Raise your head.

He stared blankly at the tall man who was parked in front of her.

For a moment.

The hardships I have suffered in more than a year.

In the past half a month in Azkaban, the soul and body suffered pain and torture.

The mixed emotions poured into the heart.

Tears slid down on the cheeks.

Perhaps it has gone through twists and turns.

Perhaps it is a mature heart, and it is no longer the sensitive and simple girl he used to be.

Hermione took a deep breath.

He reached out to wipe away the tears from his face, pursed his lips, seemed to want to cry, but he smiled inexplicably, and said, "Harry...is it okay?"

“He’s very good.”

Cole takes out the Vandal Shotgun.

Motion to her hide beside the wall.

Click.

boom--

The roaring fire snake at the muzzle violently smashed the metal door lock that specifically imprisoned wizards.

Kick open the iron door.

Wave the long sword and cut off the shackles tied to the witch's ankle.

The two looked at each other.

The young witch was originally dark, lost her glorious eyes and regained her hopeful spirit.

He crashed into Cole's arms, hugged him tightly, closed his eyes, shook his head slightly, and his voice brought the unique pain and sorrow of a person after experiencing life and death, and said, "Too many people have left us, Professor.

Over the years...you...

There is no doubt.

Although Cole only served as a professor of Dark Magic Defense at Hogwarts for one year, for Harry and Hermione, their relationship was far closer than ordinary professors...or in other words, the appearance and existence of the Death Eater Hunter is more like the godfather and mentor on their life path.

He gently patted the witch's back and comforted him, "It's okay."

Breaking open another iron door.

Picking up unconscious Ron.

He told Hermione, "Harry and the Order of the Phoenix, please pick you up at Sirius's old house and grab my arm."

As he spoke, he took out the evil portal.

In Hermione's puzzled gaze, she said coldly, "Take us to the place to pick us up."

Afterwards.

The trembling voice of the evil elf sounded.

"This place is so stinking... Uh, I mean, obey, my master."

After the distortion of space.

The elves ignored Azkaban's rule that the phantom was forbidden to move, and took them back to Sirius's old house.

After landing.

There is no time to reminisce about the past, and a touching reunion scene will be staged.

Bill Weasley took his brother from Cole's arms, nodded slightly, activated the phantom to move, and disappeared from the spot.

Mrs. Weasley grabbed Hermione and left the dangerous place that was about to be raided without waiting for her to speak.

Harry looked back at the clearing where everyone had disappeared one after another and said, "Professor, aren't you leaving with us?"

“I still have some things to deal with in Azkaban.”

"You mean the Dementor?"

Cole said coldly, "Those monsters created by black magic should not appear in our world."

The words fell.

A twisted space sucked his body and disappeared in front of Harry.

The island where Azkaban is located.

The violent wind created by magic has caused huge waves.

Under the rolling dark clouds.

The dementors who were slaughtered made a painful scream.

but.

These revenge creatures, before they could seek revenge from the humans who slaughtered them, Cole once again came to them.

Faced with the Purgatory Trench Coat Punishment Hellfire.

Any dementor who attempts to approach makes a shrill scream, fleeing from the flames that emit terrible scorching power.

Cole stood there.

Ignoring the evil monsters flying all over the sky, making the entire wizard world look terrified.

Frown, lit a cigarette on his own.

look up.

Exhale the turbid smoke and dust.

In his eyes, the dementors who could not approach were gathered together, like evil black vortexes, entrenched above his head, unwilling to dissipate.

It was already noon.

Cole originally planned to waste some time and deal with these dark forces' minions.

but.

Since they like to get together like flies...

Lift the gun.

The black muzzle pointed directly at the dark sky with dark clouds.

In the strong wind.

The windbreaker swings.

Cigarettes flicker and darker.

Turn on God-Eater mode.

On the thick and long silver barrel, mysterious patterns and secret carvings emit a faint silver light and the holy power of heaven.

The hammer gradually turned red.

The twisted heat wave rises.

This terrifying power that is enough to kill Archangels and Satan is projected onto the material world and turns into a ring of air waves that surround the heart.

It was also at this moment.

A group of daily journalists who smelled bloody smells got first-hand news from somewhere.

They rode brooms and appeared on the surging sea where Azkaban could be seen from a distance.

I saw the vision of Azkaban in the distance.

They picked up their cameras one after another and tried to record first-hand news.

Afterwards.

Under their horrified and incredible eyes.

Silent roar.

The sound of overwhelming waves and storms.

It turns into a surging wave of air, surging and spreading outward.

Deafening gunshots.

It's like rolling thunder.

A terrifying flame that was like a disaster of destruction, tearing down all the evil creatures along the way and soared into the sky!

even.
To be continued...