Chapter 602: Shocking Changes!!

"Voldemort!"

A middle-aged man wearing the standard Auror robe walked out of the crowd, seemingly unafraid of the Dark Lord's reputation. His voice was firm and powerful, as if he was scolding an ordinary Dark Wizard criminal.

He looks like an old lion, with tawny hair and thick eyebrows mixed with strands of gray, which makes people clearly feel that he is a sharp and tough guy. Behind the gold-rimmed glasses is a pair of sharp eyes, and his left leg is a bit lame. But when he walks, he has a cool and unrestrained temperament.

The surrounding Ministry of Magic staff and Aurors moved quietly, completely blocking all roads to the Prophecy Hall. Some wizards' wands trembled slightly, both in fear and excitement. Fudge's long-standing slander still played some role. At least the average Auror did not expect that Principal Dumbledore's warning turned out to be true...

The aisle next to display shelf No. 97 is quite spacious. Voldemort stood alone in the middle of the aisle, while Loren and others faced him and stepped back in small steps.

Inside the gray crystal ball, a dim blue light loomed.

"Rufus Scrimgeour, I know your name."

Voldemort turned to look at the director of the Auror Office. He knew that Lucius could not do anything well and had missed the most troublesome person. However, he did not care very much and moved his eyes to the right to look at the blond witch next to him:

"I don't remember any other female officials in the Ministry of Magic, are you?"

"Bertha Jorkins, Assistant to the Secretary."

"Did you notice something strange about Cornelius Fudge?" Voldemort squinted his eyes. Hearing the position of her assistant minister, he quickly deduced the current situation based on various signs. He licked his lips and said in a hoarse voice, "No wonder My servant disappeared after entering the Ministry of Magic. You specially set a trap..."

Bertha Jorkins nodded: "After Minister Fudge came back from the banquet at Malfoy Manor, he became passionate about work, concerned about the rotational deployment of Aurors, and asked when the furloughed staff would return to work. This is really weird... But Minister Fudge is willing to trust me even if he is under the Imperius Curse, or he is willing to open his heart to me, and he is not defensive at all when assigning tasks..."

At this point, she blinked: "So I reported the situation to Director Scrimgeour immediately. You may not know that most of Director Scrimgeour's energy after joining the work was devoted to dealing with dark wizards, so for You...the power of the Dark Lord will not be underestimated. In addition, he is a resolute gentleman. He quickly recalled all the Aurors and prepared them. After the Death Eaters entered the Ministry of Magic, you entered the Prophecy Hall alone, and the other Death Eaters. The disciples were scattered and defeated. Except for a few die-hards who resisted desperately, most of the dark wizards have been taken into custody. "

"Rufus Scrimgeour..." The red light in Voldemort's eyes became more obvious, and his voice wavered in the prophecy hall, "When did you first know?"

"I have never doubted Dumbledore." Scrimgeour said with a stern face. So many things happened last summer, including the werewolf riots in New York, the reappearance of the Dark Mark of the World Cup, and Crouch's death in the Goblet of Fire. He never believed it was a coincidence. .

"Dumbledore, Dumbledore again..."

A ferocious smile appeared on Voldemort's lips, and his wand flashed a pale green light, "Where is Dumbledore? Are your remaining Aurors still in Knockturn Alley? Can you wait until he comes back?"

"I think it's okay."

With the cry of a phoenix, a bright fire ignited out of thin air. Dumbledore, wearing a gray cloth robe and silver beard, walked out of the flames with a smile on his face. This operation completely eliminated Voldemort. minions, paving the way for subsequent actions:

"Long time no see, Tom."

Voldemort's face was terrifyingly gloomy, and he gritted his teeth: "Dumbledore..."

"Headmaster Dumbledore!"

Ginny lowered her voice, unable to hide the surprise in her voice.

Dumbledore smiled softly and looked around: "I think we can let them evacuate the Prophecy Hall first, what do you think?"

He waved his hand and signaled Scrimgeour to take the Aurors and staff away from the battlefield quickly. Loren and others on the other side were a little stunned. They couldn't figure out why they didn't besiege Voldemort with such a good opportunity, but they still followed the principal's wishes and infiltrated the Aurors. The group retreated around display rack No. 97.

Voldemort held the yew wand at an angle and watched the closely surrounded Aurors gradually withdraw from the Prophecy Hall, with a sneer on his gloomy face:

"You are still the same, Dumbledore. You always show your stupid compassion and kindness in front of others. You are so hypocritical and disgusting!"

Dumbledore said calmly: "You are more stupid for coming here today than I was for asking them to evacuate, aren't you, Tom?"

"But you gave up this opportunity. This will be the thing you regret the most in the rest of your life!" Voldemort couldn't help laughing, quickly swung his wand, and fired the killing curse that he had been preparing for a long time.

"[Avada Kedavra]"

boom--

Dumbledore calmly and calmly held the wand made of simple material in front of him. Two majestic magical powers collided together. The dazzling red beam and the death curse stirred up liquid-like sputtering magical power. The crystal-clear will prophesy The hall was illuminated like daylight, and the powerful impact caused the candlelight in the prophecy hall to shake violently.

Then more magic spells flew, and the floor of this floor shook violently. A strong shock wave erupted from the intersection of the magic spells. The display shelf was shaken violently, and the crystal ball fell from the shelf. Into hundreds and thousands of fragments.

Loren and others who exited the prophecy hall heard a dull bombardment inside, and the crisp sound of crystal cracking echoed throughout.

"The battlefield will be moved at any time. Continue to retreat. All non-combatants withdraw from the Department of Mysteries! Leave five Auror teams on standby!"

"Yes, Director!"

"Don't be stupid and squeeze into the elevator, don't fall behind, don't get scattered, take the stairs!"

Exiting the Time Hall and entering the circular room, Rufus Scrimgeour was conducting in an orderly manner, with Bertha Jorkins following closely beside him. Some clerks in the civil service department only felt that their minds were still confused, and their movements were slow and chaotic. Fortunately, the surrounding Aurors were well-trained and led them to retreat to the corridor and retreat all the way.

boom--

The floor shook slightly, and the shift in the center of gravity brought a slight feeling of weightlessness. The Aurors slowed down and paid attention to the civilian staff around them to ensure that the entire team remained stable.

"Director Scrimgeour, are my dad and Percy okay?"

Ron couldn't help but ask.

Jorkins put one arm around Ginny and patted his shoulder with the other: "Percy was slightly injured in the first battle with the Death Eaters. Mr. Weasley is taking care of him upstairs. ”

"What happened in the first battle?" Harry couldn't help it anymore. Voldemort suddenly appeared, the Aurors suddenly appeared, and Dumbledore suddenly appeared. There were too many surprises and shocks today. He It's a bit unbearable.

Jorkins glanced at Loren and Hermione next to him, and explained in a low voice: "After the Death Eaters in Knockturn Alley appeared, Minister Fudge and Director Thicknesse planned to send out all the Aurors on duty to let them The Death Eaters attacked the almost undefended Ministry of Magic, but we didn't leave at all and stayed hidden in the Ministry, waiting for them to relax their vigilance and then disperse the intruding Death Eaters."

"What about the Death Eaters in Knockturn Alley?" Hermione asked.

"Your professor went to deal with them." Jorkins blinked.

Loren looked down along the stairs. The figures of Dumbledore and Voldemort were blurred, leaving only the magic light splashing everywhere and two bright magic sources.

Returning to the main hall on the eighth floor underground, the Department of Mysteries was on the ninth floor underground. Even on the eighth floor, they could still feel weak vibrations being transmitted along the ground.

Jorkins checked the situation of the fireplace and quickly said: "The fireplace can still be used. The battle below may spread here at any time. Non-combatants line up to use the fireplace to evacuate. It is forbidden to reveal any information about Voldemort and Death Eaters. Do you understand?" "

"clear……"

Looking at the few ungraduated wizards around him, Jorkins thought for a moment: "Go upstairs. Do you know the Office for Prohibiting the Misuse of Muggle Items? Mr. Weasley and Percy are in the office."

Just as a few people were about to go upstairs, the green light of the fireplace on the corridor outside the main hall flashed, and a hooded figure appeared in front of everyone.

…

The sharp fragments of the crystal ball, the broken wood pieces of the display rack, and the broken root of the candlestick were driven by Dumbledore's transfiguration, intercepting Voldemort's terrifying death curse, turning into sharp sharp points and stabbing them at speed.

"You know you can't kill me!"

Sharp cuts from all directions cut through the air and made a whistling sound. Voldemort could feel the dull pain on the surface of his skin: "Do you want to cut my body into pieces? You should really let those Aurors see your cruel methods now!"

He pointed the wand at his left hand, and a scarlet flame suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand. He held the flame in front of his mouth and spread the flame around his body like a python exhaling. All the crystals, wood blocks and copper candlesticks were burned to ashes. Silks fell to the ground.

Voldemort's wand flipped again, and the ashes gathered together, turning into a python with white spots on a black background. It carried most of the fragments in the room and rushed towards Dumbledore. A thick green beam of light followed closely behind the snake's body.

"Who could be more cruel than you?"

Dumbledore's figure flickered and disappeared. When he reappeared, he was already behind Voldemort. While avoiding the bite of the giant python, he also let the death curse fail. He ignited the python casually, and the blazing flames illuminated the old man's face. He He said calmly, "You have failed, Tom. This was doomed from a long time ago!"

The flames flew wildly and compressed Voldemort's space for movement. He waved his wand without panic, and his figure floated lightly, weightless like a ghost: "It was those stupid and incompetent slaves who failed. This proves nothing... Soon all wizards in the magical world You will know that the great Dark Lord is back, more servants will join the Mark of the Dark Lord, and death and fear will help them make the right choice!"

Along the way, bursts of black mist were sprinkled, annihilating the burning flames.

Dumbledore's voice turned cold: "Use blood and death to spread fear, you will never understand the power of love, you will not have sincere allies, and you are destined to fail forever!"

After saying this, Dumbledore stepped forward and floated in mid-air. The flames behind him gathered together. The wand shook, and the flames seemed to turn into wings. Dumbledore was like a phoenix spreading its wings. Two broad flame wings flapped together fiercely, and the flames seemed to turn into wings. Voldemort looms over it.

Voldemort's robes fluttered, and he roared loudly: "The Dark Lord doesn't need allies! Dumbledore, do you really think you can defeat me?"

Shining silver brilliance surged out from the tip of the yew staff, surrounding Voldemort. It spread like a liquid and gathered into a ball. The moment the flames collided with the silver ball of light, a low trembling sound was emitted. Voldemort seized the opportunity, and his figure instantly disappeared in the original place. land.

It was just that the silver shield and the Apparition could not help him get rid of the wings of fire. As soon as the pale-skinned figure appeared from the corner of the prophecy hall, two wide flames blazed over again.

Voldemort roared angrily, waved his wand, smashed the wall behind him, and quickly retreated.

The gravel flew, and all kinds of clocks in the time hall were knocked to the ground, making a clanging sound. Voldemort did not hesitate, quickly swept over the clock fragments, swept through the room, and rushed out of the time hall, leaving only black mist scattered everywhere.

Dumbledore glanced at the glittering bell-shaped crystal cover, and his silver-white beard and hair were illuminated by the flames. The old man who had been enjoying life in school for a long time now had a cold face and majestic dignity.

On the other side, Voldemort, who was panicking, ran straight into the five Auror teams waiting to ambush at the exit of the circular room.

Rufus Scrimgeour had experienced that dark age and had worked with Crouch and Moody. He knew the nature of Voldemort and the Death Eaters and had always agreed with Crouch's iron-blooded methods, so he ordered without hesitation: "Prepare the Killing Curse... [Avada Kedavra]"

The dense green light enveloped the entire room. Even Voldemort, who was not afraid of death because of his Horcruxes, did not dare to rush directly. He never wanted to return to his former ghost state.

Voldemort looked back at the Flame Wings that were chasing him, and the scarlet light in his vertical pupils gradually converged: "The God of Death has raised his scythe, but it is aimed at you, Dumbledore!"

Dumbledore remained calm and controlled the overwhelming flames to press down.

Voldemort completely ignored the dense Killing Curse behind him, took a step towards the flames, and the whole person turned into a thick black mist and rushed over.

The two blazing wings came into contact with the mist, making a hissing sound of evaporation and burning. The black mist that filled the Hall of Time and the Hall of Prophecy gathered towards Voldemort, like a stream merging into a river, and both sides trembled and swayed.

The green light of the killing curse splashed on the wall, making a dull bombardment sound.

After a few seconds of stalemate, the black mist suddenly broke through the flames and crashed straight into Dumbledore.

Voldemort's face was looming in the mist, and two cruel red lights revealed human cruelty and hideousness, as if Dumbledore would be engulfed in the black mist in the next moment and turned into molten flesh and blood.

No one noticed that on the wooden door behind Dumbledore, there was a quietly burning flame mark "X". Looking at the approaching black air, he whispered: "Tom, this is... the magic of love."

The wooden door suddenly opened!