Chapter 618: Face it, Connelly
Voldemort and Dumbledore are at odds with each other.
"By the time they arrive, I'll be gone and you'll be dead!" Voldemort said viciously, raising his hand and casting another killing curse.
The target was still Soul and the others, but Dumbledore just waved the Elder Wand lightly, and the green light deviated from the direction, blowing up the table in the distance that was used to register guests.
Seeing that Voldemort's repeated attempts to stop him and others were ineffective, Soul put down his wand, quickened his pace, and urged Hermione, Harry and Ginny to jog.
Seeing Soul and Harry approaching the fireplace.
Voldemort became a little anxious, and fired several more curses in succession, attacking them from various tricky angles, but they were blocked by Dumbledore one by one.
"Are you just going to stand there and be a turtle shell? Dumbledore!"
Voldemort disappeared and reappeared suddenly. Each time he disappeared and appeared, there would be one or two spells, attacking Dumbledore, Soul and others separately.
"Buzz..." Golden magic power rippled and flowed out from the tip of the Elder Wand, erecting a golden shell.
"Go back to Hogwarts." A handful of silver dust appeared in Dumbledore's other hand and he threw it into the fireplace.
"Peng..." The green flame ignited.
Hermione was the first, and because of Soul's private message, she was pushed into the fireplace by Soul, "Hogwarts."
Green flames swirled and Hermione disappeared.
The second one is Ginny.
She was safe too.
The third---
"Do you think there's nothing I can do if you do this? Dumbledore?!"
Voldemort's voice reappeared. At this time, he was no longer as graceful as before. Black mist was surging all over his body. The failure of multiple angle attacks to break the golden turtle shell in front of him made him extremely angry.
"Potter, give me the stuff!"
As Voldemort's gloomy and angry voice fell, Harry, who was about to step into the flames of the fireplace, paused in his steps and pulled back abruptly. He bent down and let out a scream.
At the same time, one after another magic spells hit the golden protective shield, causing ripples one after another.
"Master!!" Bellatrix's voice sounded, and the group of people downstairs moved the battlefield above.
"What a good thing you have done!" Voldemort was furious, "You useless trash."
"Master! I tried my best, I tried my best." Bellatrix screamed, dodging the spell coming from behind, and her screams were filled with sorrow.
"Attack here, Bella."
What sounded at this time was Harry's voice. Inside the golden protective shield, Harry's eyes changed and turned into a pair of snake eyes.
Bella didn't know anything. She just heard the order and immediately pulled out her wand. This was no longer the small room downstairs, and all kinds of destructive magic could be used.
The golden light ripples on the shield, making it difficult for people outside to see clearly, but it still faithfully blocks the curse.
Within the shield, Harry was obviously being controlled.
"Dumbledore." Soul quickly pulled out his wand and shot a binding spell, binding Harry's body tightly. He turned his head and looked at the old bee who maintained the protective shield.
Dumbledore changed and became angry, but his eyes were unusually calm and he glanced at Soul.
this...
Soul read another meaning from Dumbledore's eyes.
The movements in his hands stagnated.
"Kill me, Dumbledore, kill this child, come on!" Harry was controlled and screamed with laughter, struggling bit by bit at the same time.
"Why don't you dare to take action? Dumbledore, why don't you dare to leave this turtle shell?"
At this time, Harry was not feeling well. He felt like he had left his body and was entangled in a circle formed by a red-eyed monster. He was so entangled that he didn't know where his body ended or where it started. At first, they seemed to blend together---
He could really feel that his hand was touching the ball, the prophecy ball that was placed in the inner pocket of the wizard's robe and had been protected by him.
The one thing Voldemort wanted.
No---No! no way! ! !
……
The plot has changed, Suhr is sure. In the original work, the confrontation scene between Dumbledore and Voldemort, two people standing at the top of the wizarding world's power pyramid, did not appear.
There is no Water Release and Water Prison Technique, there is no Fire Release and Fire Python Technique, and there are no other exciting battles.
From beginning to end, it was Dumbledore who was being beaten while holding the shield.
Everything that should have happened was erased with an eraser, jumping directly to the section where Harry was controlled.
"why?"
Soul stood in the golden shield, which was slowly disappearing. Voldemort was gone, as were his men who were still standing, and the prophecy ball that had been protected by Harry was also gone.
Outside stood a group of members of the Order of the Phoenix.
Just now, Sur watched the ball being taken out by Harry, and then Gululu rolled outside.
A black mist enveloped it,
During this period, you can completely block it, and at the worst, you can destroy it.
But Dumbledore was indifferent and used his eyes to stop Soul from doing this.
"I'll explain it to you when I get back." Dumbledore said softly, with a faint sense of weakness in his voice. He turned to look at the fireplace on the other side.
"Now, they're here."
Green flames were ignited in the fireplaces on both sides, and figures appeared in them. They looked at the messy hall in shock and horror.
Torches and the golden chandelier on the ceiling also lit up.
The Ministry of Magic, which had been dark just a short time ago, came to life.
"Merlin, what happened?" The current Minister of Magic Fudge's voice also sounded. He stepped out of the fireplace blankly and immediately turned his attention to Dumbledore, who was standing with Soul.
As for almost every member of the Order of the Phoenix who was injured, he ignored them.
"It's him, Minister, it's him!" A frightened voice answered Fudge's doubts. This was a slightly fat witch with brown curly hair.
"He is back!"
"I saw it too, he was right here just now!" A man with a ponytail and a red suit shouted loudly, pointing to the ground not far from Dumbledore, where a black mist still remained. The next moment the man pointed it over, he completely disappeared.
"I was with Rowling and we saw it clearly. I swear, I saw it absolutely right."
"Oh, Williamson." Fudge said weakly and vaguely. He just wanted to pretend not to know, but he was stabbed in the back by his pig teammate. In fact, he also saw it.
"Yes - but how is that possible - right here, the Ministry of Magic -"
“Incredible---”
"It's nothing incredible, Cornelius." Dumbledore said, "If you don't believe it, you can go to the Department of Mysteries below and have a look."
"You will find a few criminals who escaped from Azkaban. I think you can get the facts you want to confirm from their mouths."
"No--no---" Fudge was completely panicked under Dumbledore's calm gaze, oh no, it seemed to him that it was almost forcing.
"The fugitive, the fugitive is here, catch him."
No one moved, everyone was watching Fudge's ridiculous performance.
"Oh, okay, Williamson, Deluxe." Fudge fussed for a while, then lowered his head weakly, "Go and have a look, go below and have a look."
"This is a wise decision, Cornelius, it's time to face reality." Dumbledore said softly, bent down to look at Harry's condition, and quickly straightened up again.
"It is undeniable that Voldemort is back. You have been chasing the wrong person in these twelve months."
"No--this---" Fudge shook his head feebly. He was still trying to deny it. He raised his head and looked at the people who usually stood with him. No one spoke. In the face of this ironclad fact, ---
Dumbledore looked at Fudge, who was almost paralyzed on the ground, and shook his head slightly.
Facing Sur.
"Please, Ebo," he said, "Take Harry back to Hogwarts and hand him over to Poppy. See you in half an hour."
