Unexpectedly, the fleet's losses flashed with joy flashed across Hermione's face. She had never fought with Voldemort before, but now her confidence in successfully resisting Voldemort increased greatly. Although she realized that her strength was stronger than the original prediction, she did not relax. She stabilized her temperament and continued to subsidize the defense for the magic shield, and repaired the damage without relaxation.

Penelo noticed the losses on the ship, but the result of the lack of losses made her annoyed, but she consciously accepted that she easily turned the staff in her hand. Looking at the Dark King in front of her, she deliberately mocked: "Even the interaction of the little witch just graduated, I can't break the Dark King's strength? No wonder the Gunter family is extinct..."

"How dare you...How dare you..." Bellatrix screamed incoherently, and the green spell emerged from the tip of the staff again, "I'm going to kill you...the dirty bastard!"

This indeed severely hit the morale of the Death Eaters. They have all confirmed that their master is unbeatable to Alan Harris, but now the savior's opponent is the master of the master, a god, and there is no way to come here. This makes the dark wizards who thought they had the highest level of combat power in this area start to fear and start to worry about how they should win if the other party is so powerful...

"It's so shameful. As pure blood, he likes two dirty mud breeds... so much that he loves them..." Voldemort's hideous face was a little bit gritted, and his mummy-like fake hand clenched into a fist, making his original ghostly magic robe composed of seven dark greens flutter. This old clothes looked almost the same after he became a lich and stayed in the underworld. (Author's note: In the movie, Voldemort's robe was seven colors when he was resurrected, but every time he eliminated a Horcrux, he would lose one green.)

The former Dark King is very annoyed now. After being transformed into a dead soul by the God of Death Haierbo, he consciously strengthened his strength. Even though he knew that he was still not an opponent of Alan Harris, he had also regained his confidence in his strength. He believed that no one in the wizards in today's world can be called his opponent except Alan.

But reality hit Voldemort again. He found that even the witches around Harris had become so powerful that they could resist his spells, and obviously they had learned some of Harris' tricks...

Inevitably, the bloodthirsty jealous devoured Voldemort.

"These two mud breeds are very good. They easily get the knowledge that I can't get from these orphanages..."

Just as he was about to finish, a continuous red blood vessel-like ray suddenly released from the pupils of Voldemort's Vic's Eye, rushed forward with his unwillingness, and directly hit the hemispherical magic shield in front, as if a huge rock hit the glass. The magic shield, which was originally reinforced very strong, was instantly cracked and then shattered, turning into invisible energy and sucked into the red ray.

Although this spell did not cause more damage, it seemed like a signal. The rain-intensive spells mixed with axes and javelins were thrown to Hermione and Penelo in the air. However, the Death Eaters' spells hit them with weapons from the Death Knights, but after all, they were much worse than the rising and falling Demons. In the end, they were blocked by Hermione's barriers and other barriers, and they flew away.

Even at this panic rhythm, Hermione still maintained the standard spell casting movements in textbooks, but her hair wet with sweat on her forehead revealed that she was not at ease at this time.

Penelo also put away his relaxed expression before, spit out a large piece of silver thread and tied it into a net to cover it, hoping to use this to restrain some of the Death Eaters' actions.

Pansy and Drogon could still expel dragon breath to attack, but for Hermione and Penelo, before the floating ship behind came up, they faced the fierce attack of concentrated firepower alone, and could only continue to use magic to barely resist, and could not cause greater damage to the other party.

Seeing that the other party's arrogance was knocked down, Rudolfs smiled and cast a flame of raging fire. The flames jumped in his pupils. He shouted at his subordinates: "Use the sharp fire, the flame of raging fire...burn them, burn them to death!"

Bellatrix's gray cheeks were deep, looking haggard and skinny, but he was filled with excitement and a fanatical look, and he raised his head wildly and laughed. She wanted to use this to cover up the panic she had caused after she discovered that her master's magic was blocked.

Voldemort flashed to the side of the Death Knight William with a nose-protecting helmet, and hissed in a cold tone: "Duke of Muggle, the form is very obvious... It is wise to choose between wizards and wizards. Are you willing to exchange directions for attack with me now?"

There was no lack of sarcasm in the Dark King's words. He looked at the leader of the Dead Knight in a calm manner. As for the situation just now, without the help of the wizards, these Dead Knights obviously did not have so many ways to deal with wizards like Penelo Crivat and Hermione Granger and their fire dragon attacks.

"The facts once again prove that Lord Dark Lord is extremely wise. When he found out that there was no Harris there, he immediately took us here. Duke of Muggle, and let us go here." Rapastein echoed excitedly.

Voldemort, who had been divided into two teams to deal with these living people, appeared here at this moment because they had previously discovered that there were no Harris in the area they were responsible for.

Later, after learning from the information that Harris and the others were gathered in the area under which the Death Knight William was attacking, they received the order to strengthen the offensive force. The Dark King immediately teleported over to exchange for the area under which William and the others were responsible for the attack. As a result, they happened to attack the wizards' floating ship fleet and help the Dead Knights to display their defense.

"You don't need you, we're not defeating!"

I felt that because I had made the promise that Haikou had not achieved it and was insulted by the other party, the anger made Haral's eyes beat actively with two red lights shining in his eyes.

As soon as the former Viking King Haral finished speaking, the other two death knight commanders turned around tacitly and shouted loudly to call their Death Knights' subordinates to reorganize. The death knights immediately stopped throwing weapons, arranged in an orderly manner, holding their weapons in their hands, and without emotion, they were wearing iron armor, giving people an unrivaled sense of solemnity.
Chapter completed!