Chapter 1348 No more pretending
Hagrid had just been pulled by an irresistible force, and before he could figure out what was happening, Hagrid had already lost his balance and fell to the ground.
“Fainted to the ground!”
Two red curses suddenly flew over, and the Death Eater who struggled to get up from the ground was knocked down again.
Sirius and Lupine exchanged glances quickly, and quickly stepped forward to finish off the Death Eaters who were teleported by the portkey with Hagrid to ensure that they would not become a problem in a short time.
“Hagrid, are you okay?”
Hermione was about to step forward and give Hagrid a hug, but was stopped when Harry reached out and grabbed his arm.
"It's all my fault. If I had listened to Albert and left Hogwarts, Grawp wouldn't have died. It's all my fault."
At this moment, Hagrid could no longer listen to any words. He was overwhelmed by deep self-blame and guilt, and his cheeks were soaked with tears.
Grawp's death broke Hagrid's heart.
Regret completely engulfed him.
“It’s not your fault, Hagrid.”
Looking at Hagrid's appearance, Harry knew he had to do something.
"It was all the Death Eaters' fault, they killed Grawp."
"Yes, they are all Death Eaters. They are all Death Eaters' fault. They killed poor Grawp. They all deserve to die, and all Death Eaters deserve to die!"
Hagrid's eyes suddenly fell on the two Death Eaters who had been knocked unconscious by Sirius and Lupine. His eyes were gradually filled with rage and hatred. He didn't even care about the shackles in his hands, and looked towards the unconscious like a crazy beast. The dead Death Eater pounced.
At that moment, Hagrid was like a bloodthirsty giant, raising his fists that were bigger than dishes, and greeted the two Death Eaters. After a hearty beating, not only the Death Eaters' faces were twisted, but their heads were also distorted. It was so flat that even the chest collapsed inwards.
The whole person was beaten to a **** pulp, and he probably wouldn't survive.
“That’s enough Hagrid!”
“Oh my God! Someone stop him quickly.”
“Knock him out quickly and take him away,” Kingsley said.
"Let Hagrid vent for a while." Sirius shook his head and said, "His brother is dead and he needs to vent."
“It’s so bloody, I’m a little afraid that Hagrid will lose control.”
Lupine looked at the Death Eater whose bones had been violently broken and whose head was torn off, and he had already raised his wand and pointed it at Hagrid.
"Let's bring down Hagrid first. We can wait until we return to the Order of the Phoenix headquarters to talk about anything else." Harry called on other members of the Order of the Phoenix to use the coma spell to bring down Hagrid.
After being reminded by Harry, everyone recovered from the shock and used the stun spell to knock out Hagrid, who had giant blood, and then forcibly dragged Hagrid away through Apparition.
Having just escaped from Voldemort's nose, it was obviously unwise for them to stay here. No one could guarantee how long Albert could hold Voldemort back, or whether that guy would bring someone to chase him.
No, Voldemort would definitely do that.
Harry was right to be concerned.
Not long after, Voldemort followed him with his Death Eaters.
Looking at the two Death Eaters who were brutally killed by the giant, everyone's faces were extremely ugly. They knew that the plan had failed.
…
“How was it, was it successful?”
"Quiet!"
After Albert suppressed all the noise, he loudly announced to everyone, "Hagrid has successfully escaped, right under the nose of the mysterious man."
A louder cheer suddenly sounded, almost lifting the ceiling of the house.
People are celebrating this great victory.
They were convinced that this punch would definitely beat Voldemort, the Death Eaters and the Ministry of Magic to a pulp and destroy their prestige.
When people no longer fear Death Eaters, some people will bravely stand up and resist.
“I’m going to talk about something more important now.”
"What's up."
"The mysterious man and the Death Eaters are probably going to start causing panic on a large scale again." Albert looked at everyone and warned, "We need to remain silent during the next period of time. Even Hogwarts must stop, lest Targeted by Death Eaters."
After warning everyone, Albert asked Fred to contact the Order of the Phoenix to determine whether Hagrid had successfully escaped. He himself planned to go back to rest first and visit Hagrid at the Order of the Phoenix headquarters tomorrow.
He has worked hard all day and needs a good rest.
“It seems the plan was successful.”
Isobel kissed Albert's cheek and said, "However, you don't seem to be in a hurry to harvest the spoils."
"Some things can't be rushed, and we need to let things continue to ferment for a while." Albert said meaningfully, "This time, the mysterious man's face has been thrown to the ground and trampled on, and he will definitely take revenge on everything related to us. I hope those people from the Order of the Phoenix don’t lose their lives because of this.”
"Do you think anyone will die from this?" Isobel smiled and put her arms around Albert's neck and asked, "If a few more people die, the people in the Order of the Phoenix will probably be willing to listen to your command."
"I reminded them." Albert said softly, "To completely correct it, it usually requires painful experience and lessons. I hope this lesson will allow Hagrid to grow up quickly."
“This price is really heavy.” Isobel murmured.
“Yes, it hurts my heart, but he brought it upon himself, and I didn’t even have time to help him.”
After Albert glanced at the contents of the communication bookmark, he fell directly on the bed. He needed to rest.
The arrangements made by the Order of the Phoenix last night were far from enough.
Isobel pulled up the sheets for Albert, leaned over and kissed his cheek, muttering to herself: "A lot of people will probably die now."
“This is war, and war always kills people. As long as the people you don’t care about die, you can accept everything.” Albert murmured.
He is right.
The furious Voldemort, after failing to stop Harry Potter, turned several suspicious guys under the execution platform into targets for his venting.
After the dazzling forest green light suddenly lit up, Voldemort no longer deliberately concealed himself.
He appeared in front of everyone without scruples and killed a few unlucky ones with his own hands.
This naked and unscrupulous approach is simply announcing to everyone that Britain is now controlled by Voldemort.
It was not that Voldemort wanted to do that, but that he had to do that.
Albert’s punch was really too harsh.
Whether it is the Ministry of Magic, the Death Eaters, or You-Know-Who, they have all become a laughing stock, and their carefully prepared plans have become a joke.
The originally unreliable rule was directly shaken.
It is no longer possible to continue to maintain it.
This resulted in Voldemort having to tear up the last bit of his skin and personally let everyone clearly recall the death and fear that Voldemort had brought.
(End of this chapter)