Chapter 488
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 488
"Damn it, give way, don't block the road!"
"Don't come here, someone go back and say it! Ah, who poked my ass with that wand... FK! I'm going to turn him into a slug..."
Near the fireplace in Fudge's office... was tightly blocked by the wizards who had already come.
The Aurors were crowded together, and together with the corpses of the wrinkled monsters that had fallen, this place was even more crowded than a Muggle train station, and most wizards couldn't move at all.
A short wizard was even squeezed from the ground, cursing profusely with sweat.
The black mist suddenly disappeared, and one or two monsters were still pouring in from outside... attacking everyone, so that the unknown wizards could only stay where they were, while on the other hand, there were still a steady stream of 'reinforcement' Aurors coming in from the fireplace.
Makes it more crowded here.
The Aurors who came first complained about the wizards who came later, and the ones who came later pushed the first...
At this time, magic is not easy to use.
In order to deal with those monsters, the wizards crowded in the crowd waved their wands and kept accidentally injuring their colleagues.
There are even some wizards who cannot even wield a wand.
Of course, the fate of wrinkled-skinned zombies is not much better. Some monsters that have been stunned and lying on the ground... were trampled under the feet of these resentful wizards, almost turning into meat paste.
"Get out, get out, don't gather here!"
In the end, it was Fudge and the directors of the Auror department who roared together to disperse the Aurors into the corridors, the hall of the Ministry of Magic (jumping out of the broken wall) ... and disperse them into the offices on the next floor (opening a big hole through magic), which made the initial order here.
If Voldemort was still here, a spell could almost wipe out all the Aurors here.
It was a long time coming here before Cornelius Fudge could finally go down and see... what was going on.
He just seemed to see that Dumbledore had arrived there and was dueling a dark wizard.
"Can anyone tell me what happened?"
Although Fudge asked loudly in the crowd what was going on with the Aurors... But his eyes were clearly fixed on Dumbledore and the little wizard who was lying on the ground and looked crazy.
"Minister, the passage to the Floo network in the atrium is blocked! This is why we can't get in!"
"Fudge, the Department of Mysteries [Hall of Prophecy] is out of control, and unknown magical flames are spreading...We need [The Silencer] to cancel the [Anti-Apparition] magic there, and come to put out the fire... Otherwise, not only the [Hall of Prophecy] next door...the entire [Department of Mysteries] will not be preserved... If the entire flame spreads, even the office building of the Ministry of Magic will not be able to survive."
"Mr. Connelly, in the lowest and most secret place of the Ministry of Magic... the vault for ancient magic items has been breached, and we don't know what's missing..."
"Minister Fudge, we found that those wrinkled-skinned monsters were converted from Muggles and wizards... This is an unknown infectious magic curse similar to [Wolf Disease] and [Haemophilia], [Ghoulization (Wendigo)]...We must be vigilant...and we found the whereabouts of the wizard Erik and Ms. Mafalda Hopkirk...They...are also infected."
"Minister, we found that [Time Turner] is missing one!..."
"..."
Troubles kept appearing one after another, and all the Aurors gathered in front of Cornelius Fudge, reporting in one go, making his head almost explode.
Originally, Fudge wanted to question Dumbledore about what happened here, but many things, as well as the horror and fear among the Aurors present and other staff of the Ministry of Magic, made him have to deal with the most troublesome and important things first.
It took a long time for order to be restored here... The hall was crowded with people; the dark green flames began to shine in the fireplaces again; wizards and witches were organized to end the previous chaotic state, and the Aurors finally began to investigate this incident in an orderly manner; ...when his secretary Goodman began to count the loss of the Ministry of Magic in this incident...Fudge finally breathed a sigh of relief and had some free time.
He just looked at Dumbledore.
At this time, Dumbledore was casting the spell over and over again, trying to save the MacGuffin Albert who seemed to have gone crazy.
"He needs to go to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic...I know there are healers who specialize in treating injuries caused by this spell!" Fudge said loudly, "This little wizard is injured, and we need to transfer him in a safer way...Dumbledore, you must let go and let a professional take over, and then tell me what is going on?"
Fudge squatted beside the MacGuffin in a panic, checked the situation of the little wizard, and then gave a suggestion.
And at this time, McGuffin Albert, the little wizard, actually woke up.
His limbs were twitching constantly, as if he was in a state of epilepsy, his mouth was crooked and his nose was slanted, and he screamed crazily and loudly.
But at least he is not as stupid as before, unable to communicate at all.
"What's up with him?"
Fudge asked hesitantly, the performance of McGuffin has attracted the attention of most wizards here.
Dumbledore heaved a sigh of relief, and explained, "The magic curse of [Hall of Prophecy] has finally been temporarily suppressed, and then we can only hope that Albert can wake up with his own willpower...Of course, Cornelius...I still need you to lift the ban on some potion materials..."
"Oh... ok, what material!"
"The ash eggshell of the volcanic snake... the egg white solution of the East Asian Giant Eagle, the Cordyceps japonica, the thorn thorns of sea urchin... and the Baldrin concoction!"
"Dumbledore, what are you doing!"
"[Badrin's Brain Rejuvenation Potion] is a magic potion that is strictly prohibited in the Ministry of Magic's Plan No. 239... Don't you know what harm this potion caused to the Ministry of Magic in England and Europe?"
Fudge spoke harshly.
"Of course I know, but... shall we change places?" Dumbledore looked down at McGuffin's body gradually calming down, and then looked around.
Because Fudge called out loudly... people gradually noticed that this was coming, so he grabbed McGuffin and finally said to Fudge, "Shall we talk to Goodman's office?"
"And bring a bottle of [Rejuvenating Potion] or [Tranquilizer], by the way, and [Water of Life and Death]... McGuffin needs these!"
After speaking, he waved his wand and disappeared here.
Instead, Fudge was stunned.
He watched Dumbledore disappear in a daze, and then tried to cast [Apparition] himself.
——Bang, he himself was ejected far away in place. (This makes the other Ministry staff wizards turn away, trying to suppress a smile)
This aroused the great dissatisfaction of the Minister of Magic. He muttered, "Everyone is like this... Do you use this place as a public toilet? Come whenever you want... Leave as much as you want..."
After that, Fudge could only climb up the stairs of the Ministry of Magic office building step by step. (A large sloping pit appeared at the location of the original magic elevator, leading directly to the [Department of Mysteries] layer by layer. There are several Aurors there who are studying the strange traces of black oil, guessing what kind of black magic can cause all this.)
……
McGuffin opened his eyes, and he could clearly feel that he was transferred to another place by Dumbledore.
It could be felt that the old wizard's aging and thin arms contained strength that did not seem to be possessed by a person of his age.
Dumbledore leaned over and helped the immobile McGuffin onto an old sofa.
(This thing seems to have been conjured by Dumbledore's spell... However, McGuffin doesn't know, because at this time, he has no other energy to pay attention to these meaningless things. The feeling of continuous explosion in the nerves of the body, the whispers in his mind and various chaotic sounds are not driving him crazy all the time...)
"McGuffin! Keep your will, use [Occlumency] to isolate those sounds, isolate those feelings, and lock those memories that don't belong to you..."
McGuffin adjusted his thoughts, but waves of chaotic thoughts were sweeping through his brain, his self-awareness and rationality were like a small sampan in a storm, which might capsize and sink at any time.
"Teach, teach...professor...I, I can't do it." McGuffin struggled to spit out these words.
"You have to persevere, imagine that you are casting [Invocation of God's Protection]...to mobilize those positive and happy memories...remembering those good feelings is the only strength you can possibly persevere." Dumbledore said forcefully.
McGuffin didn't answer, he closed his eyes and tried to follow Dumbledore's suggestion, recalling his relevant memories.
It's a pity that he is indeed not as good as Harry in this aspect, and he has a deep distrust of others... making it difficult for McGuffin to recall positive and happy memories.
The first time I raised my wand... No, that was a pit of all evil... My current situation was caused by that broken wand.
Entering Hogwarts for the first time... Shirley, the 'lunatic' house ceremony, it was a mess...
Studying and living at Hogwarts...what a fart, dementors, basilisks, blood curses, three-headed dogs, fire dragons, six-armed giants, the plot is out of control... all kinds of shit like things are thrown at him one by one, and all kinds of deep pits are about to bury him to death...
The more McGuffin thought about it, the more he felt that the world was full of malice towards him.
However, now he has to work hard to search for good memories in his brain,
Happy things, think about it, what you can do, McGuffin... When are you the happiest...
McGuffin tried to remember.
He remembered the happiest moment for him... Malfoy was thrown up and down by him... Quirrell who cast the [Blood Curse] on himself was directly turned into a [headless golden statue], Voldemort was hit by the 'Bruce Lee' version of Harry to doubt his life... secretly knew Snape's little thoughts, and his little secret with Harry... and he inserted the wand directly into the dementor... and pulled Voldemort's head off...
Yes, he is the happiest at this time.
Shirley, so he is such a person!
McGuffin let out a sharp breath, relying on 'positive' emotions... finally isolated the messy memories and information in his brain.
At this time, the parchment system in McGuffin's mind, which was useless just now, can finally be retuned.
It shows:
[The brain domain continues to be in chaos, the specific reason: it is because the wizard memory fragments contained in the 19 [Crystal Balls of the Prophecy Hall]...have occupied 39% of the brain domain...]
[... Limbs, nerve signals of the five senses... Will continue to be in chaos... It has been compressed and processed by [Occlumency], and it is being isolated... The confusion is subsiding...]
[Follow-up effects: It will be affected by its wizard's memory fragments, change its personality, and may even mix with the host's memory, changing its self-consciousness, possibly causing schizophrenia, changing preferences, and behavior habits...]
[Solution: Method 19, use a large number of talent points to continue to suppress, it will cost about [-]...]
[Method [-], use amnesia potion for memory loss, the side effect is likely to erase your own memory...]
[Method [-], raise the level of Occlumency to make it enter the extraordinary stage, and then build the [Endless Brain Labyrinth] to disperse and sort out messy memories...]
[Method [-], try to use Badrin's mind-boosting potion many times... side effects, it is very likely to eliminate the host's subjective desires and feelings...]
【…】
McGuffin opened his eyes again,
At this time, Fudge also came with two bottles of medicine, panting.
"Rejuvenating potion, sip a little...you will feel better. But don't drink too much, it will aggravate your current state..." Dumbledore said.
"Yes, drink a little, we need to get some exact information from you." Fudge also added.
Dumbledore helped McGuffin pour a little of the potion in Fudge's hand, and it flowed into his mouth. McGuffin coughed from choking, and his throat was as hot as pepper.
The faces of Dumbledore and the others gradually became clear.
Dumbledore's expression was serious, Fudge's face was pale, and their eyes were fixed on McGuffin's face without blinking.
"The letter? Did you write it?"
"What's the matter with the Dark Lord? This kind of uncertainty...is no room for jokes."
"Connelly, I saw it with my own eyes, it is Voldemort...and who else would dare to attack...invade the Ministry of Magic..." Dumbledore interrupted Fudge's questioning.
Fudge tightly clenched his trembling fists, he still couldn't believe it, but he had to believe it,
"Merlin... This kind of thing... has never been seen before... My God, how could such a thing happen..."
It seems that although Fudge is skeptical, he is gradually accepting the serious fact of Voldemort's return.
In fact, he had to accept it, because only when the Dark Lord returned would he be able to explain the attack on the Ministry of Magic.
Otherwise, he, the Minister of Magic, would be kicked out of office because of his incompetence.
Only by raising a formidable, invincible, and feared enemy will British wizarding society maintain its throne of power.
Fudge understood this immediately.
(End of this chapter)
"Damn it, give way, don't block the road!"
"Don't come here, someone go back and say it! Ah, who poked my ass with that wand... FK! I'm going to turn him into a slug..."
Near the fireplace in Fudge's office... was tightly blocked by the wizards who had already come.
The Aurors were crowded together, and together with the corpses of the wrinkled monsters that had fallen, this place was even more crowded than a Muggle train station, and most wizards couldn't move at all.
A short wizard was even squeezed from the ground, cursing profusely with sweat.
The black mist suddenly disappeared, and one or two monsters were still pouring in from outside... attacking everyone, so that the unknown wizards could only stay where they were, while on the other hand, there were still a steady stream of 'reinforcement' Aurors coming in from the fireplace.
Makes it more crowded here.
The Aurors who came first complained about the wizards who came later, and the ones who came later pushed the first...
At this time, magic is not easy to use.
In order to deal with those monsters, the wizards crowded in the crowd waved their wands and kept accidentally injuring their colleagues.
There are even some wizards who cannot even wield a wand.
Of course, the fate of wrinkled-skinned zombies is not much better. Some monsters that have been stunned and lying on the ground... were trampled under the feet of these resentful wizards, almost turning into meat paste.
"Get out, get out, don't gather here!"
In the end, it was Fudge and the directors of the Auror department who roared together to disperse the Aurors into the corridors, the hall of the Ministry of Magic (jumping out of the broken wall) ... and disperse them into the offices on the next floor (opening a big hole through magic), which made the initial order here.
If Voldemort was still here, a spell could almost wipe out all the Aurors here.
It was a long time coming here before Cornelius Fudge could finally go down and see... what was going on.
He just seemed to see that Dumbledore had arrived there and was dueling a dark wizard.
"Can anyone tell me what happened?"
Although Fudge asked loudly in the crowd what was going on with the Aurors... But his eyes were clearly fixed on Dumbledore and the little wizard who was lying on the ground and looked crazy.
"Minister, the passage to the Floo network in the atrium is blocked! This is why we can't get in!"
"Fudge, the Department of Mysteries [Hall of Prophecy] is out of control, and unknown magical flames are spreading...We need [The Silencer] to cancel the [Anti-Apparition] magic there, and come to put out the fire... Otherwise, not only the [Hall of Prophecy] next door...the entire [Department of Mysteries] will not be preserved... If the entire flame spreads, even the office building of the Ministry of Magic will not be able to survive."
"Mr. Connelly, in the lowest and most secret place of the Ministry of Magic... the vault for ancient magic items has been breached, and we don't know what's missing..."
"Minister Fudge, we found that those wrinkled-skinned monsters were converted from Muggles and wizards... This is an unknown infectious magic curse similar to [Wolf Disease] and [Haemophilia], [Ghoulization (Wendigo)]...We must be vigilant...and we found the whereabouts of the wizard Erik and Ms. Mafalda Hopkirk...They...are also infected."
"Minister, we found that [Time Turner] is missing one!..."
"..."
Troubles kept appearing one after another, and all the Aurors gathered in front of Cornelius Fudge, reporting in one go, making his head almost explode.
Originally, Fudge wanted to question Dumbledore about what happened here, but many things, as well as the horror and fear among the Aurors present and other staff of the Ministry of Magic, made him have to deal with the most troublesome and important things first.
It took a long time for order to be restored here... The hall was crowded with people; the dark green flames began to shine in the fireplaces again; wizards and witches were organized to end the previous chaotic state, and the Aurors finally began to investigate this incident in an orderly manner; ...when his secretary Goodman began to count the loss of the Ministry of Magic in this incident...Fudge finally breathed a sigh of relief and had some free time.
He just looked at Dumbledore.
At this time, Dumbledore was casting the spell over and over again, trying to save the MacGuffin Albert who seemed to have gone crazy.
"He needs to go to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic...I know there are healers who specialize in treating injuries caused by this spell!" Fudge said loudly, "This little wizard is injured, and we need to transfer him in a safer way...Dumbledore, you must let go and let a professional take over, and then tell me what is going on?"
Fudge squatted beside the MacGuffin in a panic, checked the situation of the little wizard, and then gave a suggestion.
And at this time, McGuffin Albert, the little wizard, actually woke up.
His limbs were twitching constantly, as if he was in a state of epilepsy, his mouth was crooked and his nose was slanted, and he screamed crazily and loudly.
But at least he is not as stupid as before, unable to communicate at all.
"What's up with him?"
Fudge asked hesitantly, the performance of McGuffin has attracted the attention of most wizards here.
Dumbledore heaved a sigh of relief, and explained, "The magic curse of [Hall of Prophecy] has finally been temporarily suppressed, and then we can only hope that Albert can wake up with his own willpower...Of course, Cornelius...I still need you to lift the ban on some potion materials..."
"Oh... ok, what material!"
"The ash eggshell of the volcanic snake... the egg white solution of the East Asian Giant Eagle, the Cordyceps japonica, the thorn thorns of sea urchin... and the Baldrin concoction!"
"Dumbledore, what are you doing!"
"[Badrin's Brain Rejuvenation Potion] is a magic potion that is strictly prohibited in the Ministry of Magic's Plan No. 239... Don't you know what harm this potion caused to the Ministry of Magic in England and Europe?"
Fudge spoke harshly.
"Of course I know, but... shall we change places?" Dumbledore looked down at McGuffin's body gradually calming down, and then looked around.
Because Fudge called out loudly... people gradually noticed that this was coming, so he grabbed McGuffin and finally said to Fudge, "Shall we talk to Goodman's office?"
"And bring a bottle of [Rejuvenating Potion] or [Tranquilizer], by the way, and [Water of Life and Death]... McGuffin needs these!"
After speaking, he waved his wand and disappeared here.
Instead, Fudge was stunned.
He watched Dumbledore disappear in a daze, and then tried to cast [Apparition] himself.
——Bang, he himself was ejected far away in place. (This makes the other Ministry staff wizards turn away, trying to suppress a smile)
This aroused the great dissatisfaction of the Minister of Magic. He muttered, "Everyone is like this... Do you use this place as a public toilet? Come whenever you want... Leave as much as you want..."
After that, Fudge could only climb up the stairs of the Ministry of Magic office building step by step. (A large sloping pit appeared at the location of the original magic elevator, leading directly to the [Department of Mysteries] layer by layer. There are several Aurors there who are studying the strange traces of black oil, guessing what kind of black magic can cause all this.)
……
McGuffin opened his eyes, and he could clearly feel that he was transferred to another place by Dumbledore.
It could be felt that the old wizard's aging and thin arms contained strength that did not seem to be possessed by a person of his age.
Dumbledore leaned over and helped the immobile McGuffin onto an old sofa.
(This thing seems to have been conjured by Dumbledore's spell... However, McGuffin doesn't know, because at this time, he has no other energy to pay attention to these meaningless things. The feeling of continuous explosion in the nerves of the body, the whispers in his mind and various chaotic sounds are not driving him crazy all the time...)
"McGuffin! Keep your will, use [Occlumency] to isolate those sounds, isolate those feelings, and lock those memories that don't belong to you..."
McGuffin adjusted his thoughts, but waves of chaotic thoughts were sweeping through his brain, his self-awareness and rationality were like a small sampan in a storm, which might capsize and sink at any time.
"Teach, teach...professor...I, I can't do it." McGuffin struggled to spit out these words.
"You have to persevere, imagine that you are casting [Invocation of God's Protection]...to mobilize those positive and happy memories...remembering those good feelings is the only strength you can possibly persevere." Dumbledore said forcefully.
McGuffin didn't answer, he closed his eyes and tried to follow Dumbledore's suggestion, recalling his relevant memories.
It's a pity that he is indeed not as good as Harry in this aspect, and he has a deep distrust of others... making it difficult for McGuffin to recall positive and happy memories.
The first time I raised my wand... No, that was a pit of all evil... My current situation was caused by that broken wand.
Entering Hogwarts for the first time... Shirley, the 'lunatic' house ceremony, it was a mess...
Studying and living at Hogwarts...what a fart, dementors, basilisks, blood curses, three-headed dogs, fire dragons, six-armed giants, the plot is out of control... all kinds of shit like things are thrown at him one by one, and all kinds of deep pits are about to bury him to death...
The more McGuffin thought about it, the more he felt that the world was full of malice towards him.
However, now he has to work hard to search for good memories in his brain,
Happy things, think about it, what you can do, McGuffin... When are you the happiest...
McGuffin tried to remember.
He remembered the happiest moment for him... Malfoy was thrown up and down by him... Quirrell who cast the [Blood Curse] on himself was directly turned into a [headless golden statue], Voldemort was hit by the 'Bruce Lee' version of Harry to doubt his life... secretly knew Snape's little thoughts, and his little secret with Harry... and he inserted the wand directly into the dementor... and pulled Voldemort's head off...
Yes, he is the happiest at this time.
Shirley, so he is such a person!
McGuffin let out a sharp breath, relying on 'positive' emotions... finally isolated the messy memories and information in his brain.
At this time, the parchment system in McGuffin's mind, which was useless just now, can finally be retuned.
It shows:
[The brain domain continues to be in chaos, the specific reason: it is because the wizard memory fragments contained in the 19 [Crystal Balls of the Prophecy Hall]...have occupied 39% of the brain domain...]
[... Limbs, nerve signals of the five senses... Will continue to be in chaos... It has been compressed and processed by [Occlumency], and it is being isolated... The confusion is subsiding...]
[Follow-up effects: It will be affected by its wizard's memory fragments, change its personality, and may even mix with the host's memory, changing its self-consciousness, possibly causing schizophrenia, changing preferences, and behavior habits...]
[Solution: Method 19, use a large number of talent points to continue to suppress, it will cost about [-]...]
[Method [-], use amnesia potion for memory loss, the side effect is likely to erase your own memory...]
[Method [-], raise the level of Occlumency to make it enter the extraordinary stage, and then build the [Endless Brain Labyrinth] to disperse and sort out messy memories...]
[Method [-], try to use Badrin's mind-boosting potion many times... side effects, it is very likely to eliminate the host's subjective desires and feelings...]
【…】
McGuffin opened his eyes again,
At this time, Fudge also came with two bottles of medicine, panting.
"Rejuvenating potion, sip a little...you will feel better. But don't drink too much, it will aggravate your current state..." Dumbledore said.
"Yes, drink a little, we need to get some exact information from you." Fudge also added.
Dumbledore helped McGuffin pour a little of the potion in Fudge's hand, and it flowed into his mouth. McGuffin coughed from choking, and his throat was as hot as pepper.
The faces of Dumbledore and the others gradually became clear.
Dumbledore's expression was serious, Fudge's face was pale, and their eyes were fixed on McGuffin's face without blinking.
"The letter? Did you write it?"
"What's the matter with the Dark Lord? This kind of uncertainty...is no room for jokes."
"Connelly, I saw it with my own eyes, it is Voldemort...and who else would dare to attack...invade the Ministry of Magic..." Dumbledore interrupted Fudge's questioning.
Fudge tightly clenched his trembling fists, he still couldn't believe it, but he had to believe it,
"Merlin... This kind of thing... has never been seen before... My God, how could such a thing happen..."
It seems that although Fudge is skeptical, he is gradually accepting the serious fact of Voldemort's return.
In fact, he had to accept it, because only when the Dark Lord returned would he be able to explain the attack on the Ministry of Magic.
Otherwise, he, the Minister of Magic, would be kicked out of office because of his incompetence.
Only by raising a formidable, invincible, and feared enemy will British wizarding society maintain its throne of power.
Fudge understood this immediately.
(End of this chapter)
