Chapter 480 The Ministry of Magic Battle Royale (3)
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 480 The Ministry of Magic Battle Royale ([-])
While McGuffin was stuck in the Ministry of Magic battle royale game, the Quidditch World Cup game became extremely intense from the beginning.
More than one hundred thousand wizards held their breath, watching each impact of the Quidditch players, each skillful control of the rapid rotation of the magic broom... Their tactics and feints... coupled with the speed of the new broom, pushed the collision of the game to an extremely intense level.
The exquisite goals and tacit cooperation between the two sides caused applause and cheers that overturned the stadium every time.
Harry had never seen such a wonderful game of Quidditch, and the brass panoramic binoculars in his hand couldn't follow each player's changing position.
The speed and skill of these players is simply unbelievable.
——They have fully utilized the performance of the new broom speed.
Bagman had just reported the Irish goal to win the point, and then another brilliant Quaffle attack and defense battle was launched over the field.
At the back, Harry Ron and the others simply dropped the binoculars and watched the game with their naked eyes.
The game was very brutal, and every score was obtained by the two sides after several or even dozens of battles.
Both parties' understanding of the new broom is not at the same level as that of ordinary people.
Even a Bludger was outplayed by players from both sides.
For example, the Bulgarian batsmen Volkov and Volkanov...the two actually moved the bludger back and forth in an extremely fast flight, constantly blocking...or blocked the flight path of the Irish Chaser, trying to interrupt the Irish team's offensive rhythm like flowing water.
Thanks to their frenzied efforts and Bagman's continuous exclamation, Bulgaria's Ivanoka finally scored the first goal for Bulgaria.
At this time, the Veela started dancing again, and the auditorium of the arena fell into silence again for a while.
Harry had to plug his ears and try to avoid the veela troupes in order to refocus his attention on the arena.
"Oh my God! Look at the Irish guys... the game is getting crazy... Moran! Troy! Mallett! They're doing this..." Bagman exclaimed.
A few vague green figures were up and down on the other side of the field, spinning the new broom rapidly.
Harry and the others could only see... the flames from the tail of the new broom passed by.
Harry hastily aimed the panoramic binoculars at his eye sockets, and looked at the field over there.
He could hardly believe what he saw.
With the singing of the Irish national anthem, loud cheers and applause, he even had to turn on the playback function of the panoramic binoculars and tune it back for a while before he could figure out what he had just seen.
From three different directions and different heights, the three Irish golfers approached the Bulgarian goal at an unprecedented speed in a spiral attacking formation. The Quaffle passed in their hands until they scored.
"Troy scored! 20:10, the Irish team leads..."
The entire stadium boiled with Bagman's loud explanation.
Harry almost thought that some kind of magic had been cast on the red ball to follow the Irish players, otherwise how could it not have fallen from their hands in this situation.
He now somewhat understands why Mr. Weasley and Bill have always believed that the Irish team will win the final victory.
This Quidditch flying technique is simply... simply magic!
Harry couldn't describe it, he could only marvel.
……
On the Quidditch pitch... when the players are sweating and sweating to win the honor of the game, McGuffin is also trying his best to fight for his own life in the Ministry of Magic.
He looked back and looked behind him... the dozens to hundreds of wrinkled skin monsters were constantly spreading over,
They climbed to the ceiling, like dumplings in a pot, and rushed towards him one after another, jumped down from above, waved their sharp claws in mid-air, trying to get close to him... tearing off a piece of meat.
I really can't stay here anymore.
He could only follow Hopkirk's suggestion to go underground in the magic office building.
only……
Standing in front of the hall, McGuffin was in an extremely bad mood as he watched the thick mist drill black threads, twisting and wriggling in front of him.
Is it really okay to get into something like this?
McGuffin looked at the badge given by Hopkirk in his hand, the thing was shining, shooting light towards the lobby of the office building, pointing in—
At the same time, more and more monsters behind him began to approach,
Well, there is no other choice.
The MacGuffin could only raise his wand—
"Calling God Nightmare!"
Thestrals burning black flames, giant nightmares jump out of the void.
McGuffin directs him to enter.
——Since Hopkirk can use [Guardian Charm] to get rid of the entanglement of those black mist, it also means whether [Nightmare] of similar nature can also play a role.
If it doesn't work, he can only rely on McGuffin's own inexperienced [Patronus Charm], but without summoning the Patronus, he really doesn't think he can last long in these black mist.
The black mist rolled, one after another avoiding the black flames burning around Nightmare, forming the entrance of another black tunnel...
——Although it is not as effective as the 【Guardian Charm】, it still works.
Roar!
The monsters roared, they were still two or three meters away from the McGuffin, and it was too late to hesitate, so he could only rush straight inside.
--vomit!
McGuffin nearly spat out.
There was a rotten smell inside, as if it had been soaked in water for an unknown amount of time, and it was full of rotten meat full of maggots.
This smell went straight into McGuffin's nostrils, as if it was going to overturn his skull.
Not only that, although the flames around Nightmare could temporarily burn away the black mist, they could not disperse it, and only allowed the black mist to recede to a place away from the flames.
McGuffin is like walking in a tunnel without knowing the way forward.
He finally knew why Ms. Hopekirk could enter it before, and after leaving for a short time, he returned to the Prohibition of Misuse of Magic Office.
The office building wasn't what McGuffin thought it was from the outside...a black, spreading fog.
These churning mist did not completely fill the entire hall.
Speaking of fog, McGuffin felt that it might as well be called... some kind of airy fluid with extremely uneven distribution.
In the lobby of the Ministry of Magic office building, black mist gathered in some places, thick as oil and slowly flowing, some thin like a layer of veil, and some granular like smoke...
These black mist condensed into wisps, clusters... of some kind of weird form, gathered in the entire hall.
It was as if he had entered the body of some disgusting, indescribable, indescribable monster.
McGuffin saw through the translucent black and bright firelight on the black nightmare——
All kinds of irregular mist condensed and twisted into a viscous black fluid, covering the original marble floor, ceiling, and walls... making the entire hall look like some kind of underground cave,
There is some kind of flow condensed by black mist in the whole space here, as if it is alive... The viscous filamentous columns are intertwined and connected with each other in all directions.
Some of them are like stalactites, hanging down from the ceiling, dripping down the wriggling, distorted drop-shaped mist; some are like weeds, growing wantonly in some places in the hall, spreading... the figure swings back and forth;
Some of them gathered together and became extremely tall, and even directly stuck to the densely packed stalactites on the ceiling, forming a thick pillar of black mist full of holes, and densely packed black mist filaments stretched out from it, constantly twisting and wriggling.
This is simply an unspeakable black nightmare!
Every time McGuffin took a step forward, he felt a sticky black mist falling down from above his head... It kept hitting his feet, and then burst into large swaths of mist.
If it wasn't for the black flames of the nightmare that scorched the black mist, he might have been engulfed by these things long ago.
Although I don't know what effect these fogs will have, but recalling those ugly wrinkled skin monsters outside... McGuffin doesn't want to try it himself at all.
And he felt as if he was stepping on a layer of flesh, his feet were limp,
Every step he took, he fell into the mud... No, it was like walking in a layer of thick black syrup... Those extremely thin black mist pulled out strings of sticky long whiskers flowing on the ground, and the strands of black silk wriggled like live insects, tightly wrapped around his shoes.
Every time he took a step, he had to tear off those black threads with great effort.
In the end, McGuffin had to ride directly on the Thestral to move forward.
While McGuffin was hesitating whether to go upstairs and find a place to hide and wait for the Ministry of Magic to rescue him,
(After all, if his premonition is true... the basement of the Ministry of Magic office building is not a good place at all, and after all, it seems that [Calling God Nightmare] can barely open up a safe place)
Shouts came from behind him, and the entire corridor in the hall began to vibrate... The black mist above the head was like raindrops, dripping continuously, splashing and filling the black mist.
The surrounding black mist began to roll and boil.
This is--
McGuffin looked back, and gray and white figures rushed in, very eye-catching in this black 'karst cave' tunnel.
Although the black mist also clings to these monsters, with a string of thin threads entangled with them, trying to wrap them up, dozens to hundreds of monsters rush in. They hit the ground on all fours, pushing into a ball, rushing towards the McGuffin crazily like a flood.
The black mist can't stop these monsters at all.
Shir!You play wild!
--run!
McGuffin injected magic power to drive the Thestrals, and moved forward quickly along the 'karst tunnel' formed by the black mist.
At the same time, the ominous premonition in McGuffin's heart grew stronger.
He felt like someone was holding a rope around him, constantly pulling him towards a destination.
What happened next proved it even more.
In this world of black mist... at the end of this 'tunnel' is where the original golden elevator of the Ministry of Magic was located.
It's just that now it has become some kind of extremely steep black tunnel entrance, and a slope extends straight down to nowhere...
MacGuffin was certainly not a good place to be.
But the badge that Hopkirk gave pointed straight inward...
At the same time, the wrinkled-skinned monster surged up behind him like a living corpse, roaring and approaching, not allowing him to hesitate for a moment.
McGuffin could only bite the bullet and rush down.
These tunnels made up of black mist... were unexpectedly strong. Thestrals carried the McGuffin on top of them and dashed forward, without any trembling or shattering, and the monsters rushing towards them like a tide also did not cause any impact, and even such a violent rush did not cause any major movement.
The outer layers of the tunnels that are glued together by black mist... Occasionally some gaps will leak out, through which McGuffin can see the passages on other floors, and the same is true there.
It seems that this building has been transformed into another world by these black fogs.
However, he could only ride the Thestral (Nightmare) and run straight to the end of this steep tunnel, waving his wand from time to time to prevent the wrinkled monsters from approaching him.
"There are many obstacles!"
"Let your strength loose!"
"Fuchsia!"
Monsters fell one by one and were trampled under the feet of other monster groups; or they fell behind and were thrown behind the team, entangled in the black mist into a 'cocoon' shape, or were hung upside down in mid-air... After a long time, they fell into the tide-like monster group.
Finally, McGuffin escaped to a place where there was no black mist.
This is the most mysterious floor of the Ministry of Magic,
Sure enough, his premonition was right,
He—he came to the Department of Mysteries.
Exactly like in the movie,
As he walked down a corridor and through a black slab door, he stood in a large circular room.
Everything here is black, including the twelve identical doors without handles...and the ceiling,
However, it is different from the viscous and disgusting black that was formed after the transformation of the black mist above.
The darkness here is cold and mysterious... giving people an indestructible and insurmountable feeling.
The doors were at exactly equal distances from each other, and the walls were dotted with blue candles, whose cold shimmer reflected on the marble floor, making it look like a black pool.
McGuffin dared not move forward, for fear of meeting Voldemort.
That's right, he had long felt an inexplicable familiarity with all these things.
——Actually, there is no need to guess, except for the resurrected Voldemort,
Directly attacking the Ministry of Magic, who the hell can be so crazy!
According to the plot that McGuffin remembered... The Dark Lord attacked the Ministry of Magic to know the last part of the prophecy 13 years ago, and to get that prophecy, the person in the prophecy had to come here...that is, Harry Potter himself came here to find the crystal ball.
—but he couldn't be here.
Now, Harry is still enjoying the Quidditch stadium, happily enjoying the Quidditch game.
Gan!
Could it be that Voldemort was finally mad by himself.
McGuffin thought of his saucy operation not long ago, and suddenly felt his scalp explode, although he thought that the Dark Lord would not be so 'emotional', causing such a big scene just to get revenge on himself.
impossible?Does the Dark Lord, who kills dozens of people every minute, still care about such a trivial matter? ?
But now it's all obvious... Like a marionette, he was forced to come to the Department of Mysteries, and when he came here,
Is it all accidental and coincidental?
Not convinced, McGuffin raised his guard and took his wand.
And at this time, those zombie-like monsters followed after them lingeringly.
--Roar!
pat!pat!
Nails tapped on the marble floor, they kept coming closer.
Gan!
So, McGuffin immediately found a door at random, pushed it in, then closed the door tightly, and hid.
(End of this chapter)
While McGuffin was stuck in the Ministry of Magic battle royale game, the Quidditch World Cup game became extremely intense from the beginning.
More than one hundred thousand wizards held their breath, watching each impact of the Quidditch players, each skillful control of the rapid rotation of the magic broom... Their tactics and feints... coupled with the speed of the new broom, pushed the collision of the game to an extremely intense level.
The exquisite goals and tacit cooperation between the two sides caused applause and cheers that overturned the stadium every time.
Harry had never seen such a wonderful game of Quidditch, and the brass panoramic binoculars in his hand couldn't follow each player's changing position.
The speed and skill of these players is simply unbelievable.
——They have fully utilized the performance of the new broom speed.
Bagman had just reported the Irish goal to win the point, and then another brilliant Quaffle attack and defense battle was launched over the field.
At the back, Harry Ron and the others simply dropped the binoculars and watched the game with their naked eyes.
The game was very brutal, and every score was obtained by the two sides after several or even dozens of battles.
Both parties' understanding of the new broom is not at the same level as that of ordinary people.
Even a Bludger was outplayed by players from both sides.
For example, the Bulgarian batsmen Volkov and Volkanov...the two actually moved the bludger back and forth in an extremely fast flight, constantly blocking...or blocked the flight path of the Irish Chaser, trying to interrupt the Irish team's offensive rhythm like flowing water.
Thanks to their frenzied efforts and Bagman's continuous exclamation, Bulgaria's Ivanoka finally scored the first goal for Bulgaria.
At this time, the Veela started dancing again, and the auditorium of the arena fell into silence again for a while.
Harry had to plug his ears and try to avoid the veela troupes in order to refocus his attention on the arena.
"Oh my God! Look at the Irish guys... the game is getting crazy... Moran! Troy! Mallett! They're doing this..." Bagman exclaimed.
A few vague green figures were up and down on the other side of the field, spinning the new broom rapidly.
Harry and the others could only see... the flames from the tail of the new broom passed by.
Harry hastily aimed the panoramic binoculars at his eye sockets, and looked at the field over there.
He could hardly believe what he saw.
With the singing of the Irish national anthem, loud cheers and applause, he even had to turn on the playback function of the panoramic binoculars and tune it back for a while before he could figure out what he had just seen.
From three different directions and different heights, the three Irish golfers approached the Bulgarian goal at an unprecedented speed in a spiral attacking formation. The Quaffle passed in their hands until they scored.
"Troy scored! 20:10, the Irish team leads..."
The entire stadium boiled with Bagman's loud explanation.
Harry almost thought that some kind of magic had been cast on the red ball to follow the Irish players, otherwise how could it not have fallen from their hands in this situation.
He now somewhat understands why Mr. Weasley and Bill have always believed that the Irish team will win the final victory.
This Quidditch flying technique is simply... simply magic!
Harry couldn't describe it, he could only marvel.
……
On the Quidditch pitch... when the players are sweating and sweating to win the honor of the game, McGuffin is also trying his best to fight for his own life in the Ministry of Magic.
He looked back and looked behind him... the dozens to hundreds of wrinkled skin monsters were constantly spreading over,
They climbed to the ceiling, like dumplings in a pot, and rushed towards him one after another, jumped down from above, waved their sharp claws in mid-air, trying to get close to him... tearing off a piece of meat.
I really can't stay here anymore.
He could only follow Hopkirk's suggestion to go underground in the magic office building.
only……
Standing in front of the hall, McGuffin was in an extremely bad mood as he watched the thick mist drill black threads, twisting and wriggling in front of him.
Is it really okay to get into something like this?
McGuffin looked at the badge given by Hopkirk in his hand, the thing was shining, shooting light towards the lobby of the office building, pointing in—
At the same time, more and more monsters behind him began to approach,
Well, there is no other choice.
The MacGuffin could only raise his wand—
"Calling God Nightmare!"
Thestrals burning black flames, giant nightmares jump out of the void.
McGuffin directs him to enter.
——Since Hopkirk can use [Guardian Charm] to get rid of the entanglement of those black mist, it also means whether [Nightmare] of similar nature can also play a role.
If it doesn't work, he can only rely on McGuffin's own inexperienced [Patronus Charm], but without summoning the Patronus, he really doesn't think he can last long in these black mist.
The black mist rolled, one after another avoiding the black flames burning around Nightmare, forming the entrance of another black tunnel...
——Although it is not as effective as the 【Guardian Charm】, it still works.
Roar!
The monsters roared, they were still two or three meters away from the McGuffin, and it was too late to hesitate, so he could only rush straight inside.
--vomit!
McGuffin nearly spat out.
There was a rotten smell inside, as if it had been soaked in water for an unknown amount of time, and it was full of rotten meat full of maggots.
This smell went straight into McGuffin's nostrils, as if it was going to overturn his skull.
Not only that, although the flames around Nightmare could temporarily burn away the black mist, they could not disperse it, and only allowed the black mist to recede to a place away from the flames.
McGuffin is like walking in a tunnel without knowing the way forward.
He finally knew why Ms. Hopekirk could enter it before, and after leaving for a short time, he returned to the Prohibition of Misuse of Magic Office.
The office building wasn't what McGuffin thought it was from the outside...a black, spreading fog.
These churning mist did not completely fill the entire hall.
Speaking of fog, McGuffin felt that it might as well be called... some kind of airy fluid with extremely uneven distribution.
In the lobby of the Ministry of Magic office building, black mist gathered in some places, thick as oil and slowly flowing, some thin like a layer of veil, and some granular like smoke...
These black mist condensed into wisps, clusters... of some kind of weird form, gathered in the entire hall.
It was as if he had entered the body of some disgusting, indescribable, indescribable monster.
McGuffin saw through the translucent black and bright firelight on the black nightmare——
All kinds of irregular mist condensed and twisted into a viscous black fluid, covering the original marble floor, ceiling, and walls... making the entire hall look like some kind of underground cave,
There is some kind of flow condensed by black mist in the whole space here, as if it is alive... The viscous filamentous columns are intertwined and connected with each other in all directions.
Some of them are like stalactites, hanging down from the ceiling, dripping down the wriggling, distorted drop-shaped mist; some are like weeds, growing wantonly in some places in the hall, spreading... the figure swings back and forth;
Some of them gathered together and became extremely tall, and even directly stuck to the densely packed stalactites on the ceiling, forming a thick pillar of black mist full of holes, and densely packed black mist filaments stretched out from it, constantly twisting and wriggling.
This is simply an unspeakable black nightmare!
Every time McGuffin took a step forward, he felt a sticky black mist falling down from above his head... It kept hitting his feet, and then burst into large swaths of mist.
If it wasn't for the black flames of the nightmare that scorched the black mist, he might have been engulfed by these things long ago.
Although I don't know what effect these fogs will have, but recalling those ugly wrinkled skin monsters outside... McGuffin doesn't want to try it himself at all.
And he felt as if he was stepping on a layer of flesh, his feet were limp,
Every step he took, he fell into the mud... No, it was like walking in a layer of thick black syrup... Those extremely thin black mist pulled out strings of sticky long whiskers flowing on the ground, and the strands of black silk wriggled like live insects, tightly wrapped around his shoes.
Every time he took a step, he had to tear off those black threads with great effort.
In the end, McGuffin had to ride directly on the Thestral to move forward.
While McGuffin was hesitating whether to go upstairs and find a place to hide and wait for the Ministry of Magic to rescue him,
(After all, if his premonition is true... the basement of the Ministry of Magic office building is not a good place at all, and after all, it seems that [Calling God Nightmare] can barely open up a safe place)
Shouts came from behind him, and the entire corridor in the hall began to vibrate... The black mist above the head was like raindrops, dripping continuously, splashing and filling the black mist.
The surrounding black mist began to roll and boil.
This is--
McGuffin looked back, and gray and white figures rushed in, very eye-catching in this black 'karst cave' tunnel.
Although the black mist also clings to these monsters, with a string of thin threads entangled with them, trying to wrap them up, dozens to hundreds of monsters rush in. They hit the ground on all fours, pushing into a ball, rushing towards the McGuffin crazily like a flood.
The black mist can't stop these monsters at all.
Shir!You play wild!
--run!
McGuffin injected magic power to drive the Thestrals, and moved forward quickly along the 'karst tunnel' formed by the black mist.
At the same time, the ominous premonition in McGuffin's heart grew stronger.
He felt like someone was holding a rope around him, constantly pulling him towards a destination.
What happened next proved it even more.
In this world of black mist... at the end of this 'tunnel' is where the original golden elevator of the Ministry of Magic was located.
It's just that now it has become some kind of extremely steep black tunnel entrance, and a slope extends straight down to nowhere...
MacGuffin was certainly not a good place to be.
But the badge that Hopkirk gave pointed straight inward...
At the same time, the wrinkled-skinned monster surged up behind him like a living corpse, roaring and approaching, not allowing him to hesitate for a moment.
McGuffin could only bite the bullet and rush down.
These tunnels made up of black mist... were unexpectedly strong. Thestrals carried the McGuffin on top of them and dashed forward, without any trembling or shattering, and the monsters rushing towards them like a tide also did not cause any impact, and even such a violent rush did not cause any major movement.
The outer layers of the tunnels that are glued together by black mist... Occasionally some gaps will leak out, through which McGuffin can see the passages on other floors, and the same is true there.
It seems that this building has been transformed into another world by these black fogs.
However, he could only ride the Thestral (Nightmare) and run straight to the end of this steep tunnel, waving his wand from time to time to prevent the wrinkled monsters from approaching him.
"There are many obstacles!"
"Let your strength loose!"
"Fuchsia!"
Monsters fell one by one and were trampled under the feet of other monster groups; or they fell behind and were thrown behind the team, entangled in the black mist into a 'cocoon' shape, or were hung upside down in mid-air... After a long time, they fell into the tide-like monster group.
Finally, McGuffin escaped to a place where there was no black mist.
This is the most mysterious floor of the Ministry of Magic,
Sure enough, his premonition was right,
He—he came to the Department of Mysteries.
Exactly like in the movie,
As he walked down a corridor and through a black slab door, he stood in a large circular room.
Everything here is black, including the twelve identical doors without handles...and the ceiling,
However, it is different from the viscous and disgusting black that was formed after the transformation of the black mist above.
The darkness here is cold and mysterious... giving people an indestructible and insurmountable feeling.
The doors were at exactly equal distances from each other, and the walls were dotted with blue candles, whose cold shimmer reflected on the marble floor, making it look like a black pool.
McGuffin dared not move forward, for fear of meeting Voldemort.
That's right, he had long felt an inexplicable familiarity with all these things.
——Actually, there is no need to guess, except for the resurrected Voldemort,
Directly attacking the Ministry of Magic, who the hell can be so crazy!
According to the plot that McGuffin remembered... The Dark Lord attacked the Ministry of Magic to know the last part of the prophecy 13 years ago, and to get that prophecy, the person in the prophecy had to come here...that is, Harry Potter himself came here to find the crystal ball.
—but he couldn't be here.
Now, Harry is still enjoying the Quidditch stadium, happily enjoying the Quidditch game.
Gan!
Could it be that Voldemort was finally mad by himself.
McGuffin thought of his saucy operation not long ago, and suddenly felt his scalp explode, although he thought that the Dark Lord would not be so 'emotional', causing such a big scene just to get revenge on himself.
impossible?Does the Dark Lord, who kills dozens of people every minute, still care about such a trivial matter? ?
But now it's all obvious... Like a marionette, he was forced to come to the Department of Mysteries, and when he came here,
Is it all accidental and coincidental?
Not convinced, McGuffin raised his guard and took his wand.
And at this time, those zombie-like monsters followed after them lingeringly.
--Roar!
pat!pat!
Nails tapped on the marble floor, they kept coming closer.
Gan!
So, McGuffin immediately found a door at random, pushed it in, then closed the door tightly, and hid.
(End of this chapter)
