Chapter 564 Return of the King

Chapter 564 Return of the King

"Jafar Yahya?" Dumbledore asked softly, his face very solemn.

"Albus Dumbledore," the young man walked forward slowly, his eyes as deep as the abyss of the universe, his voice deep and full of ancient pressure, "you are the only wizard of this era who is worthy of my respect. To show my respect for you, it doesn't hurt to tell you my true identity -"

His tone was cold, but not disdainful. Instead, it was a kind of respect as if he was saluting a former powerful enemy. He raised his hand slightly, showing his silver fingertips to everyone.

"I am the terminator of the ancient Greek black magic era, known as the despicable Herpo."

Everyone suddenly took a breath of cold air.

Herbo, that is a figure from the ancient times, nearly two thousand years ago, older than Hogwarts. Two thousand years ago, imagine that era, Andros who could summon a giant-sized patron saint, Moses who could split the Red Sea by himself...

At this time, the members of the Order of the Phoenix who were originally in other rooms also ended the battle, successfully defeated the remaining Death Eaters, and brought them into this room while they were unconscious.

As soon as they came in, they felt something was wrong and immediately reacted to surround the five people, raising their wands nervously. Arthur, Bill, Molly, Digger and the others all looked solemn - even Digger, who was originally the most playful, didn't say a word, staring at the five people closely, sweat on his forehead.

They stood in a semicircle, protecting Harry and the other four students behind them.

But for some reason, even when they were pointed at by dozens of wands, the presence of those five people still made everyone feel suffocated.

It was like they were not the ones surrounding the enemy, but instead were surrounded by these five people.

Bellatrix, who was still standing aside, was selectively ignored by everyone. She stumbled to Voldemort's side and vowed to fight for her master to the death.

"I must be crazy." Sirius murmured, "This is not a normal fight at all."

Even Sirius, who is usually fearless, behaved like this, so one can imagine how nervous others were.

You know, in his heyday, Grindelwald once defeated the entire prison force responsible for escorting him by himself. Although he had the first-mover advantage of a sneak attack, it was an indisputable fact that he was outnumbered eleven at once.

To fight against five demon kings, at least fifty Aurors are needed.

(The reason why this ratio is lower is that Grindelwald has the advantage of sneak attack, and the level of Aurors varies. Elite Aurors are obviously stronger than ordinary Aurors.)
Lupin's face had turned livid. He swallowed hard before saying, "I suspect we are now in some kind of illusion. This is all too unreal..."

At this moment, a burst of hurried footsteps sounded, and Fudge and Scrimgeour rushed in from the door with more than 30 Aurors, and Fudge was followed by a Ministry of Magic employee wearing a Unspoken uniform. Seeing Voldemort's familiar and frightening face standing in the middle, Fudge froze.

"God... the mysterious man——"

"Shut up, Fudge!" Scrimgeour shouted angrily, and walked right past Fudge, drawing his wand. "Crock, you are responsible for protecting Minister Fudge - everyone else, listen up! Line up! Activate the 'Forbidden Field'!"

The man called "Crock" was none other than the Unspoken Man. His full name was Saul Crocker, and he was a partner of Broderick Bode who had died unexpectedly not long ago in the Department of Mysteries. At this moment, he saw that the Department of Mysteries had been messed up by the intruders, and he knew that the matter was of great importance, so he nodded in agreement, drew out his wand, and stood in front of Fudge.

Following an order, the Aurors activated the highest level of defense measures in the Ministry of Magic. The entire Hall of Death was suddenly shrouded in a dazzling golden magic net, completely blocking the possibility of Apparition leaving.

Under Scrimgeour's command, the Aurors quickly took positions and coordinated with the Order of the Phoenix at the other end to surround the five men.

Although Scrimgeour already knew that Voldemort would appear here today, he did not expect that he would have to face four other demon kings -

The Pirate King Barbarossa was notorious, and the Beast Priest Anubi was also a ruthless character who dominated the African wizarding world; needless to say, Morgan le Fay had personally witnessed her abilities not long ago.

Although the young wizard was unknown at the end, he was observant and noticed the deep fear that Dumbledore showed towards him. Anyone who could make Dumbledore so fearful could not be a simple character.

He can only hope now -

Shaylin Malfoy could come as soon as possible.

"Start attacking!"

More than thirty Aurors and more than twenty wizards from the Order of the Phoenix cast nearly sixty spells in an instant, rushing towards the five people in the center like a rain curtain. Flames, lightning, ice, explosions, vines, shock waves... overwhelming!
"Devil Devouring Vortex!"

Morgan Le Fay shouted softly and waved her sleeves. Several rotating black holes appeared around her, swallowing up all the magic attacks like an abyss. Every attack was distorted and absorbed the moment it touched the vortex, and even the energy fluctuations could not spread.

Barbarossa thrust his wand into the ground, and the floor cracked, as if connected to a distant ocean. Rolling seawater swept out from all directions, and a vast ocean peak as high as a city wall crashed towards the Aurors and the Order of the Phoenix!
Anubi opened his arms and howled to the sky, a wild beast roar that shook the hall. He stabbed the ground with his magic wand, and red magic spread from the ground - dozens of steel-haired beasts crawled out of the blood magic array, some like lions, some like leopards, their eyes flashing with wildness and bloodlust. They turned into afterimages that were difficult to capture with the naked eye and pounced on the crowd.

And in the center of this chaos, Dumbledore did not retreat a single step.

He raised his wand, and a beam of silver spelllight shot straight at Helbo's heart, so fast that its trajectory was almost invisible, and a faint crack was created in the space.

Haier wavered without moving, just raised his right hand and blocked it with one finger.

boom!
With a dull sound, Dumbledore's attack was deflected by the fingertips, but the finger began to emit wisps of green smoke, as if it was burnt. He lowered his eyes slightly, looked at the finger, and smiled softly.

"Not a bad attack, you are worthy of being my opponent."

He raised his head, and a hint of genuine interest finally emerged in his eyes. …

In the forbidden area, Aurors and members of the Order of the Phoenix launched a general attack, but the Five Demon Lords remained as solid as a rock.

Morgan strolled leisurely, absorbing more than 90% of the attacks with his magic-swallowing vortex. Slightly stronger wizards like Scrimgeour and Oakden were able to break through the black vortex's defenses and launch sporadic attacks at tricky angles, barely posing a slight threat.

But the real trouble was the phantom beasts that Anubi conjured up. Each of them was faster than a cheetah and more ferocious than a lion. The spells hitting their skin could only cause a burst of sparks. Soon, many wizards were injured by their claws. If it weren't for the advantage in numbers and timely rescue, I'm afraid there would have been casualties long ago.

"Quickly disperse them!" Nymphadora shouted, "Don't fight hard, find their weaknesses!"

But the weakness of these beast phantoms was never exposed. Gadwin Robards tried his best to repel the two beasts with the Explosion Curse, but he was hit on the shoulder and blood splattered on the spot.

Barbarossa's water magic was also mysterious and unpredictable. Even when Lupin, Sirius, Dedalus Diggle, Arthur, Molly, and Bill joined forces, they could only barely contain him, and they were in danger many times.

But Hailbo just stood there without moving at all.

He looked at Dumbledore in the chaotic battle, and raised the corner of his mouth: "Modern magic is too noisy."

Dumbledore took the initiative.

He raised his wand, and a long, bright whip of lightning suddenly condensed in the void, making a crackling sound. He swung the old wand hard, and the lightning whistled and brought up a gust of wind, which swept up Helbo. The lightning on the whip roared, as if it was going to burn Helbo in the center to a crisp.

Hailbo finally raised his hand in response.

"Ancient art of summoning spirits."

Eight layers of black shadows unfolded like a pitch-black night and appeared from behind him. Each layer of shadow was a reflection of his spirit, equivalent to a clone split from the shadow.

The lightning whip was caught by one of the black shadows, and the power on it was slowly absorbed by it. Finally, the black shadow and the whip disappeared at the same time.

"It seems that your magic is only enough to kill one of my spirits." Helbo said expressionlessly, "And I still have seven."

Dumbledore frowned slightly. The magic before him was something he had never heard of before. He could not determine the nature of this so-called "seance".

Voldemort watched coldly from the side, his hands tightly holding his wand, but he showed no sign of taking any action, as if he was still waiting for something.

At this time, the Order of the Phoenix and the Auror coalition had already suffered casualties. Two Aurors fell to the ground, their bodies twisted, one lost both arms, and the other fell into a deep coma. Although they had the advantage of terrain and numbers, Morgan could absorb most of the magical attacks, and Anuby could summon steel-haired behemoths endlessly. When the two joined forces, their numerical advantage could never offset them.

It was even easier for Barbarossa. The six opponents were no match for him at all. It was only a matter of time before he won.

Arthur, with a flushed face, waved his magic wand and worked together with everyone to split Barbarossa's tsunami in half, but he didn't notice the steel-maned beast approaching quietly from behind -

A silver-white lightning-like spell turned into a sharp spear with thunder, piercing through the beast's skull from outside the door and nailing it to death!
The air suddenly shook.

With its back to the light from the door, an indistinct black figure slowly emerged on the stone steps.

"Shaylin!" Hermione couldn't help but shout. Although she couldn't see clearly, the girl had been thinking about this figure day and night and was already very familiar with it.

Ginny looked at Hermione's expression thoughtfully. At that moment, she seemed to understand something. Even though she had been in love with Harry since she was a child, she couldn't help but feel a thrill towards this young man who suddenly appeared.

It's not Hermione's fault -

Which girl has not fantasized about being rescued by a heroic prince? And that young man from the Malfoy family always appears at the critical moment by coincidence.

Hearing Hermione's emotional call, even Ron no longer felt jealous this time. For the first time, he clearly felt the gap between himself and Shaylin. It must be said that the rich second generation of the Malfoy family can indeed bring people an indescribable sense of security.

A young man wearing the robe of the Supreme Wizard walked in slowly, his noble and calm temperament made him look like a king returning.

His eyebrows were as calm as a knife, and his aura was as gentle as the moonlight in the dark night, calming everyone's uneasy hearts instantly. His eyes reflected the entire battle situation, but there was no panic on his face, only indifference and calculation.

Bellatrix was the only Death Eater left, which was expected. However, with Dumbledore already showing up, two Aurors were seriously injured, which was something he had not expected.

The enemy's strength was much greater than he expected.

"You're finally here..." Voldemort's eyes moved slightly, and he whispered to himself, with a complex look flashing in his eyes.

Behind Xie Ling, four figures followed in.

Daphne Greengrass, Qiu Zhang, Murray McDougal, Susan Bones; there is no trace of student immaturity in them anymore, only calmness about the battlefield and belief in victory.

Harry pursed his lips tightly and glanced at Zhang Qiu who was following behind Xie Lin. His deep eyes flashed with a light that no one knew about.

"Sixty people can't beat five... This is really a bit troublesome." Xie Lin said lightly.