Chapter 603: Shocking Changes!!!

A pure white beam of light burst out like a flood.

Lighting up the entire room in the Department of Mysteries as bright as day.

Dumbledore's eyes flashed with azure light, and he held the wand made of elder wood tightly in his left hand. The bright yellow phoenix flame in his body suddenly bloomed, moving his figure to the side of the light pillar.

Instructing other personnel to retreat, he almost abandoned his defense and released the flames with all his strength, turning a blind eye to the black mist along the way.

They were all waiting for the moment when Voldemort would counterattack.

This room is perhaps the most mysterious of all the rooms in the Department of Mysteries, containing a power more wonderful and more terrifying than death, the human brain, and the magic of nature. The magic of love, some wizards have it in abundance, but Voldemort never had it.

In the round dark room, the white light is dazzling.

A few feet in front of the wooden door, the black mist of Voldemort's incarnation mixed with the overwhelming pure white magic.

In the end, the light completely wiped out the black fog.

Unable to maintain his magic, Voldemort turned into a bloody human form and fell with a crash.

Blood gurgled from his mouth and nose, and Voldemort's eyes widened. His snake pupils were blurred after being washed away by magic power, and he could only barely make out the tall figure in front of him. Perhaps it was this perspective of looking up, or perhaps it was the true nature of the snake creature. Blurry, or the faint pain between the eyebrows, or the feeling of weakness coming from the body, countless thoughts and unwilling memories quickly appeared and disappeared.

For a moment, he felt as if he was back in the Albanian forest.

Possessed by lower creatures, it lingers on, crawling helplessly from winter to summer, from spring to autumn, manipulating its narrow and weak body to hunt dirty mice, just to slow down the ghost's weakness.

In the more than ten years that I don't want to recall, I occasionally encountered prey birds, and those most instinctive fears were engraved in the snake's body.

Exactly at this moment.

This feeling suddenly stung him, and Voldemort suddenly felt deep resentment and anger. Why was it always Dumbledore, why did he always get in the way of his own good deeds...

The wooden door had been closed at some point, and the flame "X" branded on it had also been extinguished.

Dumbledore waved his wand, and the tip of the elder wand held horizontally in front of him bloomed with bright orange light, and a blazing flame was ready to go.

…

Knockturn Alley.

A cloaked Death Eater did not look for spacious and flat streets, but hurriedly identified the corners of inaccessible alleyways, confirmed the direction, and estimated the distance. The flickering figure caused the nearby air to emit a dull explosion.

As he approached the dilapidated Leaky Cauldron Bar, the flickering speed slowed down. He turned his head slightly and looked back, with a sarcastic smile on his lips. Without stopping too much, he strode towards the bar door.

Old Tom and the guests in the Leaky Cauldron were all old wizards. In less than a minute before and after the battle started, the bar emptied out. Those who were brave enough to watch the excitement in Knockturn Alley, but those who were timid found a safe place. Hide.

The hooded Potions Professor rushed out of the ambush of the Aurors and the Order of the Phoenix, without any thought of turning back to save his fellow Death Eaters. He stepped into the bar without encountering any obstacles, grabbed a handful of Floo powder, Step into the fireplace and raise the green flames.

"Ministry of Magic..."

A group of cloaked Death Eaters entered the bar one after another. Seeing the figures disappearing in the green flames, they hesitated for a moment, wondering whether they should continue to follow.

"Are we still going to follow Severus?"

August Rookwood asked in a low voice. In order to deal with the main force of Aurors, most of the Death Eaters gathered here. However, the situation after the Dark Mark was released in Knockturn Alley was very different from what they expected.

Not many Aurors rushed to the scene, but almost all members of the Order of the Phoenix came, and those difficult Hogwarts professors caused them a lot of trouble.

The clever Death Eaters sensed something was wrong and did not hesitate to fight. After Snape found a way out and left, they smart people immediately followed him.

"Follow me, of course I have to follow you!" The pale Bellatrix stood up, her eyes flashing with madness, "If the master successfully takes control of the Ministry of Magic, we should go over and meet up. If the master encounters an accident, , we should go and support!”

"With such powerful magic power as Master, does he really need our support?"

Antony Dolohov's long, twisted face was bloodless and his voice was very soft. His more than ten years of prison life in Azkaban, his loyalty to the Dark Lord, his respect for pure blood, and even the violence and cruelty in his bones , had long been absorbed by the dementors.

If all goes well and the Dark Mark envelopes the magical world again, he can use the power of the mark on his arm to spread fear, he can rely on his identity as a Death Eater to torture the weak, and perhaps he can regain the mentality he had sixteen years ago.

But now, the scene from half an hour ago still lingers in his mind. Mulciber's shrill wails of his hands and feet being torn off by the stone sculptures are still echoing in his ears. Rabastan has dozens of curses in his body. He looked at him before he fell. His eyes were full of disbelief. Selwyn was tightly entangled by the poisonous tentacles, his face turned red, and his veins popped out...

Maybe it’s because Professor McGonagall’s transfiguration is too superb, maybe it’s because the goblin-mixed Professor Flitwick’s simultaneous release of hundreds of spells is too scary, or maybe it’s because he’s afraid of the twisted poisonous tentacles and devil’s vines growing everywhere, and the combination The Auror couple who have a tacit understanding...

In short, Dolokhov just wants to find a place to breathe.

Bellatrix glanced at her companion who was still muscular after being imprisoned in Azkaban for more than ten years. The tip of her wand flashed with scarlet light, and she sneered and asked, "Do you want to quit, Anthony?"

Dolohov subconsciously tightened his wand, but considering Rodolphus beside her, he shook his head gently.

"Let's go!"

The green flames flashed frequently, and the figures of the Death Eaters disappeared in the Leaky Cauldron.

...

Ministry of Magic, underground floor 8.

Non-combat staff were distributed in the middle of the aisle and were about to evacuate by the fireplace. Just when everyone relaxed their vigilance, a figure wearing a cloak and a hood suddenly appeared and mixed into the scattered crowd.

Bertha Jorkins gritted her teeth. Although there were many experienced Aurors in the main hall, the Death Eater who suddenly appeared was mixed among the non-combat staff and could not launch a siege at all. On the contrary, it would be very convenient for him to attack others.

As a recently promoted assistant minister, and a recently recovered victim of the Forgetfulness Curse, she now only wanted to curse. She had been muddled through the past ten years, and soon after she recovered her memory, she ran into the Dark Lord's comeback. As a witch with ordinary combat ability, she had been working hard to follow Dumbledore and Scrimgeour to pass on messages.

She was obviously just a civilian staff member, why did she have to command the battle now!

Why did she appear at this time instead of earlier or later?

Loren's originally dark eyes were faintly floating with crystal blue light and shadow, and the whole person had some indescribable mysterious meaning. He looked at the familiar magic brilliance under the hood of the cloak, stretched out his hand to squeeze Hermione's hand, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Don't worry, it's Professor Snape."

Without paying attention to the surprised little witch, Loren turned his head to look at the assistant minister next to him, and found that Miss Jorkins was tense all over, her wand trembling slightly, and she looked more nervous than Ginny.

Jorkins clenched his wand and stared at the figure: "No matter who you are, before the battle begins, I hope you can understand that the Death Eaters who attacked the Ministry of Magic have all been arrested, and your master, the Dark Lord, is also under siege. Headmaster Dumbledore will soon win. I advise you not to resist stubbornly, think rationally, and actively cooperate..."

The hooded Death Eater stood there quietly, his eyes swept over, and he seemed a little embarrassed.

Loren, who was standing in the middle of the crowd, rolled his eyes and showed a thoughtful expression. Why did Professor Snape choose this time to come back? Does he know the plan of Dumbledore and Scrimgeour...

Before he could figure it out, the fireplaces on both sides of the aisle once again rose with green flames, and more figures wearing cloaks and hoods stepped out one after another.

The main hall was silent for a moment, and was instantly covered by various spells.

Hundreds of swift and powerful spell beams raged and danced.

On one side were the Death Eater fugitives who had just escaped the Phoenix Order's encirclement, and on the other side were the Aurors and civilian staff who had just retreated here. The two sides broke the stalemate as soon as they met, and they wantonly cast spells to start a chaotic battle.

The spells fell like a rainstorm, but both sides had not lost their minds. In such a mixed crowd, considering the possibility of accidentally hurting their friends, they did not release the Unforgivable Curse, and the Binding Curse and the Stunning Curse became the mainstream on the battlefield.

"Stay there..."

Jorkins finished speaking, and saw that Harry and his men had already rushed out.

"Harry Potter! It's Harry Potter!"

"..."

Snape heard the Death Eater beside him shouting in a low voice, and heard that it was one of the Death Eaters who escaped from Azkaban. He quietly stepped aside, and several spells immediately shot at the empty position, knocking the shouting Death Eater unconscious.

On the other side, Harry, who had been suppressed for a whole day, looked at the nearest Death Eater and swung his wand vigorously: "[Expelliarmus]"

Antoni Dolohov, who was burly and big-bodied, was knocked away by a red light, as if he was hit head-on by a dragon, and hit the nearest Death Eater and Ministry of Magic staff like a kite with a broken string. The three of them flew backwards together and hit the outer wall of the marble fireplace. The three of them were hit so hard that they spit out a short breath, their faces turned pale with pain, and they couldn't get up for a long time.

Looking at the Ministry of Magic staff, Harry's figure that rushed into the battlefield suddenly stagnated, and after a moment of silence, he began to choose less crowded places to cast spells.

Ron and Ginny wandered outside the battlefield, occasionally throwing a few spells, and George and Fred kept wandering around the two of them, paying attention to blocking the flying evil curses at any time, and stuffing something into the mouths of Death Eaters lying on the ground from time to time.

"..."

Loren vaguely guessed why Professor Snape rushed to the Ministry of Magic. The Horcruxes had not been completely destroyed, so no matter what, Voldemort could not be eliminated. The professor must have come back for a longer-term plan.

But their plan certainly did not include the current chaos.

We cannot let this chaos continue.

Loren's mind raced, he squeezed Hermione's hand, and whispered: "Help me..."

Hermione was also sorting out her thoughts. She understood his idea with just one look, took a deep breath, tilted her wand slightly to cover all the wizards present, and said in a deep voice; "【Misty】"

The gray mist gushed out and instantly covered the hall.

Looking out from the innermost part of the main hall on the eighth floor, or looking down from the top of the statue fountain, the thick gray mist has engulfed all the wizards, whether they are Death Eaters or Ministry of Magic staff, they can only vaguely see those close by. Several figures were on guard against each other, not daring to cast spells or curses at will.

Bellatrix frowned tightly. She raised her wand, preparing to summon a whirlwind to clear the dense fog. Suddenly, the sound of air whistling came to her ears. The continuous rumbling sound became clearer and clearer, and then a huge shadow Breaking through the thick fog and approaching quickly.

She turned her head suddenly and hurriedly met a pair of eyes as big as lanterns. She raised her wand and pointed it directly at the giant snake.

However, before she could recite the spell, her entire body had turned to stone, and was swept away by the giant snake's tail, falling to the ground.

Dense fog obscured the scene, and the rumble echoed endlessly.

Snape's mentality was quite calm. Compared to the Death Eaters and Ministry of Magic staff who were wary of each other and afraid of accidentally injuring their friends, Snape seemed more calm and calm because he had no friends and didn't have to worry about whether the person he saw was a staff of the Ministry of Magic or a staff member of the Ministry of Magic. Death Eaters can recite spells whenever someone is near them.

Putting down a witch casually, Snape groped towards the stairs. Within two steps, he saw two blurry figures approaching him. Just as he was raising the magic spell, a familiar voice suddenly sounded:

"Professor, go this way..."

…

Flames spurted out, and the unimaginable high temperature made the space near the tip of the staff unbearable. It twisted and shook like ripples on the surface of a lake.

Voldemort was lying on the ground with bloodshot eyes oozing from the corners, his face was ulcerated, and his bloody hands tried hard to hold up his body, but he couldn't do it. He raised his head and could only watch the fire getting brighter and brighter.

The humiliation and torture brought about strong hatred and anger, which reached the peak at a certain moment, and then dissipated strangely. The memories of the past flashed before my eyes frame by frame, and countless thoughts floated in my mind.

Gaining a new body and gaining new strength, he was still so powerful just a few hours ago. He never thought that he would fail again this time... However, the bloody fact was before his eyes.

He failed again and again, so much so that he began to wonder if there really was some kind of destiny, if he was destined from the beginning not to succeed.

The scorching heat was getting closer and closer, and Voldemort was in a daze. His mind began to feel sluggish, and he didn't want to think anymore.

In the Albanian winter, the scales of the grass creeping across the grass made a soft rustling sound, and the humiliating decade seemed to have arrived again.