Chapter 573 Who is the Yellow Bird?

The XZ prayer wheel was blown into pieces by Xie Ling's full-strength attack, causing the demons to return empty-handed. Helbo also sent out a signal to retreat.

Upon hearing the news, Anubi swung his staff to control the severely injured mummified three-headed dragon, causing it to turn around and pounce on the Order of the Phoenix and the Auror army. The curse core in its body expanded wildly -

"boom--!"

With a deafening bang, the three-headed dragon exploded under the power of the curse. The explosion rolled up countless flames and broken bones, forcing everyone to retreat and forcibly blasting out a chaotic retreat route.

In the fire and smoke, Herbo took the lead, followed closely by Morgan, Barbarossa, Voldemort, and Kotomine. They flashed in the passage and were about to escape from the scene successfully.

But as they approached the gate—

"If you want to leave, it's not that easy!" Xie Lin's voice exploded like thunder. At this moment, he looked painful, and the hellfire on his body burned more and more fiercely, but he had no time to care about it. Instead, he suddenly jumped up and turned into a whirlwind that soared into the sky.

Looking down from above, Xie Ling raised his magic wand high, and thunder roared around him.

"Thunder and lightning!" He shouted, and a dazzling white light instantly burst out from the front of the wand -

The sound like the screaming of thousands of birds vibrated everyone's eardrums, and a thick white lightning pierced through the sky like a divine punishment, striking towards the demon kings who were fleeing in the chaos.

After countless improvements, the power, speed and range of Xie Ling's lightning spell are far beyond what he had experienced when he fought against Armand II. He has full confidence that he can stop the enemy.

Voldemort turned around suddenly, a sinister light flashed in his eyes, and a snake-like cold voice rang out: "Boy, don't think that you are the only one who has become stronger--"

Among all the demon kings, Hercule, whose half body was charred, was of course injured. Others such as Morgan, Barbarossa, Anubis, Kotomine, etc. were all injured to varying degrees, and Voldemort was undoubtedly the one in the best condition among them.

He stopped, flew up, and waved his magic wand at Xie Ling. Suddenly, a dark skull shadow appeared in the air, surrounded by purple flames. The skull was hideous and it opened its mouth to roar.

The lightning hit with a loud bang!

"boom!!!"

The entire space shook, and the skull was instantly shattered and exploded into powder by the white light, but the lightning was also corroded and turned into nothingness at the same time.

At this time, Herbo had already left through the main gate. As long as he returned to the entrance hall of the Ministry of Magic, he could Apparate and leave. Voldemort snorted coldly and was about to say something cruel -

A scene that no one expected happened.

The silent man, Sol Crocker, who had been guarding the Minister of Magic Fudge, suddenly moved. His figure suddenly turned into a gray-black shadow, and he used some kind of space-travelling method to approach the retreating Anubis in an instant.

Anubis realized something was wrong and turned around abruptly, but it was too late.

puff!

A black shadow as thin as a silk thread suddenly passed by.

The air seemed still.

Anubis's movements froze in place, his pupils contracted violently.

His entire body was cut neatly in half from shoulder to waist, blood and internal organs tumbling and splashing in the air, and his body slowly collapsed to the left and right!

"Well--"

Before anyone could even scream, the entire hall fell into dead silence.

A hazy gray light slowly rose from Anubis' body. It was the ancient Egyptian magic weapon "Ankh".

Crocker raised his hand and caught it steadily.

His expression remained indifferent, and his eyes were deep and unfathomable, as if he had anticipated all this.

Everyone present was stunned——

Voldemort was stunned, Shalling was stunned, Fudge's face turned pale, and even Dumbledore was unable to react for a moment to what had happened.

At that moment, everyone stopped what they were doing and the battlefield seemed to be still.

No one could explain why a Unspoken Man who had worked in the Ministry of Magic for many years could display such terrifying surprise attack capabilities, and why he could directly kill a demon king and steal his magic weapon.

But Crocker did not stop.

He once again transformed into a blurry grey shadow and rushed towards an ordinary stone wall in the Hall of Death without stopping.

"Stop him quickly!" An Auror reacted, shouted in shock, and tried to cast a spell to stop him.

But just as Crocker was about to hit the stone wall—

"Hey!"

The stone wall actually created a visible gray ripple, and a passage appeared like a mirror! Crocker flashed in and disappeared with a "swish".

Several Aurors followed closely behind and rushed forward, but when they touched the "entrance", they found that -

The stone wall has returned to its original state, solid and cold, with no abnormalities.

"It's a one-time space mechanism." Xie Ling narrowed his eyes, fixed his gaze on the stone wall, and whispered, "He has been prepared for it."

Voldemort was the first to react. His eyes moved between the stone wall and the fallen body of Anubis for a moment, his face looking extremely ugly. He snorted coldly, no longer wanting to fight, and his body turned into a thick black mist, passing through the air like a venomous snake, passing through the door, and disappearing in an instant.

He was the last demon lord to leave the battlefield. Morgan, Barbarossa and Kotomine had already left when Voldemort intercepted Schelling's lightning curse.

This war ended with a strange ending that no one expected.

Who is Crocker? What is the purpose of killing Anubi?
These two questions have become the lingering doubts and haze in everyone's mind.

"Xie Lin!" Daphne, Murray, Zhang Qiu and Susan shouted in unison. They didn't care about the departure of the demons or Crocker's defection, but the miserable condition of Xie Lin gripped their hearts.

"Don't worry," Xie Ling made a reassuring gesture to them, and his skin instantly softened like jelly, and then shed its skin like a snake.

The secret of Slytherin's snake language - the art of snake shedding!
Xie Ling slowly crawled out of the burning skin, his whole body covered with a sticky liquid similar to amniotic fluid. He took out his magic wand and cleaned himself, thus successfully escaping the burning of hellfire.

……

The aftershocks of the battle had not yet subsided, and the entire Death Hall was still shaking slightly. The stone walls were charred and cracked, and the air was filled with a mixture of scorched earth and blood.

Xie Lin stepped out of the ruins and looked around the battlefield solemnly. This was the most tragic confrontation in the British wizarding world since the last wizard war. However, before he could think about it, a heart-wrenching roar sounded in the wreckage.

"No!"

Led by Molly, Harry Potter returned to the scene and fell beside a collapsed stone pillar, holding the two bodies lying there tightly with his hands - Sirius Black and Remus Lupin. Their bodies were already cold, covered with curse marks and blood, and they had obviously died in their desperate resistance.

"Get up...get up..." Harry shook Sirius's shoulders frantically, tears dripping on his face, "You said you would take me home...you said..."

Hermione was crying, but she didn't know how to comfort him. Ron was horrified as he watched his friend collapse. Harry was like an out-of-control magic storm. His wand went berserk several times, emitting twisted streams of light that even shook Hermione and Ron away.

Sherin finally stepped forward, grabbed Harry's wrist, and whispered, "That's enough, Potter. You need to calm down."

"You understand nothing at all!" Harry roared, his voice hoarse, his eyes bloodshot, anger and fatigue intertwined into a distorted face.

"Just let me sleep."

A silent light flashed, and Harry's body swayed slightly. His breathing gradually became slow and deep, and the rhythm of his chest gradually stabilized. Finally, his eyelids closed completely, his head drooped slightly, and he seemed to have lost all his strength and slowly fell down.

Shaylin looked at Hermione and Ron, who looked in awe, and said softly, "Take him back to Hogwarts."

At the same time, Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge staggered out of his shelter, his cloak torn and his face pale. But when he looked at Dumbledore half-kneeling on the ground and Grindelwald who was unconscious, his eyes suddenly burst into uncontrollable anger.

"Albus Dumbledore!" Fudge said sternly, "You colluded with Grindelwald and lured wanted criminals into the Ministry of Magic's restricted area without authorization, which almost caused an irreparable disaster!"

Dumbledore stood up with difficulty, but did not speak. His magic power was almost exhausted, and he could only rely on his staff to support himself. Grindelwald had just woken up, his breath was weak, and his face was as pale as paper.

Fudge strode forward, his face gloomy, and waved his hand, saying: "Come here, arrest these two people and put them in the Wizengamot courtroom to await trial--"

"That's enough, Minister." A deep voice interrupted him.

The speaker was Rufus Scrimgeour, Head of the Auror Office.

His face was exhausted, and his torn wizard robes were covered with scars, but his tone revealed unquestionable majesty: "If it weren't for these two people, no one would be able to stop Helbo's magic just now, and the Ministry of Magic would have been reduced to a scorched earth by now."

"Are you threatening me?" Fudge stamped his feet and shouted angrily. Fudge felt a little guilty at the moment. Ever since he saw Voldemort appear in public, he knew he was in big trouble.

Over the past year, he has repeatedly and loudly declared that the rumor about Voldemort's resurrection was nonsense. Now that the truth has come to light, he knows very well that what awaits him is impeachment from the entire British wizarding community.

But no matter what, at this moment, he was still the Minister of Magic, the supreme authority in the Ministry of Magic. Scrimgeour's slightly disrespectful tone made him feel guilty and a little angry in his heart.

"Respected Minister, I believe Mr. Scrimgeour is not intimidating, but stating the facts." Another voice sounded, and Sherin slowly approached, step by step standing in front of Dumbledore and Grindelwald, "Respected Minister Fudge, so many people here have seen that Voldemort has returned. Do you want to continue to lie?"

Unlike the others who were covered in dust and dirt, Xie Ling was spotless at this moment. His previous fighting spirit had not yet dissipated, and his whole body exuded a sharp and compelling aura.

Xie Ling's fighting ability is obvious to all, and he has just saved everyone from danger and prevented the demons from succeeding. At this moment, everyone present more or less owes him a life-saving favor, which has made Xie Ling's reputation reach an unimaginable height.

In contrast, although Fudge is not a minister known for his combativeness, his behavior of hiding aside from beginning to end will undoubtedly become a notorious stain on his political career.

Hearing what Schelling said, Fudge's face froze. Looking at the members of the Order of the Phoenix and the Aurors who surrounded him, he didn't dare to say anything more. In the end, he could only grit his teeth and snorted coldly, flicking his sleeves and said, "Let's remember this for now! You people will pay the price for your reckless actions one day!" (End of this chapter)