Half squatting by the cliff above, Wang Xu held Barrett and began to call the names one by one.
Basically, whoever you hit will die. The mage shield that can withstand AK47 bullets is as thin as a piece of paper in front of the large-caliber Barrett.
"Hey!" Wang Xu was feeling happy when he suddenly noticed a noise behind him.
Looking back, there was a man hiding behind a stone standing seven or eight meters away, looking at him furtively.
This man has small eyes, dull hair, and a slight baldness on the top of his head.
The most striking thing is that he has a face that looks like a mouse, and with that pointed nose, he looks like a rat spirit.
"Peter Pettigrew!" Wang Xu put down the Barrett in his hand, waved his hand, and a shotgun appeared in his hand.
Peter realized that Wang Xu had seen him, and panicked and wanted to take out his wand.
But before he could take it out, Wang Xu raised his gun and sneered: "Go to hell!"
Bang!!
The shotgun roared, and a large amount of shrapnel swept in like a rainstorm.
Peter only had time to scream, and he flew backwards. Wang Xu walked up with a shotgun and took a look, and found that Peter, who had not even used the armor spell, was beaten to a bloody pulp, but he did not die immediately.
"What a fate!" Wang Xu held the shotgun in one hand and pointed the muzzle at his head.
Peter's body was beaten to pieces, and he was coughing up blood while looking at him with pleading eyes.
After tilting his head and thinking for a while, Wang Xu put away the shotgun. Peter was the culprit responsible for the death of James Potter. It might be more useful to hand this man over to Dumbledore than to kill him.
Finding the muscle-building water from the ring, Wang Xu crushed the bottle with his hands and poured the muscle-building water on Peter.
Peter was injured by a shotgun, and the shrapnel from the shotgun was still on his body. Wang Xu didn't clean the wound for him, so he used myogenic water. The wound healed, but unfortunately the shrapnel was still inside, and Peter screamed in pain.
Continuously.
Wang Xu didn't care. The fact that Peter could survive from his hands was a result of several lifetimes of cultivation. This pain was nothing compared to life.
He used a bottle of myogenic water to stop the bleeding, and Wang Xu used another bottle of blood-tonifying water, which saved Peter from bleeding to death.
After taking two measures in succession, Peter's face looked much better. He grinned at Wang Xu, quickly shrank into a palm-sized mouse, and was about to slip away from him.
"Can you leave?" Wang Xu stepped out and stepped on the mouse's tail.
Peter is an Animagus, a wizard who can shape-shift. Wang Xu has known this for a long time.
He could turn into a mouse and slip away from Blake's hands, but that didn't mean he could do it in Wang Xu's hands. You must know that Wang Xu started out in martial arts, and his agility was not something that a wizard could match.
Holding the mouse's tail with his hand, Wang Xu took out the box containing the sniper rifle and shut Peter into the box.
After doing all this, he returned to the sniper position again, intending to continue the turkey shooting game to the end.
"Bang, bang, bang"
Holding a sniper rifle in his hand, six to seven hundred meters apart, Wang Xu began to call the names one by one.
He had killed a total of four people before, accounting for one-eighth of the Death Eaters. After three shots, the death toll rose to seven, and one-fifth of the Death Eaters died under his cold gunfire.
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"Yaxley, what kind of magic is this? Many of us died?"
"Damn it, don't call me by my name, you idiot!"
"Why hasn't Lord Voldemort come yet? We won't be able to hold on any longer. If we continue like this, our entire army will be annihilated!"
There were a total of thirty-four Death Eaters present, four of them were knocked down by members of the Order of the Phoenix, plus the seven who died at the hands of Wang Xu, there were only twenty-three left in the blink of an eye.
Twenty-three Death Eaters gathered together, changing from the offensive side to the defensive side, huddled in a corner in fear.
"Albus, are we coming for reinforcements?" Mad-Eye Moody panted, one of his magic eyes twirling around.
Dumbledore raised his head slightly and whispered in a voice that could only be heard by two people: "The body was directly blown apart. Among the magic I know, there is no such cruel magic. This is more like a sniper rifle!"
"What?" Moody was an old Auror, who lived in the same era as Voldemort, and had never heard of such things as sniper rifles.
Seeing Moody's blank expression, Dumbledore did not explain too much. After all, this was not an afternoon dinner party, and he could say whatever he wanted.
"withdraw!"
Seeing that the situation was not good for them, the Death Eaters finally couldn't hold it any longer.
Death Eaters are also human beings. They follow Voldemort in order to obtain greater benefits. There are not many people who can die for Voldemort.
A Death Eater turned into black smoke and rose into the sky, fleeing in panic.
The members of the Order of the Phoenix wanted to chase, but Dumbledore stopped them and said: "There is no need to chase, our target is not them, not from the beginning."
Having said this, the members of the Order of the Phoenix lowered their heads and looked at the golden cup held by Dumbledore in his left hand.
Hufflepuff's golden cup is really a golden cup. As long as there is light, it will reflect a faint golden light and look very charming.
"Mr. Caradoc, do you want to continue?" Seeing that the Death Eaters had escaped, Dumbledore turned to look at the goblin supervisor.
Caradoc, the Goblin Master, is the person in charge of Gringotts and the highest-ranking person present.
The security guards and fairies surrounding him all looked up at him, as if waiting for his order.
"No one can take anything away from Gringotts. The golden cup must be kept!" Caradoc said, and the atmosphere at the scene became tense again.
Dumbledore, however, did not act like he was facing a formidable enemy. Instead, he smiled on his face and said, "The cup will stay!"
"professor"
Just as the members of the Order of the Phoenix were about to say something, they saw Dumbledore pull out the Sword of Gryffindor and plunge it into Hufflepuff's golden cup.
In an instant, a gap was opened in Hufflepuff's golden cup, and countless sticky, black asphalt-like things flowed out from the crack, dripping on the ground and turning into a terrifying human face. Finally, after a burst of
Disappeared without a trace in the breeze.
"Mr. Caradoc, your cup." Dumbledore smiled like a spring breeze and threw Hufflepuff's cup to Caradoc.
Five of Voldemort's seven Horcruxes have been destroyed so far. As long as the serpent Nagini and Harry's soul fragments are destroyed, Voldemort can be eliminated once and for all.
Thinking that everything was about to end, Dumbledore felt unspeakable joy and said to himself: "It's finally coming to an end, and I can do it when the time comes."
"Avada Kedavra!" Following the sudden roar, a dark green light flashed out.
Under Dumbledore's gaze, Caradoc held the golden cup in one hand and the wand in the other, and the light of the Death Curse came through the air.
puff!!
Dumbledore, who was completely defenseless, was directly hit in the chest by the Death Curse.
There was disbelief in his eyes, and under his lingering gaze, he saw Caradoc's body shape changing for a while, and finally settled into the appearance of Voldemort.
"Old guy, I sacrificed the gold cup just to deceive you. You were fooled, you were fooled, hahahahaha." Voldemort laughed and turned into black smoke rising into the sky.
Everyone was stunned by this change and watched Voldemort leave. It was not until Dumbledore's body fell to the ground that everyone hurriedly gathered around him.
"Professor?" Moody squatted on the ground and looked into Dumbledore's eyes.
Dumbledore is worthy of being the most powerful white wizard today. He took a hard blow and did not die immediately. Instead, he smiled and said: "Don't be sad for me, I'm just too tired and want to take a nap."
"
As soon as he finished speaking, Dumbledore closed his eyes and dropped his hands to the ground.
The members of the Order of the Phoenix looked at the lifeless Dumbledore with splitting eyes, and roared: "Professor!"