Chapter 487 The Ministry of Magic's Offensive and Defensive Battle (2)
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 487 The Ministry of Magic's Offensive and Defensive Battle ([-])
That blue flame turned into a giant python and charged straight down from above.
The golden light shot out of Professor Dumbledore's wand was swallowed up by the blue flames.
Voldemort's smirk echoed across the battlefield.
Dumbledore waved his wand to the side, and those wooden frames and glass crystal chips that had fallen to the ground immediately fused...transformed into a gleaming wall, blocking the further invasion of the flames.
But after all, these things are only composed of glass and wood chips. After resisting for two or three seconds, they began to burn and turned into ashes and molten dross...Cracked from mid-air and scattered all over the ground.
But this short moment was enough for Dumbledore to wave his wand and come to McGuffin, leading him madly into the room of [Hall of Prophecy]. (This guy is clapping his hands, looking at the flames in mid-air and cheering loudly, as if he is very happy about it, thinking that the blue fireworks are very funny...)
Voldemort snorted coldly when he saw this, and he pointed at Nagia, the giant python that was avoiding the flames in the corner was spinning like a spinning top... It became smaller and smaller, and turned into a snake-shaped necklace, which he took into his hand casually.
Then, with a bang in the air, the Dark Lord also disappeared in the [Hall of Prophecy].
Later, at the magic fountain in the atrium of the Ministry of Magic, Dumbledore and Voldemort appeared at the same time.
The two stood facing each other,
After Dumbledore cast the [Armor Protection Curse] on McGuffin, he protected it by his side, while Voldemort stood directly on the wizard's peaked hat of the golden wizard statue at the magic fountain, looking down at the two people below.
"It would be foolish of you to follow, Tom..." Dumbledore said calmly, "Fudge and the Aurors are at the Ministry of Magic..."
At this time, the top floor of the office building of the Ministry of Magic...that is, the floor of the Minister of Magic's office, there was a violent cracking sound, the wall was smashed to pieces, and the black mist was borrowed from the place where it was rolled away. Some Aurors stood on it and looked at the magic fountain.
"What's the use of those trash! A hundred cowardly and incompetent mediocre people are not as good as a brilliant wizard..."
Voldemort sneered, turned around and pointed at the gap in the Ministry of Magic office building over there. The thick and disgusting black mist in the office building condensed into something like oil, which flowed out from all the gaps and filled the gap along the wall... completely covering the sight of the Aurors, causing the Ministry of Magic office building to be isolated and re-isolated.
And following Voldemort's order, some wrinkled-skinned monsters rushed out of the hall on the first floor, and then gathered along the wall of the Ministry of Magic office building to form a wave of corpses, climbing through the breach in the wall and rushing into the office of the Minister of Magic.
"Exactly, let's solve you together!"
Then, roared Voldemort, he cast another Death Curse at Dumbledore, but missed.
Instead, Dumbledore waved his wand, bringing the statue of the wizard under his feet to life.
The golden statue stretched out its palm... trying to grab Voldemort, but failed.
He flew up again.
After a while, the statues of wizards, witches, goblins, centaurs, and house elves all came to life under the command of Voldemort and Dumbledore.
The metal statues rubbed and collided with each other, violently attacking each other... sparks splashed, and as these giants fought... the original fountain was completely destroyed, and the water in the pool rushed to the ground.
These huge 'Transformers'-clanking, dull loud noises echoed deafeningly in the area between the atrium and the Ministry of Magic office building.
The statue of the wizard broke the arm of the statue of the witch; the witch directly tore off the head of the statue of the wizard; the statue of the goblin lay on the back of the wizard and slid out the scratches with its metal claws;
At the same time, in the office building shrouded in black mist... there were the roars of those wrinkled skin corpses, and the attack sound of the Aurors' spells bursting.
And from time to time... monsters were blasted out of the opening of the office building and fell to the ground outside the Ministry of Magic office building.
The entire battlefield was in chaos.
Only the MacGuffin was very 'happy'... he watched it all... applaud.
It caused a lot of trouble for the battle between Dumbledore and Voldemort.
This made Voldemort completely relieved after seeing this scene. Although he didn't get Harry's [Prophecy Ball], he finally got rid of that nasty little wizard McGuffin.
As far as he knows 'this damage' is permanent and very difficult to undo.
Finally, he understood the humiliation he felt in his heart after being disturbed by this little wizard for so many years.
Moreover, he looked at his figure... (Voldemort was furious when he thought of this, because of the disturbance of that crazy Albert, not only his body shape, but also his magical power is far from the peak, otherwise he would not dare to summon the Death Eaters now, and hide his figure from the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic to find out...)
Also, even Voldemort himself has to admit that he is not Dumbledore's opponent before he fully recovers his strength, especially when the Aurors are coming, he can't stay here for a long time.
Dumbledore suddenly waved his wand, and the magic power made the entire atrium of the Ministry of Magic tremble slightly. The puddles of water that had been flowing all over the ground began to surge and turned into long ropes of water, winding towards Voldemort in circles.
Voldemort was forced to disappear again, reappearing by the fireplaces at the back of the courtyard.
He stared at those scarlet eyes, and mocked hoarsely, "Dumbledore, at this moment... you still don't want to kill me... just want to catch me and make me submit? Just like I'm still a student of yours?"
Dumbledore replied calmly, "Tom, for you... I have long since given up this effort, but the way of punishing people is not only death, there are many ways that are far more painful and hopeless than death..."
While trapping McGuffin, he flung him in the direction of the Ministry of Magic office building, placed him in mid-air, protected him with a protective spell, and walked slowly towards Voldemort.
"I admit that simply taking your life does not atone for the sins you have committed..." said Dumbledore.
"Oh, I smell a weak, hypocritical smell... There is only one truth in this world, and that is power... Only the power of magic is the truth!"
"And there's nothing worse than death. — Dumbledore!" growled Voldemort.
"You're so wrong." Dumbledore walked towards Voldemort without fear. The various spells issued from the Dark Lord's wand were either blocked by Dumbledore, or turned around and avoided deftly.
"However——Riddle, I'm afraid you can only see such a narrow field of vision. There are many things worse than death in this world... There are many things you don't understand at all. You can't see the power stronger than death and black magic, and you can't see the greater benefits at all."
Dumbledore's words seemed to speak to Voldemort's pain.
The Dark Lord's frenzied and cruel shrill laughter echoed throughout the courtyard of the Ministry of Magic.
"Hehe, the greater good...is it yours again? Dumbledore...the so-called love...all these years you still rely on this set of hypocritical statements to maintain your shining appearance...I'm not that coward Grindelwald..."
Voldemort roared, and another green light shot towards the position where McGuffin was.
Dumbledore waved his wand, pulled McGuffin to avoid the Death Curse, then frowned, pointed at the big golden bow and arrow thrown by the centaur, and that thing turned into a golden shield, circling and flying towards McGuffin, circling back and forth to protect him.
Then Dumbledore raised his wand and waved it over his head as if he were wielding a whip.A slender flame swept far from him towards Voldemort, surrounding the Dark Lord.
At the same time, Voldemort swiped his wand and pointed it behind Dumbledore. The original long ropes of water turned into long snakes, forming a dense and disgusting tide of snakes, rushing towards Dumbledore.
-
Hiss-hiss!
A series of poisonous snakes jumped up from behind, spitting out the letter... and attacked Dumbledore.
The two attacked at the same time, and at the same time resisted and evaded each other's spells.
Voldemort disappeared into the flames, and Dumbledore swung his wand smoothly, gently slashing across the snakes, restoring them to a stream of water, and then they all froze, shattering into ice blocks on the ground.
When Voldemort reappeared, he began to fly in the direction of the McGuffin, apparently seeing that the little wizard was Dumbledore's weakness.
"Master!" Bellatrix, the vampire with Wormtail, suddenly appeared on the scene at this time, screaming loudly.
She held a short golden urn in her arms. She didn't know what it was for, but judging from the appearance of the thing, it should be an item used by some ancient Egyptian wizards to sacrifice magic rituals.
This made Voldemort hesitate for a moment.
Taking this opportunity, Dumbledore pointed at the remaining water in the pool with a wave of his wand, the broken ice cubes just now... He gathered them together again, forming a huge ice ball mixed with ice cubes and water flow, tumbling... with an unstoppable momentum, it flew straight towards Voldemort, and it was getting faster and faster.
And... the water ball deformed in mid-air, stretching out a giant hand, trying to catch the Dark Lord.
For a while, there was a strange vibrating and cracking sound between Voldemort and the water polo, and all kinds of strange lights and mist burst out continuously. It was obvious that he was trying to break the thing apart and explode.
Can never succeed.
Then, he suddenly appeared next to his two servants, and with a wave of his wand, the black mist in the Ministry of Magic office building surged... shattered every window of the Ministry of Magic office building, rolled out from inside, and rolled up the three Dark Lords, turning into a black pillar and leaving (there were also many gray and white limbs of those wrinkled-skinned monsters mixed in, making it look extremely terrifying.)
After the water polo lost Dumbledore's support, it exploded and fell to the ground, and the splashed water almost soaked the floor.
It was all over, and it was clear that Voldemort's party had escaped.
At this time, Cornelius Fudge, the Aurors, and Mr. Weasley jumped down from the cracked wall of the Minister of Magic's office, looking at the messy scene.
Most of them still don't know what's going on here... a little overwhelmed.
The entire atrium of the Ministry of Magic returned to the dead silence just now, only the screams of the wrinkled skin monsters that had not been cleared away... and the weird squeaking and whispering sounds of the tied up McGuffins.
…………
"Oh! That's not right! How could an Irish batsman make such a mistake!"
"That was obviously Krum's fake move. He was deliberately inducing them to foul... This is the third time. Why can't the players of the Irish team be unable to distinguish? But this is also what it should be. Krum is too fast and dexterous to control the new broom...Even Musta doesn't know how to make a penalty!"
"Ah, well, he made the penalty, and this foul doesn't count."
"Let me see... now the score is Bulgaria vs Ireland - 50:130"
As the competition raged on, Bagman... and most of the wizards in Harry's box finally turned their attention back to the competition.
Following Bagman's announcement... the mascots of the two parties, the Leprechauns of Ireland, soared into the sky happily again, sprinkled countless gold coins, and the Veela once again threw their hair angrily and danced a bewitching dance, which made most people in the box forget that Dumbledore and Fudge, and most of the Aurors disappeared in the field.
And when Musta, the Quidditch referee, was confused by Veela and forgot his duties as a referee, when he showed his biceps to the Veela like a estrous gorilla,
It added a bit of fun and drama to the game.
However, all this was far from enough to make Harry forget the nightmare he had just had. He couldn't forget the horrible thing he had just seen with Voldemort's sight... the fact that his friend McGuffin Albert was caught by that cruel and cold-blooded guy.
He was so worried about it that not even such an exciting Quidditch match could distract Harry from him.
Harry wondered all the time whether Professor Dumbledore, Fudge, and Mr. Weasley could rescue the MacGuffin.
Will something happen to Albert...will he be tortured, or worse...
Harry didn't dare to think about it any longer.
Because as far as he knew, if there was a hatred ranking for Voldemort faction, compared with McGuffin...it is estimated that McGuffin would still be above him.
Affected by Harry, Ron and Hermione's faces were not much better.
Even Charlie, Bill, and Percy felt a little worried about Mr. Weasley's sudden disappearance.
The game continued, but Harry's heart was completely different from this world.
"Ah, the Golden Snitch has appeared!"
Ludo Bagman's huge exclamation echoed over the court again.
…………
"Recover quickly!"
"Quickly wake up!"
"repair……"
--ah!ah!
McGuffin opened his eyes, and he screamed involuntarily.
He felt like his brain was about to explode, and the brain matter in his skull was as painful as if it had been boiled.
The uncontrollable taste and feeling in the mouth is filled with various fresh, spicy, bitter and itchy tastes.
A constant pungent smell of paint and methane mixed in the nose.
As for the constant rumbling in the ears,... crashing, trains running, thunder... the most common ones are all kinds of small and chaotic... the chanting and speaking of wizards from various countries.
The torso, limbs, hands and feet... He was even more uncontrollable, twitching and swaying wildly.
McGuffin's brain that controls everything seems to be stuffed with all kinds of 'junk' information...unable to process, blocking the transmission of nerve signals, making him paralyzed in place, feeling all kinds of messy feelings...like a broken robot.
(End of this chapter)
That blue flame turned into a giant python and charged straight down from above.
The golden light shot out of Professor Dumbledore's wand was swallowed up by the blue flames.
Voldemort's smirk echoed across the battlefield.
Dumbledore waved his wand to the side, and those wooden frames and glass crystal chips that had fallen to the ground immediately fused...transformed into a gleaming wall, blocking the further invasion of the flames.
But after all, these things are only composed of glass and wood chips. After resisting for two or three seconds, they began to burn and turned into ashes and molten dross...Cracked from mid-air and scattered all over the ground.
But this short moment was enough for Dumbledore to wave his wand and come to McGuffin, leading him madly into the room of [Hall of Prophecy]. (This guy is clapping his hands, looking at the flames in mid-air and cheering loudly, as if he is very happy about it, thinking that the blue fireworks are very funny...)
Voldemort snorted coldly when he saw this, and he pointed at Nagia, the giant python that was avoiding the flames in the corner was spinning like a spinning top... It became smaller and smaller, and turned into a snake-shaped necklace, which he took into his hand casually.
Then, with a bang in the air, the Dark Lord also disappeared in the [Hall of Prophecy].
Later, at the magic fountain in the atrium of the Ministry of Magic, Dumbledore and Voldemort appeared at the same time.
The two stood facing each other,
After Dumbledore cast the [Armor Protection Curse] on McGuffin, he protected it by his side, while Voldemort stood directly on the wizard's peaked hat of the golden wizard statue at the magic fountain, looking down at the two people below.
"It would be foolish of you to follow, Tom..." Dumbledore said calmly, "Fudge and the Aurors are at the Ministry of Magic..."
At this time, the top floor of the office building of the Ministry of Magic...that is, the floor of the Minister of Magic's office, there was a violent cracking sound, the wall was smashed to pieces, and the black mist was borrowed from the place where it was rolled away. Some Aurors stood on it and looked at the magic fountain.
"What's the use of those trash! A hundred cowardly and incompetent mediocre people are not as good as a brilliant wizard..."
Voldemort sneered, turned around and pointed at the gap in the Ministry of Magic office building over there. The thick and disgusting black mist in the office building condensed into something like oil, which flowed out from all the gaps and filled the gap along the wall... completely covering the sight of the Aurors, causing the Ministry of Magic office building to be isolated and re-isolated.
And following Voldemort's order, some wrinkled-skinned monsters rushed out of the hall on the first floor, and then gathered along the wall of the Ministry of Magic office building to form a wave of corpses, climbing through the breach in the wall and rushing into the office of the Minister of Magic.
"Exactly, let's solve you together!"
Then, roared Voldemort, he cast another Death Curse at Dumbledore, but missed.
Instead, Dumbledore waved his wand, bringing the statue of the wizard under his feet to life.
The golden statue stretched out its palm... trying to grab Voldemort, but failed.
He flew up again.
After a while, the statues of wizards, witches, goblins, centaurs, and house elves all came to life under the command of Voldemort and Dumbledore.
The metal statues rubbed and collided with each other, violently attacking each other... sparks splashed, and as these giants fought... the original fountain was completely destroyed, and the water in the pool rushed to the ground.
These huge 'Transformers'-clanking, dull loud noises echoed deafeningly in the area between the atrium and the Ministry of Magic office building.
The statue of the wizard broke the arm of the statue of the witch; the witch directly tore off the head of the statue of the wizard; the statue of the goblin lay on the back of the wizard and slid out the scratches with its metal claws;
At the same time, in the office building shrouded in black mist... there were the roars of those wrinkled skin corpses, and the attack sound of the Aurors' spells bursting.
And from time to time... monsters were blasted out of the opening of the office building and fell to the ground outside the Ministry of Magic office building.
The entire battlefield was in chaos.
Only the MacGuffin was very 'happy'... he watched it all... applaud.
It caused a lot of trouble for the battle between Dumbledore and Voldemort.
This made Voldemort completely relieved after seeing this scene. Although he didn't get Harry's [Prophecy Ball], he finally got rid of that nasty little wizard McGuffin.
As far as he knows 'this damage' is permanent and very difficult to undo.
Finally, he understood the humiliation he felt in his heart after being disturbed by this little wizard for so many years.
Moreover, he looked at his figure... (Voldemort was furious when he thought of this, because of the disturbance of that crazy Albert, not only his body shape, but also his magical power is far from the peak, otherwise he would not dare to summon the Death Eaters now, and hide his figure from the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic to find out...)
Also, even Voldemort himself has to admit that he is not Dumbledore's opponent before he fully recovers his strength, especially when the Aurors are coming, he can't stay here for a long time.
Dumbledore suddenly waved his wand, and the magic power made the entire atrium of the Ministry of Magic tremble slightly. The puddles of water that had been flowing all over the ground began to surge and turned into long ropes of water, winding towards Voldemort in circles.
Voldemort was forced to disappear again, reappearing by the fireplaces at the back of the courtyard.
He stared at those scarlet eyes, and mocked hoarsely, "Dumbledore, at this moment... you still don't want to kill me... just want to catch me and make me submit? Just like I'm still a student of yours?"
Dumbledore replied calmly, "Tom, for you... I have long since given up this effort, but the way of punishing people is not only death, there are many ways that are far more painful and hopeless than death..."
While trapping McGuffin, he flung him in the direction of the Ministry of Magic office building, placed him in mid-air, protected him with a protective spell, and walked slowly towards Voldemort.
"I admit that simply taking your life does not atone for the sins you have committed..." said Dumbledore.
"Oh, I smell a weak, hypocritical smell... There is only one truth in this world, and that is power... Only the power of magic is the truth!"
"And there's nothing worse than death. — Dumbledore!" growled Voldemort.
"You're so wrong." Dumbledore walked towards Voldemort without fear. The various spells issued from the Dark Lord's wand were either blocked by Dumbledore, or turned around and avoided deftly.
"However——Riddle, I'm afraid you can only see such a narrow field of vision. There are many things worse than death in this world... There are many things you don't understand at all. You can't see the power stronger than death and black magic, and you can't see the greater benefits at all."
Dumbledore's words seemed to speak to Voldemort's pain.
The Dark Lord's frenzied and cruel shrill laughter echoed throughout the courtyard of the Ministry of Magic.
"Hehe, the greater good...is it yours again? Dumbledore...the so-called love...all these years you still rely on this set of hypocritical statements to maintain your shining appearance...I'm not that coward Grindelwald..."
Voldemort roared, and another green light shot towards the position where McGuffin was.
Dumbledore waved his wand, pulled McGuffin to avoid the Death Curse, then frowned, pointed at the big golden bow and arrow thrown by the centaur, and that thing turned into a golden shield, circling and flying towards McGuffin, circling back and forth to protect him.
Then Dumbledore raised his wand and waved it over his head as if he were wielding a whip.A slender flame swept far from him towards Voldemort, surrounding the Dark Lord.
At the same time, Voldemort swiped his wand and pointed it behind Dumbledore. The original long ropes of water turned into long snakes, forming a dense and disgusting tide of snakes, rushing towards Dumbledore.
-
Hiss-hiss!
A series of poisonous snakes jumped up from behind, spitting out the letter... and attacked Dumbledore.
The two attacked at the same time, and at the same time resisted and evaded each other's spells.
Voldemort disappeared into the flames, and Dumbledore swung his wand smoothly, gently slashing across the snakes, restoring them to a stream of water, and then they all froze, shattering into ice blocks on the ground.
When Voldemort reappeared, he began to fly in the direction of the McGuffin, apparently seeing that the little wizard was Dumbledore's weakness.
"Master!" Bellatrix, the vampire with Wormtail, suddenly appeared on the scene at this time, screaming loudly.
She held a short golden urn in her arms. She didn't know what it was for, but judging from the appearance of the thing, it should be an item used by some ancient Egyptian wizards to sacrifice magic rituals.
This made Voldemort hesitate for a moment.
Taking this opportunity, Dumbledore pointed at the remaining water in the pool with a wave of his wand, the broken ice cubes just now... He gathered them together again, forming a huge ice ball mixed with ice cubes and water flow, tumbling... with an unstoppable momentum, it flew straight towards Voldemort, and it was getting faster and faster.
And... the water ball deformed in mid-air, stretching out a giant hand, trying to catch the Dark Lord.
For a while, there was a strange vibrating and cracking sound between Voldemort and the water polo, and all kinds of strange lights and mist burst out continuously. It was obvious that he was trying to break the thing apart and explode.
Can never succeed.
Then, he suddenly appeared next to his two servants, and with a wave of his wand, the black mist in the Ministry of Magic office building surged... shattered every window of the Ministry of Magic office building, rolled out from inside, and rolled up the three Dark Lords, turning into a black pillar and leaving (there were also many gray and white limbs of those wrinkled-skinned monsters mixed in, making it look extremely terrifying.)
After the water polo lost Dumbledore's support, it exploded and fell to the ground, and the splashed water almost soaked the floor.
It was all over, and it was clear that Voldemort's party had escaped.
At this time, Cornelius Fudge, the Aurors, and Mr. Weasley jumped down from the cracked wall of the Minister of Magic's office, looking at the messy scene.
Most of them still don't know what's going on here... a little overwhelmed.
The entire atrium of the Ministry of Magic returned to the dead silence just now, only the screams of the wrinkled skin monsters that had not been cleared away... and the weird squeaking and whispering sounds of the tied up McGuffins.
…………
"Oh! That's not right! How could an Irish batsman make such a mistake!"
"That was obviously Krum's fake move. He was deliberately inducing them to foul... This is the third time. Why can't the players of the Irish team be unable to distinguish? But this is also what it should be. Krum is too fast and dexterous to control the new broom...Even Musta doesn't know how to make a penalty!"
"Ah, well, he made the penalty, and this foul doesn't count."
"Let me see... now the score is Bulgaria vs Ireland - 50:130"
As the competition raged on, Bagman... and most of the wizards in Harry's box finally turned their attention back to the competition.
Following Bagman's announcement... the mascots of the two parties, the Leprechauns of Ireland, soared into the sky happily again, sprinkled countless gold coins, and the Veela once again threw their hair angrily and danced a bewitching dance, which made most people in the box forget that Dumbledore and Fudge, and most of the Aurors disappeared in the field.
And when Musta, the Quidditch referee, was confused by Veela and forgot his duties as a referee, when he showed his biceps to the Veela like a estrous gorilla,
It added a bit of fun and drama to the game.
However, all this was far from enough to make Harry forget the nightmare he had just had. He couldn't forget the horrible thing he had just seen with Voldemort's sight... the fact that his friend McGuffin Albert was caught by that cruel and cold-blooded guy.
He was so worried about it that not even such an exciting Quidditch match could distract Harry from him.
Harry wondered all the time whether Professor Dumbledore, Fudge, and Mr. Weasley could rescue the MacGuffin.
Will something happen to Albert...will he be tortured, or worse...
Harry didn't dare to think about it any longer.
Because as far as he knew, if there was a hatred ranking for Voldemort faction, compared with McGuffin...it is estimated that McGuffin would still be above him.
Affected by Harry, Ron and Hermione's faces were not much better.
Even Charlie, Bill, and Percy felt a little worried about Mr. Weasley's sudden disappearance.
The game continued, but Harry's heart was completely different from this world.
"Ah, the Golden Snitch has appeared!"
Ludo Bagman's huge exclamation echoed over the court again.
…………
"Recover quickly!"
"Quickly wake up!"
"repair……"
--ah!ah!
McGuffin opened his eyes, and he screamed involuntarily.
He felt like his brain was about to explode, and the brain matter in his skull was as painful as if it had been boiled.
The uncontrollable taste and feeling in the mouth is filled with various fresh, spicy, bitter and itchy tastes.
A constant pungent smell of paint and methane mixed in the nose.
As for the constant rumbling in the ears,... crashing, trains running, thunder... the most common ones are all kinds of small and chaotic... the chanting and speaking of wizards from various countries.
The torso, limbs, hands and feet... He was even more uncontrollable, twitching and swaying wildly.
McGuffin's brain that controls everything seems to be stuffed with all kinds of 'junk' information...unable to process, blocking the transmission of nerve signals, making him paralyzed in place, feeling all kinds of messy feelings...like a broken robot.
(End of this chapter)
