Chapter 666 Obtaining the Chapter of the Ministry of Magic
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 666 Retaking the Ministry of Magic
"This……"
Before Scrimge made a sound, the relief on the curtain wall changed again.
Both the giant snake and the giant python disappeared, and what reappeared was——
An old, eerie humanoid.
It is tied to a strange giant tree with a triangular prism, and it is vividly displayed on this wall...
No, he is alive.
The ribbed chest was still rising and falling slightly, breathing continuously.
And at this moment, Scrimgeour also recognized what this monster was.
"Vodi...the mysterious man!"
Startled in his heart, he suddenly turned his head to look at Dumbledore, and shouted in a low voice in disbelief.
Dumbledore nodded, proving Scrimgeour's... trembling conjecture.
"This, this..." Scrimgeour couldn't even form words to express his inner shock at this moment.
He couldn't imagine that the old and strange face in front of him was the Dark Lord who was messing around and almost destroying the entire British wizarding world and Muggle society.
Even with his magical attainments, he couldn't recognize what a magical ceremony was in front of him in this situation (performed by Voldemort).
He didn't have the slightest impression of this in his mind.
Then, what frightened him even more was that the face on that scene slowly opened its red eyes, and began to stare at the two of them.
After a few breaths, the other party spoke.
The hissing sound was exactly the same as when Voldemort spoke in Scrimgeour's memory.
But the voice was more hoarse and heavy, like a real old version of Voldemort... being weirdly trapped here to talk to them.
"Rufus Scrimgeour...Albus Dumbledore, I didn't expect you to actually find one of my pillars..."
"Come in front of me, unfortunately..."
"Unfortunately, it's too late, my dear Professor Dumbledore... I've got the three pillars together."
Voldemort said very slowly, in a playful tone, "Your treasure boy Harry Potter is on my side..."
As he said that, the wall, that is, the layer of flesh and blood around him, began to vividly reveal the image of Diagon Alley:
——The relief of Harry Potter hangs in the air, staring coldly at a big man (Hagrid), as well as wizards such as MacGuffin Albert, talking about something...
It can be seen from the meticulous facial expressions...the two sides are confronting each other,
Reconnect with what Voldemort said just now.
Scrimgeour immediately took a deep breath, guessing based on the time, McGuffin and the others should actually be near the Leaky Cauldron...
With such a detailed scene, Rufus Scrimgeour couldn't help but a little believe it was real.
What he feared the most had happened.
No matter what the detailed process is, Harry Potter has indeed fallen into the hands of the Dark Lord... It may be worse than he imagined,
This is very demoralizing news for the wizards who resisted Voldemort.
The rumors that have been circulating in the wizarding world for so many years have given Harry a lot of halo
...the Savior, the Boy Who Lived, Voldemort's nemesis...
Although in normal times, everyone just listened to it as a joke, but in today's situation, the British wizards who resisted Voldemort urgently need a spiritual symbol, an excuse and courage to resist.
If it was true what Voldemort said, even Scrimgeour would be a little frustrated, let alone everyone else.
Scrimgeour looked at Dumbledore's face next to him.
But unexpectedly, Dumbledore was very indifferent to this, and it can even be said that he didn't care about the news at all.
On the contrary, the old bee was very interested, walking back and forth a distance away from the flesh and blood curtain wall... as if observing and studying something.
After Voldemort finished speaking, he stood back up slowly, and said to the old version of Voldemort who was restrained into a relief, "Three pillars? Tom? You are still like this... want to make up a dazzling statement to fool an old guy like me."
"Although my body or my magic power is already old and weak, my brain is still as sensitive as ever. Even because of some experience... I can easily see through your tricks."
"Pillar? This is the anchor point of your existence in this world, right?
"And it's not three, there should be seven... But you're not lying, it's true that only three pillars are the most important."
"The three pillars are composed of the three soul fragments that still exist in the world. They are the anchor and support for you to break through the magic boundary... and those three soul fragments, except for your body and the snake Nagia... are left in Harry's body."
"Looks like you finally got what you most wanted to know... out of poor Professor Trelawney's head," said Dumbledore.
"What, Voldemort's soul fragment...is on Harry... Could it be that Harry is also the [Horcrux] of the Dark Lord?"
Scrimgeour had finally figured out what Dumbledore had been keeping... from him.
But he hadn't gotten a response from Albus Dumbledore before Voldemort laughed.
The voice was hoarse and unpleasant, as if a night owl had come to life, piercing Scrimgeour's heart, making him extremely irritable and depressed.
"It seems that our new Minister of Magic still doesn't know many things!"
After the pair of red eyes gave Rufus a mocking look, they began to stare at Dumbledore again.
"Albus! Did you see?...Isn't everything I can do now a proof of something? Your ridiculous...love magic tricks...can have such a huge magic power to change this world? Can it restore us wizards to the ancient glory, the place we deserve?"
Voldemort's tone was even very intense, and at one point he pulled out half of his body from the wall of flesh and blood, spread out two pairs of old hands, and opened his arms as if embracing the whole world.
"Look at what's going on now...can't you realize your mistake?" he poked his head out.
"My mistake? Tom!" Dumbledore said with deep sadness on his face, "You are still the same as the first time I saw you, you only live in your own world, you don't care about others at all, and you don't really realize the beauty and power source of this world, and I can scare you with burning wardrobes and force you to reluctantly admit your mistakes. The world is over. But I hope I can still, Tom... I really hope I can..."
The expression revealed on Dumbledore's face...is a kind of teacher's deep regret for his gifted students going astray.
But this greatly angered Voldemort, his old face twisted and twitched.Like a puddle of burning candles being stirred indiscriminately.
The two looked at each other, both of them were very old faces, but one was full of regret and regret, while the other was full of anger.
The atmosphere was tense.
For a moment, Scrimgeour almost pulled out his wand, ready to strike Voldemort directly.
But fortunately, he didn't do anything, because Dumbledore said again the next moment, "Tom, as for the achievement you mentioned, I call it massacre... massacre of a whole city of people..."
Voldemort said with a sneer, "Someone should have done it long ago."
"Warning Muggles...is not a game of tricks, just talk."
"If we wizards want to regain the entire world, we need the period of goblin rebellion, the period of the collapse of the Roman Empire... that way the slaughter will spread all over the world, and blood and bones will be built into thrones... Only then can we establish the dominance of our wizards."
"As for the sacrifices and accidental injuries of some ordinary civilians... that can only be regarded as their bad luck... This is a necessary means to achieve a legitimate goal!"
"It's been like this since time immemorial."
"Okay, enough nonsense! Albus... I know why you're here. You want to destroy this pillar of my stay here..."
"But can you do it now?"
Saying that, the flesh and blood curtain wall began to squirm.
The original strange tree with triangular prisms continuously extended thousands of branches... Stretched out from the plane (like Voldemort's body), and pierced straight in mid-air in an instant.
Moreover, those tentacles of flesh and blood turned into branches, and there were dry skulls hanging from them. They opened and closed their hollow mouths, and violently burst out strange-colored magic lights at Dumbledore and the others...
Strange curses,
Blowing towards the face, almost drowning the two of them.
"The end of the curse!"
Dumbledore swung his wand loudly, drawing a sharp and sharp arc across the ground.
Temporarily blocking these spells on Ling's side can give the two of them some chance to catch their breath.
"Professor Dumbledore, how about...let's go back and get some more Aurors..." Scrimgeour said, he flinched a bit.
It is true that Voldemort's current image and abilities are far beyond his imagination.
Although Dumbledore didn't give up much, this old bee can really block those spells.
But Scrimgeour still couldn't think that the two of them alone could deal with a magical monster like Voldemort that had lost its human form.
He also saw that now Voldemort's magical power is connected to the living corpses in the whole of London, which can be said to be almost endless.
And in his state, there is nowhere to attack him, even if he uses the [Death Curse] to attack that guy, it probably won't be of much use.
But Dumbledore didn't heed Scrimgeour's advice.
He flicked his wand in the air, and a strange bird-like thing landed in the dim light and fell into the hands of the old bee.
Dumbledore grabbed the pointed end of the moldy object and shook it, and its empty body... immediately stiffened.
It's the Hogwarts Sorting Hat.
Scrimgeour recognized it, he didn't understand what Dumbledore was trying to do with the thing.
As for Voldemort, he laughed at Dumbledore's dementia.
Then he issued an even more terrifying spell, attacking them wave after wave, and those tentacles of flesh and blood began to attack the two of them from all directions.
Then, Dumbledore took out a gleaming silver sword from the sorting hat, and the ruby the size of a pigeon egg on it shone dazzlingly in the dim light.
It's a Gryffindor sword.
Scrimgeour had seen this sword once, and in his impression... this sword seemed to be just an ordinary, very sharp sword that was said to be a magic sword capable of destroying most curses.
Now...does Dumbledore want to take the sword and slash Voldemort in front of him?
This absurd idea hadn't turned around in Scrimgeour's mind before it actually came true.
Dumbledore rushed up directly, he put his wand on the long sword, held the wand and long sword with both hands, and pointed to the flesh and blood curtain wall with Voldemort's incarnation.
"Call God Guard!"
With a loud shout, a figure of a silver phoenix suddenly exhaled from the front of the silver sword, and the bright silver light danced and burned around Dumbledore's body.
Those evil tentacles of flesh and blood were like firewood meeting flames. When touched by the silver light, they sizzled and fell to the ground with a crackling sound, turning into some dry roots.
The magic power originally attached to them disappeared in an instant.
Dumbledore was like a silver lightning, not stopping for a moment,
All the curses that Voldemort uttered on the way (other than the [Death Curse]) were scattered by a collision. Even some powerful fatal spells were suddenly scattered by Dumbledore with his long sword.
Just like that... Albus Dumbledore rushed to the wall of flesh and blood, raised the long sword wrapped around the silver phoenix, and plunged straight into Voldemort's old head.
He didn't even give the Dark Lord a chance to beg for mercy, so he just engraved the relief on the wall of flesh and blood...
A sword split in two.
Sharp curses and screams pierced the deadly atmosphere of the Ministry of Magic,
Almost at the same time, the weird meat blanket on the ground, the tentacles of flesh and blood hanging from the ceiling, the bottomless pool of blood, and the penetrating nodular spider web all began to burn with a kind of transparent fire.
With the flames burning fiercely, everything is rapidly returning to normal.
The gold-plated fireplace with complicated magic patterns, the dark green smooth floor, the tadpole-shaped golden rune ceiling dome, and the familiar office building of the Ministry of Magic all became normal one by one.
It seemed that everything they experienced just now was just a horrible nightmare.
And Scrimgeour immediately remembered something extremely important.
He hastily looked back to the original 'eggshell containers'.
Inside those fireplaces, near... a whole bunch of wizards and Muggles lying crooked.
The blood-red umbilical cords connected to their bodies were being burned and disappeared into the air little by little, breaking away from them.
And the mutations on these unlucky ones (the appearance of dry skulls, the lush hair similar to werewolves, the carapace, or scales...fangs and claws, horned tails) were all burned by the translucent flame.
Although there are still some abnormalities, at least it has a human shape.
Scrimgeour was relieved to see this scene.
He immediately arranged for the two Aurors who had been watching the theater to go back there...help the other Aurors control these Muggles and wizards and move them outside...
"No, wait..." Scrimgeour canceled the order again.
He looked back at Dumbledore, wanting to ask his opinion.
However, the old wizard looked exhausted.
He leaned on the long silver sword and stood there gasping for breath, his long silver beard trembling with the violent breathing.
(End of this chapter)
"This……"
Before Scrimge made a sound, the relief on the curtain wall changed again.
Both the giant snake and the giant python disappeared, and what reappeared was——
An old, eerie humanoid.
It is tied to a strange giant tree with a triangular prism, and it is vividly displayed on this wall...
No, he is alive.
The ribbed chest was still rising and falling slightly, breathing continuously.
And at this moment, Scrimgeour also recognized what this monster was.
"Vodi...the mysterious man!"
Startled in his heart, he suddenly turned his head to look at Dumbledore, and shouted in a low voice in disbelief.
Dumbledore nodded, proving Scrimgeour's... trembling conjecture.
"This, this..." Scrimgeour couldn't even form words to express his inner shock at this moment.
He couldn't imagine that the old and strange face in front of him was the Dark Lord who was messing around and almost destroying the entire British wizarding world and Muggle society.
Even with his magical attainments, he couldn't recognize what a magical ceremony was in front of him in this situation (performed by Voldemort).
He didn't have the slightest impression of this in his mind.
Then, what frightened him even more was that the face on that scene slowly opened its red eyes, and began to stare at the two of them.
After a few breaths, the other party spoke.
The hissing sound was exactly the same as when Voldemort spoke in Scrimgeour's memory.
But the voice was more hoarse and heavy, like a real old version of Voldemort... being weirdly trapped here to talk to them.
"Rufus Scrimgeour...Albus Dumbledore, I didn't expect you to actually find one of my pillars..."
"Come in front of me, unfortunately..."
"Unfortunately, it's too late, my dear Professor Dumbledore... I've got the three pillars together."
Voldemort said very slowly, in a playful tone, "Your treasure boy Harry Potter is on my side..."
As he said that, the wall, that is, the layer of flesh and blood around him, began to vividly reveal the image of Diagon Alley:
——The relief of Harry Potter hangs in the air, staring coldly at a big man (Hagrid), as well as wizards such as MacGuffin Albert, talking about something...
It can be seen from the meticulous facial expressions...the two sides are confronting each other,
Reconnect with what Voldemort said just now.
Scrimgeour immediately took a deep breath, guessing based on the time, McGuffin and the others should actually be near the Leaky Cauldron...
With such a detailed scene, Rufus Scrimgeour couldn't help but a little believe it was real.
What he feared the most had happened.
No matter what the detailed process is, Harry Potter has indeed fallen into the hands of the Dark Lord... It may be worse than he imagined,
This is very demoralizing news for the wizards who resisted Voldemort.
The rumors that have been circulating in the wizarding world for so many years have given Harry a lot of halo
...the Savior, the Boy Who Lived, Voldemort's nemesis...
Although in normal times, everyone just listened to it as a joke, but in today's situation, the British wizards who resisted Voldemort urgently need a spiritual symbol, an excuse and courage to resist.
If it was true what Voldemort said, even Scrimgeour would be a little frustrated, let alone everyone else.
Scrimgeour looked at Dumbledore's face next to him.
But unexpectedly, Dumbledore was very indifferent to this, and it can even be said that he didn't care about the news at all.
On the contrary, the old bee was very interested, walking back and forth a distance away from the flesh and blood curtain wall... as if observing and studying something.
After Voldemort finished speaking, he stood back up slowly, and said to the old version of Voldemort who was restrained into a relief, "Three pillars? Tom? You are still like this... want to make up a dazzling statement to fool an old guy like me."
"Although my body or my magic power is already old and weak, my brain is still as sensitive as ever. Even because of some experience... I can easily see through your tricks."
"Pillar? This is the anchor point of your existence in this world, right?
"And it's not three, there should be seven... But you're not lying, it's true that only three pillars are the most important."
"The three pillars are composed of the three soul fragments that still exist in the world. They are the anchor and support for you to break through the magic boundary... and those three soul fragments, except for your body and the snake Nagia... are left in Harry's body."
"Looks like you finally got what you most wanted to know... out of poor Professor Trelawney's head," said Dumbledore.
"What, Voldemort's soul fragment...is on Harry... Could it be that Harry is also the [Horcrux] of the Dark Lord?"
Scrimgeour had finally figured out what Dumbledore had been keeping... from him.
But he hadn't gotten a response from Albus Dumbledore before Voldemort laughed.
The voice was hoarse and unpleasant, as if a night owl had come to life, piercing Scrimgeour's heart, making him extremely irritable and depressed.
"It seems that our new Minister of Magic still doesn't know many things!"
After the pair of red eyes gave Rufus a mocking look, they began to stare at Dumbledore again.
"Albus! Did you see?...Isn't everything I can do now a proof of something? Your ridiculous...love magic tricks...can have such a huge magic power to change this world? Can it restore us wizards to the ancient glory, the place we deserve?"
Voldemort's tone was even very intense, and at one point he pulled out half of his body from the wall of flesh and blood, spread out two pairs of old hands, and opened his arms as if embracing the whole world.
"Look at what's going on now...can't you realize your mistake?" he poked his head out.
"My mistake? Tom!" Dumbledore said with deep sadness on his face, "You are still the same as the first time I saw you, you only live in your own world, you don't care about others at all, and you don't really realize the beauty and power source of this world, and I can scare you with burning wardrobes and force you to reluctantly admit your mistakes. The world is over. But I hope I can still, Tom... I really hope I can..."
The expression revealed on Dumbledore's face...is a kind of teacher's deep regret for his gifted students going astray.
But this greatly angered Voldemort, his old face twisted and twitched.Like a puddle of burning candles being stirred indiscriminately.
The two looked at each other, both of them were very old faces, but one was full of regret and regret, while the other was full of anger.
The atmosphere was tense.
For a moment, Scrimgeour almost pulled out his wand, ready to strike Voldemort directly.
But fortunately, he didn't do anything, because Dumbledore said again the next moment, "Tom, as for the achievement you mentioned, I call it massacre... massacre of a whole city of people..."
Voldemort said with a sneer, "Someone should have done it long ago."
"Warning Muggles...is not a game of tricks, just talk."
"If we wizards want to regain the entire world, we need the period of goblin rebellion, the period of the collapse of the Roman Empire... that way the slaughter will spread all over the world, and blood and bones will be built into thrones... Only then can we establish the dominance of our wizards."
"As for the sacrifices and accidental injuries of some ordinary civilians... that can only be regarded as their bad luck... This is a necessary means to achieve a legitimate goal!"
"It's been like this since time immemorial."
"Okay, enough nonsense! Albus... I know why you're here. You want to destroy this pillar of my stay here..."
"But can you do it now?"
Saying that, the flesh and blood curtain wall began to squirm.
The original strange tree with triangular prisms continuously extended thousands of branches... Stretched out from the plane (like Voldemort's body), and pierced straight in mid-air in an instant.
Moreover, those tentacles of flesh and blood turned into branches, and there were dry skulls hanging from them. They opened and closed their hollow mouths, and violently burst out strange-colored magic lights at Dumbledore and the others...
Strange curses,
Blowing towards the face, almost drowning the two of them.
"The end of the curse!"
Dumbledore swung his wand loudly, drawing a sharp and sharp arc across the ground.
Temporarily blocking these spells on Ling's side can give the two of them some chance to catch their breath.
"Professor Dumbledore, how about...let's go back and get some more Aurors..." Scrimgeour said, he flinched a bit.
It is true that Voldemort's current image and abilities are far beyond his imagination.
Although Dumbledore didn't give up much, this old bee can really block those spells.
But Scrimgeour still couldn't think that the two of them alone could deal with a magical monster like Voldemort that had lost its human form.
He also saw that now Voldemort's magical power is connected to the living corpses in the whole of London, which can be said to be almost endless.
And in his state, there is nowhere to attack him, even if he uses the [Death Curse] to attack that guy, it probably won't be of much use.
But Dumbledore didn't heed Scrimgeour's advice.
He flicked his wand in the air, and a strange bird-like thing landed in the dim light and fell into the hands of the old bee.
Dumbledore grabbed the pointed end of the moldy object and shook it, and its empty body... immediately stiffened.
It's the Hogwarts Sorting Hat.
Scrimgeour recognized it, he didn't understand what Dumbledore was trying to do with the thing.
As for Voldemort, he laughed at Dumbledore's dementia.
Then he issued an even more terrifying spell, attacking them wave after wave, and those tentacles of flesh and blood began to attack the two of them from all directions.
Then, Dumbledore took out a gleaming silver sword from the sorting hat, and the ruby the size of a pigeon egg on it shone dazzlingly in the dim light.
It's a Gryffindor sword.
Scrimgeour had seen this sword once, and in his impression... this sword seemed to be just an ordinary, very sharp sword that was said to be a magic sword capable of destroying most curses.
Now...does Dumbledore want to take the sword and slash Voldemort in front of him?
This absurd idea hadn't turned around in Scrimgeour's mind before it actually came true.
Dumbledore rushed up directly, he put his wand on the long sword, held the wand and long sword with both hands, and pointed to the flesh and blood curtain wall with Voldemort's incarnation.
"Call God Guard!"
With a loud shout, a figure of a silver phoenix suddenly exhaled from the front of the silver sword, and the bright silver light danced and burned around Dumbledore's body.
Those evil tentacles of flesh and blood were like firewood meeting flames. When touched by the silver light, they sizzled and fell to the ground with a crackling sound, turning into some dry roots.
The magic power originally attached to them disappeared in an instant.
Dumbledore was like a silver lightning, not stopping for a moment,
All the curses that Voldemort uttered on the way (other than the [Death Curse]) were scattered by a collision. Even some powerful fatal spells were suddenly scattered by Dumbledore with his long sword.
Just like that... Albus Dumbledore rushed to the wall of flesh and blood, raised the long sword wrapped around the silver phoenix, and plunged straight into Voldemort's old head.
He didn't even give the Dark Lord a chance to beg for mercy, so he just engraved the relief on the wall of flesh and blood...
A sword split in two.
Sharp curses and screams pierced the deadly atmosphere of the Ministry of Magic,
Almost at the same time, the weird meat blanket on the ground, the tentacles of flesh and blood hanging from the ceiling, the bottomless pool of blood, and the penetrating nodular spider web all began to burn with a kind of transparent fire.
With the flames burning fiercely, everything is rapidly returning to normal.
The gold-plated fireplace with complicated magic patterns, the dark green smooth floor, the tadpole-shaped golden rune ceiling dome, and the familiar office building of the Ministry of Magic all became normal one by one.
It seemed that everything they experienced just now was just a horrible nightmare.
And Scrimgeour immediately remembered something extremely important.
He hastily looked back to the original 'eggshell containers'.
Inside those fireplaces, near... a whole bunch of wizards and Muggles lying crooked.
The blood-red umbilical cords connected to their bodies were being burned and disappeared into the air little by little, breaking away from them.
And the mutations on these unlucky ones (the appearance of dry skulls, the lush hair similar to werewolves, the carapace, or scales...fangs and claws, horned tails) were all burned by the translucent flame.
Although there are still some abnormalities, at least it has a human shape.
Scrimgeour was relieved to see this scene.
He immediately arranged for the two Aurors who had been watching the theater to go back there...help the other Aurors control these Muggles and wizards and move them outside...
"No, wait..." Scrimgeour canceled the order again.
He looked back at Dumbledore, wanting to ask his opinion.
However, the old wizard looked exhausted.
He leaned on the long silver sword and stood there gasping for breath, his long silver beard trembling with the violent breathing.
(End of this chapter)
