watching him drinking, Gloria thought of Little Barty, "Go ride on a broom?"

"Apparate first, then ride in on your broom."

Gloria grabbed the Firebolt, put her left hand on Moody's shoulder, and disappeared in a snap.

After several transfers, he finally got on the broom and continued on his journey.

"You call me Mad-Eye like everyone else. Mr. Moody, that name is really uncomfortable to hear."

"Okay," Gloria said, "Mad-Eye."

Moody smiled and said, "Actually, I was prepared to sacrifice myself this time, but I didn't expect your strength to be beyond my expectations."

"Of course you have to survive as a member as powerful as you." She said, "Harry will face many dangerous situations in the future. To be honest, if Hogwarts can still open, are you willing to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?"

As one of the school directors, she has the responsibility to pay attention to the applications for professors of various courses.

Thinking of the year he was imprisoned, Moody quickly shook his head, "I'm not going! The Order of the Phoenix needs me more."

Gloria didn't force it, but was thinking about who she could invite.

As the effect of the medicine wore off, she returned to her original state.

As soon as he landed and passed the defenses of the Burrow, he was pointed at by two wands.

Mr. Weasley pointed at Moody and asked, "In the summer of 1994, Dumbledore and I visited you together, hoping that you would teach at Hogwarts. What did Dumbledore say that made you agree?"

"Harry is in danger and he needs help."

Mr. Weasley lowered his wand. "It's him."

Gloria looked at Mr. Weasley and Bill in front of her and asked, "Where are Sirius and the others?"

Bill pointed to the house behind him and said, "Everyone is in the house. Sirius is seriously injured and is still receiving treatment. You are the last group to come back. They all thought..."

She quickly ran to the house and saw a group of people gathered around two sofas.

"Mad-Eye and Gloria are back!" Bill shouted from behind.

Tonks ran over and hugged her, tears streaming down her face. "I thought..."

When they came back, Bill told Fleur that she saw Voldemort catch up with Mad-Eye and Gloria, and her heart was in her throat. She saw several groups of people coming back, but there was no movement from these two people, and she was afraid of hearing bad news.

Gloria patted her shoulder and looked at the sofa.

George lost his left ear, with a big hole in it, and the bleeding should have just stopped.

Sirius looked very bad, but when he saw that Gloria was safe, he gave a weak smile.

"What's going on?" she asked.

"Snape cut off his ear," said Lupin. "He lost a lot of blood."

The constant bleeding should be the effect of Shenfeng Wuying.

"Sirius was attacked many times. I confiscated Stan Shunpike's wand. Voldemort chased me and the Killing Curse was about to hit me. Sirius wanted to help me block it..."

Harry couldn't get on with it.

Sirius pulled out a small snake from his robe. It was Apophis. "Thanks to him."

"I'm in so much pain. You must give me ten magic gems." Apophis hissed, "That person is here. I can't attack. I can only block the killing curse."

"Of course you can, but you have to eat them in batches." Gloria took it, "Remember to hide it so that Golinia and Jörmungandr don't steal it."

No one except Harry knew what she was talking to the snake.

"The ear can't be restored, can it?" she asked Mrs. Weasley.

Molly wiped her tears and said, "Yes, but at least I can save my life."

Gloria brought out Jörmungandr, "He can eat up the remaining magic power of the black magic, and then George will be able to grow ears again."

Jörmungandr bit the edge of the wound and then quickly let go.

She made way, "Okay, you can start treatment now."

Molly was still in shock, and only came to her son after confirming what was going on. Mr. Weasley handed her the potion that he had prepared in advance.

Gloria grabbed Harry and walked outside, "Voldemort has Slytherin blood, Apophis can't deal with him, how did you get rid of him?"

"Sirius was knocked unconscious and the motorcycle was falling. I had no idea where Voldemort was, but my wand turned around on its own and pointed at him. I don't know what spell it was, but I saw a golden flame." As Harry said this, he felt a burning pain on the scar on his forehead.

"He should change his wand. After all, he is very familiar with the reaction between your wands during the Triwizard Tournament, unless..."

Unless the same thing happens after changing the wand, both wands choose their own masters. Harry's wand should have remembered Voldemort's magic and would be able to recognize it even if he changed the wand.

"I don't understand either." Harry felt his scar becoming more and more painful, and suspected that Voldemort's loss of control had affected him.

"Harry?" Gloria noticed that something was wrong with him. "Is your scar starting to hurt?"

Harry nodded, covering his lightning scar, completely speechless.

Suddenly the pain reached its peak and he closed his eyes and fell to the ground.

Gloria lent him her leg to lean on while she waited for him to get through the pain.

After a while he no longer felt so much pain and his body stopped twitching.

"Are you feeling better?" she asked.

It seemed like it took Harry a while to hear her voice, "Better, except that I saw Voldemort was angry. He changed his wand to use against me, but there was still some connection... I saw him torturing someone, and the old man spoke awkward English, like he was a foreigner."

"If he didn't catch Mr. Ollivander, he would catch wizards who make wands abroad." Gloria said, "Fortunately, your wand knows Voldemort, so changing your wand is useless."

Harry asked, "Will the wand automatically help me when I fight him in the future?"

"That's until he finds a solution." Gloria said, "You shouldn't have to face him personally hunting you down during this period."