After understanding the reason, Bree closed her eyes.

Harry, who was still crying next to him, suddenly felt himself being lifted up and thrown out of the Black Lake. When Harry recovered, he had already appeared at the entrance of Hogwarts Castle.

And the entire Black Lake is still calm.

At the bottom of the lake, dense natural magic gathered around Buri, and directly opposite, the notes in the cracks also glowed with inspiration.

Originally, Bree wanted to include the entire Hogwarts, Forbidden Forest, and Black Lake into his own little world, but now, he has a new idea.

This idea is very dangerous, because accommodating these few places is already a sign of a small world. If there are more places, it will be difficult to control Brie, and the power of barrier protection will be lost.

But everything is worth it, just to realize this conjecture.

"By enveloping the whole world with the power of the small world, I don't have to control the world. I just need to make all the dead souls summon for me and create a possibility for my family."

"Using the power of the soul, we may be able to create a world that can resist death and survive outside the cracks."

"Buzz!"

The notes kept flashing, and the magic power spread like waves.

Outside the black lake, there were ripples, and the whole Hogwarts felt shaken.

Then, a brilliant light spread outward.

In Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall just found Harry crying and was startled by the magic, but it went away as quickly as it came.

Soon the spreading magic dissipated.

But where no one can see it, the scope of the small world is getting bigger and bigger.

"The larger the scope, the weaker the world's barriers. I hope you can persevere." Bree looked at the notes in front of her. There were already some wrinkles on them, and the dead energy also took advantage of the weakening of the barriers and began to invade continuously.

notes.

Bree could do nothing to help but wait.

If it fails, then Bree will have no way to use the small world to take the entire Hogwarts population away. He can only take away a few people who are important to him.

Or, just leave by yourself.

…

America, Dumbledore's pale face finally turned a little red.

"Are you okay, Dumbledore?" Hagrid came to Dumbledore holding the potion that had just been cooked.

"Sorry, we can't stop Gryffindor."

After losing Dumbledore's combat power, Dumbledore's army was retreating steadily in front of Gryffindor, and now it was forced to a remote coast.

"How is the personnel transportation going?"

On the other side of the ocean, in Europe, Snape took the risk to obtain the power of the curtain, which allowed Grindelwald to successfully find the curtain where Slytherin was hiding.

This made Slytherin wary, and the two sides began a tug of war on the French border.

"It's very slow. The current Muggle facilities and magical tools are not able to allow so many people to go to a safe place."

"Ahem, cough, not a Muggle, Hagrid." Dumbledore reminded Hagrid.

Hagrid scratched his head.

"Sorry, this is going to take some time to change."

"But Principal Oude said that eventually the three giants will attack Hogwarts, so many people fled England."

"Nowadays, most people hope to escape to Asia. There are Hufflepuffs and many unofficial magic schools there, and it is difficult for monsters to succeed."

Dumbledore sighed.

The situation in the world is becoming increasingly tense.

How many people can these wizards protect?

Look at those towering monsters, how many souls they are made of... Nowadays, the number of deaths cannot be counted. The only statistics that can be counted are how many cities and countries have fallen.

"Oude, if there is no improvement, no one will be able to support us anymore."

"Brother, Sirius is looking for you." Graup's voice came from outside.

Grawp walked into the room, holding a letter in his hand.

Hagrid walked out without thinking much.

Grawp handed the letter to Dumbledore.

"This is a letter from Principal McGonagall." Graup lowered his head and glanced at the table next to him. On the table, the Elder Wand was sitting quietly.

Dumbledore nodded and opened the letter.

"Poof!" A puff of black smoke came out and rushed towards Dumbledore's face.

Dumbledore hurriedly tried to summon his wand, but Grawp had already grabbed it.

Dumbledore used his magic power to remove the dark magic from his face, while Grawp just stared at Dumbledore coldly.

Looking at Merope, Dumbledore said: "Gryffindor?"

Merope smiled sinisterly, showing an expression that was very familiar to Dumbledore.

"Voldemort!"

Merope did not quarrel with Dumbledore. Even if Dumbledore was injured and had no wand hand, he could not defeat him.

Merope turned around, his hard giant body broke through the door, and fled quickly.

The wizards who reacted outside hurriedly intercepted Grawp, but Grawp completely ignored the spell and forced his way out.

At this time, a wizard riding a broom flew from the sky and shouted: "The monster is coming, the monster is coming!"

Graup couldn't catch up.

Hagrid stared blankly at Grawp who was fleeing away, and quickly shouted loudly: "Grawp, you lied to me!"

…

A new round of war began, and Graup fled to Europe.

Europe, his master is waiting for him.

After absorbing part of Harry's soul, Voldemort's soul became more stable, while Barty Jr. became weaker and weaker.

"You're going to disappear, little Barty. Are you still sticking to his weakness?"

Voldemort asked coldly.

Inside the body, little Barty's voice came.

"He trusts me, and I want to protect this trust." Little Barty's voice became weaker and weaker.

Voldemort sneered, and he cut open his heart with a dagger, revealing his beating heart.

Gradually, under a magic spell, little Barty's fragile soul floated out from his heart.

"I hope you can stick with it, Barty Jr."

With that said, Voldemort cast the Cruciatus Curse on little Barty's soul.

"Ah!" The soul is directly exposed to the Cruciatus Curse, which is definitely the cruelest method.

Voldemort was happy to see little Barty in pain.

"Buzz..." It seemed like there was a light sound in my ear.

Voldemort felt a natural magic power, which was so weak that he couldn't pursue it even if he wanted to explore it.

"Gone."
Chapter completed!