The Real Hogwarts Chapter 116 Three Battlefields
In the hall of the Ministry of Magic, the wizards and witches who had come to handle business were leaving quickly.
No one dared to stay here for long. Even though the old man sitting in the chair in the middle had never killed anyone, his reputation as a dark wizard and a wanted criminal meant that no one dared to let others watch.
The chair under Dumbledore was certainly not handed to him by anyone. Even if some of the people present still had a good impression of him, no one had the courage to express even the slightest degree of closeness to him in front of so many people.
The wizard who was responsible for registering the wands and names of incoming visitors had been tied up and lying on the ground, face down with his neck shrunk. He was pretending to be dead while wishing he could bury his entire head in the ground like an ostrich.
The chair was just under him.
The Auror Command reacted quickly. They quickly gathered people through the fireplace and arrived at the entrance of the hall. Lucius Malfoy led the team personally. He saw an old man sitting in the middle of the hall, as contented as if he was in his own living room, his face as dark as if was covered with soot.
He commanded the Aurors to split into two groups, guarding the exit and entrance of the hall respectively, and surrounded Dumbledore in the middle.
Everyone drew their wands in full readiness, and hundreds of wands were pointed at the old man in the middle. However, the hands of the larger group of people holding the wands were trembling nervously, and sweat was on their foreheads, as if it was not hundreds of people surrounding one person, but one person surrounding hundreds of people.
"Albus Dumbledore..."
Lucius had a gloomy face and recognized the name of the old man on the chair. Dumbledore smiled and waved at him.
"Ha, it's been a long time since we last met, Lucius, my friend. I praised you before for your promising future, and you see, my vision was right. You have now become the leader of all Aurors."
Lucius stared into Dumbledore's eyes. He did not smile, but asked with an extremely cold look.
"What are you doing here?"
"What?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows. "To meet my greatest student, of course. Why? Doesn't he want to meet me?"
He smiled, like an old neighbor chatting about family matters, and the magic wand in his hand turned casually.
It was this moment that made the heartbeats slow down for a beat and they swallowed subconsciously.
Lucius's expression became increasingly grim.
The current situation is not that they surrounded Dumbledore, but that Dumbledore came to the Ministry of Magic and guarded them!
Before the Battle of Hogwarts seven years ago, he had never thought that this seemingly harmless old man could pose any threat. No matter how famous and renowned he was, Lucius had not experienced his peak period after all, so such contempt was normal.
But after participating in that battle, especially since Lucius was so close to the battlefield in the Astronomy Tower at that time and watched almost the entire contest between the two top wizards in the wizarding world, he clearly realized from the bottom of his heart how terrifying Dumbledore was.
Even if the old man loses in the end, it only proves that the winner is more terrifying, not that he is weak.
If they really started fighting now, most of the ten underground floors of the Ministry of Magic would be destroyed. It would be impossible for Dumbledore to kill all of them, but he could leave safely after paralyzing the Ministry of Magic.
He's using this Ministry to force Voldemort to come see him!
It was because he had thought this through clearly that Lucius was extremely nervous and uneasy at this moment. He didn't know what was happening outside at this moment that required Dumbledore to come to the Ministry of Magic in person. He also didn't know what weight the Ministry of Magic and the people in it held in Voldemort's heart at this moment, and whether it was worth it for him to come here in person.
Just as beads of sweat were sliding down Lucius' forehead, a voice that made him panic and delighted suddenly sounded behind him.
"It's been a long time, Professor Dumbledore."
A wizard with a tall stature, sharp features and extraordinary handsome appearance walked out from behind the Auror.
No one dared to stand in front of him. Every Auror standing here bowed to him in fear and trepidation, lowered their heads, and shouted in unison.
"gentlemen!"
Dumbledore leaned back in his chair, crossed his fingers and placed them on his knees, the smile on his face unchanged, looking across at the most powerful man in the wizarding world. He waved his hand, and someone brought him a chair. Then all the Aurors present, including Lucius, retreated and left the hall, leaving only Dumbledore and Voldemort, the teacher and student.
"Hogwarts, Azkaban, and the Ministry of Magic. You still understand me as well as before. You know that this is the only place I can't let go of." Voldemort looked into Dumbledore's eyes calmly. "But I'm still curious, how did you place people in the other two places?"
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Sirius and Lupin each carried a person on their backs.
Behind them were more than thirty ragged, skinny Azkaban prisoners!
At this time, they had already rushed to the gate of the prison, and nearly 80% of the Dementors on the entire island had gathered here.
Silver light flowed between them, and the scattered light illuminated the entire castle filled with gray fog.
But there were so many Dementors gathered in front of the prison door that they were almost endless. The Dementors whose bodies were melted near the silver light shrank back, while the Dementors at the back pushed forward.
The dead despair and the exhilarating hope competed with each other, but the final result was that the escaped prisoners became increasingly depressed.
Sirius gritted his teeth, used one hand to protect the unconscious wizard behind him to prevent him from falling off his back, and raised his wand with the other hand.
"the last time!"
Lupin also broke his usual gentleness and calmness. He roared and raised his wand above his head. Silver light flowed above them!
Every prisoner raised his wand like him. For a moment, dazzling light was shining down like the scorching sun!
"Expect God to Guard!"
Countless Patronus spells were chanted at the same time, the lights were condensing, and all kinds of animals stepped lightly in the air, leaving behind brilliant silver flying debris, swooping down towards the Dementors in front of the gate!
Wolves, dogs, cows, chickens, foxes, honey badgers, goats...more than thirty guardian gods worked together to create a huge gap for them!
The breath of freedom was blowing in the air. Outside the prison, Moody was leading dozens of other members of the Order of the Phoenix on broomsticks to deal with the Death Eaters stationed on the island. At the same time, he threw the broomsticks that had been prepared long ago at the feet of the prisoners!
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