Chapter 297 Resurrection Stone

"Barty, you're here!"

Bellatrix's husband, Rodolphus Lestrange, stood up from the ground and patted Barty Jr. on the shoulder, "The Dark Lord still has the foresight to let you act according to your own circumstances."

"Well, what's the situation at Master's place now?" Little Barty nodded and asked, "Can he deal with Dumbledore and Dracula by himself?"

"Don't worry, the master has his own way to deal with them." Rodolphus Lestrange said enthusiastically, "On the contrary, it is us who should settle accounts with those from the Order of the Phoenix!"

After saying that, he smiled sinisterly and turned to look at Sirius, Tonks and the others.

With the addition of Barty Crouch Jr., a new force, the gap between the two sides that was about to be evened seems to be leaning towards the Death Eaters again...

At this moment, Dracula's voice suddenly sounded next to the stone arch.

"Lucius, do it."

Before the Death Eaters could react, Lucius Malfoy pointed the wand at Rodolphus beside him as quickly as he could in his life——

"Petrificus Totalus!"

Rodolphus's face instantly froze, and the evil smile still hung on his stiff face.

"Lucius, what are you doing?!" Bellatrix stared at Lucius in shock, and instantly raised the wand in her hand to point it at him, "The traitor the master mentioned is you!"

She fiercely threw a death curse at Lucius, filled with hatred, as if this was not her brother-in-law, but an enemy who killed her father.

Lucius rolled on the ground in embarrassment, dodging the powerful death spell cast by Bella in anger, and then ran towards Sirius and the others with an anxious look on his face.

"One of our own! Don't do anything, I'm one of our own!" As he shouted, he came to Sirius and showed a flattering smile, "Sirius, Narcissa's cousin... I haven't seen him for a long time."

"Lucius, how could a scum like you think of coming to seek refuge with us?" Sirius looked at him with disgust and asked, "I thought you felt pleasure from kneeling down and licking Voldemort's feet... I really can't figure it out. Why would Professor Gula accept you?"

Lucius laughed twice, but in order to survive, he still smiled and stood among the Order of the Phoenix, making an expression that said Voldemort and I were at odds with each other.

"Lucius, the traitor is indeed you!"

Voldemort broke free from Dumbledore's water prison, and the raised water fell to the ground with a splash, soaking the uneven floor.

He then fired a green light at Lucius in a rage.

However, before the green light extended far, it was knocked aside by another spell from Dumbledore.

"Your opponent is me, Voldemort." Dumbledore said solemnly.

Voldemort's face was gloomy, veins were pulsing on his face, and he seemed extremely angry that he had been betrayed.

Then, he suddenly looked at Harry, who was fighting alongside Sirius.

Dumbledore's always calm expression suddenly changed.

"Protect Harry!" he shouted to Sirius hastily.

For the first time, Dumbledore's voice even sounded panicked.

Harry didn't understand why, but Sirius had already blocked him from behind and looked directly into Voldemort's eyes... But it was too late!

At that moment, Harry's scar exploded violently, and he even thought he was dead - this was an unimaginable pain, an indelible pain.

From Sirius's perspective, he noticed that Harry's eyes suddenly changed, the green childlike color turned scarlet, and cold, dark, and angry emotions emerged uncontrollably from his eyes.

The next moment, Harry spoke, his tone and eyes were equally cold, gloomy, and angry:

"Kill me now, Dumbledore..."

Harry struggled, his face was extremely pale, his whole body twitched, and he fell to the ground uncoordinatedly.

Sirius quickly held Harry in his arms and looked at Dumbledore helplessly.

And Harry was still saying cold words: "If death is nothing, Dumbledore, then kill this kid..."

"Who are you? You...are you Voldemort?" Sirius looked a little flustered, with strong anger in his tone, "Now! Get out of Harry's body!"

"Hehehehe... you can do it, Blake, kill him!" Harry opened and closed his mouth and kept talking, "Don't you really want to kill me? Come on now!"

Dumbledore ignored Voldemort's provocative words that controlled Harry, and walked slowly to Harry's side.

"Harry, can you hear me?" he said softly.

There was a bit of struggle in Harry's eyes, and the whites of his eyes rolled up, as if different consciousnesses were wresting control of his body.

"Dumbledore, come and kill him... Professor, I'm fine... Boy, give up, you are far less powerful than my consciousness... So what, this is my body..."

The two consciousnesses were constantly switching back and forth. Every muscle in Harry's body was exerting force, and his arms and thighs were twitching.

"Harry, stay focused, you can definitely do it!" Dumbledore said seriously, "Drive Voldemort out of your consciousness!"

"Potter, think about happy things!" Dracula used one hand to control the power overflowing from behind the stone arch. He also turned around and said to Harry, "Aren't you very experienced? Facing Dementors, When you have misunderstandings and hallucinations in your mind, how do you get rid of them?"

Harry suddenly heard the voices of Dumbledore and Dracula, and his eyes gradually became firm.

"Get...get out of my body..." He used all his strength to touch the wand that fell to the ground, and shouted:

“Calling God’s Guard (Expe)!

! "

A dazzling silver stag jumped out from the tip of the wand and leaped into the air.

Harry's childish color turned back to clear green again, he kept breathing heavily and slumped on Sirius's shoulder.

On the other side, Voldemort opened his eyes, glanced at Harry with gritted teeth, and gave the Death Eaters the order to retreat:

"Let's withdraw!"

Then, a black mist enveloped the nearby Death Eaters.

The black mist dissipated, and Voldemort and the Death Eaters in the Hall of Death disappeared.

At the stone archway, the dark gray curtains gradually calmed down and returned to the gentle fluttering appearance before.

Dracula withdrew his wand and walked over to Dumbledore.

"Our plan seems to have failed." Dumbledore sighed, "In the end, Voldemort still escaped."

"Actually, it's not a complete failure." Dracula held his chin and looked at Riddle, who was slumped on the steps far away. "At least one more Horcrux was recovered... If Voldemort did split his soul into seven pieces, then we already have four pieces here.”

"That's still something." Dumbledore nodded slowly and said softly, "By the way, can you let me take a look at the Horcrux ring you got from Voldemort?"

"It's just a ring, whatever you want." Dracula shrugged.

He waved to Riddle, who stood up with some pity and handed over the ring.

Dracula took the ring and handed it to Dumbledore, "Is there anything special about this thing?"

Dumbledore carefully took the ring in his hand, raised it to his eyes, and stared at it carefully.

His expression was gradually mixed with complex emotions such as surprise, joy, and nostalgia, and his eyes gradually became misty.

"If I'm not wrong, this should be one of the three Deathly Hallows..." Dumbledore looked at the superimposed symbol of triangles, circles and vertical lines on the black gemstone, and said hoarsely, "This is the Resurrection stone."

"The Resurrection Stone?" Dracula became interested and glanced at the ring, "Is it the stone that killed Cadmus Peverell? Tsk, tsk, only a fool would use such a boring thing."

"Ahem..." Dumbledore choked.

He was really prepared to wear this ring, meet his sister who passed away a hundred years ago, and make up for the regret he had never forgotten that summer.

"Oh? Judging from your expression, it seems there is some story." Dracula stared at Dumbledore with interest and said, "Do you have any ideas to tell me?"

"They are all old stories, there is no need to talk about them." Dumbledore shook his head, "I won't let Professor Dracula listen to my jokes."

Dracula wanted to encourage him a few more words, but at this moment, a series of Aurors and Ministry of Magic officials arrived belatedly and crowded out of the entrance to the Death Hall in panic.

"There they are!" a man yelled, pointing to the messy ground of the Death Hall, "I saw it, Mr. Fudge, I swear the mysterious man is back!"

"When I came back on duty, I heard the noise here, and then I came over and saw the mysterious man fighting with Dumbledore and the man with silver hair!"

"Are you really sure, Williamson?" Fudge said hurriedly, panting as if he had just run a marathon, still wearing pajamas under his pinstriped cloak.

"Oh my God! Here... here... at the Ministry of Magic! Merlin on top... it's unbelievable! I mean... how could this happen?"

"If you go to the room next to the Department of Mysteries, Cornelius," Dumbledore just changed the topic and stepped forward and said, "you will see several fainted eclipses in the Hall of Prophecy and the Hall of Time. The Dead Apostles are waiting for you to deal with them."

Fudge jumped up and down in shock, his slippered feet leaving the ground.

"Dumbledore! And Dracula!" Fudge was still panting. The moment he saw Dracula and Dumbledore in the Death Hall, his face became very nervous, "You... you are here! I... …”

He glanced wildly around at the Aurors he had brought with him, and it couldn't have been more obvious before he shouted, almost without thinking, "Get 'em!"

"Tsk, it seems that becoming a vampire has not affected your display of authority." Dracula saw through the poor human deformation on Fudge's face at a glance, and couldn't help but sneer when he saw the obvious low-level vampire characteristics on his body.

"You...what are you talking about! I can't understand!" Fudge's face turned red and he yelled loudly.

"It's okay, I'm waiting for the day when you are exposed." Dracula said with interest, "I want to see what your subordinates will think of you then."

"Cornelly, I am ready to fight your people again, and I will definitely win again!" Then Dumbledore also said, "But, a few minutes ago, your men also saw it with their own eyes, The fact that I have been emphasizing to you this year——"

"Voldemort is back! In the past twelve months, you have been going in the wrong direction. Now is the time for you to learn to use your brain!"

"I...I can't..." Fudge said angrily, looking around as if hoping someone could tell him what to do.

When he saw that no one was going to give him any advice, he turned to say: "Very good... Delis! Williamson! Go to the next room to see if the Death Eaters he mentioned are there."

"Dumbledore, are you going to tell me what... exactly happened tonight?" he added in a complaining tone, staring at the floor around him.

The ground was pitted and covered with traces of magic bombardment, and there were many water stains that could almost cover the soles of the feet. Only the stone arch stood there intact, its dark gray curtains fluttering silently.

"We can't talk about this again until I get Harry back to Hogwarts," Dumbledore said.

"Harry? Harry Potter?"

Fudge turned his head and stared at Harry, who was still lying in Sirius's arms, his spirit still not recovered from Voldemort's control just now.

"He... here?" Fudge asked, glaring at Harry. "Why? What on earth is going on?"

"I will explain everything," said Dumbledore, "when Harry returns to school."

With a casual move, he picked up a blown door lock from the ground, pointed his wand at it and silently said: "Portus."

The door lock emitted a blue light, shook the floor, and made a loud sound. After a few seconds, it became motionless again.

"How could you do this privately, Dumbledore?!" Fudge shouted. "You are not authorized to use the portkey! You can't do it openly in front of the Ministry of Magic, you - you -"

Dumbledore gave Fudge an imperious look over his half-moon glasses, and he immediately stuttered.

"You are to issue an order for Dolores Umbridge to leave Hogwarts," Dumbledore said. "Also, tell your Aurors to stop hiding the truth about Voldemort's return; I am going to give you..."

As he spoke, Dumbledore took out a magic watch with twelve hands from his pocket and took a look at it, "...Tonight, I can spare half an hour. I think we can talk about everything that happened here. The key issue."

"Then, I will go back to my school. If you need more help from me, of course, instead of coming to Hogwarts to find me, you might as well write to me and indicate it to the principal."

Because of Dumbledore's Army, Dumbledore was kicked out of Hogwarts by Fudge, but at this moment, Fudge could only let Dumbledore take the initiative and return to the school to continue being his principal.

Fudge's eyes had never been so wide, his mouth was open, and his round face was flushed beneath his matted gray hair.

"I...you..."

Dumbledore turned around and ignored him.

"Let's go, Professor Dracula." He said to Dracula, "We may still need to discuss the next plan."

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